Cloudheart and Hazelfire

[Dragon]

He rushed in his eyes wide, with unknown fear. He whipped his head around. He wasn't aloud here, it wasn't his clan, Darkclan was his clan, but he needed to see Hazelfire, "Hazelfire!?" he called.
Hazelfire popped her head from out of the Warrior's den, she had been woken at the call of her name, and she knew that voice. "Cloudheart...?" she asked wearily, unsure to why he was here, was the camp under attack? She looked around, her green eyes searching, no, every thing was calm. "What are you doing here?"
Badgerstar was curled up in the deepest part of his den, and his head whipped up, his nostrils flared with the stench of Darkclan. He rushed out of his den, but he froze when he saw his niece. She had approached the warrior like a friend, he crouched low scrutinizing the young pair. He growled in throat, but knew there was no harm in those two. But it didn't mean it wouldn't watch.
He padded up to her and touched his nose to hers, his purr was easily heard in the night, but he didn't care. "I just wanted to see you Hazelfire, thats all."
"Oh, Cloudheart..." she murmured, put her forehead on his chest, with a soft sigh, "This is camp, I'm surprised no one has noticed you."
He licked the top of her head gently, "I just wanted to be with you, can we go into the forest?" he asked softly, nuzzling her head up so he could look into her green eyes.
She gazed into his blue eyes, and she nodded silently and padded out with him, resting her head on his shoulder.
The ginger and white she-cat padded in calmly, his nostrils flared breathing in the cool air of the windblown forest. Her paws sank into the grainy sand, and it felt perfect. The night was clear, and even with snow upon the ground nothing could cool her heart.
Cloudheart trotted next to her, matching her steady pace. He looked into the cold gloom of the night forest, he brushed his muzzle against her neck. "We're alone now, Hazelfire." he breathed into her ear.
The young cat purred softly and she looked at him, and her green eyes flashed with sudden caring and warmth. A smile came to her lips, "I love you so much, Cloudheart..." she purred, in return, twinning her tail with his.
The creamy tom cat purred in his throat, and licked her ear affectionately. "I love you, too, not even if I dived into a frozen river would it cool." He whispered to her in the moment of time, the world seemed to freeze, and every living thing was as one.
Hazelfire's soft whisper broke the silence. "I have something to tell you..." She seemed to hesitant, nervous of what his reaction would be. Her green eyes gazed into his blue, and she smiled wearily. "I'm expecting kits." she murmured to him.
Cloudheart blinked in surprise, then smiled warmly. He put his forehead against hers and purred, "That's wonderful."
Badgerstar has stalked in their shadow watching them with curiosity. But now he bit back a snarl of anguish, he was a half breed cat, half Moonclan, half Serpentclan. He had seen rogue and clan kits come into his clan but Darkclan! The ginger tom leaped between them with a low growl, "What is the meaning of this!?"
The Darkclan tom leaped backwards his eyes wide, "Oh, um, I just wandering." He stammered, his blue eyes wide with surprise and shock.
Hazelfire stepped in front of him, her eyes flaring with fire. She was beginning to bristle along her spine, "Leave him alone, Badgerstar." She warned.
The Leader stood his straightest and glared at Cloudheart. The violent scar that tore across his face, glared in the moonlight and scrutinized the warrior. "Wandering? In the middle of Serpentclan territory!" He laughed scornfully.
Hazelfire turned to Cloudheart, "You should probably go." She whispered, lowering her head.
Cloudheart hesitated his paws kneading the frigid snow nervously, his gaze shifted between the leader and the warrior. "Will you be okay...?" he whimpered, almost silently.
"Wait." Badgerstar ordered sternly, his eyes like ice. "I can't have Darkclan kits in my clan." he snarled, his ears against his skull with
Hazelfire yelped in terror, "B-but your a half clan cat too!" she cried, backing up anxiously, stress written across her face.
The no longer lofty tom arched his spine and snarled, "Don't you dare do anything to hurt her!" His fur was bristling all along his spine and his eyes glittered maliciously.
Badgerstar ignored the Darkclan warrior and turned to Hazelfire's question with an angry face. "I was not responsible for that." he spat, and then he stood taller over his kin. "Leave here, and don't bring your kits back when they're born."
She wailed and collapsed onto her haunches. "Why should the kits be punished for something I did!" The ginger and white she-cat cried, backing up against Cloudheart.
"Leave!" snarled the leader, his lips curled back to reveal his deadly fangs.
"But we're kin, uncle!" Hazelfire yowled into the still air, backing into the gloom of the forest. "Why would you abandon your kin?"
"Just leave! And don't return until you are rid of those half clan runts!" he snarled and leaped into the forest and into the dusk.
Hazelfire stifled a cry and looked at where her leader had vanished. "Lets just get out of here." Slowly the two cats came from a droopy walk into a swift trot until they exited the Serpentclan border's into the unknown.

[Dragon]

Hazelfire slunk in her eyes downcast on the hard path of earth. Her tail dragged on the ground, she felt the effects of loneliness closing in on her and she felt abandoned in the cruel world of cats. Her only company was her mate, Cloudheart, and every so often one of her siblings would venture out to meet her. But never could her mother come, for she was to old and lost to even send her a message.
Cloudheart had hunted nearly the entire day with nothing to give up, he nearly stole from his own clans food pile that was pitifully small. He only wished he was a more accomplished hunter, with a careful paw he weaved out of the shadows to confront Hazelfire. She looked terribly sad, and lonely. His blue eyes glinted with pity and guilt, "Are you okay, Hazelfire?" he asked, in the softest of tones.
Her green eyes flamed with their old fire, and they seemed to challenge if he was mocking her or not. Then, the fire dimmed into a mere ember that seemed to be moments from flickering out. "Its been a long day..." The ginger and white she-cat sat onto her haunches, and licked her white chest, while averting her gaze.
The creamy tom frowned deeply. I should be happy! You will be a father of kits! Why do you not rejoice? His mind blared, and sullenly he returned the voice with a single thought. Because I have ruined her life. Cloudheart padded toward his mate, and brushed his muzzle against her cheek. "All will be well." he murmured.
Hazelfire pulled away, and shook her head gravely. Her soft paws dragged against the night cooled earth, "No it won't, Cloudheart." she hissed, "I have no clan, I can't handle being a loner!"
Cloudheart's mouth dropped open as if to respond to the biting words, but he quickly closed his mouth. He looked down at his paws, he lowered himself submissively to her and flattened his ears shamefully. "This is all my fault." he whispered.
The queen's eyes softened almost immediately. She took a few uneven steps next to Cloudheart, and she gently licked his ear. "It is not all your fault." Hazelfire soothed, in a quiet voice.
Cloudheart was not convinced and he lowered his head, "But if it wasn't for me, you'd still have a clan, and you could be with your friends and family..." His blue eyes glistened with sadness, at what he had caused.
The white and ginger she-cat leaned against his warm pelt, and nuzzled his neck. "Being in a clan isn't everything... I wouldn't have you if was still there." she murmured into his fur.

[Dragon]

Cloudheart bounded through the sparse undergrowth of the darkclan territory, his snow Bengal fur was fluffed up as he swiftly pursued a rare rabbit. His tail lashed, and he rushed forward with his paws extended in front of him. The hare might've been fast, but he had the wisdom of the forest and he made easy work of the rabbit.
"Ha!" he exclaimed proudly, and dipped his head to up the limp prey. He felt a warm sense of usefulness as he cleared the short distance between him and his mate. Though he had seen her only the night before, he was dying of impatience to return to her. The days and nights had seemed to melt into one single wait, until the kits he waited for would be born. The last time he had set on eyes on her, she had been heavy with kits and it would be any time now. Cloudheart paused and he scented the air, Hazelfire was near, he could smell her sweet scent, but something was different...
He moved his sleek body through a small entrance to the den, his jaw slightly dropped to pick up the faintest of scents. Oh yes, something was certainly different. "Hazelfire?" he called quietly into the dusky den. He heard a shifted sound, and the soft rustling of bodies and finally a mewl that was not his mate's. The snow Bengal began to bristle nervously, then a stream of light revealed them.
Hazelfire had been dozing ever since dawn of the day. She had been exhausted after her kits had been born, but she didn't dare go into deep sleep in fear that something would come in this new territory. Now, as she had finally given up to sleep, a rustling had come from the entrance of her den. Her head whipped up, and she quickly glanced about herself. The queen was to tired to fight back, but to quick to react to actually scent the air. Then she heard her name, and she slowly returned the call. "Cloudheart...?" she meowed.
Cloudheart's soft face lighted into vibrant smile and he rushed toward her and pressed his forehead against Hazelfire's. His blue eyes glittered like a pool of clear water, and he pet out a gentle purr. "They're beautiful, Hazelfire." His eyes settled on the two small shapes that were curled up in the crook of his mate's stomach.
She purred, but it faltered after a moment and she glanced over at a shadowed shape that resembled a small kitten. Its fur was bleached white only broken by a brown mark on its nose. Its tiny chest didn't rise or fall, the little kitten was dead. "He didn't make it..." she murmured, compulsively licking the two kits next to her belly.
Cloudheart pulled up the rabbit he had killed and put it next to Hazelfire. "Eat this." he ordered softly, "It'll make you stronger, for the kits." He looked at them, there was two. Both of them had their eyes closed, and they wriggled around like deaf rabbits. The larger of the two, a tom, was dark ginger with a powerful build, and he was making loud meows even as he slept. Next to him was a she-kit, who had a silky gray pelt, with faint darker stripes. His ears flicked, "What are their names?"
Hazelfire paused from ravenously eating the rabbit and looked up. "The tom is called Loudkit, for good reason." she smiled faintly, "And the she-kit is Featherkit." She finished with a motherly purr and dipped her head to nudge the smaller kit closer to her belly, and giving them both a lick.
Cloudheart snuggled up against Hazelfire's other side and gently groomed her fur in long rhythmic strokes. "I love you, my dear Hazelfire." he purred, "You and the kits." he added. They went into a comforting silence, only the soft purrs of sleeping kits kept it from turning it icy. After a moment, he lifted his head to see, his mate sleeping soundly. Her sides gently rose and fell, and he pricked his ears and tucked his paws beneath his chest. "Sleep well, and I will watch all." he whispered mostly to himself, and he watched intently on everything.

[Dragon]

Hazelfire silently padded in, her belly rumbled but she could not hesitate in her quest. She slowly picked up Loudkit and stalked through the undergrowth. She could hear her mates muted complaints, she stifled a laugh and leaped on.
"Urgh!" Cloudheart complained as loud as he could through Featherkit's silky fur. He had stumbled one to many times, and his frustration was mounting. Gently, he set down his kit. "Hazelfire, why do we need to move dens again?"
The ginger and white queen put Loudkit down, who immediately began to mewl, not of displeasure, but just the knowledge that he could be loud. Hazelfire licked his over the head. "Because some sort of nasty beast would get us." she joked, but there was truth behind her amusing words.
Loudkit gasped in shock and raised his head, his kitten blue eyes were bleary but they were alight with interest. "Beasts!?" he squealed, as loudly as he could muster.
Featherkit, who had been awoken by Loudkit from her dozing, scrabbled onto his back and nipped his ear. "Big beasts!" she squeaked sweetly.
The ginger kit let out a tiny squeal of fear, and clambered over his sister. He looked at Hazelfire with big blue eyes that were just melting into a dark green. "You won't let them eat us, will you momma?!" He mewled.
Hazelfire licked Loudkit over the ear, "No creature large or small, could get you away from me." she purred.
Cloudheart gave a tiny snort, "Yeah, only Badgerstar..." he mumbled.
Hazelfire shot an icy glare toward Cloudheart then she gingerly picked up Loudkit by the scruff who took up many protests of being carried.
"Momma!" he squealed, as he writhed wildly, "I can walk by myself! Lemme down! I'm getting mauled! Dad! Find reinforcements! Mrrow!!" He paws whipped through the air until he was to tired to go on with his protest and he grudgingly went limp. Loudkit muttered to himself, clearly unhappy.