Post by Lightningstar on Aug 10, 2008 15:29:05 GMT -5
Title: Plight of the Princess
Chapters: 1
Author: Lightningstar
Pairing: Princessx???
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Sort of for the first series.
Summary: Princess can't help but fall for the most unlikely of cats...
Warning: None really...
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors or related items.
Beta: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: This is a total crack pairing; originally meant for a contest on Warriors Cloud. ;D
I wish I had never gone into that forest. I wish I had never reunited with my brother after all that time. But then again, if I hadn't, how would I have met the one I loved?
My name is Princess, and I live with my housefolk. I have four beautiful kittens, but their presence makes me uneasy at most. I know I shouldn't feel this way about my own kits, but their father was not a kittypet, or even a loner- he was a Clan cat, and according to Clan ways, taking a kittypet as a mate was forbidden.
Before I went to the forest, I lived a very normal life. Every day I went inside and outside only as my housefolk allowed me, and every day I ate on scheduled times. The memories of my mother and my siblings were still fresh in my mind, and I longed to see them again.
Smudge, the cat that lives over the fence from me, always told me about the wild cats that lived out in the forest, and that he had a friend named Rusty that had gone to join them. The name seemed vaguely familiar to me, though I wasn't sure how I knew it. "Let me try and find him," I told Smudge. "Anything for a friend, right?"
"Be careful, Princess," Smudge warned as I leaped down from the fence. His eyes glimmered with worry. "Come back safely."
"I will," I purred as I stalked away. The dusty path I walked down was scattered with leaves and branches, and the sun dappled it with gold and shadow. How could anything scary possibly exist in these woods; everything was so beautiful!
Suddenly, I heard a rustling in the bracken some ways in front of me. I jumped, frightened by the noise. Maybe one of the wild cats that Smudge always talked about was behind that bush, and he was going to eat my bones! My pelt bristled, but I stood my ground, challenging, "who's there?"
The bracken moved again, but this time a cat emerged from the prickly fronds. It was a tom with a brilliant ginger pelt and dark green eyes like the leaves on the trees above. His description matched that which Smudge had given to me about Rusty, so I blurted, "who are you?"
"Fireheart," the tom replied, a smile crossing his muzzle. "And you're Princess."
I was taken aback. "How do you know my name?" I asked him, my insides swirling with doubt.
"Why, I'm your brother of course," he laughed, touching noses with me. "I haven't seen you in so long."
A purr escaped my throat and I backed away to get a good look at my brother. "Rusty," I announced. "Smudge always talks about you."
"So he still calls me Rusty," mused Fireheart. "Good old Smudge. He was my best friend, you know."
I nodded. "Are you one of those wild cats now?" I questioned, seeing his lack of collar and his skinny frame. He smelled of damp ferns and other scents of the forest.
Fireheart lashed his tail. "I'm a Clan cat," he corrected. "Here, let me show you." He turned around and plunged through the undergrowth, and I hesitantly followed him into the deep forest.
That was the first time I saw the ThunderClan camp, and (although I didn't know it at the time) it was the first time I saw my mate. I had never seen so many cats in one place before, and I was shocked. Fireheart told me all about the Clans and their customs, and how he had come to join ThunderClan. It seemed like a wonderful place to live.
"Princess, this is my friend Graystripe," Fireheart introduced me to a long-furred gray tom with yellow eyes. He smiled and mewed, "pleased to meet you."
"Feelings are mutual," I assured him. I glanced past his shoulder and spotted a dark brown tabby sulking outside one of the dens. "Who's that?" I asked Fireheart.
Wrinkling his noise, Fireheart replied, "Dustpaw. He's an apprentice, but he should have his warrior ceremony soon. He actually became an apprentice before me and Graystripe."
Hearing his name, Dustpaw walked over. "Who's this, Fireheart?" he snarled, "some kittypet that you've fallen for? I would imagine that you'd be attracted to kittypets, considering you have kittypet blood."
Fireheart's pelt bristled, and he snarled, "This is my sister, Dustpaw."
Dustpaw narrowed his eyes. "Oh really?" he asked. His amber eyes scanned me, and I felt self-conscience. There was something about this apprentice's personality that attracted me to him.
"Oh, come off it, Dustpaw," a she-cat's voice broke in. I turned my head to see a pale ginger cat padding up to us. Her fur shone like gold in the dappled sunlight on the camp floor, and she walked over to stand next to Dustpaw. "Leave the kittypet alone."
"Sandpaw, this is my sister," Fireheart told the she-cat. "Her name is Princess."
I dipped my head in a polite greeting, and Sandpaw nodded. "A kittypet, huh? Figures."
Her personality was similar to Dustpaw's, so I assumed that she was his sister. Dustpaw turned and whispered something into Sandpaw's ear with a smirk on his face, but her own face remained neutral. Fireheart broke the silence by saying, "Princess, will you visit again tomorrow?"
"Certainly," I purred, glancing at Dustpaw. "I'd love to see you all again."
Graystripe stepped forward. "Dustpaw, why don't you help me escort Princess back to Twolegplace?"
My heart fluttered at the sound of Dustpaw's name, and I was ashamed of myself. Me, falling for a Clan cat; and an apprentice at that! The two cats brought me back to my housefolk, but all the time I couldn't help but think of Dustpaw.
As the two cats departed, I called out to them. "Dustpaw!"
He turned around. "What is it?" he snarled at me, his eyes filled with confusion.
"Wait for me tomorrow, would you?" I asked him, my voice wavering.
He narrowed his eyes in thought, and then he unexpectedly nodded. "I will," he promised. "I'll be here in the morning." He glanced back at the spot where Graystripe had disappeared through the ferns. "I'll see you tomorrow, Princess."
I felt as light as a feather as he turned and padded through the forest, onward towards the ThunderClan camp. I fell asleep easily that night, knowing that he'd be waiting for me in the morning.
As the moons went on, Dustpaw became Dustpelt, and I discovered that Sandpaw, now Sandstorm, was not his sister but his good friend, whom he had been attracted to for a time. I was grateful for her admiration of Fireheart, and Dustpelt seemed to be glad, too.
One night, as Dustpelt brought me back home, I mewed, "Dustpelt, you'll be waiting for me in the morning, won't you?"
Dustpelt turned and looked at me, his eyes shining brightly and his pelt glowing silver in the moonlight. "Princess, come and spend the night with me," he mewed, "out in the forest. You've never spent a night in the forest, have you?"
I leaped down from the fence, feeling the spongy grass beneath my paws. "No," I replied. "Is it safe?"
"You'll have me," Dustpelt assured me, pressing his muzzle to mine. "Don't you trust me?"
"With my life," I breathed, staring into his beautiful eyes. Then I had a question. "Dustpelt, why are you cranky around camp, but you're so nice to me?"
He thought about his answer. "I don't want anybody finding out about us," he replied. "Being prickly is the only way I can do that." He shifted, muscles rippling underneath his rich brown tabby pelt.
Nodding, I mewed, "lead the way, then." He took me to a place where we could spend the night, and I fell asleep with my tail entwined with his, his breath in my ears, his warm pelt against mine. To put it simply, it was heaven.
"So, Princess, you're expecting kits?" Fireheart asked me, his pelt shining like a bonfire in the early morning sunlight. "That's wonderful! Who's the father?"
Butterflies went wild in my stomach. "Fireheart, I don't think I should tell you…"
"Is it Smudge?" my brother asked me eagerly. "He's such a good cat; he'd make a wonderful father."
"No, it's not Smudge," I sighed. "It's Dustpelt." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized that I had made a big mistake.
Fireheart's eyes widened and his pelt bristled in anger. "Dustpelt?" he hissed, his tail sticking straight out behind him. "You're joking with me, aren't you? It's not funny, Princess."
I stared right into his eyes. "Would I lie to you?" I asked him.
Still, Fireheart was enraged. "Princess, this breaks the warrior code several times over!" he snarled. "You can't mother Dustpelt's kits!"
"Too late," I replied, noticing Dustpelt walking across the clearing. "I think I'll tell him now."
Fireheart hung his head as I padded over to Dustpelt. "I'm expecting your kits!" I blurted, excitement getting the better of me.
Dustpelt's reaction was similar to Fireheart's. "I'm f-fathering your k-kits?" he stammered, looking horrified.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "Isn't it great?"
"Not really," he replied coldly. "I can't have kits with a kittypet, Princess, it's against the warrior code."
It was my turn to be angry. "Can't we just forget the warrior code?" I snapped. "You're going to be a father, Dustpelt! Aren't you the least bit happy?"
The brown tabby still looked doubtful. "I'm sorry, Princess, but we can't see each other anymore. Not after this."
My heart was suddenly broken in two. Dustpelt, my one love, was rejecting me after all we had gone through. My eyes glimmering with warm tears, I mewed, "goodbye, Dustpelt. I thought you loved me." I turned and stormed from the camp, anger and sadness overtaking me.
Now, with my kits born, I fear I may never see Dustpelt again. My kits are all healthy; three she-kits and a tom. The she-cats are named Rose, Berry, and Sparrow. Their pelts, respectively, are light ginger, ginger and brown tabby, and light brown. Bramble, the only tom, looks just like his father, and has his prickly personality as well.
"Mother, how come we never see our father?" Berry asked me one day. Her pale green eyes were pleading, and Rose and Sparrow crowded me as well.
I sighed. "He lives in the forest," I admitted. "He's not a kittyp- house cat." Even using Clan words made me think of Dustpelt.
"So he's one of those wild cats that Smudge talks about?" Bramble asked, padding up to me. "The ones who eat bones?"
"He's a Clan cat," I corrected him. I began telling them all about the Clan cats and how they lived. "Your own uncle is a Clan cat," I finished. "His name is Fireheart."
"Well, actually, it's Firestar now," a voice broke in. I jumped slightly and turned to see a cat sitting on top of the fence. There was no mistaking his brown tabby pelt and his burning amber eyes.
The kits gasped in unison. "Father!" they cried, racing over to the fence. I was amazed at how they knew that Dustpelt was their father even when I hadn't said so. Dustpelt leaped down from the fence and let his kits swarm around him. I padded up to him and touched noses with him.
"I thought I'd never see you again," I murmured, a purr rumbling deep in my throat.
Dustpelt smiled. "I felt the same," he told me. "I regretting letting go of you, but I was to cowardly to ever apologize." He shuffled his paws uneasily. "I have another mate now; it was the only way to get over you. Please forgive me."
I just nodded. "Does she make you happy, Dustpelt?"
"Yes, she does."
"That's all I care about," I assured him, giving his ear a quick lick. "These are your kits, and that's what matters."
No other words were spoken, but the emotions said a million things at once. I noticed one emotion in particular- love.
And that was how it should always have been.
Chapters: 1
Author: Lightningstar
Pairing: Princessx???
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Sort of for the first series.
Summary: Princess can't help but fall for the most unlikely of cats...
Warning: None really...
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors or related items.
Beta: None
Cover: None
Author's Notes: This is a total crack pairing; originally meant for a contest on Warriors Cloud. ;D
I wish I had never gone into that forest. I wish I had never reunited with my brother after all that time. But then again, if I hadn't, how would I have met the one I loved?
My name is Princess, and I live with my housefolk. I have four beautiful kittens, but their presence makes me uneasy at most. I know I shouldn't feel this way about my own kits, but their father was not a kittypet, or even a loner- he was a Clan cat, and according to Clan ways, taking a kittypet as a mate was forbidden.
Before I went to the forest, I lived a very normal life. Every day I went inside and outside only as my housefolk allowed me, and every day I ate on scheduled times. The memories of my mother and my siblings were still fresh in my mind, and I longed to see them again.
Smudge, the cat that lives over the fence from me, always told me about the wild cats that lived out in the forest, and that he had a friend named Rusty that had gone to join them. The name seemed vaguely familiar to me, though I wasn't sure how I knew it. "Let me try and find him," I told Smudge. "Anything for a friend, right?"
"Be careful, Princess," Smudge warned as I leaped down from the fence. His eyes glimmered with worry. "Come back safely."
"I will," I purred as I stalked away. The dusty path I walked down was scattered with leaves and branches, and the sun dappled it with gold and shadow. How could anything scary possibly exist in these woods; everything was so beautiful!
Suddenly, I heard a rustling in the bracken some ways in front of me. I jumped, frightened by the noise. Maybe one of the wild cats that Smudge always talked about was behind that bush, and he was going to eat my bones! My pelt bristled, but I stood my ground, challenging, "who's there?"
The bracken moved again, but this time a cat emerged from the prickly fronds. It was a tom with a brilliant ginger pelt and dark green eyes like the leaves on the trees above. His description matched that which Smudge had given to me about Rusty, so I blurted, "who are you?"
"Fireheart," the tom replied, a smile crossing his muzzle. "And you're Princess."
I was taken aback. "How do you know my name?" I asked him, my insides swirling with doubt.
"Why, I'm your brother of course," he laughed, touching noses with me. "I haven't seen you in so long."
A purr escaped my throat and I backed away to get a good look at my brother. "Rusty," I announced. "Smudge always talks about you."
"So he still calls me Rusty," mused Fireheart. "Good old Smudge. He was my best friend, you know."
I nodded. "Are you one of those wild cats now?" I questioned, seeing his lack of collar and his skinny frame. He smelled of damp ferns and other scents of the forest.
Fireheart lashed his tail. "I'm a Clan cat," he corrected. "Here, let me show you." He turned around and plunged through the undergrowth, and I hesitantly followed him into the deep forest.
That was the first time I saw the ThunderClan camp, and (although I didn't know it at the time) it was the first time I saw my mate. I had never seen so many cats in one place before, and I was shocked. Fireheart told me all about the Clans and their customs, and how he had come to join ThunderClan. It seemed like a wonderful place to live.
"Princess, this is my friend Graystripe," Fireheart introduced me to a long-furred gray tom with yellow eyes. He smiled and mewed, "pleased to meet you."
"Feelings are mutual," I assured him. I glanced past his shoulder and spotted a dark brown tabby sulking outside one of the dens. "Who's that?" I asked Fireheart.
Wrinkling his noise, Fireheart replied, "Dustpaw. He's an apprentice, but he should have his warrior ceremony soon. He actually became an apprentice before me and Graystripe."
Hearing his name, Dustpaw walked over. "Who's this, Fireheart?" he snarled, "some kittypet that you've fallen for? I would imagine that you'd be attracted to kittypets, considering you have kittypet blood."
Fireheart's pelt bristled, and he snarled, "This is my sister, Dustpaw."
Dustpaw narrowed his eyes. "Oh really?" he asked. His amber eyes scanned me, and I felt self-conscience. There was something about this apprentice's personality that attracted me to him.
"Oh, come off it, Dustpaw," a she-cat's voice broke in. I turned my head to see a pale ginger cat padding up to us. Her fur shone like gold in the dappled sunlight on the camp floor, and she walked over to stand next to Dustpaw. "Leave the kittypet alone."
"Sandpaw, this is my sister," Fireheart told the she-cat. "Her name is Princess."
I dipped my head in a polite greeting, and Sandpaw nodded. "A kittypet, huh? Figures."
Her personality was similar to Dustpaw's, so I assumed that she was his sister. Dustpaw turned and whispered something into Sandpaw's ear with a smirk on his face, but her own face remained neutral. Fireheart broke the silence by saying, "Princess, will you visit again tomorrow?"
"Certainly," I purred, glancing at Dustpaw. "I'd love to see you all again."
Graystripe stepped forward. "Dustpaw, why don't you help me escort Princess back to Twolegplace?"
My heart fluttered at the sound of Dustpaw's name, and I was ashamed of myself. Me, falling for a Clan cat; and an apprentice at that! The two cats brought me back to my housefolk, but all the time I couldn't help but think of Dustpaw.
As the two cats departed, I called out to them. "Dustpaw!"
He turned around. "What is it?" he snarled at me, his eyes filled with confusion.
"Wait for me tomorrow, would you?" I asked him, my voice wavering.
He narrowed his eyes in thought, and then he unexpectedly nodded. "I will," he promised. "I'll be here in the morning." He glanced back at the spot where Graystripe had disappeared through the ferns. "I'll see you tomorrow, Princess."
I felt as light as a feather as he turned and padded through the forest, onward towards the ThunderClan camp. I fell asleep easily that night, knowing that he'd be waiting for me in the morning.
***
As the moons went on, Dustpaw became Dustpelt, and I discovered that Sandpaw, now Sandstorm, was not his sister but his good friend, whom he had been attracted to for a time. I was grateful for her admiration of Fireheart, and Dustpelt seemed to be glad, too.
One night, as Dustpelt brought me back home, I mewed, "Dustpelt, you'll be waiting for me in the morning, won't you?"
Dustpelt turned and looked at me, his eyes shining brightly and his pelt glowing silver in the moonlight. "Princess, come and spend the night with me," he mewed, "out in the forest. You've never spent a night in the forest, have you?"
I leaped down from the fence, feeling the spongy grass beneath my paws. "No," I replied. "Is it safe?"
"You'll have me," Dustpelt assured me, pressing his muzzle to mine. "Don't you trust me?"
"With my life," I breathed, staring into his beautiful eyes. Then I had a question. "Dustpelt, why are you cranky around camp, but you're so nice to me?"
He thought about his answer. "I don't want anybody finding out about us," he replied. "Being prickly is the only way I can do that." He shifted, muscles rippling underneath his rich brown tabby pelt.
Nodding, I mewed, "lead the way, then." He took me to a place where we could spend the night, and I fell asleep with my tail entwined with his, his breath in my ears, his warm pelt against mine. To put it simply, it was heaven.
***
"So, Princess, you're expecting kits?" Fireheart asked me, his pelt shining like a bonfire in the early morning sunlight. "That's wonderful! Who's the father?"
Butterflies went wild in my stomach. "Fireheart, I don't think I should tell you…"
"Is it Smudge?" my brother asked me eagerly. "He's such a good cat; he'd make a wonderful father."
"No, it's not Smudge," I sighed. "It's Dustpelt." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized that I had made a big mistake.
Fireheart's eyes widened and his pelt bristled in anger. "Dustpelt?" he hissed, his tail sticking straight out behind him. "You're joking with me, aren't you? It's not funny, Princess."
I stared right into his eyes. "Would I lie to you?" I asked him.
Still, Fireheart was enraged. "Princess, this breaks the warrior code several times over!" he snarled. "You can't mother Dustpelt's kits!"
"Too late," I replied, noticing Dustpelt walking across the clearing. "I think I'll tell him now."
Fireheart hung his head as I padded over to Dustpelt. "I'm expecting your kits!" I blurted, excitement getting the better of me.
Dustpelt's reaction was similar to Fireheart's. "I'm f-fathering your k-kits?" he stammered, looking horrified.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "Isn't it great?"
"Not really," he replied coldly. "I can't have kits with a kittypet, Princess, it's against the warrior code."
It was my turn to be angry. "Can't we just forget the warrior code?" I snapped. "You're going to be a father, Dustpelt! Aren't you the least bit happy?"
The brown tabby still looked doubtful. "I'm sorry, Princess, but we can't see each other anymore. Not after this."
My heart was suddenly broken in two. Dustpelt, my one love, was rejecting me after all we had gone through. My eyes glimmering with warm tears, I mewed, "goodbye, Dustpelt. I thought you loved me." I turned and stormed from the camp, anger and sadness overtaking me.
***
Now, with my kits born, I fear I may never see Dustpelt again. My kits are all healthy; three she-kits and a tom. The she-cats are named Rose, Berry, and Sparrow. Their pelts, respectively, are light ginger, ginger and brown tabby, and light brown. Bramble, the only tom, looks just like his father, and has his prickly personality as well.
"Mother, how come we never see our father?" Berry asked me one day. Her pale green eyes were pleading, and Rose and Sparrow crowded me as well.
I sighed. "He lives in the forest," I admitted. "He's not a kittyp- house cat." Even using Clan words made me think of Dustpelt.
"So he's one of those wild cats that Smudge talks about?" Bramble asked, padding up to me. "The ones who eat bones?"
"He's a Clan cat," I corrected him. I began telling them all about the Clan cats and how they lived. "Your own uncle is a Clan cat," I finished. "His name is Fireheart."
"Well, actually, it's Firestar now," a voice broke in. I jumped slightly and turned to see a cat sitting on top of the fence. There was no mistaking his brown tabby pelt and his burning amber eyes.
The kits gasped in unison. "Father!" they cried, racing over to the fence. I was amazed at how they knew that Dustpelt was their father even when I hadn't said so. Dustpelt leaped down from the fence and let his kits swarm around him. I padded up to him and touched noses with him.
"I thought I'd never see you again," I murmured, a purr rumbling deep in my throat.
Dustpelt smiled. "I felt the same," he told me. "I regretting letting go of you, but I was to cowardly to ever apologize." He shuffled his paws uneasily. "I have another mate now; it was the only way to get over you. Please forgive me."
I just nodded. "Does she make you happy, Dustpelt?"
"Yes, she does."
"That's all I care about," I assured him, giving his ear a quick lick. "These are your kits, and that's what matters."
No other words were spoken, but the emotions said a million things at once. I noticed one emotion in particular- love.
And that was how it should always have been.
