Post by Airilae-Chan on Feb 6, 2008 13:05:42 GMT -5
Title: Eye Of The Storm
Chapters: Its a oneshot. (Not very long)
Author: Pineclaw
Pairing: BrookXStorm StormXTawny
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None really
Summary: Tawnypelt loved Stormfur, but he loves Brook. Tawnypelt's anger goes just a little bit too far...
Warning: Quite a descriptive battle scene, character death
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors, we all know this.
Beta: None
Cover: None
Author's note:I wrote this in about ten minutes, but I hope its still okay.
Sometimes, I still think about him. I can almost smell his exotic scent, hear him whisper my name. Tawnypelt…Tawnypelt… But I know my mind is playing tricks on me. He has a mate, for Starclans sake! But I know that won’t stop me loving him…Stormfur.
Everything about him, his calm amber eyes, his beautiful soft grey fur, his soothing voice, peaceful, yet powerful, makes me want to bury my head in his fur, and for him to say those three small words, with a huge meaning. But I know he’s already spoken them to another.
If my clan knew, if anyone knew, I would be hated for probably the rest of my life. My head keeps telling me to move on, by heart tells me something else. I know that I should be worrying about my own kin, and Rowanclaw. He loves me, I know he does, but I don’t think love him.
Even when I had his kits, and he looked at me with eyes full of love, I couldn’t return the feeling. As time went by, I tried not to think of him, not to look for him at gatherings, but I couldn’t help myself.
I remember many dreams I’ve had about him, where he tells me that he loves me. Anger floods me after I wake up, wondering why I can’t forget. Why can’t I forget? Why? I ask myself the same thing each painful day, knowing fully that I will never find an answer.
Soon enough, Blackstar found a reason to attack Thunderclan, where Stormfur was staying at the moment, with his…mate. My heart burned with a rage so fierce, I almost couldn’t control it. Blackstar organized a patrol, including me, to go and battle Thunderclan.
I hoped that Stormfur wasn’t there, yet I hoped that he was too. If Brook was there…my heart seeped with fury. She had stolen him. She would pay, I thought, racing to the border. I spotted a group of Thunderclan cats, hunting or something like that, I couldn’t tell. Russetfur let out a furious battle cry, and leaped into the fight, the others following.
I tore my claws through a cat, not remembering who it was. I was looking for a certain she-cat…and spotted her. Screeching, I flew at her, hateful fire in my eyes. Slashing at her tabby fur, I gouged a deep cut into her flank, spewing crimson blood over her pelt. I knew that I should have stopped and let her go, but the power was too much, I couldn’t stop.
I sunk my teeth into her ear, soaking blood down her face. She wailed for me to stop, but even if I tried, I wouldn’t have been able to. I pierced her throat, her blood pouring out, making her fur sticky. She gasped, before collapsing on the red grass, dead.
I pulled back, realising what I had done. My eyesight went blurry for a few heartbeats, not registering the scene in front of me. I gazed at Brook. This is not what I had wanted. Turning I dashed back to Shadowclan camp, my mind swirling with strange thoughts and emotions.
Chapters: Its a oneshot. (Not very long)
Author: Pineclaw
Pairing: BrookXStorm StormXTawny
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None really
Summary: Tawnypelt loved Stormfur, but he loves Brook. Tawnypelt's anger goes just a little bit too far...
Warning: Quite a descriptive battle scene, character death
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors, we all know this.
Beta: None
Cover: None
Author's note:I wrote this in about ten minutes, but I hope its still okay.
Sometimes, I still think about him. I can almost smell his exotic scent, hear him whisper my name. Tawnypelt…Tawnypelt… But I know my mind is playing tricks on me. He has a mate, for Starclans sake! But I know that won’t stop me loving him…Stormfur.
Everything about him, his calm amber eyes, his beautiful soft grey fur, his soothing voice, peaceful, yet powerful, makes me want to bury my head in his fur, and for him to say those three small words, with a huge meaning. But I know he’s already spoken them to another.
If my clan knew, if anyone knew, I would be hated for probably the rest of my life. My head keeps telling me to move on, by heart tells me something else. I know that I should be worrying about my own kin, and Rowanclaw. He loves me, I know he does, but I don’t think love him.
Even when I had his kits, and he looked at me with eyes full of love, I couldn’t return the feeling. As time went by, I tried not to think of him, not to look for him at gatherings, but I couldn’t help myself.
I remember many dreams I’ve had about him, where he tells me that he loves me. Anger floods me after I wake up, wondering why I can’t forget. Why can’t I forget? Why? I ask myself the same thing each painful day, knowing fully that I will never find an answer.
Soon enough, Blackstar found a reason to attack Thunderclan, where Stormfur was staying at the moment, with his…mate. My heart burned with a rage so fierce, I almost couldn’t control it. Blackstar organized a patrol, including me, to go and battle Thunderclan.
I hoped that Stormfur wasn’t there, yet I hoped that he was too. If Brook was there…my heart seeped with fury. She had stolen him. She would pay, I thought, racing to the border. I spotted a group of Thunderclan cats, hunting or something like that, I couldn’t tell. Russetfur let out a furious battle cry, and leaped into the fight, the others following.
I tore my claws through a cat, not remembering who it was. I was looking for a certain she-cat…and spotted her. Screeching, I flew at her, hateful fire in my eyes. Slashing at her tabby fur, I gouged a deep cut into her flank, spewing crimson blood over her pelt. I knew that I should have stopped and let her go, but the power was too much, I couldn’t stop.
I sunk my teeth into her ear, soaking blood down her face. She wailed for me to stop, but even if I tried, I wouldn’t have been able to. I pierced her throat, her blood pouring out, making her fur sticky. She gasped, before collapsing on the red grass, dead.
I pulled back, realising what I had done. My eyesight went blurry for a few heartbeats, not registering the scene in front of me. I gazed at Brook. This is not what I had wanted. Turning I dashed back to Shadowclan camp, my mind swirling with strange thoughts and emotions.