Post by Lightningstar on Jul 15, 2008 12:39:51 GMT -5
Title: More Like Brothers
Chapters: One-shot
Author: Lightningstar (Me!)
Pairing: FirexGray, a little bit of FirexSand
Rating: PG for slash
Spoilers: None... expect for Firestar liking Sandstorm.
Summary: After training with Fireheart, Graystripe sees something else in his friend that he's never seen before, but what will come of admitting this?
Warning: Slash. If you don't like slash, please don't read or comment. Thanks much. =)
Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, then I have some beachfront property in South Dakota I want to sell you.
Beta: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: Ugh, this pairing kind of makes me sick. One of my friends dared me to write a pairing I disliked, so I chose this one. Why? I don't know.
No.
Graystripe turned his head away from Fireheart, only to gaze back at him again. The gray tabby was sharing tongues with Sandstorm across the clearing, and with each swipe of his friend's tongue, Graystripe grew more and more envious.
You can't have these feelings for Fireheart, Graystripe, the gray tabby warrior told himself. You're like brothers, that's all. But Graystripe knew that that wasn't true. At least, not to him.
He paced camp until sharing tongues was over. The ThunderClan cats returned to their duties and Fireheart stood beside him. "Do you want to go hunting, Graystripe?"
Of course, Fireheart! More than anything! That was Graystripe's initial thought, but he only said, "sure."
Fireheart turned and padded out of camp, Graystripe following close behind. He tried not to stare at the natural shaking of Fireheart's hips as he walked; back and forth, back and forth...
Graystripe was surprised at himself. Since when did he start thinking of such things? He shook his head to clear it, but it clogged with thoughts again as he watched Fireheart walk. Wait, since when did he feel dizzy inside when Fireheart walked?
At last, the two stopped. The forest spread out on either side. They were alone at last, free from the restraints of camp. Alone, Graystripe daydreamed, the only time when I'm truly happy...
"Graystripe?" Fireheart's words jerked Graystripe back into reality. "Are you... okay? You seem a little distracted."
Graystripe's fur flushed with embarrasment. "Sorry," he murmured. "I'm kind of tired; I had to wake up early for the dawn patrol this morning."
It looked as if Fireheart didn't believe that, be he didn't say anything else on the matter. "Well, come on then, let's hunt." He sniffed the air for prey.
Lifting his own head in response, Graystripe tried to scent any prey he could. At last, he found a vole. There, beside that bush. He crept forward craftily, sweeping across the ground like a snake.
SNAP! A twig burst beneath his front paw and the vole darted in the opposite direction. Fireheart leaped quickly as the vole flew past him, sinking his teeth into the creature's neck. As he sat up, light fell on him, turning his pelt to flame.
"Thanks," Graystripe sighed as he sat up. He was mesmerized with Fireheart's magnificent agility. "I shouldn't have stepped on that branch."
Fireheart dropped the vole and buried it in the soft, earthy soil. "You couldn't help it," he replied flatly.
The emotionless voice that Fireheart spoke in disheartened Graystripe a little bit. Didn't he feel some sympathy for him? "Listen, Fireheart, I..." he broke off. Was he really going to tell his friend about what he felt? He couldn't help but admire Fireheart's flame-colored pelt as he had swiftly saved Graystripe's catch, as he sat up triumphantly and let a shaft of sunlight transform his pelt into a blazing bonfire...
"What is it?" Fireheart asked, pausing before he spoke.
"N-nothing," stammered Graystripe, growing extremely nervous.
Fireheart sighed. "Graystripe, you're my friend," he mewed. "You can tell me anything, remember?"
Graystripe's whole body stiffened. "I... I..." even a single letter felt painful. "I want you to know that... I love you!"
Silence.
Fireheart stared at Graystripe in utter surprise. Graystripe met his gaze evenly, his eyes brimming with tears.
More silence.
At last, Fireheart spoke. "You... you do?"
Graystripe was hopeful. His ears pricked up and he exclaimed, "yes, Fireheart, with all of my soul!"
Fireheart frowned. "Why?"
"Because..." Graystripe's heart fell; he didn't have a good explination for this situation. "I don't know."
"Listen, Graystripe," Fireheart told him, "I know we're good friends and all, but that's what I'd like us to be. Just friends."
"Just friends?"
"You know, more like... brothers."
Graystripe sobbed. "I thought that you..."
Fireheart pressed his muzzle to Graystripe's in a comforting gesture. "Just because I don't love you doesn't mean I don't want to be your friend," he mewed as he pulled back. "I need to love Sandstorm."
"Why, because she's a she-cat?" Graystripe snapped. "You need her because she's not a tom?"
"That's... that's not what I meant, Graystr..."
"Don't!" Graystripe snarled. "Don't try to explain." His eyes teared up again. "Have a good life with Sandstorm."
Then he turned away from all that he had ever loved, wondering if his broken heart would ever repair.
Fireheart stared after Graystripe, his heart throbbing with pain. He bowed his head with regret. What had made him say that? Well, he reasoned, there's no going back now.
"I'm sorry, Graystripe," he murmured, closing his eyes. "I'm really sorry." He looked over to the bushes where Graystripe had been, but the gray tabby was gone.
"I loved you, too."
Chapters: One-shot
Author: Lightningstar (Me!)
Pairing: FirexGray, a little bit of FirexSand
Rating: PG for slash
Spoilers: None... expect for Firestar liking Sandstorm.
Summary: After training with Fireheart, Graystripe sees something else in his friend that he's never seen before, but what will come of admitting this?
Warning: Slash. If you don't like slash, please don't read or comment. Thanks much. =)
Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, then I have some beachfront property in South Dakota I want to sell you.
Beta: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: Ugh, this pairing kind of makes me sick. One of my friends dared me to write a pairing I disliked, so I chose this one. Why? I don't know.
-x-
No.
Graystripe turned his head away from Fireheart, only to gaze back at him again. The gray tabby was sharing tongues with Sandstorm across the clearing, and with each swipe of his friend's tongue, Graystripe grew more and more envious.
You can't have these feelings for Fireheart, Graystripe, the gray tabby warrior told himself. You're like brothers, that's all. But Graystripe knew that that wasn't true. At least, not to him.
He paced camp until sharing tongues was over. The ThunderClan cats returned to their duties and Fireheart stood beside him. "Do you want to go hunting, Graystripe?"
Of course, Fireheart! More than anything! That was Graystripe's initial thought, but he only said, "sure."
Fireheart turned and padded out of camp, Graystripe following close behind. He tried not to stare at the natural shaking of Fireheart's hips as he walked; back and forth, back and forth...
Graystripe was surprised at himself. Since when did he start thinking of such things? He shook his head to clear it, but it clogged with thoughts again as he watched Fireheart walk. Wait, since when did he feel dizzy inside when Fireheart walked?
At last, the two stopped. The forest spread out on either side. They were alone at last, free from the restraints of camp. Alone, Graystripe daydreamed, the only time when I'm truly happy...
"Graystripe?" Fireheart's words jerked Graystripe back into reality. "Are you... okay? You seem a little distracted."
Graystripe's fur flushed with embarrasment. "Sorry," he murmured. "I'm kind of tired; I had to wake up early for the dawn patrol this morning."
It looked as if Fireheart didn't believe that, be he didn't say anything else on the matter. "Well, come on then, let's hunt." He sniffed the air for prey.
Lifting his own head in response, Graystripe tried to scent any prey he could. At last, he found a vole. There, beside that bush. He crept forward craftily, sweeping across the ground like a snake.
SNAP! A twig burst beneath his front paw and the vole darted in the opposite direction. Fireheart leaped quickly as the vole flew past him, sinking his teeth into the creature's neck. As he sat up, light fell on him, turning his pelt to flame.
"Thanks," Graystripe sighed as he sat up. He was mesmerized with Fireheart's magnificent agility. "I shouldn't have stepped on that branch."
Fireheart dropped the vole and buried it in the soft, earthy soil. "You couldn't help it," he replied flatly.
The emotionless voice that Fireheart spoke in disheartened Graystripe a little bit. Didn't he feel some sympathy for him? "Listen, Fireheart, I..." he broke off. Was he really going to tell his friend about what he felt? He couldn't help but admire Fireheart's flame-colored pelt as he had swiftly saved Graystripe's catch, as he sat up triumphantly and let a shaft of sunlight transform his pelt into a blazing bonfire...
"What is it?" Fireheart asked, pausing before he spoke.
"N-nothing," stammered Graystripe, growing extremely nervous.
Fireheart sighed. "Graystripe, you're my friend," he mewed. "You can tell me anything, remember?"
Graystripe's whole body stiffened. "I... I..." even a single letter felt painful. "I want you to know that... I love you!"
Silence.
Fireheart stared at Graystripe in utter surprise. Graystripe met his gaze evenly, his eyes brimming with tears.
More silence.
At last, Fireheart spoke. "You... you do?"
Graystripe was hopeful. His ears pricked up and he exclaimed, "yes, Fireheart, with all of my soul!"
Fireheart frowned. "Why?"
"Because..." Graystripe's heart fell; he didn't have a good explination for this situation. "I don't know."
"Listen, Graystripe," Fireheart told him, "I know we're good friends and all, but that's what I'd like us to be. Just friends."
"Just friends?"
"You know, more like... brothers."
Graystripe sobbed. "I thought that you..."
Fireheart pressed his muzzle to Graystripe's in a comforting gesture. "Just because I don't love you doesn't mean I don't want to be your friend," he mewed as he pulled back. "I need to love Sandstorm."
"Why, because she's a she-cat?" Graystripe snapped. "You need her because she's not a tom?"
"That's... that's not what I meant, Graystr..."
"Don't!" Graystripe snarled. "Don't try to explain." His eyes teared up again. "Have a good life with Sandstorm."
Then he turned away from all that he had ever loved, wondering if his broken heart would ever repair.
***
Fireheart stared after Graystripe, his heart throbbing with pain. He bowed his head with regret. What had made him say that? Well, he reasoned, there's no going back now.
"I'm sorry, Graystripe," he murmured, closing his eyes. "I'm really sorry." He looked over to the bushes where Graystripe had been, but the gray tabby was gone.
"I loved you, too."