A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry it's been so long! I've been writing this one for a while. I was also trying to work on my writing skills, which suck… Hopefully my chapters will be longer from now on. Enjoy!
Review answers(Gonna start doing these!):
Iceshadow911247- Bad Bluefur!
Spottedwind19- I agree O.O
Emily Weiss- Maybe so my friend… *evil smile*
Lifepaw- XD I'm a sucker for love triangles
WildCroconaw- Yeah… She seems to have a problem.
On with the story!
Chapter 9
Oakheart leaped to his paws and started purring so hard that Bluefur thought his throat would burst. He pressed his vibrating face against hers and she couldn't help but purr in amusement. He backed away slightly and stared at her, the cat of his dreams. Her purr began to die down eventually and Bluefur stared at her small paws. She slowly rose her eyes to his and sighed.
"Bluefur? You can't be lying can you?" Oakheart asked desperately, his gorgeous amber eyes widening.
Bluefur looked away and squeezed her eyes shut. The devastated red-brown tom's tail hit the ground and he took a painful breath.
"Ne-Nevermind then…" He choked out, backing away slowly before turning tail and splashing across the stream into his territory.
His love wanted to go after him, to scream that she did love him, but she could only stare blankly as the pain overwhelmed her. Her clear blue eyes clouded, and Bluefur felt sick and she slumped to the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes and she wailed. Her vision began to fade, and then her hearing. The last thing that she heard was Oakheart's scream of agony from across the river that separated all that could have been.
Bluefur blinked her eyes open and realized that she was moving. She reflexively jerked around and started screeching at the top of her lungs.
"Shut your jaws mousebrain! You'll wake the whole forest." The gray she-cat immediately recognized the deep, serious voice of her father.
"Father," She murmured, flinching at how cracked and worn her mew sounded. "Father, where is he?"
"Your precious mate? He is back at camp pacing around the nursery while your kits wail for their mother." Stormtail muttered quite harshly.
She shook her head angrily and snapped, "I can walk!" She was completely fed up with her father judging her.
The gray tabby nodded at his daughter and let her stand. Immediately her strong legs collapsed again and she cursed at the ground for being so hard as her chest made contact with it. She turned her head and surveyed her surroundings carefully. The sun was setting, and they were a few foxlengths into the woods behind Sunningrocks.
"How long has it been?" Bluefur asked slowly, fearing the answer.
"Two days, I think," Stormtail responded quickly, put his shoulder under hers and helping her back to camp. "The clan has been going insane with worry for you."
"Father," The blue-gray she-cat began. "Why did you abandon us? Moonflower, Snowfur, and I?"
The gray tom supporting her sighed and trained his big blue eyes on the ground. The pair stopped in a small clearing, full of flowers of all colors. The beauty of it all was breathtaking. Stormtail motioned to the ground beside him with his tail. Bluefur nodded slowly, gently pawing a few strands of grass out of the way to leave room for her to sit. Finally, she plopped down on the soft ground and wrapped her long tail around he small paws.
"Moonpaw was everything a tom could ever want. She was beautiful, graceful, fierce, and an amazing warrior," Stormtail paused, smiling slightly.
"This, however, caused many cats to want her as their mate. Her silver pelt drove me crazy, and I, like many cats in our clan, began to fall for her," The warrior looked at his only living family, his eyes clouding before he closed them.
He took a sharp breath, and then swallowed hard. "I never should have let her go…" He murmured, burying his face in Bluefur's shoulder and finally letting lose the sobs he held in for so long, to stay strong.
Stormtail finally lifted his head after a few moments and smiled at his daughter. "You look like her, you know. I was afraid of being a bad father, so I was cold to you and S-Snowfur. Please forgive me,"
"Father, I love you, no matter what you did, but that doesn't mean I can just forgive you. Not now, anyways," Bluefur licked his cheek gently.
He nodded eagerly. "I want to know you, my dear, sweet kit. I want to know your kits. I also want to know your sister," His companion smiled slightly, standing up straight.
"In time, Stormtail. In time," She whispered mysteriously.
The pair broke out laughing before Stormtail nudged Bluefur playfully and mewed, "Let's get back to camp."
The tom placed his shoulder beneath his daughters and helped her back to camp, with the setting sun turning their backs crimson and two early stars shining above their heads.