- The Story of Us (Valk, Shads)

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A small shudder of annoyance rippled through the beige she-cat's body as she stalked through the reeds and undergrowth, most likely scaring away anything a mile away from Riverclan territory. That tom, Hawkfeather, as she recalled. Uhg. That tom! She was letting herself get so worked up over that bronze Bengal. She snorted softly to herself and frowned, glowering as she slipped silently into the camp to briefly glance around on a low and moody sigh. A few more cats were in sight and the camp was now moving with a bit more activity. She sighed lowly, not even trying to put on a smile as she stalked over to the fresh kill pile and gently grasped the fish she had just recently caught, before it went bad. It would be sun high soon and as much as she hated to agree with the tom that had her so aggravated she found it in best interest to visit Braveheart now. She stalked over to the elder's den and stormed in, squeaking slightly in surprise when she almost stumbled into one of the older elders, Willowbranch.

"Sorry." She muffled out an apology, lightly flicking her ears back. The older she-cat merely offered her a small smile of reassurance before returning on with her stretching, probably tired of laying around in the den. Whisperingwinds faintly returned the smile the best she could before creeping over to Braveheart who was giving small chuckles of amusement at her clumsiness.

"What're you laughing at, Dad?" She sighed softly after she had placed the fish down in front of him, her blue eyes silently searching his green eyes. Great. They looked near like Hawkfeather's. She internally cringed and planted herself down in front of her father, her anger rushing back at the thought of the bronze tom.

"I should leave you be, I cannot accomplish my task and therefore I'm seemingly useless in your company."

She set her jaw and glared over at the wall after nudging the fish closer to the tom who simply obliged her with laying his head on his paws and looking up at her in amusement.

"Well now. Something definitely has you riled up. Care to tell me what the problem is?" His soft and croaking voice hit her ears, drawing her attention away from the wall to focus on the tom in front of her. She managed a wry smile and shrugged, annoyance reeking off of her cream colored body.

"Riled? Who's riled? I'm certainly not riled!" She spat, her tail lashing as nearly every elder in the den swiveled their heads to look at her.

"Just because some stupid tom doesn't want me around- I try to be the mouse brain's friend but what does he say? 'I'm seemingly useless in your company.'" She hissed between clenched teeth, attempting to mock the toms monotone voice and failing horribly at it as she glared down at her laughing father.

"What are you laughing at?!" She spat in annoyance again.

"You were always bad at handling rejection. They'd call for patrols when you were an apprentice and when they took Soaringpaw instead of you you'd throw a tantrum just like this one." He chuckled, obviously unaffected by Whisperingwinds angry ranting.

Whisperingwinds huffed lowly in response, her ears laid back against her skull as she slid down to lay beside the brown Bengal tom. She carefully ripped some scales from the fish and nudged it over in front of the tom who merely gazed at her fondly and offered a smile of reassurance.

"Who is this tom?" He finally murmured softly as his chin remained resting against his paws.

"Hawkfeather." Whisperingwinds grunted in annoyance, nudging the fish closer and nearly shoving it into Braveheart's face.

Braveheart paused and seemed to perk up at this, lifting his head and dragging his body up into a sitting position. God he looked horrible. He had lost so much wait in the past few moons. Ribs showing, skin clinging to his body. She cringed softly and frowned, looking away and closing her eyes briefly.

"Hawkfeather, eh? He doesn't bother many people so I don't see why he'd come to you." He stated, tipping his head slightly before glancing down at the fish before him and sighing before dipping his head and taking a small bite of it to calm his daughter's nerves.

"I don't know. I was just.. Thinking some things over and he noticed that I seemed kind of upset so he came up to me wanting to know if I was okay and we just started talking and stuff, and- and- He doesn't want me around!" She squeaked in a high pitched voice, her blue eyes burrowed into Braveheart's body. He was right, she did take rejection badly and to hear that tom's comment at the river, which obviously meant either 'I don't want you around' or 'I don't want to be around you', had driven a nail into her heart. It had upset her and in return she had fled in annoyance and anger. She huffed lowly at the though of stumbling during her exit which had only ruined everything.

After a bit of calming down, making Braveheart eat, and talking she exited the den and stretched softly, a sigh escaping her maw as she started back to the Warrior's den, almost immediately stumbling into Stormpelt. She blinked in surprise and stepped back, her ears lightly laying back on her head as she glanced up at the grey figure.

"Sorry Stormpelt."

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