Repressed Desire

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The esplanade cascaded flatly through rows and rows of tall grass. The familiar scent of wilderness stung his nose as he inhaled the night. His fur was matted and unkept, yet the large amount of bold poise was able to break through his first appearance. This cat was probably the least amenable if you were to speak with him, headstrong and authoritative, he was gracefully stubborn.

As he sat within the cool night zephyrs, his eyes gleamed of intense anxiousness. As long hesitation with a vertigo of thoughts winding themselves in and out of his mind. But this was interrupted by a defensive growl within the bushes behind him. Nights black figure swept around, ears pricked, senses alert. And not much after, an elegant yet dangerous figure streaked towards him. Her figure, a lithe and smaller silver tabby in contrast to his large and powerful figure looked like an unfair fight.

A small cloud of dust lifted itself from the earth as the two figures wrestled, the moonlight glinting off each eye. Yet as the two backed away for a brief breathe, their curiosity seemed to get the best of them. "Inkfur?" the she-cats voice sounded like warm honey.

The black-tom hesitated, a cringe, and loosened his grip on the earth, nodding. "Swifrunner...." his voice trailed off.

"They said you ran away… is that true?" her voice was urgent, yet all he could focus on was how much she had changed, matured. Her brown tabby fur had seemed to brighten, or was it only because his perspective had changed too? He hadn't remembered her eyes so green, like the new-leaf that had finally bloomed.

"Inkfur?" she knew he wasn't listening to her as the large tom-cat shook his head. He was large, stronger boned that an average warrior. His figure was powerful over anything. He replied with a quiet remark, "Its Night."

So he had changed his name...

"Night," she made the adjustment, "everyones moved on...Wrenfur is now leader, Swallowtail died, …"

"Swallowtail is dead!?" the calmness that had made his facade had broken. He watched in horror as Swiftrunner bowed her head in grief. Leaving Swallowtail had been the single hardest thing to do when he left the Clan. Their amateur affection was easily seen, yet, not easily understood. Swiftrunner had been Swallowtails sister, and his best friend.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Atlast Swiftrunner spoke, "I'm so sorry," her eyes stayed earthward, yet her mind wandered everywhere.

Nights jaw stiffened, every part of him wanted to yowl out to Swallowtail, yet he kept his small wish repressed. After another uncomfortable moment of silence Night spoke, "I came here to speak to her. I promised her i would come back, if not only for a few quick seconds. Yet I now understand this is impossible. Swiftrunner, thank you," he turned quickly around, the ineluctable news thrown too fast at him.

"Inkf- Night, please meet me here tomorrow at midnight....I would like to speak with you more. I've missed you..."

The strong silhouette disappeared behind a thick wall of darkness and trees.

OOC: Please don't reply yet.

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The next day passed quickly for both, each felt a large amount of anxiety and regret. Maybe if they had never been reunite, it would have been easier. The puddle of murky water that had formed within Night since he had left his Clan had just grown into a well. And Swiftrunners life had just taken a turn for the worst. This ineluctable coincidence left the two tossing in what little sleep they got that day.

Atlast the sun was hidden from all the forest, its purpose of elation gone, and replaced by the sacred moon. Swiftrunner left the camp, disguising her scent slightly, and headed towards Willow Grove. Her soft demeanor taking a turn towards secrecy. The small hollow nearby was quiet as she sat quietly, graceful tail set stone-like before her fore-paws. Nights strong-boned figure appeared from behind her, resentment in every step.

It was Swiftrunner who broke the silence, "I want to know why you left," her question more like a demand, yet inescapable. Night stared, immobile, and the ground. And he told her what had happened, why he had left, where he had gone to, what he had done, and every painful emotion that seemed to distant from him now. When he had finished Swiftrunner told Night everything that had happened at camp. And the night dawned once again.

They both embraced, their scents so different, yet once of the same Clan. And they met the next night, and the next.

"Night, I've been thinking…" Swiftrunner trailed off. That night was warm, closer to greenleaf. A small affection towards each other had formed over the few days, there was everything to speak about, and yet, both knew each other so well. They had been best friends since kits. They knew each other more than Night had known his young mate, former mate. Each held a repressed desire, a young and fervent fondness. Yet the beautiful she-cats happiness seemed drained, at a loss.

Night nudged the she-cat to continue, yet he in someway hoped that she wouldn't continue. But she did, "Night, you're not welcome on our land. This isn't your Clan anymore, and one way or another Echoclan will find out that you've been visiting. It isn't safe. It isn't right, and I'm disobeying the rules of StarClan by meeting with you."

"StarClan doesn't care what you do!" Night bursted, "They didn't do anything to me. If we can't meet here then…then we can meet outside of the Clan."

Swiftrunner shook her head, but more of frustration, "If we can't meet here, we can't meet at all. Night, I'm loyal to my Clan, and I won't leave."

A look of desperation glinted from Nights eyes against the moonlight. "So is this it? Is this the last time I see you?"

"Yes."

A hot ember seemed to emit itself within the handsome toms heart. And the ember grew until a forest fire seemed to rage, licking at his eyes and enveloping his mind. He said nothing, yet his claws had dug deep marks as they tried to hold him up, keep him from running. He felt the sweet muzzle of Swiftrunners muzzle pressing into his flank, and her voice like warm milk and melting honey, "I'm so sorry," they were the same words she had comforted him with when he found Swallowtail had died. Sorry, a word that never brings good luck, and for that he never wanted to here it again.

"Please! Just one more night," he trembled as he said this. Maybe if he knew when the last time he would see her would be, he could enjoy it more. The she-cat cast a longing glance at him and padded silently away, "Maybe."

Had she agreed, had she turned him down? The next night he waited. Waited and the sun rose. Maybe she had done him a favor, if he had seen her once more he would not have felt better. He the territory quietly, hopefully for the last time.


OOC: er..sort of cheesy. But i like cheese, actually, i like mozzerella the best.

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