Post by Lightningstar on Jun 17, 2008 18:59:18 GMT -5
Title: Thoughts of You
Chapters: 1
Author: Lightningstar =D
Pairing: CragxStripes
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Read up to Outcast.
Summary: When the rogues invade the Tribe's mountains, Stripes reveals the secret feelings he has for Crag.
Warning: SLASH. SLASHITY SLASH SLASH SLASH.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.
Beta: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: This a crack pairing. A CRACK PAIRING. If you think it's really stupid and wild, that's because is it, once again, a crack pairing. And it's slash. If you don't like slash, don't read it.
Two groups of cats neared each other slowly underneath the moonlight, cautious of one another. The head of one group, a dark gray tom, stepped forward and glared at the cats that stood in front of him.
"Prey stealers! This is our territory!" Crag hissed, the fur bristling along his spine. "Our territory and our prey."
A gray-striped tom stood opposite the Tribe cat. He chuckled at this comment and mewed, "Oh, Crag, are you really so mousebrained? I expected more of you."
Crag indicated a brown and white she-cat that held a plump rabbit in her jaws. "Give us our prey, Stripes," he mewed as calmly as he could muster.
"The prey that we worked so hard to catch?" scoffed Stripes, his yellow eyes sparkling with amusment. "Crag, you never fail to surprise me."
Night stepped forward, her ears flattened. "We'll fight you if we have to," she snarled.
Stripes narrowed his eyes. "Is that a challenge?"
Crag leaned down to whisper in Night's ear. "This isn't a good idea, Night," he whispered, "not after what happened last time."
"I don't care," Night hissed back. At last, she met Stripe's eyes evenly. "Try me."
"My pleasure," Stripes meowed. With an ear-splitting yowl, he lept forward, straight for Night. Crag pushed him to the side with a cry of "get away from her!"
Suddenly, the whole clearing burst into a battlefield, filled with the yowls of battling cats. The rest of the Tribe sat helplessly, watching. They would never win; what was Night thinking?
Crag tumbled across the clearing, holding Stripes down with him. "You'll pay for this!" he hissed, bringing his claws down towards Stripes' ear.
The gray tabby dipped his head out of the way and pushed Crag off of him. "You can't fight me, can you?" he guessed. "You're too weak."
Yowling, Crag leaped at him again. "That's what you think!" he scraped his claws down Stripes' cheek, feeling the blood well underneath his claws.
Stripes unexpectedly burst up from underneath Crag, raking his belly with his hind paws. But yet, his claws were sheathed. Strange, Crag thought as he was flipped over.
He hit the ground so hard that the wind was knocked out of him. He lay underneath Stripes, whose broad shoulders blocked out the moonlight. Crag was breathing heavily, and it didn't help that Stripes' paws were right on his chest. Stripes leaned down and hissed in his ear.
"I could kill you right now, you know," he snarled. "You know I could. I could just snap down on your neck and you'd be gone for good." He lifted his head and murmured, "I can't."
This surprised Crag so much that he almost forgot to breath. "W-w-what?" he stammered, partly from exhaustion and partly from surprise.
"I can't," Stripes repeated. He lowered his head again and spoke very softly, "I can't kill you, Crag, because I would never forgive myself if I did." His yellow gaze met Crag's with a sharp intensity.
"B-b-but... Stripes..." Crag trailed off, lost in Stripe's gaze. "Don't tell me..."
Stripes's eyes watered with tears. "Crag, I love you. I can't do this to you." He loosened his grip. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to fall in love with you. Please, tell me you love me."
"I love you," Crag breathed. Every word of it was true.
Stripes looked around the clearing. "I'll call my cats off," he mewed. Then he called, "retreat! Retreat!"
As a mass of cats swirled around them as they rushed off, Stripes got off of Crag's stomach. "I'll be thinking of you," he mewed softly.
"As will I."
"We'll meet again, I hope."
"Maybe."
And with pain in their eyes, the two said goodbye, dawning on a love that felt so wrong, yet felt so right. It was true- hatred led them to love.
Chapters: 1
Author: Lightningstar =D
Pairing: CragxStripes
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Read up to Outcast.
Summary: When the rogues invade the Tribe's mountains, Stripes reveals the secret feelings he has for Crag.
Warning: SLASH. SLASHITY SLASH SLASH SLASH.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.
Beta: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: This a crack pairing. A CRACK PAIRING. If you think it's really stupid and wild, that's because is it, once again, a crack pairing. And it's slash. If you don't like slash, don't read it.
Two groups of cats neared each other slowly underneath the moonlight, cautious of one another. The head of one group, a dark gray tom, stepped forward and glared at the cats that stood in front of him.
"Prey stealers! This is our territory!" Crag hissed, the fur bristling along his spine. "Our territory and our prey."
A gray-striped tom stood opposite the Tribe cat. He chuckled at this comment and mewed, "Oh, Crag, are you really so mousebrained? I expected more of you."
Crag indicated a brown and white she-cat that held a plump rabbit in her jaws. "Give us our prey, Stripes," he mewed as calmly as he could muster.
"The prey that we worked so hard to catch?" scoffed Stripes, his yellow eyes sparkling with amusment. "Crag, you never fail to surprise me."
Night stepped forward, her ears flattened. "We'll fight you if we have to," she snarled.
Stripes narrowed his eyes. "Is that a challenge?"
Crag leaned down to whisper in Night's ear. "This isn't a good idea, Night," he whispered, "not after what happened last time."
"I don't care," Night hissed back. At last, she met Stripe's eyes evenly. "Try me."
"My pleasure," Stripes meowed. With an ear-splitting yowl, he lept forward, straight for Night. Crag pushed him to the side with a cry of "get away from her!"
Suddenly, the whole clearing burst into a battlefield, filled with the yowls of battling cats. The rest of the Tribe sat helplessly, watching. They would never win; what was Night thinking?
Crag tumbled across the clearing, holding Stripes down with him. "You'll pay for this!" he hissed, bringing his claws down towards Stripes' ear.
The gray tabby dipped his head out of the way and pushed Crag off of him. "You can't fight me, can you?" he guessed. "You're too weak."
Yowling, Crag leaped at him again. "That's what you think!" he scraped his claws down Stripes' cheek, feeling the blood well underneath his claws.
Stripes unexpectedly burst up from underneath Crag, raking his belly with his hind paws. But yet, his claws were sheathed. Strange, Crag thought as he was flipped over.
He hit the ground so hard that the wind was knocked out of him. He lay underneath Stripes, whose broad shoulders blocked out the moonlight. Crag was breathing heavily, and it didn't help that Stripes' paws were right on his chest. Stripes leaned down and hissed in his ear.
"I could kill you right now, you know," he snarled. "You know I could. I could just snap down on your neck and you'd be gone for good." He lifted his head and murmured, "I can't."
This surprised Crag so much that he almost forgot to breath. "W-w-what?" he stammered, partly from exhaustion and partly from surprise.
"I can't," Stripes repeated. He lowered his head again and spoke very softly, "I can't kill you, Crag, because I would never forgive myself if I did." His yellow gaze met Crag's with a sharp intensity.
"B-b-but... Stripes..." Crag trailed off, lost in Stripe's gaze. "Don't tell me..."
Stripes's eyes watered with tears. "Crag, I love you. I can't do this to you." He loosened his grip. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to fall in love with you. Please, tell me you love me."
"I love you," Crag breathed. Every word of it was true.
Stripes looked around the clearing. "I'll call my cats off," he mewed. Then he called, "retreat! Retreat!"
As a mass of cats swirled around them as they rushed off, Stripes got off of Crag's stomach. "I'll be thinking of you," he mewed softly.
"As will I."
"We'll meet again, I hope."
"Maybe."
And with pain in their eyes, the two said goodbye, dawning on a love that felt so wrong, yet felt so right. It was true- hatred led them to love.