Is this my end or the beginning? (toms only, forbidden love accepted)

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    Snowy- incredibly beautiful white she-cat with extremely attractive, sparkling icy blue eyes, some fur covering her right eye and ice blue tints in fur, has black ears and a bright, light, soft pink nose.
    Personality- shy, quiet, soft-spoken, caring, gentle, and kind.
    Rank- Loner
    Picture- [img width=505 height=415]http://warriorcatsrpg.com/prof…ures/63685_1337987163.bmp[/img]


    Snowy was laying on the ground, gasping for breath, long claw marks going down her chest was bleeding heavily. She was dying, and she knew it... she was desparate for the pain to end... She grinded her teeth together as the wounds burned, she hated badgers now..

    Heath smelled blood. His fur rising, he followed it to a she cat, lying in a pool of her own blood. Without saying anything, he left to find cobwebs and marigold. When he returned, he applied th eherbs for her. His mother was a healer, and she had taught him a couple of useful things.

    She opened her eyes slowly, Snowy winced but didn't say anything.

    After he was finished, he gently lifted her onto his broad shoulders and set her down under tree roots, on a bed of moss. Lichen hung across the entrance, concealing it all except the sharp tang of blood. What did this?


    The scent of blood and pain was too strong for him to smell the attacker. He caught sight of a patch of fur, caught in a bramble thicket. Frickn' badgers...

    Snowy whispered, her voice quiet, fragil, yet soft, "Thank you..." She winced again slightly as she remembered the badger, she felt cold with the memory replaying in her mind.

    Heath had been traveling a lot that day. His legs ached and he slumped on the ground, against the tree. He waited till the stars shone overhead and as long as he could after that, but soon his eyelids slid down and he fell asleep.

    Snowy's eyes closed as she fell into a pain-induced sleep. Her wounds ached pitifully and she felt... broken. She felt like if she moved one centimenter she would just break in pieces. She drifted in and out of conscienceness.

    Heath got up early at dawn and hunted. He caught one rabbit, which was luckily plump, and a vole, which was skinny. He took the vole for himself and left the rabbit for the other cat.

    Her eyes opened slowly, at first she was confused then she remembered slowly. Snowy got up, stiff but the pain had ceased. Relieved, she padded over to the rabbit and ate it quickly. Her ears was perked, then she decided to lick the dried blood from her fur.

    She jumped then she turned to face him and said quietly, "Snowy..."

    Snowy said quietly, "Thank you for helping me."

    "What's your name?" Her ice blue eyes was more focused now on him.