Ties [OPEN]

It was one of those dreams, where you wake up wondering what you dreamed about. Except, you do know what you dreamed about, it's just lodged in the back of your mind. Forgotten. Brightfur blinked slowly, as she attempted to scoop together the crinkled segments of her thoughts. A sigh fell through her teeth. She didn't remember. The dawn's soft hues spilled through the cracks in the den; the she-cat lifted her gaze, watching the shadows dance across the walls. There was no warm presence beside her, just two empty nests on either side. She pressed her chin into the crest of her paws. A heavy sigh echoed the last. She was lonely, there was no mistaking it. The only comfort she had was her embellished fantasies. Her eyelids slid gently down over her eyes, as she drifted into sleep once more. "This is the part, where you say something indescribably cheesy." Brightfur playfully nudged the sturdy tom's shoulder, Whiteheart raised his eyebrows, "You mean something like, I'll love you until the day I die." She chuckled softly, "That's a bad one." Whiteheart scrunched the bridge of his nose, "Why is that?" He asked curiously. Brightfur cocked her head to the side, she shook it gently, "It inquires that after you die, you won't love me anymore." He stopped walking. Brightfur furrowed her brows, "What?" He lifted his chin, silencing her. Gently he slid his tail across the span of her shoulder, "Do you believe I'd really stop loving you?" The she-cat squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears, she gulped nervously, "N-n" Brightfur gulped once more, her head hung in shame. Whiteheart closed his eyes, and drew her close. When he opened them again she could feel the intensity of his passion, his lust, and his underlying love. "I'm not going to lea" Brightfur's eyes creaked open at the sound of a warrior leaving the den. She sat there, tying together the pieces of her disillusion. "I'm so demented." She breathed bitterly to herself. It was nine months, six days, and twenty-two hours since their first meeting. And still he crept through her dreams. Sticking his nose into anything that remotely hers. He had stolen her heart, her mind, her thoughts, her wants, her needs. Love was a horrible thing. A horrible, dreadful thing. It wormed it's way into your body, it had you, and it won't ever let go. No matter how hard you try. She was the only one left in the den. Everyone else was up doing, what she should be doing. Serving her clan. Instead her growling stomach was her response. Her eyes settled on the fresh-kill pile, a tattered rabbit, two finches, and a measly mouse. She ran her tongue along her bottom jaw, it'll do. Brightfur rolled gingerly onto her side and bounced up onto her paws. Her long fur, swished around her. Unlike most Windclan warriors, she adorned a long, pelt of white fur. Easy, slow, moving target. Perfect for predators. The hawk's favorite prey. She stared down the critters, one finch was enough for her. Or it would do until mid-afternoon. Sliding her jaws around it's nimble stomach, she carried it over to the usual secluded corner and settled onto her haunches. Brightfur lowered her muzzle, preparing to dig into his breast. But something stopped her. She could feel someone watching her, their eyes burrowing into her flesh. She rose her gaze. [bg=f8c1bf][atrb=border,0,true]

Whiteheart
The loyal warrior of Windclan

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Whiteheart had no idea why he was up so early or what could have made him leave the camp when he knew good and well no prey would be scurrying around under the dark sky. However sleep wasn't something that came easily to him anymore. Dreams of Stargaze had disrupted his natural balance and left him fumbling around and stuttering for answer when asked a simple question. As he settled in the tall grass of the moor he closed his eyes and wished he could feel the soft fur of the black she-cat beside him. Soon enough he fell into a deep sleep.

He could see the starry black pelt ahead of him and the bright blue eyes that flashed din the distance. He scurried up and quickly followed them trying to call out the name of the cat, but nothing would escape his throat. Still e followed the she-cat until she sat down on Outlook rock looking over her shoulder at him. He slowly padded closer rand gently rubbed his head against her cheek purring. Words finally escaped his mouth.
"I've missed you so much stargaze." he murmured and looked into the black she-cat eyes. However instead of happiness Whiteheart was taken back by the pain that had settled in her eyes. He didn't understand. What had he done to her to make her feel so hurt. a mew behind him quickly answered his question.

As he turned his eyes soon found the white form that stopped at the edge of small cliff. Whiteheart felt his stomach do a small flip and he held back a small groan as his eyes gazed into the depths of the other she-cat. Brightfur... Since they had been kits a small tweak of brightfur had always stuck with Whiteheart. He had been the first one to cheer for her as an apprentice, and the first one to start on her name. But then he had found Stargaze. But did stargaze know. He shifted back to the black she-cat and gave her a look begging for forgiveness. She just smiled and gently licked his cheek. Brightfur padded closer rubbing her head under his. Whiteheart closed his eyes as Stargaze turned her gaze from the two cats.

When the white tom opened his eyes he was surprised that dawn had already started etching the sky in a beautiful red light. He quickly sat up and stretched shaking the cold dew out of his fur. He stood there for a long moment then hurried back to the camp. Oddly enough he felt like he needed to talk t brightfur. He didn't know why or about what...but maybe she would understand or know how to get him out of his dump.

As he neared the camp he slowed and slipped in looking around for the white she-cat. Soon he spotted her settling down to dig into a small finch. However she stopped and slowly looked up t him. He swallowed and slowly padded that way then stopped in front of her and dipped his head slightly in greeting.
"Morning, Brightfur." he mewed softly and lowered his gaze a little. "Do-do you mind if i join you?"
Why was he so nervous of a cat he had known his whole life? Maybe she couldn't stand him for just forgetting about her. But they were about to see really soon.