Post by Hollyflight on Feb 2, 2008 22:09:23 GMT -5
Title: Eclipsed
Pairing: Lionpaw (Fur.) x Icekit (Paw.) I have no idea why...
Rating: G
Summary: Icepaw thinks... about Lionfur.
Warning: Nothing really I suppose.
Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter.
“Icepaw.”
I pulled myself into a tighter ball; the tip of my tail resting over my nose. I ignored the mew.
“Icepaw…”
This time, the call of my name came with a hard nudge to my side. I groaned in protest before the nudge came again…with claws out.
A feeble hiss left my jaws before I opened one eye. The auburn fur of my brother, Foxpaw, met my gaze.
“Thank Starclan! You’re awake!” He mewed sarcastically before pouncing on top of me.
“You great lump, get off!” I yowled, tossing him away. “You weigh more than a badger!”
He froze in his pre-pounce position before falling on to his side. “I’ve just been eating well,” he mewed in an offended tone. “Why doesn’t anybody love me?”
I let out a sigh before shaking myself. Stray pieces of moss fluttered to the ground.
“Foxpaw,” I let out another sigh as a glanced at my brother, who was now giving his chest a quick washing. “What did you want to tell me?”
“Sandstorm and Ashfur found brought home some amazing pieces of fresh kill.” He purred before leaving the den.
I followed after him wondering why food was the only thing he seemed to think about.
As soon as we reached the well-sized fresh kill pile, Foxpaw became distracted by the sight of Sliverkit. She was basking in a pool of sunlight with her mother, the former kitty pet, Mille. The little gray she-cat wasn’t even six moons old and Foxpaw was all ready padding after her.
He moved off to sit behind a clump of grass to catch her eye without apporching the family. I hoped Graystripe clawed his ears off. It would serve him right.
The sound of rustling brought my attention to the gorse tunnel. It looked like the border patrol was arriving back.
A familiar tickle started in my paws as I watched each of the cats push through the tunnel. Brambleclaw, Dustpelt, Berrynose, Thornclaw and the cat I loved seeing.
The golden, broad shouldered tom’s gaze narrowed as he gazed around the camp before he fully entered.
He spoke a few words with Brambleclaw before the darker tabby moved off to high ledge, most likely to speak to Firestar about the patrol.
He turned to face me then. I squeaked before going back to the choosing of kill; embarrassment heated my fur.
He moved past me. Our pelts brushed for a second, gold and white mingling, before he leaned to grab a thrush. He glanced at me through the corner of his eye. Something flashed in those pools of amber… something that made my body shiver from my ears to the tip of my tail.
Then… he moved away.
Watching Lionfur pad off towards Hazelpelt, who sat in the shade of the warriors den, made something throb in my chest.
It nearly terrified me how much I wanted him.
Pairing: Lionpaw (Fur.) x Icekit (Paw.) I have no idea why...
Rating: G
Summary: Icepaw thinks... about Lionfur.
Warning: Nothing really I suppose.
Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter.
“Icepaw.”
I pulled myself into a tighter ball; the tip of my tail resting over my nose. I ignored the mew.
“Icepaw…”
This time, the call of my name came with a hard nudge to my side. I groaned in protest before the nudge came again…with claws out.
A feeble hiss left my jaws before I opened one eye. The auburn fur of my brother, Foxpaw, met my gaze.
“Thank Starclan! You’re awake!” He mewed sarcastically before pouncing on top of me.
“You great lump, get off!” I yowled, tossing him away. “You weigh more than a badger!”
He froze in his pre-pounce position before falling on to his side. “I’ve just been eating well,” he mewed in an offended tone. “Why doesn’t anybody love me?”
I let out a sigh before shaking myself. Stray pieces of moss fluttered to the ground.
“Foxpaw,” I let out another sigh as a glanced at my brother, who was now giving his chest a quick washing. “What did you want to tell me?”
“Sandstorm and Ashfur found brought home some amazing pieces of fresh kill.” He purred before leaving the den.
I followed after him wondering why food was the only thing he seemed to think about.
As soon as we reached the well-sized fresh kill pile, Foxpaw became distracted by the sight of Sliverkit. She was basking in a pool of sunlight with her mother, the former kitty pet, Mille. The little gray she-cat wasn’t even six moons old and Foxpaw was all ready padding after her.
He moved off to sit behind a clump of grass to catch her eye without apporching the family. I hoped Graystripe clawed his ears off. It would serve him right.
The sound of rustling brought my attention to the gorse tunnel. It looked like the border patrol was arriving back.
A familiar tickle started in my paws as I watched each of the cats push through the tunnel. Brambleclaw, Dustpelt, Berrynose, Thornclaw and the cat I loved seeing.
The golden, broad shouldered tom’s gaze narrowed as he gazed around the camp before he fully entered.
He spoke a few words with Brambleclaw before the darker tabby moved off to high ledge, most likely to speak to Firestar about the patrol.
He turned to face me then. I squeaked before going back to the choosing of kill; embarrassment heated my fur.
He moved past me. Our pelts brushed for a second, gold and white mingling, before he leaned to grab a thrush. He glanced at me through the corner of his eye. Something flashed in those pools of amber… something that made my body shiver from my ears to the tip of my tail.
Then… he moved away.
Watching Lionfur pad off towards Hazelpelt, who sat in the shade of the warriors den, made something throb in my chest.
It nearly terrified me how much I wanted him.
You know I saw the black inside your eyes
I saw they were eclipsed by mine and they looked just right.
I saw they were eclipsed by mine and they looked just right.