Bluespark lagged behind. Completely on purpose as he watched his mate push forward in their little race competition. Of course, his eyes lingered on her movements. Everything else around them didn't matter. Just watching her...making sure she was safe, and wouldn't be hurt. There was no way he knew what she was thinking, or the fact that she didn't feel comfortable at all. That she lost her liberty because she kept a simple promise to him. One that he didn't care for any longer. Some things happens in life, and that included heartbreak. If Alabastersnow was tired of him, so be it. He couldn't force her to be with him. Whereas, Asterflame felt that she owed him for her sister's mistake. Now, if she wanted to be his mate, obviously Bluespark wasn't going to let the opportunity slip from his paws.
He refused to allow himself to pick up speed. After all, this was more for Asterflame than himself. She looked like she needed a break, and Bluespark admittedly just wanted some alone time with her. Without any unwanted company that could ruin their moments. So, he suggested a race, as she suggested they got to the border. Alabastersnow had pulled Azulheart away, for Starclan only knows why. Albeit Bluespark was not complaining. He fled after his mate, feeling the wind ruffle his sleek pelt. Soft laughter erupted from his muzzle, despite him not really caring about the ideal of fun. It was Asterflame who loved to play, like the little kit she was. If Bluespark was being honest, he didn't want her acting like a kit. She was a warrior now, and warriors did not play. They had a future to tend to. To plan. Bluespark did not want to feel completely like the bad guy, so he allowed her to romp around for a little bit.
Asterflame was such a...good girl. He had to praise her for that. She did little to upset him, and when she did, she usually corrected herself. She was nothing like Azulheart with his slick attitude. Alabastersnow was going to have much of a problem dealing with that no good tom. Now that Bluespark felt that he had Asterflame's complete love and devotion...even if she called another Tom handsome. Just the thought alone made him narrow his eyes, and keep his claws scraping the ground as to not pin his mate against it. His anger may get in the way most times, but he truly did love Asterflame. She was his world, the center of his affections...he didn't want to hurt her. He made himself believe he wasn't going to hurt her.
Yet, that indescribable feeling of knowing she was attracted to that grey excuse of a cat, rubbed him the wrong way. It rubbed him as if he wasn't good enough for Asterflame. He would never be enough for her. Azulheart had all the smarts, all the compassion, all the undeniable beauty - even when he was flaked with horrendous, hideous scars. Even that idiotic smirk still made him irresistible. It was like poison building in his heart, and each thought made him want to take his fury out on the closest thing to him.
As they stopped, Asterflame coming to a halt made Bluespark do the same thing. He didn't want to run into her and hurt her.
"Of course, you won." The race wasn't the only thing she won. His heart as well, no matter how cliched that sound.
"Good job. I suppose you want an award now, do you?" Bluespark chuckled, his gaze never leaving the blue feline in his presence. Unlike Alabastersnow who wanted to drain the living life out of her mate, Bluespark simply wanted to keep Asterflame in control. He wanted her to love him, care for him, and simply live the life that he planned for the both of them. Without any faults, or changed in demeanor from his own mate.
Bluespark finally paid his attention to what was left of the Syndicate. Which was nothing at all.
"So they're really gone, huh?" His voice was hushed, almost at the point that he was between confused and surprised. He never thought the Syndicate would leave, but there was not a clue of life on the other side.
"I wonder where they all could had gone." He muttered, then sighed. It was no point in caring where those monsters scampered off to after the battle. All that mattered was his alone time with the queen of his life. He would give her love like no other, making her the envy of the entire Skyclan for how spoiled rotten he was going to treat her. Well, as long as she stayed on his good side, then she would get prizes. And, his prizes was heavy affection.
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