[lone]

Originally Posted by Celestial

@Lonestar23

Her doubts had grown to the size of fears now, they where blocking her path casting and unholy dark shadow over her mind. A corrosive substance that would never cease to eat what it could get it’s grimy paws on. However much she wanted to dismiss it the thoughts seemed all jumbled in the back of her mind leaning on each other just waiting to fall and bring everything crashing down with it. That’s what her life seemed to be right now, a dangerous balancing act with only three feet to stand on. Her stomach churned as she brushed by some riverclan fern for the second time in these past few moons. The scent seemed to get stuck on the roof of her mouth and block out her better judgement and the chuckle of the river nearby mocked and scorned her decision to follow him. It was this sense of mockery and paranoia that followed her wherever she went with its claws out, ready to strike st any unsuspecting moment at any loose end. She would give the whole situation the benefit of the doubt, most things between them had slipped away, faded into memory and everything ended up ok. Or at least up until this point where each step brought her further away from her own territory and rules. Here she was untouchable for a brief moment, a small crack she had fallen into that prevented her from prosecution. For now ShadowClanner. her mind taunted. The lift voice sitting on her shoulder wrapped its cold embrace over her brain and a shiver went shooting down her tail. “H- how often do riverclan cats come around here?” she breathed out a shaky breath. Her eyes combing the surrounding foliage and studying each dark crevice or tangle of roots that appeared to be a cat. They are mind tricks, nothing more than silly mind tricks. the silvery steel grey gaze averted from the surrounding area and fixed themselves back into the path ignoring the sneaking suspicion they where being watched. Even though she was trying desperately to reassure herself there was nothing wrong there was a sliver of sceptical reasoning left in her mind. With a brisk shake of her shoulders she raised her head back up and looked ahead, a tangle of gorse lay in the path followed by a patch of tricky thicket. Even if a patrol came by they wouldn’t wanna search deep in here. We should be fine, right? another shiver shot down her tail. The scent of somebody else caught her attention and she puffed out her chest inhaling more air to try and catch it again. It had only been there for a fleeting second until it’s memory faded away with the breeze. Maybe riverclAnners go swimming in the thicket for fun. aslight smile cracked it’s way on her dead pan as she examined the broken up foliage and trod over pathways.

Fear was one thing that Charmpelt could feel quite clearly. It was radiating around the couple, and for good reason - he knew what could happen if they were caught. The code existed for a reason, that reason being to keep bad things from happening. And yet, here they were… breaking it. Shiverlight had never struck him as a rule breaker. She was a rule follower, someone who would rather die than break her precious code. Yet here they were. Charmpelt was aware of everything, of every little sound and heartbeat and sight. These tunnels were quickly becoming something much more than just a simple escape. He felt like he could stay here forever with her, like they could finally have the life that he wanted for them so badly.

Except he knew it wasn’t possible. How could they have that kind of life, how could they pretend that everything was going to be okay? It wasn’t. This was the opposite of okay. If only things were different, Charmpelt and Shiverlight would be together and neither one would care what others said, what everyone thought of them. They would be the happiest couple together and nobody could judge them for it. No one would say what they could be. Shiverlight’s voice drew him out of his thoughts, his fantasy, and back to the reality of the situation. The reality that doing this was against the Code and that it was wrong. ”Surprisingly, not too often. I mean, as far as I know… there are only a few who even know about these tunnels.”

Cats that HE had brought there, but she didn’t need to know that. All that she needed to know was that he was pretty sure most cats didn’t know about this place, which meant that they were safe. The cats who did? Hopefully they’d steer clear of it. Charmpelt hadn’t seen anyone come back here, anyways… a broken heart was not something cats got over very quickly, and he had basically shattered all of the she cats’ hearts who had come here before. Over Jema. Jema was the only one who had gotten ahead of him, who he hadn’t broken her heart - on the contrary, she had broken his.

The full story was sad, and it technically wasn’t even her fault, but that didn’t stop Charmpelt from feeling like she had done it purposely. Just to hurt him. And this was before he was a flirt, so she couldn’t blame it on his reputation! It must have been something about him. ”It’s not too cold for you here, is it? Sometimes it’ll get pretty cold down here and I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill…” Charmpelt’s voice trailed off as he examined Shiverlight. She looked okay. She looked… beautiful. And the tom had to admit that if someone had told him he would be being such a gentleman to a ShadowClanner, and in love with one nonetheless, he never would have believed them. So this - this was quite the twist in fate indeed.