Dimlight in the den

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    Dimlight slowly opened her eyes and blinked. She saw the comforting sight of the warrior's den around her and almost went back to sleep. Then the glaring light of the sun entered the den and she squinted, hissing in annoyance. She sighed, supposing that she could find someone to talk to today other than herself. But she felt uncomfortable looking at all the other cats. How should she start a conversation.


    She shook her head. Talking to others wasn't one of her best traits. She couldn't seem to trust anyone even enough to talk to them anymore. Talking meant you had to trust the cat talking to you not to stab you in the back as you turn away. That always seemed to happen over and over again in her mind. No, she couldn't talk to anyone. Not after what happened with her old mate, Bloodlight.


    "Mouse-brain," she cursed at herself quietly as she remembered the tom she used to love. Nothing like love could ever happen to her again. She just didn't feel it. She found that she couldn't feel anything much like love. No happiness, no joy. Just the everlasting pain of the glass splinter of betrayal digging it's way further into her heart. Her green eyes blinked into accusing slits. She curled up again trying to blink the burning light of the sun out of her eyes, but it was still there, burning under her eyelids until it burned so much she started to cry.

    Brackenshadow the handsome handsome ginger tom with a white chest, belly and paws with blue eyes. He stood at the entrance. His ginger fur glowing in the sunlight. He looked at Dimlight. He smiled then when to his nest.

    Dimlight heard the rustling of a cat entering the den and tuned her head so he couldn't see her tears. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to see her crying. She was the tough one. The one that wouldn't stand nonsense. She tucked her chin under her feathered black tail and closed her green eyes, trying to make the burning stop. It couldn't go on like this. Bloodlight would not ruin her whole life. He would just ruin the main part of it.


    But Bloodlight was so perfect. If you would notice the was. It was not more. It is no more. Never. No perfect warm amber eyes staring back at hers for nights on the hill with the golden sunset the same color as the amber in his eyes. Now there was only her dull green eyes. Not the same bright, bursting was excitement and life green as before.