Post by Blizz on Apr 13, 2007 15:26:39 GMT -5
Title: Fields Of Gold
Author: Blizz (starclan@rogers.com)
Pairing: Ravenpaw x Barley
Rating: G[slash]
Summary: The two cats stood, silhouetted in the dawn light, staring over the golden fields so vast that no one could claim them.
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: Warriors is owned by HarperCollins and Working Partners. If it wasn't, the slash would reign free!
Cover: N/A
Author's Notes: Inspired by Sting's "Fields Of Gold". Perfect song for this wonderful couple. Hope I captured the right mood. AFTER EDIT: OMG! I wrote non-angsty romance! Well, until the end... But all I've been able to write is angsty vignettes, so finally I can get out something like this.
"Sometimes..." The two cats stood, silhouetted in the dawn light, staring over the golden fields so vast that no one could claim them. The black and white splotched tom paid attentively to his companion, a familiar light smile always totting his features.
"Nothing." The other tom said, closing his mouth and leaning against the other cat affectionately. Barley, the tom with more white then black, did not pry, but joined Ravenpaw in gazing at the swaying fields. Had he been looking into his friend's eyes, he may have seen a flicker of longing for what lay beyond his new home, for all he had left behind.
Instead, they leaned on each-other, and purred happily in their own private company. Fur swayed in the summer breeze like the golden stalks before them.
"Gotcha!" A hiss of approval left the younger tom as his claws grasped the target--a plump mouse. He speared his catch proudly, and lifted his head, looking for Barley, his hunting partner.
A cry of surprise escaped him as a larger black and white tom crashed on him from behind a hay bale. The two tussled affectionately, until they both broke off and lay beside each-other, gazing into the old barn's ceiling, full of sky holes.
"Gotcha." Breathed Barley humorously, turning his head to look at Ravenpaw, eyes sparkling with mirth. Ravenpaw smiled back, then turned to the autumn sky again, a faraway look in "his eyes.
Barley joined his gaze, but could not capture what his partner saw of interest there.
The seasons changed again, so now gentle flakes of snow crept through the holes of the old barn, the wind whispering gently outside. The two cats snuggled up in there makeshift nest, a pile of hay in the sheltered loft.
Breathing in unison, entwined together and perfectly content, they slept peacefully and warm while the gentle leaf-bare weather inflicted it's bareness over the land. Warm amber eyes blinked open, and Barley sighed in contentedness. Always leaf-bares had been a sombre affair, alone and cold, but now they were not.
Ravenpaw twitched in his sleep, mumbling something that Barley couldn't make out. With a pang of regret, the black and white tom wondered if his friend was dreaming of his Clan home.
"Sometimes," Barley pricked his ears, glancing at Ravenpaw. He recognized the word from three seasons before, when he thought Ravenpaw and himself would be content forever in the old barn.
"I almost wonder, what my name would have been, had I stayed in the Clans." He laughed wistfully, but Barley knew him well enough to hear how serious this question, and all it stood for, stalked his companion's thoughts.
"You can call yourself whatever you want here," Barely pointed out, licking Ravenpaw's ear. "You can be as free as you want here." He hoped Ravenpaw wouldn't pick up on the nervousness that clutched at his heart.
"You'll leave here then." Barely stated flatly, staring at the black tom hopelessly.
Ravenpaw dipped his head, scuffing the ground. "I need to find..."
"Your name." Barley finished in the same flat tone.
"When I find it--"
"You'll come back." The black tom nodded, eyes begging his mate not to be angry with him, not to be hurt beyond repair. "I need to know Barley, please... understand. I don't want to leave you."
"As long as you come back." Barley tried not to choke on his words, trying to tell Ravenpaw it was alright, and that he could do this. He had been alone all his life, he could just go back to that, couldn't he?
Ravenpaw didn't answer, but turned away, looking over the same familiar fields of golden barley that he wanted to leave behind. Gold and bright as the sun above them.
"Go then..." Barley murmured, mesmerized by his thoughts of being alone.
Ravenpaw looked at him sharply, eyes softening as he stepped to butt his head affectionately against the older tom. The embrace as they rubbed cheeks lasted but a moment, before they stepped back and looked into each-other's eyes longingly.
Without words, they agreed. Ravenpaw turned away again, and leaped from the barn entrance to the dusty ground. I'll love you forever.
Barley watched as his dark form and white tipped tail disappeared into the sea of gold, dropping to the ground as he wished his friend silent luck.
Author: Blizz (starclan@rogers.com)
Pairing: Ravenpaw x Barley
Rating: G[slash]
Summary: The two cats stood, silhouetted in the dawn light, staring over the golden fields so vast that no one could claim them.
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: Warriors is owned by HarperCollins and Working Partners. If it wasn't, the slash would reign free!
Cover: N/A
Author's Notes: Inspired by Sting's "Fields Of Gold". Perfect song for this wonderful couple. Hope I captured the right mood. AFTER EDIT: OMG! I wrote non-angsty romance! Well, until the end... But all I've been able to write is angsty vignettes, so finally I can get out something like this.
Fields Of Gold
"Sometimes..." The two cats stood, silhouetted in the dawn light, staring over the golden fields so vast that no one could claim them. The black and white splotched tom paid attentively to his companion, a familiar light smile always totting his features.
"Nothing." The other tom said, closing his mouth and leaning against the other cat affectionately. Barley, the tom with more white then black, did not pry, but joined Ravenpaw in gazing at the swaying fields. Had he been looking into his friend's eyes, he may have seen a flicker of longing for what lay beyond his new home, for all he had left behind.
Instead, they leaned on each-other, and purred happily in their own private company. Fur swayed in the summer breeze like the golden stalks before them.
**&&**
"Gotcha!" A hiss of approval left the younger tom as his claws grasped the target--a plump mouse. He speared his catch proudly, and lifted his head, looking for Barley, his hunting partner.
A cry of surprise escaped him as a larger black and white tom crashed on him from behind a hay bale. The two tussled affectionately, until they both broke off and lay beside each-other, gazing into the old barn's ceiling, full of sky holes.
"Gotcha." Breathed Barley humorously, turning his head to look at Ravenpaw, eyes sparkling with mirth. Ravenpaw smiled back, then turned to the autumn sky again, a faraway look in "his eyes.
Barley joined his gaze, but could not capture what his partner saw of interest there.
**&&**
The seasons changed again, so now gentle flakes of snow crept through the holes of the old barn, the wind whispering gently outside. The two cats snuggled up in there makeshift nest, a pile of hay in the sheltered loft.
Breathing in unison, entwined together and perfectly content, they slept peacefully and warm while the gentle leaf-bare weather inflicted it's bareness over the land. Warm amber eyes blinked open, and Barley sighed in contentedness. Always leaf-bares had been a sombre affair, alone and cold, but now they were not.
Ravenpaw twitched in his sleep, mumbling something that Barley couldn't make out. With a pang of regret, the black and white tom wondered if his friend was dreaming of his Clan home.
**&&**
"Sometimes," Barley pricked his ears, glancing at Ravenpaw. He recognized the word from three seasons before, when he thought Ravenpaw and himself would be content forever in the old barn.
"I almost wonder, what my name would have been, had I stayed in the Clans." He laughed wistfully, but Barley knew him well enough to hear how serious this question, and all it stood for, stalked his companion's thoughts.
"You can call yourself whatever you want here," Barely pointed out, licking Ravenpaw's ear. "You can be as free as you want here." He hoped Ravenpaw wouldn't pick up on the nervousness that clutched at his heart.
**&&**
"You'll leave here then." Barely stated flatly, staring at the black tom hopelessly.
Ravenpaw dipped his head, scuffing the ground. "I need to find..."
"Your name." Barley finished in the same flat tone.
"When I find it--"
"You'll come back." The black tom nodded, eyes begging his mate not to be angry with him, not to be hurt beyond repair. "I need to know Barley, please... understand. I don't want to leave you."
"As long as you come back." Barley tried not to choke on his words, trying to tell Ravenpaw it was alright, and that he could do this. He had been alone all his life, he could just go back to that, couldn't he?
Ravenpaw didn't answer, but turned away, looking over the same familiar fields of golden barley that he wanted to leave behind. Gold and bright as the sun above them.
"Go then..." Barley murmured, mesmerized by his thoughts of being alone.
Ravenpaw looked at him sharply, eyes softening as he stepped to butt his head affectionately against the older tom. The embrace as they rubbed cheeks lasted but a moment, before they stepped back and looked into each-other's eyes longingly.
Without words, they agreed. Ravenpaw turned away again, and leaped from the barn entrance to the dusty ground. I'll love you forever.
Barley watched as his dark form and white tipped tail disappeared into the sea of gold, dropping to the ground as he wished his friend silent luck.
