Post by Rainy on Nov 8, 2009 15:32:57 GMT -6
Silverpaw slipped out of the apprentices den. She kept low to the ground, thankful for her silvery pelt though. It helped her blend in with the moonlight
Emberheart was on night guard, but her back was to her. On silent paws, the apprentice hurrid out of camp, and bounded acroos the moor. It was almost midnight. She had promised him... and now she was going to be late! She skidded to a halt at the lake. She was three taillengths within the lake. He would be safe there, although he wasn't a Clan cat...
A bush rustled, and the long-furred tom stepped out. "I was afraid you wouldn't come," he mewed calmly, as if he hadn't been worried at all.
"A promise is a promise. Although I'm still not sure about this," she meowed warily. Basil stepped forward and lightly brushed his muzzle against hers, an unsually friendly gesture. "I'm eternally grateful to you. You're my only friend. Or...will be, I'm not sure we're there yet. Why are you doing this?" he asked suddenly, fixing his powerful emerald gaze on her. For a moment, she was at lost for words, struggling to form a sentence. "I... I don't think any cat should... You have no one... I felt bad for you."
"Just pity then?" he sighed.
"No..." she couldn't explain it, but something about him drew her in. She couldn't say no to him. "Part of me wanted to be here. I'm just not sure which part. My brain says it's wrong..."
'Then let's make this quick. How are things going since the gathering?" he meowed, sitting down.
She forced herself to relax, and settled down too, facing him. "Alright. My warrior training's coming along. Briarstar and I..."
"Briarstar's your mentor?" he interrupted.
"Yes, but it's okay. Noone saw me left."
"That makes it even worse for you, the consequences of your actions. I feel worse," he truly looked guilty. Silverpaw's heart clenched, and she stood up and sat down beside him instead. "He trusts me. I do as I'm told, and besides, I was careful. You need me."
'I want you," he corrected. "I wanted your friendship."
But I NEED you, thought Silverpaw. She knew it was more than wanting. She needed him like food and water, like air.
"Continue, excuse my interruption," Basil rumbled.
"No problem. I'm not the greatest fighter, but I'm pretty good at hunting. And I caught a fish the other day!"
Basil purred, "So you're a good prey-catcher altogether! Well done."
"Yeah," she mumbled, embarrassed. She looked into his green eyes, mesmorized by the emerald depths.
"What do you want most?" he meowed suddenly.
'What?" she mewed, looking confused.
"What do you want most?" Basil repeated, looking at her as if her very life depended on her answer... or his. She couldn't let him down. But the answer was a bit awkward. She looked away, and shuffled her paws. "Promise you won't laugh?"
Basil licked her ear, and whispered, "I promise."
"I want to have kits someday. I can't wait to be a mother, to nurse my own kits in the nursery. I want to be a queen. I don't remember my mother. Maybe being a mother will make me feel closer to my own. I don't know why, but that's it."
"That's a beautiful desire. I hope all your dreams come true. You made one of mine. I am thrilled you came to see me tonight. I look forward to your visit again." He rose to his paws, and Silverpaw felt a pang of dissappointment. She didn't want him to go. She had enjoyed herself too, once she got over the awkwardness and nervousness. She hadn't gotten caught. All was well! "Wait!' she jumped to her paws. "Join WindClan," she meowed breathlessly.
'What?" mewed Basil with a chuckle, turning to look at her. "I couldn't possibly do that. I already told you."
"But then we could really be friends... maybe more... I don't want you to go! I'll teach everything, don't worry!' she blurted out, anxious and desperate and determined. "Please?"
"You want me to be your apprentice?" he purred, which both annoyed Silverpaw and made her want him more. He was so handsome... "I would be called Basilpaw!"
"No, Briarstar would give you a warrior name. You're old enough. Basilleaf or Basilfur or Basilpelt, or something nice. Basiltail?"
Basil gently touched his tailtip to her mouth, silencing her. "That's really sweet of you, but I couldn't. I don't think I'm cut out for being a warrior. But thanks for the offer."
'You didn't even give it a try!" she protested angrily, stepping away.
His gaze softened, his green eyes a liquid emerald. "For you, I would. But that's not want you want."
"What if I do?" she whispered. "I do! I do!"
"Thank you for your friendship, Silverpaw. And for our lovely visit. I can't wait to meet again. Soon, but not too soon. You need to concentrate on your warrior training. Until we meet again," he licked her ear again, and padded away. She watched him leave, his brown patches dissppearing into the darkness but the white fur glowed in the gloom. Finally, he dissolved into the forests along ThunderClan territory.
'Just don't get caught!" she hissed after him.
Emberheart was on night guard, but her back was to her. On silent paws, the apprentice hurrid out of camp, and bounded acroos the moor. It was almost midnight. She had promised him... and now she was going to be late! She skidded to a halt at the lake. She was three taillengths within the lake. He would be safe there, although he wasn't a Clan cat...
A bush rustled, and the long-furred tom stepped out. "I was afraid you wouldn't come," he mewed calmly, as if he hadn't been worried at all.
"A promise is a promise. Although I'm still not sure about this," she meowed warily. Basil stepped forward and lightly brushed his muzzle against hers, an unsually friendly gesture. "I'm eternally grateful to you. You're my only friend. Or...will be, I'm not sure we're there yet. Why are you doing this?" he asked suddenly, fixing his powerful emerald gaze on her. For a moment, she was at lost for words, struggling to form a sentence. "I... I don't think any cat should... You have no one... I felt bad for you."
"Just pity then?" he sighed.
"No..." she couldn't explain it, but something about him drew her in. She couldn't say no to him. "Part of me wanted to be here. I'm just not sure which part. My brain says it's wrong..."
'Then let's make this quick. How are things going since the gathering?" he meowed, sitting down.
She forced herself to relax, and settled down too, facing him. "Alright. My warrior training's coming along. Briarstar and I..."
"Briarstar's your mentor?" he interrupted.
"Yes, but it's okay. Noone saw me left."
"That makes it even worse for you, the consequences of your actions. I feel worse," he truly looked guilty. Silverpaw's heart clenched, and she stood up and sat down beside him instead. "He trusts me. I do as I'm told, and besides, I was careful. You need me."
'I want you," he corrected. "I wanted your friendship."
But I NEED you, thought Silverpaw. She knew it was more than wanting. She needed him like food and water, like air.
"Continue, excuse my interruption," Basil rumbled.
"No problem. I'm not the greatest fighter, but I'm pretty good at hunting. And I caught a fish the other day!"
Basil purred, "So you're a good prey-catcher altogether! Well done."
"Yeah," she mumbled, embarrassed. She looked into his green eyes, mesmorized by the emerald depths.
"What do you want most?" he meowed suddenly.
'What?" she mewed, looking confused.
"What do you want most?" Basil repeated, looking at her as if her very life depended on her answer... or his. She couldn't let him down. But the answer was a bit awkward. She looked away, and shuffled her paws. "Promise you won't laugh?"
Basil licked her ear, and whispered, "I promise."
"I want to have kits someday. I can't wait to be a mother, to nurse my own kits in the nursery. I want to be a queen. I don't remember my mother. Maybe being a mother will make me feel closer to my own. I don't know why, but that's it."
"That's a beautiful desire. I hope all your dreams come true. You made one of mine. I am thrilled you came to see me tonight. I look forward to your visit again." He rose to his paws, and Silverpaw felt a pang of dissappointment. She didn't want him to go. She had enjoyed herself too, once she got over the awkwardness and nervousness. She hadn't gotten caught. All was well! "Wait!' she jumped to her paws. "Join WindClan," she meowed breathlessly.
'What?" mewed Basil with a chuckle, turning to look at her. "I couldn't possibly do that. I already told you."
"But then we could really be friends... maybe more... I don't want you to go! I'll teach everything, don't worry!' she blurted out, anxious and desperate and determined. "Please?"
"You want me to be your apprentice?" he purred, which both annoyed Silverpaw and made her want him more. He was so handsome... "I would be called Basilpaw!"
"No, Briarstar would give you a warrior name. You're old enough. Basilleaf or Basilfur or Basilpelt, or something nice. Basiltail?"
Basil gently touched his tailtip to her mouth, silencing her. "That's really sweet of you, but I couldn't. I don't think I'm cut out for being a warrior. But thanks for the offer."
'You didn't even give it a try!" she protested angrily, stepping away.
His gaze softened, his green eyes a liquid emerald. "For you, I would. But that's not want you want."
"What if I do?" she whispered. "I do! I do!"
"Thank you for your friendship, Silverpaw. And for our lovely visit. I can't wait to meet again. Soon, but not too soon. You need to concentrate on your warrior training. Until we meet again," he licked her ear again, and padded away. She watched him leave, his brown patches dissppearing into the darkness but the white fur glowed in the gloom. Finally, he dissolved into the forests along ThunderClan territory.
'Just don't get caught!" she hissed after him.
