She-cat needs love... But isn't that impossible? (REAL TOMS ONLY!!)

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    Briarshade limped slowly through the misty clearing, not being able to see 2 foxlengths in front of her. The dog she had encountered had ripped most of the fur off her leg and she bled badly; though no other wounds were inflicted on her. She never trusted anyone: And she didn't think she would ever. Her beautiful dark brown- spotted pelt was matted with mud and blades of grass. She paused near the edge of the clearing to groom, hearing a bark and a hiss not too far off...


    Ooc: My icon will be what she looks like :) And PLEASE, actual toms only!!!!

    "What are you doing here? I thought the forest clans kept to their territories? I don't welcome rogues either, you know!" Belief hissed again, his amber eyes blazing.


    He remembered, all to well, when a she-cat had tricked his into trusting her. She had been beautiful, her soft blue-grey fur, and playful green eyes dancing. She had deceived him, pulled him out of his clan, ValleyClan. He had endured all the eyes of hatred, disbelief and hostility, for what? To risk his life? The she-cat, River, was her name, had taken all he had, and had nearly killed him.

    Greystorm looked at the wounded she-cat, and it was a nasty one too. So he slowly got out of the bushes and padded up to her, his grey fur gleaming, and his dark blue gaze full of sympathy. " are you ok, what happened" he asked.

    Briarshade glared helplessly at the amber-eyed tom. She knew that if he attacked her, she wouldn't be able to defend herself. "I'm just stopping for a moment to rest!" She hissed. "I'm no threat to you. Now leave me alone!" As the the other tom walked up, she muttered. "I'm fine, and I was attacked by a dog.."

    Briarshade slowly got up, wincing in pain from her wounds. "Yea, let's go.." She leaned on him as they walked away, but she looked behind her at the other tom..

    :don't worry about him" he meowed and they walked to a sheltered place under a willow tree. " lay here" he meowed pointing to a nice mossy area.

    Her eyes looked him over, since it was hard to get her trust. Yet still she lied down where he directed her. "I-I'm Briarshade.." She murmured, suddenly getting very tired. His handsome figures started to make her feel warm and she stopped thinking about the attack.

    "my, name is Greystorm" he meowed back, smiling. then he looked up and climbed the tree. Then in 5 seconds he came back down holding cob webs. Then pressed it on her wound, soaking up the blood. " I may know a few things a medicine cat does" he said, looking into her eyes.

    Her heart felt like it had skipped a beat but she tried to hide it. "W-Well I don't need help taking care of myself, you know," She muttered, starting to get up but wincing in pain from her wounds.

    "no, it's ok" he meowed. Then he took a piece of moss and padded up to a small pond nearby. And came back with it soaked in water. " here drink this" he meowed.

    She hesitated for a moment, looking at him then the moss, then slowly lapped up the water. She sighed in relief as her strength came back. "Err, thanks..." She muttered. She shifted uneasily and looked at him.

    Greystorm gave a curt nod. Then took the cob webs off of her. "can you lick your wounds" he asked, thinking it would be akward if he licked them.

    "Oh.. Oh, yeah, sure.." She bent down and licked all her wounds. After they were all soothed she looked back up at him. "They're much better now." Briarshade got up and started to walk away.....

    " ok, I will be right back" he meowed then padded off to find prey. When he was far enough so Briarshade wouldn't hear " why did I have to plead" he growled to himself " I probably looked like a kit begging for milk".
    He shook his head and started hunting. He killed a mouse and two voles. He padded back to Brirshade. Then dropped them by her " here eat one of two" he meows and picks up one of the voles.

    Briarshade sighed, remembering the attack. "Well I used to live on a farm... But in a barn where the dogs couldn't hurt me. But one day my curiosity got the best of me and I left the barn, where a dog waited for me.We fought and I barely escaped with my life."