Disclaimer: I do not own the Warrior Cats series; Erin Hunter does. Any ideas or characters she thought up are hers.
Finally, she had a chance to get the cat of her dreams. Ever since she had been a kit, she had heard stories of the brave apprentice who was going to be the best warrior. Since the day she had first really talked to him for a while, she had known that Lionblaze was the mate she wanted. Then, when she had finally been old enough to have a mate, there had been moons of him padding after her as she rejected him time after time. She had been convinced that Cinderheart had finally won him after that horrible battle, but Lionblaze and Cinderheart had never actually become mates. She could only assume it was because Lionblaze had found out Cinderheart wasn’t the cat for him. Rosepetal was.
“Okay, so where do you want to go?” she asked him as they walked forward. His nose twitched for a moment before he suggested, “How about the old Twoleg nest?” She nodded her consent.
It was going well for a few moments, as they talked as they walked towards the nest, but then it all went wrong. Lionblaze was happily talking in front of her, when he suddenly disappeared from view with a yelp. She rushed forward to see what had happened, but the ground disappeared beneath her feet. She free-fell for a moment before she hit a pile of dirt. Lionblaze looked up at her with amusement as he commented, “You mouse-brain- why’d you come running?”
She looked at him with hopeful eyes and said sincerely, “Because I would do anything for you. You’re the bravest cat I know, and I only wanted to help you since you’ve helped the Clan so many times.” Lionblaze looked a little bit shocked by her speech, but he also looked kind of…happy.
“That was so brave of you. I don’t know if I would’ve done that,” Lionblaze responded, his voice filled with admiration.
“You wouldn’t have helped me?” she asked, pretending to be hurt by his words.
Lionblaze glanced at her, and his lit up as he said, “I would’ve helped you no matter what. You’re a pretty awesome cat, Rosepetal.”
She murmured, suddenly shy, “Thanks.” Her voice came back when she asked him the one question that had been on her mind for moons, “Lionblaze, are you in love with Cinderheart?”
He looked shocked for a moment, but nonetheless, he answered, “I don’t know, to be honest. We’re good friends, but she wants to wait a while before being mates. I don’t want to wait; I want to have someone I can call my love without being intense, someone I can pour my heart out into, someone I can love with all my heart.”
Rosepetal answered, “That cat could be me.” She flicked her tail at him, wanting him to just say “Okay, I want that too.” Those words didn’t leave his mouth, but she could see him thinking about it.
Finally, after a long pause, Lionblaze answered, “I think you might be the cat I want, but I’ll need to think about it, okay?” She nodded, happy he was thinking about it.
After a few moments of silence, someone from above yelled, “Lionblaze, Rosepetal!”
Rosepetal recognized Cinderheart’s voice and yelled, “Down here!” Before long, the gray warrior was peering down at them and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll have you out of them in just a moment. Before Cinderheart raised her head, Rosepetal spotted what might’ve been jealously in Cinderheart’s eyes. So Cinderheart liked Lionblaze? Well, Rosepetal was up to the challenge, and she intended to win.
She-cats could be so confusing. He had thought he had something with Cinderheart, but it didn’t feel like she liked him like that anymore. Now with Rosepetal in the picture, his heart was confused. Rosepetal was beautiful and funny, but so was Cinderheart. Why couldn’t I just I have one potential mate like everyone else? Maybe a different cat could help him. A cat that was close to both Rosepetal and Cinderheart.
He mulled over it for a moment before a cat came to mind- Poppyfrost. He began to head over to wear he could see her basking in the sun, but Squirrelflight cut off his path. She looked crossly at him and frowned, “Cinderheart tells me you fell in a fox den earlier. I suppose that you didn’t catch any prey down there?”
Lionblaze shook his head in embarrassment. He should’ve caught some on the way back to the camp. Squirrelflight walked away angrily a moment later, so Lionblaze continued walking towards Poppyfrost. That was when a screech broke out across the hollow. It sounded like one of the ThunderClan cats, and it was coming from right outside the hollow.