Today I sat down at the computor, opened a WORD document and proceeded to write this. I had no intention of writing a one-shot, and certainly not one about Feathertail and Crowfeather.But I guess my fingers had other plans. Here is my story. I really like it, even though I have no love for this particular pairing.
I have decided I am going to write some more one-shots (probably all romantic), but please give me eedback on whether you think I should or not.
Night covered the forest, enveloping every tree, every leaf and every living creature in its shroud of darkness. Not even the warriors of StarClan could pierce the shadows as they watched the earth below.
A single line of paw prints stretched across the moorland, their shapes etched into the snow blanketing the earth.Over the hills stretched the prints, never wavering from the straight and steady line they created, until at last they joined the maker. A single figure sat hunched over in the snow, staring into the convulsing silver rippling of a silver stream.
"Feathertail?" the cat leapt to its paws and stared into the water, its blue eyes stretching wide with agony and desire as a pale, beautiful face appeared in the water. Slowly, one dark paw crept forward to hover over the stream. Then the tom darted forward, eager to draw the feline close to him. The moment the grey paw touched the water the face disappeared into a blur of silver water.
"StarClan why do you torture me so?" the tom whispered, agony pouring from his words like water from an upturned leaf, "Why do you haunt me with what I can never have?"
"It is not StarClan that haunts you Crowfeather," a gentle voice whispered in the cat's ear, "a she-cat that loves you follows your pawsteps, not one of your ancestors." Two pale blue eyes appeared in the gloom, and then another shape, slender and beautiful, appeared on the barren landscape and wound around the tom's body. "A she-cat who wants to know if you still love her."
Crowfeather hissed in pleasure, stretching his neck out as the silver she-cat gently nuzzled his shoulder. Every muscle in his body was tense, and his fur stood on end as though lightening had struck him.
"Feathertail!" he gasped, drawing the she-cat close to his body with his tail. The she-cat purred faintly, burrowing her face into the tom's chest as he caressed her ears with long, affectionate rasps of his tongue.
"I thought you had forgotten me…" Feathertail whispered, her voice ragged with grief as Crowfeather pressed his muzzle to her cheek.
"Never," he promised, "I've never stopped loving you. Leafpool meant nothing; Nightcloud means nothing; Breezepaw means nothing. You are the only she-cat I have ever loved." he mewed softly, licking her neck.
Feathertail purred, rubbing her head against him and twining her tail with his. Crowfeather covered her smaller body with his, desperate to keep her near him; desperate to keep her his forever.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear.
"I love you too," she murmured.
Crowfeather slowly opened his eyes, greeting the first orange fingers of the dawn with a slow, long stretch. Rising to his paws, he looked down at the goddess before him. Her icy eyes were still closed, lost in the fantasies of slumber. Her silver fur glowed with an angelic light as it rippled in the breeze, her delicate paws were tucked under her body, safe from the world.
"I'm sorry," Crowfeather whispered, his blue eyes filled with desperate longing and agonizing sorrow as he leant forward to brush his muzzle against the feathery triangle of her ear, "I'm sorry for the cats I love and deny, I'm sorry for everything I can never be, and for everything you are. My longing and love for you will never die, but I cannot break your heart anymore – it is better to destroy my own soul than one so pure. I can never truly be yours, even though you have always been mine," Crowfeather drew is tongue along the tips of her whiskers, and then turned away, "Good-bye Feathertail." He whispered as he began to pad away from the she-cat whose heart he had broken.
The sun peered down onto the earth, its golden light blazing across the sky. Slowly the string of pawprints began to fade, seeping into the ground as they slowly dissolved into memories. A single ark tom stood at the crest of a sweeping hill, his head silhouetted against the pale blue sky and his eyes glowing with sorrow as he gazed at the stream. His mouth moved in silent words, carried away by the wind. Good-bye Feathertail. I love you. With a last agonized breath he turned away again, and padded away from the twisting creek. Away from the empty riverbank.