[Abyss]

I know the road is long,but where you are is home.
Wherever you stay, I'll find the way.

A chill ran down a striped and spotted spine, the cool night wind lightly ruffling the black and golden-orange fur. Yellow eyes watched as the long grass of the distant Lightningclan territory swayed back and forth with the breeze, carrying the dull scents of the neighboring clan with it. He breathed in these scents, unable to decipher who specifically they were, but still feeling a sense of comfort through his chest.

This scent was not his own or his clan, yet he had come to know this scent very well. It brought a sort of peace to him, memories of the past flooding back to him the moment the scent touched his tongue. Memories of his dear mate.

It felt good to think that. It felt amazing. To be able to say ‘his mate’ rather than just his friend in another clan or his cross-clan crush. He finally had something to call her, something to call them. Something that represented them as a pair.

They hadn’t even been mates for a full moon yet, but he already found that he adored being able to call her his mate. He had found the love of his life, but he had found her in a very troubling place. If only she wasn’t in another clan, things would be so much easier. He wished every day that he and his darling mate could curl up together in a nest, and run through the forest and the meadow together as one, her namesake guiding them to wherever their paws could take them. He wanted to introduce her to his family, his mother specifically. He knew that Robinflight would absolutely adore Windspirit. Perhaps he could bring his mother to the border one day and let them meet for the first time.

Lost in his thoughts, he hardly noticed as distant pawsteps began to come closer. When he finally came back to his senses, his eyes immediately saw another pair of eyes in the distance, quickly coming closer and closer by the second. The fact that these eyes were on the other side of the border normally would have been concerning, if not for the fact that he knew who this was.

Just as that bright silver and black tabby coat came into view, paired with those pale green eyes, the Bengal tom shot forward. He just barely crossed the border when he and the she-cat made contact. A deep purr, loud as a rushing river, rumbled through his whole body as he felt his mate’s warmth hit him. He rubbed his head against her’s and along her neck, giving her a few licks to the shoulder as he did so.

He wished that he could stay enveloped in her scent for the rest of his life. He wanted to bury his face in her soft fur and fall asleep, her face being his last thought as he fell asleep and the first thought when he awoke. Then again, those already applied to him. Except for being able to sleep with his face next to her’s, which he found was the most painful part.

He tried to push these thoughts aside and focus on the moment. He was with his love; he had to cherish this time with her. He always did.

He gently pulled away, placing his black nose gently against her own. Even though he wanted to close his eyes and just allow himself to get lost in her scent, he found that he couldn’t look away from her. Just as he had done more times than he could count, he stared at her. Her eyes, her ears, her stripes, her nose, the fluff of her cheeks, her mouth. All of it. The saying was ‘getting lost in someone’s eyes’. He found that he could just get lost by looking at her, eyes and all.

“Every time I see you, you just get more and more beautiful, ” he said, his breath a mere whisper as he spoke. Saying something like that would have made him feel embarrassed a few moons ago. But now he could hardly contain it.

Leopardheart

Warrior 16 Moons TreeClan

684 Ghost the Undead Goddess Ginger

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Windspirit

21 Moons, LightningClan

I hear the wind across the plain,
A sound so strong, that calls my name

It was quiet, aside from the occasional snores or purrs that rumbled from the bodies of sleeping felines packed within the warmth of the Warrior's Den. The faintest glimmer of moonlight washed in through the entrance, the wind rustling beyond as it called to the pale tabby within in her nest 

Pale green pools quickly opened as ears flickered atop the she-cat's head to catch any possible noises of a feline awake within their nest but she heard none. The free spirited warrioress lifted her head, completely perked up after that little nap she had moments prior.

Honestly, she hadn't meant for it to be a short snooze, but her dreams had dissolved and left her woken paws restless with the need to race through the moorland grasses with her namesake brushing against her flank. 

Her only current problem was sneaking away from the warrior's den, where she was currently squished comfortably between Thistletongue, Sparkjaw and Lightningstripe. Running her pale hues over each of them momentarially, Windspirit lifted herself to those small nimble paws of hers before carefully picking her way around each Lightningclanner. 

Without realizing her tail had brushed softly against Thistletongue's nose, the pale tabby quickly tip-toed her way out of the den and into the wide open space of Lightningclan's camp. The moonlight ahead washed the near mute she-cat's pale coat a shimmering color of silver.

Sneaking out through the area where she and her clanmates usually made dirt, Windspirit happily tore through the open territory towards a crested hill that overlooked the waiting, snow covered moorlands. Windspirit stood there for a moment, her eyes happily closed as she let her namesake brush through her short, striped coat.

The nighttime freedom caused memories and feelings to once again bubble within the small statured feline's chest. A spark of happiness and giddiness wrapping it's way around the beating organ within her chest as she thought about all her recent nightly adventures. 

Of course, she enjoyed racing through the grasslands but Windspirit's heart called to a certain tomcat hiding within the wooded forests of Treeclan. Most of her moonlite adventures had recently involved him, as Leopardheart was now the dilute tabby's mate, despite the clan differences that normally kept other apart. 

Windspirit honestly couldn't imagine her life without him, though she yearned for the day she could curl up against his warmth and fur to fall asleep at. To hear his raspy breath as he dreamt soundly in their shared nest. 

Pale hues flashed  with happy thoughts before the dilute tabby shifted her attention, curious as to if Leopardheart had a similarly restless night like herself. Anticiplation danced within her paws as the nimble things led her through the white hills of her clan's territory and down towards the Open Woods. 

His familiar, woodsy scent caught her tongue with a gust of wind, as if her namesake were encouraging her, tempting her. And of course, her heart would comply as she went racing forwards, green hues catching sight of his spotted form hovering just beyond the invisible border of the two clans. 

Leopardheart!

The purr in her throat rose quickly as she dashed forwards to press happily against him, nose nuzzling into his neck as his scent wrapped around her. It was a comforting smell, almost as if it soothed the nerves she didn't even know where frayed. Her heart hammered within her chest as that purr grew louder within her throat. 

"I missed you so much..." Windspirit parted her pale jaws to speak in that soft tone, loud enough only for him to hear perfectly.  

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