After Happiness Comes Misery The warm sun heated Amberstar’s pelt as he ran towards the WhisperClan border with happiness rushing through his bones. He shivered of pure desire when his eyes met the beauthiful she-cats. Her pretty blue eyes was glistening in the moonlight. She was the most beautiful cat he had ever seen. Kestrelfrost was the name of the love of his life. His sun. His everything. A squirrel hung in his jaws. It was a gift and Amberstar had spent the whole afternoon looking for the best squirrel he could find. He knew it was her favorite prey and she would be so happy to get it on her birthday. Kestrelfrost looked amazing in the moonlight with that surprised smile. Amberstar loved her smile. Did he feel bad? Absolutly. He really wasn’t supposed to meet her. She was a WhisperClan warrior, an enemy. And as a leader he really should know better. The guilt haunted him every day and his heart that once had been pure was now filled with dirty secrets. But he forgot that every time he saw Kestrelfrost. Her laugh sounded like the Gods were singing. The silliest smile appeared on Amberstar face and he dropped the squirrel at her paws. ”I missed you.” He stroked carefully against her soft fur, purring out of satisfaction. He had missed her warmth. Amberstar closed his eyes and just enjoyed the moment. ”Is this for me?” Kestrelmoon whispered. ”You really didn’t have to give me this.” ”Of course I had to,” Amberstar answered simply. ”It’s the most gorgeous cat’s birthday today. Of course I had to.” She poked the squirrel unenthusiasticly and smiled weakly. Amberstar frowned. ”Is something wrong?” ”Yes,” she told him and looked down at her paws. Her voice was low so Amberstar leaned in to hear better. ”And I’d wish everything was alright. But it’s not, and I have to stop pretend like it is. I… I can’t keep on doing this.” Amberstar tried to catch her eye. He wanted to reasure her that everything would be okay. ”What do you mean?” ”We can’t keep on meeting.” Something broke inside Amberstar. His lungs felt suddenly dry and he gasped for air. Was she serious? It had all been so perfect. What had he done wrong? Why didn’t she feel the same anymore? His vision went dark of pain for a moment. He couldn’t bair the tought of not seeing her, not being with her. ”Why? Don’t you love me?” ”This was a mistake from the very beginning,” her voice was shaking. ”This is against everything we believe in. The code, our family. I’m sorry.” Anger and confusion made Amberstars legs tremble. He felt like something was cutting him open and letting him bleed all over the place. ”I don’t understand. Everything was perfect. We were perfect. Did I do something wrong? Or why else would you do this? Why… why are you making me suffer? Why are you leaving me? I need you!” Tearsdrops fell but Amberstar didn’t care. His rage was a deep darkness inside of him that threatned to take over. He unsheated his claws and was almost ready to attack the she-cat if she didn’t speak. He took a deep breath to calm down when he realized that Kestrelfrost was trembling and her big blue eyes was filled with fear and guilt. ”Sorry,” Amberstar muttered. His neverending rage was reshaped into something colder and harder. ”If this is how you feel I won’t ever disturb you again.” The words sounded weird and stiff like they didn’t belong in Amberstars mouth. He turned around and started to walk away slowly even though all he wanted to do was run. ”Amberstar,” Kestrelfrost pleaded. ”Amberstar please wait. I’m sorry! Don’t leave!” He didn’t stop to hear what she had to say. He didn’t care anymore. The pain she had caused him was deep enough, she didn’t need to twist the knife. His breath was loud and beyond control. His whole world was falling apart in front of his eyes. He needed her support. He needed her. He was never going to forgive that she-cat. Never. Ever. In a thousend moons.
IM NOT A GOOD WRITER (yet) BUT IM PRACTISING. A lil story. A lil sad story. My characters. Enjoy :) If you don’t wanna read just look at the pretty picture made with Sketchbook. Drew it with my fingers. I like art. I think I’ll start posting again. Sketches maybe. Or just short stories like this. Just for myself. I don’t anyone will see this or actually read it. But I’ll be happy for likes and follows thought, but that’s not new.
