Dovewing Songfic!

Hey guys! Here's a Dovewing songfic I wrote to the song Back to December by Taylor Swift! Enjoy!

I’m so glad you made time to see me

How’s life, tell me ‘bout you family

I haven’t seen them in a while

Dovewing ducked her head as she made her way through the Gathering. The full moon shone above her as she dodged her way past her clanmates, desperate to get into the trees. A pair of amber eyes bored into her. Tigerheart.

You’ve been good, busier than ever

We small talk, work and the weather

Your guard is up and I know why

“Hello, Dovewing,” he mewed awkwardly. Dovewing stared down at her paws.

“Hi, Tigerheart,” she replied quietly. “How’s the prey running?”

“Good thanks.” Tigerheart flicked his tail anxiously. “The cold has everyone down though. But newleaf is coming, thank StarClan.”

Because the last time you saw me still burned in the back of your mind

You gave me roses and I left them there to die

Dovewing’s mind helplessly rushed back to the beautiful snowy days, where she and Tigerheart pranced around. All her anxieties and worries disappeared when she was with him. She hadn’t felt like that since Lionblaze and Jayfeather told her that she was part of the Three. A purr almost rumbled in her throat as she reminisced about when Tigerheart had fallen into a huge snowdrift. What I would give to feel like that again. She shook her head sadly. I can’t go back.

So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time

I’m sorry. Dovewing swallowed the lump in her throat, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. I can’t, she thought. He’s not mine anymore.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” mewed Tigerheart. He suddenly looked so sad, and scared. “I just-” Dovewing didn’t care. She didn’t want to listen anymore.

“I think you did,” she whispered sadly. “I think that’s exactly what you meant.”

Turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you

Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine

And I go back to December, turn around and make it all right

I go back to December all the time

Dovewing pushed the last of the memories out of her head and turned back to Tigerheart “Bye,” she whispered before walking away. She could feel the pain radiating off his dark tabby pelt, but she forced herself to ignore it as she joined her clanmates for the trip home.

These days, I haven’t been sleeping

Staying up playing back myself leaving

When your birthday passed and I didn’t call

Dovepaw sat miserably in camp. Ivypaw was sleeping soundly in her nest. She hadn’t been harmed by the ShadowClan cats, and they willingly gave her up in exchange for the catmint. “Sandstorm might die,” murmured Dovewing. “It’s all my fault. Why am I so stupid? I should’ve known that Tigerheart was just using me.” Ivypaw started to kick and thrash and Dovepaw’s head snapped up. What were they doing to her? Coughing and sputtering, her deep blue eyes opened and she sat up, a terrified look on her face.

“Ivypaw?” Dovepaw rushed up to her sister’s nest, her eyes wide with fear.

“Oh, hi,” she rasped. “How was the Gathering?”

“Can I ask you something?” Dovepaw whispered. “Tell me about Tigerheart again. Is he really training in the Dark Forest?”

“Yes,” mewed Ivypaw sadly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Dovepaw replied. “I don’t think he ever loved me…”

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times

I watched you laughing from the passenger side

And realized I loved you in the fall

Memories of fighting beavers with Tigerheart flashed through Dovewing’s dreams. He had been so brave…and always so good humored. She could just imagine him, jumping up from the water and launching himself at the dam. Dovewing had never seen any cat so fearless in her life.

“Tigerheart, are you okay?” called Lionblaze.

“No, I’m furious! I’d like to turn every one of those beavers into fresh-kill!”

“He’s okay,” Dovepaw murmured.

And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind

You gave me all my love and all I gave you was…goodbye

Dovewing turned her back and put her head down. Tigerheart isn’t part of me anymore.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Dovepaw started to flee the camp. It was all too much. Sandstorm and Cherrykit were sick, and who knew where Ivypaw was? She probably didn’t want to see her anyway.

“Tigerheart!” she called. The dark tabby turned around. His amber eyes shone as she ran towards him.

“Hi,” he whispered as she buried her muzzle into his flank. “It’s good to see you.” Dovepaw didn’t reply. She cherished the moment of peace, away from all her clanmates and problems.

Maybe this is wishful thinking

Dovewing shut her eyes and tried to block out all the memories. I…miss…you…so…much…

Probably mindless dreaming

What was I thinking? He’s a ShadowClan cat. We could never gave been together, whether he loved me or not.

But if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right.

I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t

So if the chain is on your door, I understand

Dovewing collapsed in her nest, uncontrollable pain searing through her mind. Tigerheart! She wanted to scream. I need you! She felt the pain dulling as she drifted into sleep.

So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night

And I go back to December, turn around and make all right

I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

The sun shone through the apprentice den as Dovewing stepped out into the clearing.

“Is everything okay, Dovewing?” asked Bumblestripe, running up to her. “You don’t look very well.” Dovewing cast her senses out to ShadowClan. Tigerheart was sharing tongues with his clanmates, but Dovewing could see he was sad. Is it because of me? She turned back to Bumblestripe. “I’m fine,” she mewed softly. “Don’t worry about it.” She turned around and ran into her forest. Tigerheart… Standing on the ShadowClan border, she could almost smell him. If only… Dovewing turned back to the forest and slowly trudged back to camp.

I go back to December all the time…

SORRYYYY!! D:

I haven't been posting anything! D: I can't say that I will anytime soon, since November is NaNoWriMo, and I'm working on my novel!!! Sorry, but I promise I'll be back...sometime.

Chapter 8

Rosepaw stalked miserably through the forest. This is a disaster, she thought. It was all going to work out. I was going to be a warrior. She kept walking and walking until her paws burned and her legs crumbled from beneath her. Rosepaw collapsed on the grass, exhausted. Suddenly, she noticed the rows of Twoleg dens in front of her. She padded up to one and sniffed the fence. I wonder if any of them would take me in, she thought. She started to meow loudly and a Twoleg kit came up to her. She squeaked and bent down to stroke her. Rosepaw purred as the little Twoleg scratched her ear. This isn’t too bad, she thought. Maybe it won’t be so bad being a kittypet. The warrior code rang in her ears. This isn’t right. Rosepaw turned around slowly and padded off. This is against the warrior code! Suddenly, a nasty odor filled the air. Dog! Rosepaw heard a shriek and barking, along with the distant smell of blood. Terror filled her mind as she detected a familiar scent mixed in.

“Almondpaw!” she shrieked, hurtling through the trees as if her paws were on fire. There stood the biggest dog Rosepaw had ever seen in her life, snarling threateningly at something. To Rosepaw’s horror, she saw her friend cowering on the ground, shaking with fear.

“Rosepaw!” she cried. “Rosepaw, help!” Rosepaw stood there staring and the enormous creature, nearly three times her size. Frozen with fear, she watched the dog stalk towards her cornered friend. A picture of Shadowtail flashed in her mind. Anguish filled her as she realized the same thing was about to happen to Almondpaw.

“No!” she whispered. “No! Almondpaw!” Rosepaw launched herself at the giant dog and dug her claws into its back. The dog howled and released Almondpaw. She leaped into the air to assist Rosepaw. Together, they fought off the dog with the swift blows that their mentors had taught them. Instead of frightened and shaking, Rosepaw felt like she was the most powerful cat in the clan, fighting off enemies with her best friend. Soon they sent the dog running away with its tail between its legs. They stumbled back to camp together.

“Rosepaw! Almondpaw! Where have you two been?” Crystalfur bounded towards them the moment they stepped into camp. She gasped when she saw the condition they were in. “What happened?” Other cat started to gather around, horrified to see the two apprenticed caked with scratches and blood. Rosepaw heard Almondpaw take a deep breath.

“Rosepaw fought off a dog!” she declared proudly. Rosepaws’s fur ruffled in embarrassment as the clan’s surprised murmurs rose up. “It’s true!” mewed Almondpaw. “The dog was about to eat me, and Rosepaw jumped in just in time and fought it off!” Rosepaw lashed her tail. “That’s not true! We both know that I couldn’t have done it without you! You helped me!” Almondpaw rolled her eyes, but Rosepaw could see her whiskers twitching.

“Well,” Rosepaw shrunk back as Crescentstar padded up to them. “I think I know two apprentices who deserve their warrior names.” Almondpaw gasped as the rest of the clan cheered. Crescentstar climbed up to the Highledge. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!” Almondpaw glanced at Rosepaw excitedly as their clanmates gathered around the Highledge.

“Rosepaw and Almondpaw have shown much bravery today by fighting off a dog all on their own,” Crescentstar announced. “They more than deserve to receive their warrior names today.” Almondpaw nudged Rosepaw to her paws.

“Almondpaw and Rosepaw,” mewed Crescentstar. “Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?”

“I do,” mewed Almondpaw joyfully. She looked down at Rosepaw expectantly. Rosepaw opened her jaw and then closed it again and then said, “I…I can’t.” Gasps rose up as Almondpaw looked at her friend, shocked.

“Rosepaw?” questioned Crescentstar, narrowing her eyes. Rosepaw lifted her head to face her clanmates.

“I...I can’t be a warrior,” she mewed shakily. “I broke the warrior code today! I went to a Twoleg nest because I thought I wasn’t worthy to be a clan cat anymore. I thought the life of a kittypet would suit me better.” She hung her head in shame as shocked murmurs floated around. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, running off to her den.

“Rosepaw!” called Almondpaw, lashing her tail. But Rosepaw didn’t turn around.

Rosepaw buried herself in her nest and tried to sleep everything off. I can’t do it. She squeezed her eyes shut. I’m not worthy to be a clan cat. Suddenly, she felt a warm pelt brush against her. Almondpaw prodded a mouse towards her. “Here,” she whispered. “Eat this.” Rosepaw took a bite out of the mouse and put down her head.

“I’m sorry, Almondpaw,” she mewed. “You should have received your warrior name.” Almondpaw shook her head. “Remember what we said back when we were kits? We’ll become warriors together.” She licked Rosepaw’s ear. “And besides, after you left, Briarleaf came out and told me that I had some strange blindness.” Rosepaw bolted up.

“What?!” she exclaimed. “What?!”

“You only have to say it once,” mewed Almondpaw, annoyed. “And it’s not that big a deal. It’s just that sometimes I can’t see. “Rosepaw paced around her friend.

“Sometimes?” she mewed. “How does that work?” Almondpaw shrugged.

“I’m not sure. I only know that sometimes I can see, and other times I can’t. Most of the time I can’t though.” Rosepaw buried her nose into her friend’s pelt.

“This isn’t the best day for either of us, is it?” Almondpaw curled up in her nest and didn’t reply.

Rosepaw walked through a patch of trees. Am I dreaming? She looked around. This looks kind of familiar. Could this really be ThunderClan? But the trees were rich with green leaves and the air was warm and smelled of plants. It’s not greenleaf… She padded into the camp, confused. She saw two queens sitting outside the nursery, chatting quietly.

“Redshard?” she called out frantically. Her mother didn’t answer her. Can she hear me? Rosepaw padded up to them, but they didn’t even turn.

“I’m worried about Rosekit,” said Redshard. Rosepaw’s eyes widened. What was she talking about? “I’m not sure how she’s going to cope as an apprentice.”

“What do you mean?” asked the other queen. “She’s very well behaved. I don’t think she’ll get into any trouble.”

“That’s just it, Maplefur,” Redshard replied. “She’s always so quiet, and doesn’t like getting into the other kits’ games. I don’t think she’ll like getting her paws dirty, let alone hunting and fighting.”

“Oh, Redshard, you worry too much. I’m sure she’ll be fine.” mewed Maplefur reassuringly.

“I hope you’re right,” said Redshard, her gaze laced with worry. Rosepaw’s mouth dried up. Her own mother had doubted her! She couldn’t imagine what she could be thinking right now, when she had become such a coward. She walked away from them, as if her paws were working on their own. She stepped into the bushes froze as she saw two tiny kits crouched down on a pile of twigs.

“Come on, Rosekit!” mewed the ginger kit. “Just jump!”

“No!” squeaked the white kit. “I’m scared!”

“It’s not that scary, see?” The ginger kit jumped from the twigs and landed with a thud on the ground. “Not scary at all!”

“Maybe not for you,” mewed the white kit. “You can do anything!” Rosepaw’s jaw fell open as she realized that the tiny kit was her.

“Don’t be such a kittypet!” mewed the ginger kit. “You can do it, I know you can!” The white kit shook her head and started to throw the twigs off the pile.

“You’re such a scaredy-mouse, Rosekit!” grumbled the ginger kit as she scampered off. The white kit hung her head sadly. Rosepaw backed her, stricken.

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” mewed a voice behind her. Rosepaw whirled around to see a black she-cat standing there. “Who…who are you?”

“You were always a bit of a kittypet,” she sneered, ignoring her. “Always shying away from the least bit of a challenge. Everyone was concerned about you.” She narrowed her eyes. “They were right to.” Rosepaw took a step back, her eyes wide with horror.

“Cats like you don’t belong in the clans,” she continued. “You were right to go to the Twoleg nest. You should have stayed there. What could you possibly have accomplished after that? It doesn’t matter what your friends or your clanmates tell you. You don’t have what it takes, and that’s that.” She turned around and padded off.

“No!” Rosepaw cried. “No!” She felt her legs crumble as she collapsed to the ground. And then she woke up, gasping. Her head started to spin. “No,” she whispered. “It’s too much!” She leaped out of her nest and bolted out of the den.

Rosepaw’s paws thumped on the ground as she raced through the forest. She ran and ran and ran until her paws ached and her stomach cramped.

“You can’t run away from your problems!” hissed a voice. Rosepaw whirled around to see the black she-cat standing behind her. “Problems are different from clanmates, they’ll be there wherever you go.”

“And clanmates won’t?” mewed Rosepaw, confused.

“That’s one thing you learn about life, little one,” hissed the cat. “Everyone deserts you eventually. Soon you’ll be left with nothing but the fur on your back.” She took a step towards her, narrowing her eyes. “But your problems never leave you, no matter how fast you run or how high you leap. They follow you like flies, and you can’t get rid of them.” Rosepaw stepped back, her eyes wide with fear and anguish. 

“That’s not true!” she mewed. “My clanmates will always be there for me, and they can help me with my problems!” The she-cat snorted and turned around to leave.

“Believe what you want. I thought the same thing when I was young and naïve, and look where that’s gotten me.” With that, she padded off into the trees, leaving Rosepaw standing alone.

Hey guys.
No, it's not another chapter.
I was just wondering....
Do you, the small number of people who read my blog, actually enjoy my fanfic? Like, I know I can be a sucky writer sometimes, and a very slow one too. My normal excuse is that "I'm too busy procrastinating" and I end up with a long drag of nothingness. I make sure my chapters are long enough to post, and that they're somewhat interesting, but in reality, this story isn't actually going anywhere. I have ideas, but they're not ready to be put down on the paper yet, chronologically speaking. So I might put in anotehr chapter or so, and then fast forward in time. Like, a lot. I promise there's something coming, but with the exciting stuff not yet here, the story isn't very exciting, nor am I to write it. Thanks for listening to me rant. Bye.

~Shimmercloud

Hollyleaf's Death Scene

So, this is for all you Hollyleaf haters. I'd just like to say, Hollyleaf is the best! And this is MY version of her death scene.

Jayfeather launched himself at Tigerstar. “This is for the fate of the clans!” he yowled. Never before had he felt the power of the stars in his paws. He sank his claws into the dark tabby’s back, praying to StarClan that Firestar would be okay. Tigerstar yowled and jerked away from him, releasing Firestar, who bounded off. Tigerstar snarled at Jayfeather. “You can’t kill me!” he snarled. “You’re just a blind medicine cat!” Jayfeather dug his claws into the ground. “I may be a blind medicine cat,” he retorted. “But I have the power of the stars in my paws!” Launching himself at Tigerstar, Jayfeather fought for his life, and the lives of his clanmates.

Suddenly, agony shook through him. He jumped out of the battle and ran. “Hollyleaf!” he shrieked. A flash of black fur whizzed by as his sister was pinned to the ground by Brezepelt. “This is for everything you did to me!” the WindClan warrior hissed. “This is what you deserve!” He lifted his paw, ready to hit the killing blow. Yowling, Jayfeather leaped at him, thrusting him out of the way. Snarling, the black tom struck a blow to his neck. As the two brothers fought, memories raced through Jayfeather’s mind. The lie that had changed his life, protecting Poppyfrost at the Moonpool, watching in agony as Breezepelt tortured Ivypool in the Dark Forest, and then finally Breezepelt leading his own Clan leader to his death. His anger gave him enough power to strike Breezepelt to the ground. But the training in the Dark Forest had made Breezepelt more powerful than Jayfeather could ever be. And he had anger too. Anger and ambition to destroy everyone who had wronged him. He leaped up and clawed Jayfeather’s flank. Fresh blood gushed out and Jayfeather fell to the ground. Breezepelt stood over him, snarling.

“I couldn’t kill then,” he hissed. “But I can now, when I have you right where I need you.” Jayfeather stared at him, his heart pounding faster. “Because of you, my life is ruined,” Breezepelt snarled. “You deserve to die.” He looked up at Hollyleaf, who was lying on the ground, panting. “You all do!” Breezepelt’s amber eyes bored into Jayfeather’s. “I didn’t go to the Dark Forest for nothing,” he meowed. “Tigerstar taught me not to stand back and do nothing. He taught me how to get my revenge.” Snarling, Breezepelt dug his claws deeper into Jayfeather’s flank. But before he could kill him, a screech rang through Jayfeather’s ears, and a flash of gold darted past him, bowling Breezepelt over. “Lionblaze,” Jayfeather breathed. “But…that’s impossible!” Lionblaze glanced over at Jayfeather.

“I couldn’t abandon my Clan,” he meowed. “Not for Cinderheart, not for anything.” He struck a hard blow at Breezepelt, who fought angrily. “I’m part of the Three, and the clans need me.” Pinning Breezepelt down, he glared down at his half-brother.

“You’re business is none of mine,” he snarled. “And your quarrel is not with me. But after all you did, you’re the one who deserves to die.” Without hesitation, Lionblaze sank his teeth into Breezepelt’s throat. The black warrior’s eyes widened.

“I see it now…” he rasped before his eyes closed forever.

“Hollyleaf, no!” Jayfeather turned around to see Leafpool racing towards his sister, with Squirrelflight at her heels. Brambleclaw and Ashfur followed them, along with Crowfeather. “Hollyleaf,” Leafpool whispered. “Speak to me, please!” Hollyleaf’s eyes opened slowly. “Leafpool?” she rasped.

“Hollyleaf!” Leafpool exclaimed. “Hollyleaf, you’re okay!” She bent down to lick her daughter.

“Leafpool,” Hollyleaf whispered. “Leafpool, it’s okay. StarClan is calling me.” Leafpool’s eyes widened, Jayfeather could feel the agony tearing through her heart like thorns.

“No,” she meowed. “No, Hollyleaf, you’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.” Hollyleaf shook her head weakly.

“Leafpool, Squirrelflight,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I…I understand now. I know what you did and why.” Jayfeather understood too. Now that Hollyleaf had her own kits, she was feeling the same pain that Leafpool felt. “I...I’m sorry,” she rasped. “For everything. I’m sorry for causing you grief and worry, I’m sorry from running away. I know I can’t run away from my problems. Ashfur, I’m sorry I acted so rashly. I’m sorry for telling everyone the secret at the gathering. Leafpool, I’m sorry you lost your place as a medicine cat. It’s my fault, all my fault.” Jayfeather could feel the powerful surge of love coming from his mother and her sister. “Squirrelflight, I’m sorry I couldn’t call you my mother. You’ll always be my mother to me. I know you were always proud of me. I’m sorry I was so blind once I found out.” Squirrelflight pressed her nose to Hollyleaf’s flank. “I’m sorry too, for making you think I was your mother.” Lionblaze pressed to Jayfeather, his amber eyes filled with worry.

“I forgive you,” said Leafpool suddenly. “Even as a medicine cat, I loved you more than anything in the world, and losing you to my mistakes was worse than losing my place in the clan or losing the trust of my clanmates.”

“I forgive you too,” said Squirrelflight. “Everything you did made me proud, and I would have been honored to be your mother.”

“Hollyleaf!” cried a voice. Dovewing rushed in, grief and anxiety brimming in her golden eyes.

“Dovewing,” Hollyleaf purred. “Dovewing, thank you for always being there for me. You handled everything much better than I could ever have, and it always comforted me, knowing that the prophecy was in good hands.” Jayfeather could almost feel his sister slipping into StarClan. “And you two,” she continued. “Thanks for being the best brothers in the world. While I was in the tunnels, I always wanted to see you. My heart ached every day. I wanted to come back more than anything. But I didn’t know how. I didn’t know what I would say to you, or how to explain everything. My heart told me that I was right, but everyone thought I was wrong.” She let out a long sigh, as if to let go of everything she had been holding back all those moons. “But since this is my last chance, I knew I had to say everything.” She closed her eyes. “Goodbye, everyone. I love you all, no matter what it seems.” The light faded from her, and Jayfeather shut his eyes too, trying to suppress his sadness. “She walks with StarClan now,” he mewed hoarsely. He could feel the sadness radiating off of everyone, especially Leafpool. “She did love her,” he murmured. “It hurt for her more than all of us.” Jayfeather felt a nudge as Lionblaze spoke up. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s take her back to camp, where nothing can hurt her.” Picking her up, Lionblaze and Jayfeather dragged her away, with the other cats helping them. Looking down at his lifeless sister, Jayfeather felt himself being turned inside out. “She gave everything for us, for the clans who betrayed her, for her life that was a lie,” he whispered to himself. “Hollyleaf held more honor than us all. She has the courage to face everything. She knows how to really be a warrior.”

*WARNING*

Warning- the next chapter of my fanfic will be in ANOTHER CAT'S POV. So be prepared :)

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