FG x PS fic

[Dove]

I decided to write a fanfic of two of our own WS characters. Namely, Foxglove and Pepperstorm and their forbidden love. It does have song lyrics, but those are to go along with something that is happening between the two and then with another character who has fallen for Pepper. [New character, not on here.]



....On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light....


What to do? she wondered, I'm in love with someone that is not of my clan. "No one must know," the firey female spoke aloud.


...The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight....


Someone spied upon the forbidden pair, eyes full of malice. Racing with the wind beneath her paws, the hate-filled cat ran to tell someone. Their leader.


....So now we fly ever free, we're free before the thunderstorm....

The pair sat in contented silence, the sound of the wind in the trees lulling their love into the deepest reaches of eternity. "Pepperstorm?" the flame pelted one asked, her voice slightly subdued.
"Yes, Foxglove?" the brown tabby tom quitely replied.
"Why is this love forbidden?" Foxglove murmured her burning question.
"Because we are not of the same Clan," Pepperstorm returned simply. Foxglove shook her head slowly. Her green eyes flashed a little bit of anger as she did so, but her body relayed nothing.
"That's not what I meant," she mewed, "Other than that. Why should inter-Clan love be wrong? I mean, we're not the first." Pepperstorm was taken aback. He knew that they weren't the first, but he had never felt the need to speak it out loud.

....Through the fire and the flames we carry on....

The she-cat raced into camp, her sides heaving as she took deep gulps of air. She had ran as fast as she could back to her home. Should she? Should this one cat hurt the one she loved? Yes. Her mind was made up, she would rat out the two at the stream in no-cat's land. "Featherstar!" she yowled, her voice shaking as well as her body.

....As the red day is dawning, and the lightening packs the sky....

"Foxglove," Pepperstorm's voice was hushed, "Our ancestors knew that the clans were supposed to be separate. They all shared their differences and so do our clans today." Foxglove looked embarrased, her flaming pelt turning brighter as her body heated up with anguish. It was a stupid question, but it had been burning at her tail for ages.
"Pepper,"she murmured to him. It was her "pet"name for him. "I know all of the tales of ThunderClan and their mixed blood. I also know that we are their descendants. But I also know that love is never wrong!" Her firey temper flared and she was on her paws. "How else could I have known that you were for me?" she begged him silently to understand her.

....They raise their hands [paws] to the heavens above with resentment in their eyes....

"Featherstar!" the mysterious she-cat called again. The leader came bounding out of her den, eyes wide with concern.
"Cygnuswing!" she shouted, "Silence yourself!" The leader slowed to a trot and stood above the newest warrior. "What brings you here so swiftly and urgently?"

....Running back through the midmorning light, there's a burning in my heart....

"StarClan," Pepperstorm growled, "They never meant for us to happen. It just did." His eyes betrayed more than he was letting on. Foxglove stared at him, her mouth slightly open. She was speechless for once. "Dear Fox," he sighed, "I didn't mean it that way." The orange cat turned away.
"Pepper," she hissed, "I'm.....I don't know what to say."

....In you darkest dreams you do believe our destiny is tied....

"Pepperstorm," she managed to say, "Is....not hunting.....like he told you...." Her breathing was still ragged and harsh. "He...is at the....stream.....with another cat...." her voice died before she could say which clan.
"This is no concern of mine," Featherstar spat and turned away. Her steps were careful and measured, something was bothering Cygnuswing.....but what was it?

....And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality....

"What do you mean?" the tom asked, his eyes narrowed quizzically. The she-cat looked him in the face, all joking gone from her soft features.
"I wasn't just going to up and tell you," her voice was soft, "But I guess since the mouse is already gone. I'm having........" Foxglove quit talking and sat down, her tail curled around her paws. Pepperstorm noticed something different abour her figure. It was no longer the slim, sleek, streamlined flame he remembered. It was rounder in her belly.
"Kits?!" he gasped.

*Author's notes:
Cygnus is part of the scientific name for Swans.
Shadowstar is dead, leaving Featherstar (his mate) as the sole leader of AirClan.
I have made the clans the distant descendants of the original four clans. ThunderClan = FireClan, WindClan = AirClan, ShadowClan = EarthClan, RiverClan = WaterClan
This is just the first part. The lyrics are from "Through The Fire and Flames" by Dragonforce.

[Dove]

Part II

"Pepperstorm?" Foxglove mewld his name with a silent plea. Her green eyes were bursting with emotion, concern and fear. The fire pelted cat didn't know much about her mate, other than the fact that he was from AirClan and trained under his leader. "Are you mad at me for not telling you?"
"No," he replied, his voice shaking, "I'm only mad at myself for not realizing it sooner." Pepperstorm turned to face Foxglove, having been facing his paws and the ground.
"How could you have known?" she was completely astonished. How could he have known? Was she showing that much? "It's only been a few weeks!" Foxglove gasped.

....How can we win, when fools can be kids?....

"Featherstar wait!" Cygnuswing shouted, forcing her weary body to trot after her.
"What is it this time, child?" the leader groaned. It was her duty to listen to them, but the now elderly leader was tiring of this certain warroir.
"Pepperstorm isn't just with any cat," the she-cat's voice had grown softer, but was still full of loathing, "He's with a FireClan she-cat!"

....Don't waste your time or time will waste you....

"A few weeks?" the tabby tom gasped, "Has anyone noticed your absences?" Foxglove shook her head as she lay back down against the ground.
"I've used the same excuse I always have," her voice was light, "'I need to think. I'll be back before sundown.'"
"And they gulp it down?" Pepperstrom sounded confused, "Wouldn't they suspect something?" The orange cat's chuckle became a rumbling purr.
"Of course they do," Foxglove continued to purr, "I've been thinking alone since I was just a kit." The tom didn't seem as amused as his mate was.
"Won't they suspect something when your kits really start to show?" his voice took on a deadly serious and calm tone.
"I've already found someone to help," she tilted her head slightly, thinking of the tom she had chosen to be her kits' "father", "But I've told him that I was forced into it. He agreed to claim them."

....No one's gonna take me alive, the time has come ot make things right.....

"FireClan, are you sure?" the leader took a sharp intake of air, her legs suddenly threatening to fail her.
"I smelled their stink as soon as I smelled Pepperstorm," the younger cat said matter-of-factly, "I've been following his scent for a moon now, but I've never followed it father than the border. He's very good at disguising his trail." Cygnuswing smiled slightly as she complimented him, but Featherstar was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to notice her former apprentice's emotions toward Pepperstorm.
"He shall be dealt with when I find out if this is true," the golden tabby hissed, "For now, you shall be confined to camp."

....You and I must fight for our right, you and I must fight to survive....

"Who?" Pepperstorm begged, but was cut off as a familiar scent drifted passed his nose.

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Part III

"Why am I confined to camp?" the white warrior growled indignantly, "Pepperstorm is the one with another clan." The elderly leader lashed her tail for silence.
"You are the one who came to me," she commented lightly, "I have yet to hear Pepperstorm's side of the story." Cygnuswing continued to grumble as she padded heavily away from her former mentor.
"Pepperstorm!"

--

The flame-pelted female had long since left the stream and had head back to her clan. Her mate had insisted upon her leaving and getting some rest. She had been indignant about it, but went anyways. She did have kits to worry about and the distance from FireClan to the Stream where they met was great. Pepperstorm had also insisted on feeding her. The vole was not the biggest of the springtime creatures, but sated her hunger until she reached the entrance to the camp.

--

"Cygnuswing," Pepperstorm didn't sound all that surprised. Behind his eyes was a flurry of emotion that threatened to break out. His grim resolve was to not meet Foxglove until after she kitted and was healthy enough to make the journey.
"Where have you been?" she asked, feigning innocence. The snow white warrior looked rather pleased with herself.
"Out hunting," the tabby replied, his mouth obviously showing that he hadn't caught anything. Pepperstorm brushed passed Cygnuswing and padded to the warriors den. An evil grin showed itsself on her face, a mask of determination to have him for herself.

--

"Foxglove!" a tom called from the freshkill pile, "Come and join us." Smilign sweetle to her friend, the firey warrior padded over to join him.
"How are you, Birdsong?" she asked, giggling inwardly at his feminine name.
"I am doing marvelous now that you are home," the blue-grey male smiled, "How are your kits?" His hazel eyes were filled with genuine worry.
"They are growing, as expected," her green eyes twinkled as she spoke. Reaching down to the freshkill, she selected and thrush and began to eat.
"You should go see Shadowmark," Birdsong commented, "You've been walking around too much for a queen." Foxglove made a scoffing noise through a mouthful of thrush. "I'm serious, Foxglove," he retorted, "Walking can't be good for our kits."
"Fine," she spat, "I'll go see Shadowmark. Can I eat my thrush in peace now?" Birdsong stood up, looking quite abashed, and padded away.

--

Pepperstorm had since fallen asleep, but was awakened by the feeling of another body against his. "Who is it?" he mumbled sleepily. There was no reply, so he opened his eyes more. It wasn't who he had hoped it would be. A bright white shape stood out in the dark gloom of the den. Now fully awake, Pepperstorm lept to his paws in alarm. "Cygnuswing!" he whisepered loudly. The other responded with a sleepy groan and rolled over. Shaking his head, the tabby tom stepped out of the den and sat. The FireClan scent had been washed away by his careful tounge, but Pepperstorm longed to smell Foxglove's forest scent once more. Waling over to the freshkill pile, he grabbed a small mouse and began to eat. Soon, the whole clan began to stir as the sun began to peek into camp.
"Pepperstorm," a female voice called. The tom turned around to come nose-to-nose with the leader, Featherstar.
"Oh," he said as he backed away, "Yes, Featherstar?" The she-cat eyed him carefully. If Cygnuswing's suspicions were correct, then he would have to be delt with. But how to bring it up?
"You are leading the dawn patrol," Featherstar said simply, "Bonesplinter and Wolftail shall accompany you." As soon as she finished, Featherstar padded away. Oh well, she thought, I'll bring it up later.

--

Foxglove awoke in a cold sweat, her heart pounding, her eyes wide in terror, and her fur fluffed out. She stood shakily on her paws, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"What is it, Foxglove?" came the gentle meow of Duststorm as her kits began to stire. The orange cat looked over as the adrenaline began to subside.
"Nightmare," she murmured, "I dreamt that I was being attacked as I had my kits. It was horrible." The elder queen purred softly and nodded her head knowingly.
"Don't worry," she purred, "You're safe in the camp." Foxglove shook her head as she sat down in her nest.
"That's just it," she murmured, fear tainting her voice, "I wasn't in the camp or the nursery." Her eyes widened as she recalled the nightmare. "I was out in the forest by the Spooky Stream and I was waiting for something. But hte kits began to come so I ws helpless. A white blur appeared and I couldn't defend myself or my kits." Foxglove crouched into the nest and began to sob. "The white warrior killed me and left my kits to die."
Duststorm looked to her nestmate quizically. "But it was just a dream, right?" she wondered, her heart going out to her young friend.

--

On the dawn patrol, Pepperstrom got a chance to clear his head. Finding Cygnuswing next to him when he awoke was entire to convienent on her part. He recognised her strange scent as soon as it blew across her nose.
"Pepperstorm," a tom whispered, "Come and look at this." Furrowing his brow, the tom padded over to where his clanmate indicated. An unfamiliar scent washed over him.
"What is it?" he asked, "It can't be EarthClan."
"No, it smells like a rouge," the dark grey cat growled, "Should we follow the scent?"
Pepperstorm's companions looked to him expectantly. "We will finish patrolling the borders and remark them," the tabby said as his friends looked crestfallen, "Then we shall follow the trail."

--

"Shadowmark," a strong voice called, "Can queens take something to help them sleep? Like poppy seeds?"
The medicine cat shook her head. "No," she replied, "Why do you ask?"
The tom sighed heavily as he thought of how to word his answer. "Foxglove has been having nightmares, according to Duststorm," he whispered, "The poor girl is afraid for her life. She won't step foot out of the nursery anymore."
Shadowmark looked puzzled. "Nightmares, huh?" her voice was barely a whisper in the wind, "About what I wonder?" The she-cat's voice grew stronger as Birdsong opened his mouth to explain. "Nevermind, I'll ask her myself."

--

After patrolling the rest of the AirClan border, the small dawn patrol padded back to the strange scent. Pepperstorm began to sniff the area that Wolftail had pointed out.
"Are you sure that it can't be a rouge?" Wolftail asked, her brow wrinkled in thought.
"No," Bonesplinter growled in his gravelly voice, "The scent in itself smells like a clan, but not one from here." Pepperstorm's ears flattened. Foxglove semmed to be taking on his scent, but did their combined smells act like a clan's? He wasn't completely sure, but if his mate was discovered...well...he didn't want to think of the repercussions.
"Maybe there's a new clan invading?" Wolftail volunteered.

"Maybe indeed, AirClan."