WARRIORS, Love: Listen to Your Heart

PT: This is basically a group of oneshots about the forbidden loves. How come there are so many!?!? Well, there are other loves too, not just forbidden. The first oneshot is titled Listen to Your Heart! Enjoy! Please review!

Crowfeather

I get up from my place beside Nightcloud and stretch as the clan gets up to leave. This was a short Gathering, yet it was probably the most painful. I do not even love Nightcloud. She is a great cat and beautiful, but she is also selfish. Everytime she and Leafpool are around each other, she brings her pain on purpose. It is as if she is longing to yowl her triumph of mating me. It makes me sick and I just want to sink my claws into her throat. But I cannot love Leafpool now. That is an impossible dream. It will never be so. Perhaps when I enter Starclan, we may be together forever. Yet it will betray Feathertail…

It's my entire fault. Feathertail never should have sacrificed herself for me. I never should have confessed my love to Leafpool. Then perhaps she would have been at the badger attack and saved her clanmates and Cinderpelt. She would never have felt the pain of forbidden love. Even now, I take chances to go to the border between Thunderclan and Windclan to stare at the spot we met each other on. It was moons ago…yet I remember it like yesterday.

I shake myself and meow to Nightcloud to go on without me.

"I'll get Breezepaw." I meow as our clan leaves.

Nightcloud shoots me a look before she pads away without another word. She's not stupid. She knows that I just want to see Leafpool.

I turn around and pad to Breezepaw, sitting only a fox-length away from Leafpool, who was next to Squirrelflight and some apprentices. I recognize them. The fluffy gray and white she-cat is that horseplace cat's kit, Hazelpaw. The golden and gray toms are Squirrelflight's own kits, Lionpaw and Jaypaw. I give them a long look before I turn my attention to Breezepaw.

"Let's go." I meow.

Breezepaw dips his head and starts to follow me. He glances back at the Thunderclan cats before he meows, "Why do Thunderclan cats have so many kittypets?"

I swing me head around. Leafpool and the others appear to be arguing with Rowanclaw. Without thinking, I start padding towards them, Breezepaw behind me. Soon, I am near and hear Squirrelflight.

"Congratulations, Rowanclaw. You are blessed to have three healthy kits."

I could hardly believe my ears. The father of Tawnypelt's kits is Rowanclaw? I was surprised that she had kits at all. Shadowclan have finally accepted her.

This brings me memories. With a pang in my heart, I remember our journey. I remember the Great Journey and I recall my journey with Sqirrelflight, Tawnypelt, Brambleclaw, Stormfur…and Feathertail…

I shake myself. Why am I missing those days? It has passed. I am a loyal Windclan warrior with a son and mate.

A brat of a son and a mate I don't even love.

I am shaken from my thoughts when I hear Rowanclaw.

"Three healthy clanborn kits."

Squirrelflight's reply is sharp.

"That is only a blessing if they remain loyal to the clan they were born to."

Squirrel has matured greatly. Yet she still has a great temper. It hasn't died out yet.

Leafpool then steps in as Rowanclaw lets out a growl.

"There's no need to argue." She replies, her gentle voice flowing out like the sound of the breeze through the trees. The breeze. I glance at Breezepaw, remembering why I named him that in the first place.

Yet, I lose it. I chime in as invisible claws tear at my heart.

"He was only speaking the truth."

The Thunderclan cats whip around. I stare directly into Leafpool's amber eyes. I can feel a sharp feeling at the corner of my eyes.

"Don't forget Breezepaw. Thunderclan actually celebrates mixed blood." I meow.

I cannot let my son ever experience the pain I felt in love.

Leafpool jerks her head backward, as if I had run my claws across her muzzle. She turns and hurries away.

I feel my own heart crumbling as I catch a glimpse of her amber eyes, glittering in pain and love.

Leafpool

I glance at my sister and feel the bolt of fury she was feeling. I hope she doesn't spring onto Rowanclaw. She has matured, but I wouldn't put it past her to forget the truce and lose her temper.

That's when I hear it.

"He was only speaking the truth." A familiar voice rumbles.

My clanmates and I turn to see Crowfeather and Breezepaw.

Once again, pain explodes in my chest as I stare directly into the smoky warrior's hard gaze.

I could see his eyes glittering.

Things couldn't be worse. Then, it does get worse.

"Don't forget Breezepaw. Thunderclan actually celebrates mixed blood." Crowfeather meows.

I jerk back as I feel a jab in my heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I turn and run off. I could feel the cats' gazes burning into my fur. I just want to run from the pain. I cannot be near Crowfeather.

That's when I bump into a form.

"Ow. I'm sorry." I meow as I regain my balance.

I look up and my blood turns to ice.

Nightcloud. Crowfeather's mate.

I look back and I realize that I have gone the wrong way.

"No need to apologize." She meows curtly. Then her voice turns smug.

"Have you seen my mate, Crowfeather?" she meows, "And our son, Breezepaw?"

I feel it again. The same pain in my heart. Why can't it leave me in peace?

"No." I reply, my voice shaking. I glare at Nightcloud, whose eyes are glittering, taunting me.

I turn and stalk off, tail high in the air.

I could feel Nightcloud's gaze on my fur and I could tell that she doesn't believe me.

Yet it's true. I have seen Crowfeather's body and eyes. Yet it is not Crowfeather. This is not the tom I have loved and known.

Even now, as I join my clan for our camp, I feel the pain jabbing at my heart, harder than ever. I wanted to join Starclan. Now and forever. To watch over Crowfeather and love him without pain. If only my heart tells me to join my beloved.

That's when I catch a whiff of sweetness. I inhale as a breeze picks up. I hear the same advice a certain cat once told me.

Listen to your heart…