Written in the Stars

wolfpool

Where had the light gone?

Pinkflame could only curse at her past actions. Why hadn't she seen the signs before everything unravelled? She had been stupid to think that Snakedancer cared about her, and she wished she had noticed that he only cared about appearances. She had been used. Even now, now that Snakedancer had admitted his sins and told her what his 'original' motive was, Pinkflame remained unconvinced that he wanted to change. His corruption had weaved its way into her heart and soul, fragmenting it in a way that Pinkflame was sure would never heal.

At the time, the she-cat had been too nervous to break up with Snakedancer on the spot, though she found herself regretting this choice later on. He may be trying to repair what was lost, but what was the point? Pinkflame's trust was gone. Yet, if she left him now, the guilt would be far too extreme for her to handle. She had to give him a chance...

Right?

"Hm?" Dragged from her thoughts, Pinkflame glanced at Snakedancer out of the corner of her eye, pausing for a moment, "Oh... yes, especially for green-leaf..." The she-cat didn't elaborate, letting the meagre conversation peeter into silence once again.

Kazuko

When the heavy curtains of silence fell again Snakedancer felt like he just dived head first into the cold river. He was trying to save his relationship right now, yet he was talking about the weather? How can he be this stupid! 

He felt his heart sinking. He didn't know how to put what he feels into words. He wasn't even sure if there were words strong enough to describe his love for the she-cat, and how grateful he is for this second chance.

A second chance he wasn't sure he deserved in the first place. 

The image of Pinkflame's tear soaked face flashed in front of his eyes. A sight he never wants to see ever again. 
But what if you don’t find happiness on my side? What if I only bring you more pain? 

Would I be strong enough to let you go?

Snakedancer gently shook his head. He didn't wanted to think about that right now. The fear of seeing another one of his loved ones walk out of his life almost paralyzed the tom. His eyes search in the maple forest in a desperate attempt to distract his mind. A small pile of fallen maple leaves caught his attention. Memories of his apprenticeship flooded his brain. 

He remembered how he used to race on the slipery, rain soaked forest floor with his brother, and get skolded after by their mentors for scareing the prey away with their loud shouting and laughing. He remembered the sound of crunching dry leaves under his paws when they jumped into a large pile of leaves, scattering the whole thing. He imagined his kits doing the same, and a smile tugged at his lips.  

" We should bring the kits here one day. I think they would love it. " He turned to his mate once again, attempting to brush his tail against hers. " My brother and I loved this place. We used to come here every time we got the chance.  I bet they would love to chase down some leaf monsters. " He joked with a light tone. 

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wolfpool

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It wasn't Snakedancer's tail brush that brought the smile to Pinkflame's face. No, it was what he said afterwards, about their kits. She had heard a variation of Snakedancer's story before, though from where she couldn't recall. The tom was right. The kits would love it here, without a doubt.

"Yeah, we should." Pinkflame agreed, pausing in her walking for a moment to take in the sights around her. Instead of continuing, however, she simply stopped in place, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. What was the point in ignoring the big elephant in the room? They had to tackle this, after all.

"Snakedancer... what's going to happen to us now?" Pinkflame spoke, her voice lower than before. She didn't meet her mates eyes, instead looking forwards, watching a few leaves be picked up by the gusts of wind, dancing before settling back down, waiting for the next inevitable song.

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