[☆] Corvidstorm's Heart | A Warriors Fanfiction [☆]

☆1 - It's just a cold.☆

Ever since Corvidstorm had been born, everyone had urged him to get a mate. His mother, Marigoldpelt, had been trying to couple him to Pearleaf his entire life, as she was the prettiest she in the clan and their kittens would be born with 'The perfect genetics!'
The only thing that would be 'imperfect' about Corvidstorm would be an ugly scar on his right cheeck. Never you mind, that scar earned him his warrior name - he got it from a fox he defeated. He was proud of it, but his mother almost had a breakdown when he came back into camp, tired but head heaved high, smiling proudly.

Corvidstorm wasn't even sure if Pearleaf liked him, but he knew one thing;

He didn't like any of the she's Shadowclan had in store for him.

Not that he was picky, don't get me wrong, he just didn't feel that 'spark' his mother kept telling him about. He didn't want to be mates with Pearleaf if he couldn't return the love she would give him. That wouldn't be fair for either of the two cats.

×

It was a sunny morning, but the weak rays didn't do much to keep the cats warm from the oncoming leaf-bare.

Corvidstorm sniffed his running nose, padding out of the warrior den. He had a cold, but nothing bad. Just a bit of a hoarse voice and an itch in his throat. Nothing that could keep him from his duties as warrior.

Marigoldpelt thought differently of that. She'd take any excuse to make sure Corvidstorm wouldn't leave the camp gladly.
She raced toward him, skipping over Goosestep who was trying to make her do a hunting patrol.

"Oh my poor baby! You should head to the medicine den immediately, you can't go out with that sniffy nose of yours!" She meowed. You sound like you're the one with the cold here. Corvidstorm thought, annoyed. He looked over at his clanmates, who were all staring at him.

Stop it mother, you're embarrassing me! I'm a fully-fledged warrior for Starclan's sake!

His mum was examing him worriedly, as he took a step back. "Mother please. It's just a cold. Look," He peered at the cats that Goosestep was dividing into patrols.
It seemed Duckbelly had a cold too, be he actually looked sick. He was thin, had a constant running nose and looked as if he hadn't slept in two sunrises. "Why don't you go tell Duckbelly to go to Squirrelwhisker? He looks much worse then me." He told his mum.

Marigoldpelt turned to look at Duckbelly. "Tch, he's fine. He's not as precious and as important as you are, Squirrelwhisker doesn't need to waste any herbs on him." She sneered.

Corvidstorm was taken aback by his mother's vicious words. "You can't seriously think that! If you're not going to tell him, I will." He rushed past his mum and padded up to Duckbelly.
"Hey Duckbelly?"
"Hm?" Duckbelly sniffed.
"You're not looking too fit, I think you should maybe stop by Squirrelwhisker." He told Duckbelly.

Duckbelly's brows furrowed. "Psh. I don't need advice from a cat that wanes himself on the shaderock already." He snapped. Corvidstorm flattened his ears.
"I didn't mean it like that, I was just-"
Duckbelly lashed his tail.
"Save your excuses, I don't want them." He stood up and padded away, joining the border patrol.

Now Corvidstorm was the only cat on the clearing, together with Goosestep.
Goosestep dipped his head.
"It's not your fault. Some cats wish they looked like you," She flicked her ear. "Me included." He added, then she chuckled.
Corvidstorm gaped at her.

But I can't help I'm handsome! I wish I wasn't. All these cats are either in love with me or they envy me. I don't actually have any friends.

"Anyway," Goosestep continued. "Since I already set up every patrol, You're free this morning. You can lead the sunhigh border patrol, if you'd like?" She asked Corvidstorm.
He nodded in response, and turned to settle down at the edge of camp.

His mother started to walk over to him again.
"Hey dear. You haven't entered the medicine den yet," She sat down by him and narrowed her eyes. "That's what you're going to do, right now." Ah great. I don't want Squirrelwhisker to waste any herbs on me. He turned his head to his mother, who was still looking at him with narrowed eyes. If I don't go by myself, she's going to practically shove me into the medicine den.

He stood up. "Fine." He made his way to the other side of the camp, where the medicine den was located. Pushing himself through the barrier of vines, he could feel Marigoldpelt's eyes burning in his back.
Squirrelwhisker turned around and purred when she saw Corvidstorm. "Hey! What can I do for you?" She asked. Corvidstorm flicked his ear and shook his head. "Nothing really. I have a bit of a cold, but Marigoldpelt thinks I should get a treatment for it." Squirrelwhisker nodded, understanding. "She's just worried about you. The best I can do for you is give you some honey for a sore throat. I don't have any herbs for your cold, sorry."

She turned around a returned with a bit of moss in clenched in her jaw. The obvious scent of honey was wafting from the piece, and Corvidstorm's mouth started to water a bit.

"Here you go," Squirrelwhisker purred, as she put the piece of moss down. "It's not much, we only have a very limited supply of honey and I need to be careful with it."
Corvidstorm nodded his head in response, and bent down to lick the honey from the moss.

"Where's Thistlepaw?" He asked between licks. Squirrelwhisker's ears turned towards him, and she opened her mouth to awnser his question. "Thistlepaw is out to find some catmint for me. We need to stock up a bit in case we'll have greencough this leaf-bare."

When he was finished, he purred a thanks to Squirrelwhisker and walked out of the medicine den just in time for the first hunting patrol to enter the camp.

He looked at them, figuring out who the cats were. Pearleaf, Chestnutfur, Heathertail and Beetleeye. They'd caught plenty of prey  and were adding it to the freshkill pile. He trotted over, and picked up a freshly caught, chubby frog with the idea in mind to go give it to Pebbleheart.

"Hey, you don't need that! You haven't hunted yet!" Corvidstorm turned around, ears pricked, to see who was calling out to him.
Chestnutfur was padding over to him, whiskers twitching angrily. "Give that to me," he demanded. "I'm going to give it to Pebbleheart, because she needs food more rather then a fat and well-fed warrior like you." He sneered.

"Calm down Chestnutfur, for Starclan's sake! I was going to give it to Pebbleheart, idiot." Corvidstorm hissed, muffled by the prey in his mouth.

Chestnutfur's eyes only became a bit less dark. "Fine then. Hurry up, though because-"

Beetleeye interrupted him. "Who are you to sneer at my son? You're talking to the most probable next clanleader! Shut your jaw."
Clanleader? I don't want to be the clan's next leader! Corvidstorm narrowed his eyes. He gave Chestnutfur an apologetic look, (wich was returned by an angry glare) before he stalked away.

"Here Pebbleheart." He dropped the frog in front of the old she.
"Awhhh, you shouldn't have! But thanks Corvidstorm." Pebbleheart purred.
Corvidstorm smiled -"No problem!"- and walked away again.
It was sunhigh by now, so he could leave with the patrol soon. He walked over to Goosestep and sat down by her, waiting for Goosestep to tell him who he was going to patrol with.