Post by Cloud of Diamonds on May 28, 2010 18:29:14 GMT -5
Story Title: Flying is the Simplest Thing
Author: Cloudie of the lupine form.
Character(s): Loonstep.
Genre: Romance.
Rating: G.
Warnings: CHEESINESS. e.e
Author’s note: I’d like to say that this fanfic was inspired by Owl City songs. Don’t kill me, Whiskers. also, just for reference, this is set in the future of PineClan, soon after the end of Miststar's reign. (End note)
He’d just finished talking to Rainstorm. How the black and white tom loved his stories.
Even though they made his heart break.
Love…that terrible, passionate thing. So beautiful, so painful. Like ice. He breathed, eyes shut, his large frame stretched out on the dew-covered grass. He barely noticed the little pricks of wetness in his thick, fluffy pelt as he lay there sighing.
How much longer could he live like this? Apart from her? Yes, he had friends…he liked his Clan. But he could not shake this parasitic growth in his heart, the thing that was like a pull, a force of gravity so strong he could scarcely resist it. Except this force drew him not to the ground, but to StreamClan.
To Goosefur.
He wondered if she knew…maybe. If she did know, she probably didn’t feel the same way. Besides, she’d loved his brother, not him. And she liked Cloudstar now. Besides, they had always –always –been nothing more than friends. How could he ever explain or justify himself?
Justify his longing for his little brown tabby and white kithood friend? A longing beyond loyalty, beyond reason. A longing against the warrior code. He was not allowed to love her. Want her.
Want her as he had wanted friendship like never before. And it hit him: He was truly lonely in his Clan. Everyone had someone, at least. Rainstorm had Gingerstar. Juncopaw followed Crowpaw everywhere though he never seemed to notice. Even grumpy Swallowpelt had her mate and kits.
He had no one.
Oh, he wasn’t completely isolated – he trained Elmpaw, he listened to Rainstorm, occasionally he might drop by the elders’ den and listen to Sableheart or Plovereye, who always nodded at him politely.
But he was not...whole. His friends – soulmates-parts of him like fur or ears all lived in different Clans. His brother and practically his sister – his best friends that ever had been and ever would be. And she, little goose, flapping along so cheerfully…his friend too. Or more.
There were so many sane, logical reasons not to.
There was only one crazy reason to.
Still, thinking, knowing he was insane, Loonstep got up and began to pad slowly toward the StreamClan border.
It was tempting, but he never looked back. Not until he was on the other side, and even then, only to whisper a silent goodbye. But he was free now, and that was all that mattered.
Author: Cloudie of the lupine form.
Character(s): Loonstep.
Genre: Romance.
Rating: G.
Warnings: CHEESINESS. e.e
Author’s note: I’d like to say that this fanfic was inspired by Owl City songs. Don’t kill me, Whiskers. also, just for reference, this is set in the future of PineClan, soon after the end of Miststar's reign. (End note)
He’d just finished talking to Rainstorm. How the black and white tom loved his stories.
Even though they made his heart break.
Love…that terrible, passionate thing. So beautiful, so painful. Like ice. He breathed, eyes shut, his large frame stretched out on the dew-covered grass. He barely noticed the little pricks of wetness in his thick, fluffy pelt as he lay there sighing.
How much longer could he live like this? Apart from her? Yes, he had friends…he liked his Clan. But he could not shake this parasitic growth in his heart, the thing that was like a pull, a force of gravity so strong he could scarcely resist it. Except this force drew him not to the ground, but to StreamClan.
To Goosefur.
He wondered if she knew…maybe. If she did know, she probably didn’t feel the same way. Besides, she’d loved his brother, not him. And she liked Cloudstar now. Besides, they had always –always –been nothing more than friends. How could he ever explain or justify himself?
Justify his longing for his little brown tabby and white kithood friend? A longing beyond loyalty, beyond reason. A longing against the warrior code. He was not allowed to love her. Want her.
Want her as he had wanted friendship like never before. And it hit him: He was truly lonely in his Clan. Everyone had someone, at least. Rainstorm had Gingerstar. Juncopaw followed Crowpaw everywhere though he never seemed to notice. Even grumpy Swallowpelt had her mate and kits.
He had no one.
Oh, he wasn’t completely isolated – he trained Elmpaw, he listened to Rainstorm, occasionally he might drop by the elders’ den and listen to Sableheart or Plovereye, who always nodded at him politely.
But he was not...whole. His friends – soulmates-parts of him like fur or ears all lived in different Clans. His brother and practically his sister – his best friends that ever had been and ever would be. And she, little goose, flapping along so cheerfully…his friend too. Or more.
There were so many sane, logical reasons not to.
There was only one crazy reason to.
Still, thinking, knowing he was insane, Loonstep got up and began to pad slowly toward the StreamClan border.
It was tempting, but he never looked back. Not until he was on the other side, and even then, only to whisper a silent goodbye. But he was free now, and that was all that mattered.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp