Post by dare.xx.awaken me... on Sept 13, 2008 17:07:45 GMT -5
Title: I Can't Do This
Author: Mehself and meh crazy mind
Pairing: WhitestormxBluestar
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Pratically the first series and FQ
Summary: Whitestorm confronts the feelings he know he shouldn't have as his comforting of Bluestar in her crazy days goes too far.
Warning: Implied Mating: But not shown nor graphic
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Sigh.
Other: I love comments....and cookies...pweeesee?
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"Whitestorm" Bluestar croaked from the depths of the den. The senior white warrior came further into the den, the smell of Bluestars unwashed and unkempt fur adding to his sadness at seeing his beloved leader in such a state. "Your the only one I can trust - the others are all against me, all like Tigerclaw..." She shuddered. "Shhh, everythings fine Bluestar, the others are not against you, theire very worried about you." He sat close to the blue-gray femme, their fur mingling. "Your just saying that." Bluestar was faint. Whitestorm just quietly shook his head, and began to lick Bluestars ears, trying to groom her. For a while, their was silence, just the swiping of Whitestorms tounge over her ears and the rhythmic bobbing of Bluestars head as she made no attempt to stop Whitestorm.
A tiny little speck stirred in Whitestorms heart. He admired and cared for Bluestar deeply, she had been a fine leader to ThunderClan, before her sudden decline into madness. He pushed away all thoughts of trying to take their friendship further and after he had become a warrior, and eventually became mates with Willowheart, he forgot this all together and Bluestar became nothing more than a good friend and his leader. But now, seeing her in such a sorry state, the compassion that welled in his heart became stronger, to such a extent that he wanted to no more than fling his paws around her, whisper sweet murmings into her ears and try to show her she was loved.
But he knew this was wrong, and he did all he could to fight away the feelings that had laid undisturbed for moons.
Bluestar suddenly broke away and lied down. "I need you Whitestorm...I need you more than ever" Whitestorm stepped back, knowing exaclty what she meant. "No..I can't do this Bluestar. I have a mate, Willowheart, I have kits, I have a family Bluestar." But her blue eyes pleaded "And I know you need this too.." She spoke.
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Moonlght filtered into the den, Whitestorm awoke, he felt sick and his heart was heavy with guilt. What had he done?.He couldn't possibley have....Oh StarClan forbid. He did just mate with his leader. He saw Fireheart on guard duty and felt so ashamed he didn't want to be seen. Slipping out behind the elders den, he padded down to the stream and gave himself a good through wash, trying to get rid of the horrible dirty feeling he had. He felt like he had taken adavantage of his leader in her vunerable state. "Whitestorm, you call yourself a warrior?" He spat "Your no better than Tigerclaw!"
*****A few Moons Later, a few days before Dog Battle.*****
"Whitestorm" Bluestar spoke from inside her den, Whitestorm reluctantly entered and reeled back in shock. a faint sent of kit-milk could be smelt and curled up in bluestars tail was a tiny, bu pretty little brown tabby she-kit. "Whitestorm" Bluestars voice was nothing but a mere whisper "Shes yours." Her tails uncurled and pushed the kit away from her, and hushed it before it could mew. "Take her, take her far away from here" and with that she turned her back. Whitestorm was in a state of disbelife. The same feelings he had felt on the night of this kits concievement came flooding back. But he could do nothng but obey Bluestars wishes. Luckily, hardly anybody was about in camp and picking up his daughter he walked outside the camp from behind the elders tunnel. He moved quickly through the forest, using paths he knew hunting parties and partols would not take. After what seemed like forever of dodging through trees he reached Twoleg Place. Scanning the fences, he remembered Firehearts old one and quickly placed the kit outside the door into the nest. He tried not to look at his daughters eyes, he couldn't get attached to her. But submtting to temptation he nuzzled his daughter. "Goodbye, little one" He scratched the door and quickly bounded of back to the forest.
A tall twoleg male opened the door and picked up the kitten. "What do we have here? Diane, look at this, Its a kitten!" A woman came out "Oh shes adorable! Shes got no collar and she smells like the woods. Shes probabl been abandoned by a stray." The woman took the kitten from her husbands hands "We should keep her. Lets call her Hattie."
********THE END************
Author: Mehself and meh crazy mind
Pairing: WhitestormxBluestar
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Pratically the first series and FQ
Summary: Whitestorm confronts the feelings he know he shouldn't have as his comforting of Bluestar in her crazy days goes too far.
Warning: Implied Mating: But not shown nor graphic
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Sigh.
Other: I love comments....and cookies...pweeesee?
*********
"Whitestorm" Bluestar croaked from the depths of the den. The senior white warrior came further into the den, the smell of Bluestars unwashed and unkempt fur adding to his sadness at seeing his beloved leader in such a state. "Your the only one I can trust - the others are all against me, all like Tigerclaw..." She shuddered. "Shhh, everythings fine Bluestar, the others are not against you, theire very worried about you." He sat close to the blue-gray femme, their fur mingling. "Your just saying that." Bluestar was faint. Whitestorm just quietly shook his head, and began to lick Bluestars ears, trying to groom her. For a while, their was silence, just the swiping of Whitestorms tounge over her ears and the rhythmic bobbing of Bluestars head as she made no attempt to stop Whitestorm.
A tiny little speck stirred in Whitestorms heart. He admired and cared for Bluestar deeply, she had been a fine leader to ThunderClan, before her sudden decline into madness. He pushed away all thoughts of trying to take their friendship further and after he had become a warrior, and eventually became mates with Willowheart, he forgot this all together and Bluestar became nothing more than a good friend and his leader. But now, seeing her in such a sorry state, the compassion that welled in his heart became stronger, to such a extent that he wanted to no more than fling his paws around her, whisper sweet murmings into her ears and try to show her she was loved.
But he knew this was wrong, and he did all he could to fight away the feelings that had laid undisturbed for moons.
Bluestar suddenly broke away and lied down. "I need you Whitestorm...I need you more than ever" Whitestorm stepped back, knowing exaclty what she meant. "No..I can't do this Bluestar. I have a mate, Willowheart, I have kits, I have a family Bluestar." But her blue eyes pleaded "And I know you need this too.." She spoke.
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Moonlght filtered into the den, Whitestorm awoke, he felt sick and his heart was heavy with guilt. What had he done?.He couldn't possibley have....Oh StarClan forbid. He did just mate with his leader. He saw Fireheart on guard duty and felt so ashamed he didn't want to be seen. Slipping out behind the elders den, he padded down to the stream and gave himself a good through wash, trying to get rid of the horrible dirty feeling he had. He felt like he had taken adavantage of his leader in her vunerable state. "Whitestorm, you call yourself a warrior?" He spat "Your no better than Tigerclaw!"
*****A few Moons Later, a few days before Dog Battle.*****
"Whitestorm" Bluestar spoke from inside her den, Whitestorm reluctantly entered and reeled back in shock. a faint sent of kit-milk could be smelt and curled up in bluestars tail was a tiny, bu pretty little brown tabby she-kit. "Whitestorm" Bluestars voice was nothing but a mere whisper "Shes yours." Her tails uncurled and pushed the kit away from her, and hushed it before it could mew. "Take her, take her far away from here" and with that she turned her back. Whitestorm was in a state of disbelife. The same feelings he had felt on the night of this kits concievement came flooding back. But he could do nothng but obey Bluestars wishes. Luckily, hardly anybody was about in camp and picking up his daughter he walked outside the camp from behind the elders tunnel. He moved quickly through the forest, using paths he knew hunting parties and partols would not take. After what seemed like forever of dodging through trees he reached Twoleg Place. Scanning the fences, he remembered Firehearts old one and quickly placed the kit outside the door into the nest. He tried not to look at his daughters eyes, he couldn't get attached to her. But submtting to temptation he nuzzled his daughter. "Goodbye, little one" He scratched the door and quickly bounded of back to the forest.
A tall twoleg male opened the door and picked up the kitten. "What do we have here? Diane, look at this, Its a kitten!" A woman came out "Oh shes adorable! Shes got no collar and she smells like the woods. Shes probabl been abandoned by a stray." The woman took the kitten from her husbands hands "We should keep her. Lets call her Hattie."
********THE END************
You're a good writer, and even though this isn't my favorite pairing of all time (considering the family relations thing), you did a very good job on this! You write wonderful fluff.