Our time now. [ Heroine ]

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    I had just finished talking to the new guest in BlazingClan, Rainypaw, and now I felt terrible. I had asked her about my mother, and if she had seen her anywhere in the main-four-clans are. But, of course, she hadn't. Now I felt like I had zero chance of finding her.
    Wait...why did I want to find her? Maybe I wanted to find out about the clan I was supposed to be born in, or maybe I wanted to find about my father. Or maybe I wanted to find out about her, and why she had killed all of those cats and abanded me in the slaves' den.
    Or maybe I wanted to find out about all of those things.
    Guess it really didn't matter, because at that rate; I probably wouldn't find her anyway.


    [ fail post~ ]

    DarkIntentions had herself just finsihed inviting the two Riverclan adventurists into the clan. She was back onto the thought of Tatteredstar, having just explained to Coloredpaw exactly how evil her father was. The two she-cats had traveled eight days to discover their father, so they deserved to know without a sugar-coating.
    She spotted Flucht. God, anyone but Flucht. Her feelings for him were buried deep inside of her, rooted deep, but his ignorance was more painfull. She knew, she remembered how he'd heard her whisper that she loved him just before she passed into that god-awefull vision. And he seemed to ignore it, to pretend it wasn't there. So DarkIntentions had deemed that he did not feel the same way about her, and her heart ached as she saw him.
    She turned slightly, so that she wasn't facing them, and hoped that he wouldn't see her as she padded to the fresh-kill pile. Having changed course so she wouldn't have to face the only cat that in her mind she had left.

    Dammit mom, you f***ing suck! I thought as I plopped down near the edge of camp, turning my back towards the camp. Why'd you have to leve me here? Maybe I wouldn't be having all of these problems in my damn life if you hadn't ran off like a little pussy! A deep frown planted on my face, I looked down at the ground below me to see I was sitting right in front of a little puddle that had been made by the small shower that had happened early that morning.
    In the puddle, I saw myself. My well-groomed, well-feed, handsome and large self. That's not what I remember myself looking like the last time I actually got to see myself.
    Last time I checked, I looked like an ugly puny sack of scruffy fur and usless bones. The complete opposite of what my reflection told me that day. Looking back at what I looked like then, I wondered what Darkintentions ever saw in me. How could she ever think I would be any help to her in her rebellion?
    Most likely because she had been the only cat who had actually looked inside me. She had been smart enough to look past my terrible-looking state and into the brighter inside of me.
    That's the tom she had said she had been in love with that night I had gotten that flash back.
    The one I had been way back then; and the one I needed to be now.
    She really was the smarter one.

    DarkIntentions watched him out of the corner of her eye as she bent to lap water out of one of the many rain-water pools that had been made. They were both changed by the rebellion. He was no longer the scruggy tom, unsure of everything except his hatred of Blazingstar. Of his exasperated anger at his abandonment. Flucht; freedom. That was what she had named him, she'd named him freedom in another language.
    And that was what she was giving him right? Freedom from his fear and anger towards Blazingstar. Freedom from having to deal with DarkIntentions' love. DarkIntentions had saved his life when they had discovered Northernclan camp with the garlic, he had saved her from the unnamed being that wanted to kill DarkIntentions. Their debts were paid.
    Freedom.
    Freedom from the she-cat who didn't even recognize the tom she loved most, the she-cat who'd tried to kill him. She was doing him a favor wasn't she? She gazed at herself in the water, who would love her anyways? She had overthrown her own mother, and hadn't twitched a whisker in protest as Blazingstar begged for mercy. She had been stupid enough to abandon her own clan, and allow that b****** Tatteredpaw to take over.
    She was a coward. No one would love her, and she was freeing Flucht from her own self by doing this, wasn't she? She was doing him a favor by letting him ignore her feelings, right?

    [align=center]Looking closer at the reflection, I noticed something. Something I found very odd. Now, I did not remember much about my mother, but I did remember one thing about her. The way she looked.
    Foucousing harder on the picture of myself, I thought something. I looked angry like my mother had. I looked feirce like my mother had. I was my mother.
    The reflection was a lie. I was not my mother. I was nothing like her! I hadn't mindlessly murdered innocent cats! I'd killed only the ones that derserved it...right? I hadn't ripped an intire clan apart. I had brougt one together!
    Fustraited, I planted my left paw into the puddle, the muddy water splasing on me and all around me. Snorting, I spun away from the puddle to see Darkintentions, her back turns towards me.     [/cenrte]

    DarkIntentions jumped as she was starteld from her thoughts by the sound of a loud splash. She turned to see Flucht looking at her, splattered in mud.
    She stared at him mutely, trying to think of something to say, something that wouldn't sound stupid. And then she remembered, no- she was letting him go. Letting him go was what he wanted right? But she gazed at his amber eyes, feeling as if she was being torn in half. The anger on his face melded with the lost feeling in his eyes. And DarkIntentions felt the smallest of silent sighs, this was what he looked like when she first met him. "Hello, Flucht." she said softly.

    At the sight of her surprised face, I loosened up my tightened muscles and my angry gaze, trying to relax a bit. Oh crap, Darkintentions had been there the whole time! And I looked like, well, crap; with my fur all messed up and muddy. And I had looked at her with such an angered and annoyed face...
    My chances of ever getting Darkintentions as a girlfriend? 0. Just like the percentage of my chance of ever finding my mother. Zero.
    "I-uh-oh-" I tried to start, my words tripping over one another as they tumbled out of my mouth. "H-Hey, Darkintentions..."

    DarkIntentions could't help but smile as he stumbled over his words. He looked like he felt as if she had just caught him murdering someone, guilty and surprised. She smiled at him, not a fake smile, but a genuine smile.
    "What've you been up to?" she asked, as if completely comfortable. As if she didn't notice his forced relaxation, he really must not like her at all. Her chances with him were a negative number of 1-10.

    [align=center][font=georgia]"Well...ya know. the usual..." I replied, trying to turn my fake relaxation into a real one, but somehow I just couldn't.


    (Fail post)

    "Oh," she managed softly, the intense pain of her heart now a consistant, dull ache. Look at me Flucht, can't you see what you're doing to me? Surely you haven't forgotten, how I screamed your name in the flood? How I jumped in after when I can hardly swim? Do you remember, how I told you I loved you, how you cried because you thought you had killed me. Surely that meant something, you cannot tell me that meant nothing. she thought at him, willing him to understand. To feel the same way she did about him, but feel that way about her. She wondered if he even remembered her words, she wondered if he even cared.

    [align=center][font=georgia]Oh god, talking to Darkintentions was awkward, after that flash back thing and all. I remembered, freaking out when I thought that I'd killed her, and how I cried after she'd said she had loved me....
    Wait, Darkintentions had said she loved me. I had forgotten all about that, because of the thing with finding my mom, and that weird dream Darkintentions had gotten while being knocked out. Damn, she was just proving more and more that she was the smart one out of us.


    Shaking the mud of off my pelt, I looked Darkintentions in the eyes and said,
    "Remember that one day, that I thought I had killed you?"

    Her eyes lightened, slightly. DarkIntentions felt as if he had read her dreams, which were haunted by the screams of the unseen being chasing her, and the forboding warnings of Fallenkit. "Yes, I do." she said, looking at him. Willing him to say that he hadn't forgotten either.

    "You said that you loved me, right before you passes out. Am I right?" I asked, wanting to know if I had made up that part or not before telling her back, too.

    A faint glimmer, could be seen, in her bright blue eyes. She gazed at him steadily, and nodded silently.
    "You are right." she confirmed, her voice a whisper.

    This startled a laugh out of DarkIntentions, what had once been grief and depression was nw a bit of joy and giddy love. She gazed at him, "I've been wishing for you to say that for a very long time now Flucht, and I am so glad that my wishing was not in vain." she said, gazing at him, for the first tIme since her mother went crazy, she was truly, happy.

    [align=center][font=georgia]Suddenly, I felt my ears grow hot, embarrassment washing all over my body. Had I really just blurted out that I loved darkintentions? And had she really just accepted my stupidity? An embaressed smile on my face, I looked down at the ground and stuttered, "D-d-d-do you really li-like me?"

    A small smile played over DarkIntentions' maw. Hadn't they allready been over this? But she knew the uncertanty, she knew he just needed confirmation. DarkIntentions on the other hand, had known from the moment she saw his face after waking from that terrible vision. From the moment he admitted it, she had just been afraid of that if she felt certain of it he would change. "I mean it Flucht, I've meant it since the day I met you at the river." she said softly.

    "You've loved me th-that long?" I asked, feeling my ears grow even hotter, if that was even possible. Wow, so she had liked me from day one, even back when I was a little bag of skin and bones. I hadn't started like liking her since...well; a few moons ago. The first few moons I had known her, she had just been my best, and my only friend. I hadn't been worried about love back then. All I had really cared about was getting revenge on Devil, and saving everybody before they had ended up like I had, inprisioned, maybe even dead, for no reason. I guess we had saved them now, and hopefully, nobody like Devil or Taintedstar would come around and overthrow us.

    DarkIntentions' answer was only her smile. He was so embarressed, DarkIntentions didn't feel that though. She had no reason to; with her past emotions such as embarressment-and love- had to be pushed away. Nothing to make you vulnerable, so DarkIntentions had decided that one could only be humiliated or embarressed if they chose to suffer. DarkIntentions chose not to suffer from embaressment. "Yes, but we were apprentices then, there was no time to express any feelings other than loyalty and detirmination. We had cats to save, and a rebellion to organize, there could be nothing to distract us, so... I kindof ignored those feelings." she said.
    "When you got washed away in the flood... well, I was ready to leave the clan to Midnightstorm, but I didn't have that long to prepare a search party for you before Tatteredstar came into the picture."she said,