Grayfawn Speaks: A Heartless Mate

Prologue
Hello? Whos' there? Oh, just a couple of kits looking for trouble! Sorry, didn't mean to snap, but kits always bring me fretful memories of my mate. Want to hear the story, do you? Fine.

Chapter 1
I blinked away the sleep from my eyes as I stretched. I prodded Hawkfrost in the side. "Hey, sweetheart, it's time to go. We dozed of in the night." I whispered softly. The cat I loved stirred but didn't wake. I poked him with a claw.

Hawkfrost let out a screech of suprises and leapt back. "Oh, it's only you, Grayfawn." Hawkfrost's icy-blue eyes stared into mine. His gaze warmed me up, even though it was leaf-bare.

"We have to get back to camp." I breathed, suddenly feeling a stabbing pain in the heart. This was the last time Hawkfrost and I could be this close, without letting anyone know we were mates. I was a medicine cat, I couldn't have kits.

"I know." whispered Hawkfrost. I thought I saw a flicker of relief in his eyes, but I must have been imagining things. Hawkfrost began to scatter the makeshift nest we made on the Island. His lean muscles rippled and his tabby coat glistened in the sunlight. I then noticed my fluffy light gray fur was ruffled and untidy. I quickly gave myself a clean and went back to looking at Hawkfrost. My mate. The cat I longed to be with for the rest of my life.

Even though it was an impossible love, I would always love him.

Chapter 2
As we neared the RiverClan camp, I noticed Hawkfrost run swiftly ahead of me. His lean muscles rippling with every stride. I purred. Blackclaw was standing gaurd last night, and the big smoky-black tom was still there.

"Blackclaw," Hawkfrost dipped his head in greeting. Blackclaw seemed astounded at seeing Hawkfrost and I outside so early in the morning.

"That's funny," began Blackclaw, "I didn't see you two come out. Although I did leave to make a quick dirt."

"We probably went out when you were gone."

"And why, may I ask?" Blackclaw set his gaze on me. His amber eyes lurking with suspition.

"We were out collecting herbs." I blurted out, not realizing wer weren't carrying any herbs.

"Not lucky, I see." meowed Blackclaw. The broud-shouldered tom stepped aside, allowing us to cross the stepping stones. I dipped my head in respect as I passed him by. Blackclaw's amber eyes still flickered with curiosity.

"That was a close one." I breathed. Hawkfrost didn't look at me. He didn't show signs he heard me. Oh well.

At sunhigh, I was suddenly feeling quite hungry. My belly growled so loudly, I swear, I thought ThunderClan could here it!