Post by swiftkit on Jan 22, 2007 23:00:17 GMT -5
Note; I do not have the New Prophecy
.:~Love's Pain~:.
Firestar sat in the cool night air, feeling the breeze ruffle his fur. He couldn't sleep. Why? Because Spottedleaf had stopped coming in his dreams, and he felt lonely and lost without her.
But you have Sandstorm, a reasoning part of his brain told him.
So he turned his thoughts away from Spottedleaf, and his gaze found Graystripe, asleep in the Warriors' den.
He wondered, what it had been like for Graystripe, losing Silverstream. How much had Silverstream meant to Graystripe? Had he loved her as much as Firestar did Spottedleaf, or Sandstorm? Graystripe had never been ale to see Silverstream in his dreams, so maybe Firestar had been lucky. But now Spottedleaf didn't come anymore.
No, you musn't think like that, the reasonable part of his brain spoke again.
His eyes turned away from his loyal deputy and fixed on Cloudtail, curled close to Brightheart. He eyes softened, hotheaded his kin might be, but he had brought Brightheart back from the brink of death. It had caused Cloudtail so much pain to see Brightheart almost die, to see her fately injured.
Firestar turned his gaze to the silverpelt above the camp.
Love is painful,
.:~Love's Pain~:.
Firestar sat in the cool night air, feeling the breeze ruffle his fur. He couldn't sleep. Why? Because Spottedleaf had stopped coming in his dreams, and he felt lonely and lost without her.
But you have Sandstorm, a reasoning part of his brain told him.
So he turned his thoughts away from Spottedleaf, and his gaze found Graystripe, asleep in the Warriors' den.
He wondered, what it had been like for Graystripe, losing Silverstream. How much had Silverstream meant to Graystripe? Had he loved her as much as Firestar did Spottedleaf, or Sandstorm? Graystripe had never been ale to see Silverstream in his dreams, so maybe Firestar had been lucky. But now Spottedleaf didn't come anymore.
No, you musn't think like that, the reasonable part of his brain spoke again.
His eyes turned away from his loyal deputy and fixed on Cloudtail, curled close to Brightheart. He eyes softened, hotheaded his kin might be, but he had brought Brightheart back from the brink of death. It had caused Cloudtail so much pain to see Brightheart almost die, to see her fately injured.
Firestar turned his gaze to the silverpelt above the camp.
Love is painful,