Post by ;R.o.c.k.y.w.a.v.e; on Jun 8, 2007 21:18:07 GMT -5
Title: Greenleaf Morning
Chapters: 1, obviously.
Author: Rockywave
Pairing: FirexSand
Rating: G
Summary: One morning in greenleaf, Firepaw realizes that his heart lies, not with Spottedleaf, but with Sandpaw. The connection between them increases as the seasons go on. Note-every time there's asterisks, a book passes.
Warning: A little violence, but I'm not sure it's enough to make it a PG fic, since there's no blood or anything.
Disclaimer: If I was Erin Hunter, the first series would be about Brackenfur, the second series would center around Sorreltail, and the third would focus on Poppypaw, Cinderpaw, and Honeypaw! *huggles Sorreltail, Brackenfur, and all their cute little kittys!*
Beta: N/A
Cover: N/A
Firepaw rose, his mouth stretching in a yawn. It was a beautiful morning in greenleaf. Firepaw remembered days like these, when his owners shut him inside. How wonderful it was to be a free apprentice of ThunderClan, and not a pampered kittypet! "Hi, Firepaw!" mewed his newfound friend, Graypaw. "Looks like those lazy furballs aren't up yet!" Graypaw was right. The cats who made fun of his kittypet heritage, Sandpaw and Dustpaw, were still snoozing away.
"Whitestorm and Darkstripe are going to be mad," meowed Firepaw, naming their mentors. "We barely woke up in time, and they're still sleeping away!"
"Yep." replied Graypaw, turning away. "We better be going now. Bluestar and Lionheart will be waiting for us." Firepaw wanted to go with Graypaw, but there was something about Sandpaw that prevented him from doing so.
"We should wake them up, Graypaw." he said. "It doesn't seem right to just leave them here."
"Are you mouse-brained, Firepaw?" mewed Graypaw disbelievingly. He paused. "Oh, all right." The long-furred gray tom shook Dustpaw with his paw. Firepaw padded over to Sandpaw. The she-cat was a pretty cat, her golden pelt was matched with faint ginger stripes, her amber eyes gleamed with spunk...
Firepaw shook his head. I love Spottedleaf, not Sandpaw. he thought. Or...or...do I, really? Spottedleafs' a medicine cat... Clearing his mind of all doubts, the ginger tom gently nudged Sandpaw. "Wake up, Sandpaw." he whispered. The pale cat turned over.
"Huh?" she meowed sleepily. Firepaw braced himself for a comment like, "I'm surprised you woke up earlier than me. I thought that kittypets slept until sunhigh!" or "StarClan, kittypet. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" But instead, the ginger she-cat said, "Oh. Thanks, Firepaw." Firepaw was taken aback.
"Are you feeling alright today, Sandpaw?" he mewed worriedly.
"Of course I am!" snapped Sandpaw. "What are you, a medicine cat?" Firepaw let out a sigh of relief. This sounded more like the Sandpaw he knew.
Fireheart swiped at a gray tabby, and broke the bridge of his nose. The warrior hissed, and fled away. Seconds before another cat attacked him, Fireheart felt a flash of guilt. This border skirmish turned battle, was all his fault. If he hadn't decided to go through RiverClan territory, then this never would have happened.
A dark brown, long pelted cat jumped on Firehearts' back, digging his claws into the ginger warriors' shoulders. Using the technique he used on Graypaw the day he was still Rusty, Fireheart flipped onto his back and turned himself over. The cat was pinned, and went limp.
Fireheart loosened his grip, just to make sure the cat wasn't faking. He was. I shouldn't have gotten tricked so easily! thought Fireheart. But something distracted him from his battle.
"Sandpaw!" cried Fireheart. The apprentice was grappling with a RiverClan warrior. Sandpaw had no clue that the crafty cat was tumbling her over the edge of the gorge. He couldn't stand there and let a Clanmate die a watery death. He flung the brown cat off of him and leaped at the warrior, hitting his mark, and ripping her from Sandpaw. She turned to him, spitting.
"I can fight my own battles!" she hissed angrily. "I don't need a kittypet to take off every cat that decides to attack me!" But deep down, Fireheart could see a few things other than indignation. He could see gratefulness, happiness, and...could it be? Fireheart was almost completely certain he saw love.
Fireheart shivered in the warriors' den. It was one cold leaf-bare, and being a younger warrior, he had to sleep on the outside with Dustpelt, Graystripe, and Sandstorm.
Sandstorm! Fireheart was uncertain if she loved him, but he was sure Sandstorm had some feeling for him. Like the other day, when she shyly asked him if he wanted to go on hunting patrol with her. Or that time a quarter moon ago, when Sandstorm offered to share a rabbit with him.
Oh, no, it couldn't be...Sandstorm was just his friend. Or...was she?
Fireheart walked to Yellowfangs' den. "Hi, Fireheart," mewed Cinderpelt. "How's being deputy treating you?" In fact, Fireheart was afraid of Tigerclaw coming back to terrorize ThunderClan, but what could he say? "You know what, Cinderpelt? I'm paranoid of Tigerclaw returning and killing us all!"
"Fine." he meowed. "It's a little tough, but I still like it. Do you know where Yellowfang is?"
"Out getting some more dock." the gray cat replied. "So, what's the problem?"
"Bellyache." he meowed.
"How bad does it hurt?"
"Very badly."
"Oh. Okay." Cinderpelt looked among her stores. "Ah, here we go. Have some chervil root." Fireheart obediently ate the bitter-tasting root. He almost gagged on the taste, and then remembered the awful herbs Spottedleaf had given himself, Graystripe, then Graypaw, Ravenpaw, Bluestar, and Tigerclaw when they journeyed to the Moonstone. Spottedleaf! How he missed the sweet medicine cat! "Fireheart," mewed Cinderpelt, jerking Fireheart out of his thoughts. "You look sad. What's wrong?"
"I was just remembering Spottedleaf." Cinderpelt gave a low chuckle.
"What?" he mewed indignantly.
"Oh, Fireheart," she meowed. "What I find so funny is that when you can't stop thinking of Spottedleaf, every cat in the Clan can see that Sandstorm loves you!" Fireheart was stunned.
"What?!?" he exclaimed. "Sandstorm? Me? You don't mean Dustpelt, do you?"
"Yes, she loves you." meowed Cinderpelt. "Get out of the past and look at the present, Fireheart!"
"So, Fireheart, who's going on the dawn patrol?" meowed Whitestorm.
"You, Mousefur, Cloudtail, myself, and--" He paused, trying to think of a cat who wasn't busy training an apprentice. "Sandstorm."
"Okay," replied Whitestorm. "I'll go get the others." The tom walked off. Suddenly Fireheart realized something. This was his chance to tell Sandstorm how he felt about her!
Whitestorm returned with Cloudtail and Sandstorm. "I couldn't find Mousefur." he explained. "Why don't you choose a different cat? I mean, we'd be wasting daylight searching our territory for her."
"You're right." he meowed. "I pick Brackenfur." Brackenfur was eating a mouse nearby, so Whitestorm didn't have to go get him. The patrol started off.
"Hi, Sandstorm." mewed Fireheart awkwardly.
"Hi, Fireheart." replied Sandstorm, equally uncomfortable.
"Um," he meowed. "How's it going?" Needless to say, conversation didn't flow easily. That is, until Fireheart spotted a mouse and Sandstorm eyed a thrush, both in the same area. "Sandstorm," he meowed. "I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"I-I-" A warm smile crept onto the pale ginger she-cats' face.
"Spit it out, Fireheart!" she laughed.
"Sandstorm, I love you." Her smile dropped, replacing her expression with a more serious expression.
"You do?" she asked.
"Yes, Sandstorm."
"I love you, too." It dawned on Fireheart that it was those words that he wanted to hear the most.
Firestar heard the blood pounding in his veins. This was the day before the big battle with BloodClan, and he feared greatly for the well-being of Sandstorm.
He watched as she trained Sorrelkit, Sootkit, and Rainkit how to fight, should BloodClan target them. "Now let's say I'm a BloodClan warrior and I want to kill you. Now what do you doooooo!" The "do" was emphasized because Sorrelkit used the teeth grip on Sandstorm's tail. "Very good." she purred happily.
"I want Sandstorm to be my mentor!" meowed Sorrelkit.
"No, I do!" mewed Rainkit.
"What about me?" squeaked Sootkit. "I want Sandstorm to be my mentor, too!"
"Looks like you got yourself some possible apprentices, Sandstorm." mewed Firestar.
"Yes, I guess I do." said Sandstorm. "Do you want to talk about something else?" Firestar knew what the "something else" was-their relationship.
"Let's take it to the leader's den, shall we?" he meowed. The ginger cats padded over to the hollow hole that was Firestar's den.
"Firestar, do you think this can go on-?"
"Of course. Ever since four seasons ago, we've been in love, secretly, though. It just can't end now."
"I know. But you're leader now, and you have much more things to worry about than the she-cat that you happen to like."
"Yes, I'm leader. I'm not medicine cat."
"But still, you have lots of new duties now."
"Oh, Sandstorm, the only thing that's changed is my position and name. I'm still the same old Fireheart the deputy on the inside, just now I'm Firestar the leader." Green and amber eyes met in love and concern.
"I guess you're right, Firestar. I shouldn't have brought this up, especially the day before the battle."
"Come on, Sandstorm. Let's get ready for the fight." Their tails intertwined, the two cats, leader and warrior, headed to the main part of the camp.
Chapters: 1, obviously.
Author: Rockywave
Pairing: FirexSand
Rating: G
Summary: One morning in greenleaf, Firepaw realizes that his heart lies, not with Spottedleaf, but with Sandpaw. The connection between them increases as the seasons go on. Note-every time there's asterisks, a book passes.
Warning: A little violence, but I'm not sure it's enough to make it a PG fic, since there's no blood or anything.
Disclaimer: If I was Erin Hunter, the first series would be about Brackenfur, the second series would center around Sorreltail, and the third would focus on Poppypaw, Cinderpaw, and Honeypaw! *huggles Sorreltail, Brackenfur, and all their cute little kittys!*
Beta: N/A
Cover: N/A
Firepaw rose, his mouth stretching in a yawn. It was a beautiful morning in greenleaf. Firepaw remembered days like these, when his owners shut him inside. How wonderful it was to be a free apprentice of ThunderClan, and not a pampered kittypet! "Hi, Firepaw!" mewed his newfound friend, Graypaw. "Looks like those lazy furballs aren't up yet!" Graypaw was right. The cats who made fun of his kittypet heritage, Sandpaw and Dustpaw, were still snoozing away.
"Whitestorm and Darkstripe are going to be mad," meowed Firepaw, naming their mentors. "We barely woke up in time, and they're still sleeping away!"
"Yep." replied Graypaw, turning away. "We better be going now. Bluestar and Lionheart will be waiting for us." Firepaw wanted to go with Graypaw, but there was something about Sandpaw that prevented him from doing so.
"We should wake them up, Graypaw." he said. "It doesn't seem right to just leave them here."
"Are you mouse-brained, Firepaw?" mewed Graypaw disbelievingly. He paused. "Oh, all right." The long-furred gray tom shook Dustpaw with his paw. Firepaw padded over to Sandpaw. The she-cat was a pretty cat, her golden pelt was matched with faint ginger stripes, her amber eyes gleamed with spunk...
Firepaw shook his head. I love Spottedleaf, not Sandpaw. he thought. Or...or...do I, really? Spottedleafs' a medicine cat... Clearing his mind of all doubts, the ginger tom gently nudged Sandpaw. "Wake up, Sandpaw." he whispered. The pale cat turned over.
"Huh?" she meowed sleepily. Firepaw braced himself for a comment like, "I'm surprised you woke up earlier than me. I thought that kittypets slept until sunhigh!" or "StarClan, kittypet. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" But instead, the ginger she-cat said, "Oh. Thanks, Firepaw." Firepaw was taken aback.
"Are you feeling alright today, Sandpaw?" he mewed worriedly.
"Of course I am!" snapped Sandpaw. "What are you, a medicine cat?" Firepaw let out a sigh of relief. This sounded more like the Sandpaw he knew.
***
Fireheart swiped at a gray tabby, and broke the bridge of his nose. The warrior hissed, and fled away. Seconds before another cat attacked him, Fireheart felt a flash of guilt. This border skirmish turned battle, was all his fault. If he hadn't decided to go through RiverClan territory, then this never would have happened.
A dark brown, long pelted cat jumped on Firehearts' back, digging his claws into the ginger warriors' shoulders. Using the technique he used on Graypaw the day he was still Rusty, Fireheart flipped onto his back and turned himself over. The cat was pinned, and went limp.
Fireheart loosened his grip, just to make sure the cat wasn't faking. He was. I shouldn't have gotten tricked so easily! thought Fireheart. But something distracted him from his battle.
"Sandpaw!" cried Fireheart. The apprentice was grappling with a RiverClan warrior. Sandpaw had no clue that the crafty cat was tumbling her over the edge of the gorge. He couldn't stand there and let a Clanmate die a watery death. He flung the brown cat off of him and leaped at the warrior, hitting his mark, and ripping her from Sandpaw. She turned to him, spitting.
"I can fight my own battles!" she hissed angrily. "I don't need a kittypet to take off every cat that decides to attack me!" But deep down, Fireheart could see a few things other than indignation. He could see gratefulness, happiness, and...could it be? Fireheart was almost completely certain he saw love.
***
Fireheart shivered in the warriors' den. It was one cold leaf-bare, and being a younger warrior, he had to sleep on the outside with Dustpelt, Graystripe, and Sandstorm.
Sandstorm! Fireheart was uncertain if she loved him, but he was sure Sandstorm had some feeling for him. Like the other day, when she shyly asked him if he wanted to go on hunting patrol with her. Or that time a quarter moon ago, when Sandstorm offered to share a rabbit with him.
Oh, no, it couldn't be...Sandstorm was just his friend. Or...was she?
***
Fireheart walked to Yellowfangs' den. "Hi, Fireheart," mewed Cinderpelt. "How's being deputy treating you?" In fact, Fireheart was afraid of Tigerclaw coming back to terrorize ThunderClan, but what could he say? "You know what, Cinderpelt? I'm paranoid of Tigerclaw returning and killing us all!"
"Fine." he meowed. "It's a little tough, but I still like it. Do you know where Yellowfang is?"
"Out getting some more dock." the gray cat replied. "So, what's the problem?"
"Bellyache." he meowed.
"How bad does it hurt?"
"Very badly."
"Oh. Okay." Cinderpelt looked among her stores. "Ah, here we go. Have some chervil root." Fireheart obediently ate the bitter-tasting root. He almost gagged on the taste, and then remembered the awful herbs Spottedleaf had given himself, Graystripe, then Graypaw, Ravenpaw, Bluestar, and Tigerclaw when they journeyed to the Moonstone. Spottedleaf! How he missed the sweet medicine cat! "Fireheart," mewed Cinderpelt, jerking Fireheart out of his thoughts. "You look sad. What's wrong?"
"I was just remembering Spottedleaf." Cinderpelt gave a low chuckle.
"What?" he mewed indignantly.
"Oh, Fireheart," she meowed. "What I find so funny is that when you can't stop thinking of Spottedleaf, every cat in the Clan can see that Sandstorm loves you!" Fireheart was stunned.
"What?!?" he exclaimed. "Sandstorm? Me? You don't mean Dustpelt, do you?"
"Yes, she loves you." meowed Cinderpelt. "Get out of the past and look at the present, Fireheart!"
***
"So, Fireheart, who's going on the dawn patrol?" meowed Whitestorm.
"You, Mousefur, Cloudtail, myself, and--" He paused, trying to think of a cat who wasn't busy training an apprentice. "Sandstorm."
"Okay," replied Whitestorm. "I'll go get the others." The tom walked off. Suddenly Fireheart realized something. This was his chance to tell Sandstorm how he felt about her!
Whitestorm returned with Cloudtail and Sandstorm. "I couldn't find Mousefur." he explained. "Why don't you choose a different cat? I mean, we'd be wasting daylight searching our territory for her."
"You're right." he meowed. "I pick Brackenfur." Brackenfur was eating a mouse nearby, so Whitestorm didn't have to go get him. The patrol started off.
"Hi, Sandstorm." mewed Fireheart awkwardly.
"Hi, Fireheart." replied Sandstorm, equally uncomfortable.
"Um," he meowed. "How's it going?" Needless to say, conversation didn't flow easily. That is, until Fireheart spotted a mouse and Sandstorm eyed a thrush, both in the same area. "Sandstorm," he meowed. "I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"I-I-" A warm smile crept onto the pale ginger she-cats' face.
"Spit it out, Fireheart!" she laughed.
"Sandstorm, I love you." Her smile dropped, replacing her expression with a more serious expression.
"You do?" she asked.
"Yes, Sandstorm."
"I love you, too." It dawned on Fireheart that it was those words that he wanted to hear the most.
***
Firestar heard the blood pounding in his veins. This was the day before the big battle with BloodClan, and he feared greatly for the well-being of Sandstorm.
He watched as she trained Sorrelkit, Sootkit, and Rainkit how to fight, should BloodClan target them. "Now let's say I'm a BloodClan warrior and I want to kill you. Now what do you doooooo!" The "do" was emphasized because Sorrelkit used the teeth grip on Sandstorm's tail. "Very good." she purred happily.
"I want Sandstorm to be my mentor!" meowed Sorrelkit.
"No, I do!" mewed Rainkit.
"What about me?" squeaked Sootkit. "I want Sandstorm to be my mentor, too!"
"Looks like you got yourself some possible apprentices, Sandstorm." mewed Firestar.
"Yes, I guess I do." said Sandstorm. "Do you want to talk about something else?" Firestar knew what the "something else" was-their relationship.
"Let's take it to the leader's den, shall we?" he meowed. The ginger cats padded over to the hollow hole that was Firestar's den.
"Firestar, do you think this can go on-?"
"Of course. Ever since four seasons ago, we've been in love, secretly, though. It just can't end now."
"I know. But you're leader now, and you have much more things to worry about than the she-cat that you happen to like."
"Yes, I'm leader. I'm not medicine cat."
"But still, you have lots of new duties now."
"Oh, Sandstorm, the only thing that's changed is my position and name. I'm still the same old Fireheart the deputy on the inside, just now I'm Firestar the leader." Green and amber eyes met in love and concern.
"I guess you're right, Firestar. I shouldn't have brought this up, especially the day before the battle."
"Come on, Sandstorm. Let's get ready for the fight." Their tails intertwined, the two cats, leader and warrior, headed to the main part of the camp.