Color Me Jealous

Prologue - Dawnsky POV

 * "I can't love you anymore."
 * I stared at Whitepelt, shocked. What? What was he saying??? He promised me!
 * "I thought you wanted to be with me forever!" I snapped. I felt the fire rush through my veins. How dare he do this to me, after all we've been through? We'd never actually mated, but we'd been together like we had for one whole leaf-bare!
 * "I did, Dawnsky." Whitepelt mewed, his extremely long white fur blowing in his eyes.
 * "Where did that go?"
 * "With...."
 * I felt my nose flare. "Who?"
 * He turned his head away, looking at a tree, and then glancing up at the moon. He sighed. "With...Flowerpetal."
 * I felt like I could throw up. My best friend? Whitepelt, my mate, had fallen in love with my best friend?
 * "These things happen," he whispered.
 * I leered at him. "Why?"
 * He chuckled slightly, though I didn't find this funny. "Instinct. Come on, Dawnsky, it's not like we're sworn together for eternity."
 * "Might as well have!" I growled. "And with my best friend? Does she accept this?"
 * He looked at me, confused, as though, Why should I tell you?. "Ask her yourself."
 * "Whatever," I retorted, then padded away, flames following my pawsteps. Flowerpetal would pay.
 * Oh yes, she would pay.

Chapter 1 - Flowerpetal POV

 * Why are you looking at me like that? Is what I wonder when I see all those icy glares. What, just because Whitepelt moved on, I'm the enemy? I know what they've been saying about me, but is it honestly my fault? We're cats. We can't help who we fall for. Doesn't Dawnsky understand that?
 * I overheard Dawnsky talking to my old friend, Larkpaw, yesterday. After I became a warrior, I don't know, I just....moved on from my apprentice friendships and became friends with the warriors.
 * "I don't know why you were ever friends with her, Larkpaw. She's a backstabbing monster."
 * Maybe Dawnsky didn't know I was on the other side of this hedge. Or maybe she did. I don't know. But Larkpaw did look concerned.
 * "What could she possibly have done?" She mewed.
 * "She took away everything I'd ever cared about," She said snarkly.
 * Why Dawnsky was telling Larkpaw, the cat she never talked to, this, is unknown to me. But I do know this: everyone else was tired of Dawnsky complaining over natural things. Maybe Dawnsky needed a new set of ears.
 * Everyone knows Dawnsky's out to get me. At least she's not the violent type, that would lash out at her Clanmates. At least, I hope she's not.
 * What if, in a battle, she "accidentally" attacked me? It would be too easy! Of course, I still look like an apprentice even though I've been a warrior for two moons. I'm easily mistaken as an apprentice, and she would certainly be able to tell it was me.
 * The really sad thing is I thought that me and Dawnsky were friends. Good friends even. Maybe best friends. And I really liked her. Next to my old best friend, Larkpaw, Dawnsky was the best friend I'd ever had. She's fun and funny, and we have the same taste in things (even toms, as it turns out), and I'd hoped we could be friends for a long time. I'd even wanted her to try and help me become leader someday....
 * "Didn't you think she'd get mad when you stole her mate?" Amber-eyes asked me the other day. She looked at me, Like, duh, how mouse-brained are you, Flowerpetal?
 * But the truth is I didn't think Dawnsky would care that much. "I told you, Whitepelt told me they were over with." I told Amber-eyes in a most convincing tone. "He said she knew that they were history."
 * "That's not what Dawnsky said." Amber-eyes was giving me her no-nonsense look. You'd better not lie to me! Is what her wide amber eyes seemed to say. Now, Amber-eyes is the type of cat who doesn't put up with anything. And she's really gorgeous too. I mean, this she-cat really turns heads.
 * Back to me. The really hard part about this latest brouhaha is that I'm the newest warrior in WindClan, next to Ashwing, who became a warrior only about three sunrises ago. Although, she's really popular already and gets by with a lot of screw-ups. Like, she gets moss, ya know, for the elders? And it's soaking wet, right? Well, the elders dismiss that. They let her get by with it. And when I accidentally bring back some slightly damp moss, they freak out and yell at me and I get punished. I mean, I feel like I have to prove myself to these valiant warriors on pretty much a daily basis. And every warrior does sometimes, but me? It's just not fair.
 * And it doesn't help that all the prissy warriors are siding with Dawnsky on this. But Amber-eyes is keeping neutral ground, but that might be only because she's deputy, and Ashwing is shockingly siding with me. Who would've thought? We were both apprentices at the same time, but we had a strong rivalry. I mean, Ashwing really liked Larkpaw. But Larkpaw didn't want to be friends with her. And we all know how that turns out.
 * "What should I do?" I asked Amber-eyes. "Should I tell Whitepelt that I think Dawnsky is right now?"
 * "I'm not about to go there," she murmurs, "But you and Dawnsky had better work this out before another battle. We can't have two Clanmates ripping each other's fur out."
 * I force my brightest, most fake smile. "I'm trying, Amber-eyes, I really am. But Dawnsky won't even speak to me."
 * "Well, give her time to chill." Amber-eyes rolled her big eyes dramatically. She looked at me like I was personally responsible for the morale of the entire Clan. She looked up at the leader, who was beckoning her. "Well, I gotta go. Me and Duskstar have business to take care of."
 * I wish I had said something more convincing. I mean, I could really use someone like Amber-eyes on my side right now. Ashwing is popular, but she doesn't measure up to the deputy. The truth is, I feel pretty lonely right now. Even Larkpaw is treating me like a haughty fox these days. But at least I have my Whitepelt.
 * I can't deny I've had somewhat of a crush on Whitepelt ever since I was born. He was Whitepaw back then, but he's extremely handsome. I mean, those big, leaf green eyes are so beautiful....
 * Of course, Whitepelt doesn't have a clue that I used to be infatuated with him. Mostly he didn't even know I existed, since I was still a, you know, nobody. And that just hurts. Of course, I never told a single cat any of this. I didn't even tell Larkpaw. I guess that when you're trying to get something, you keep your prey close, as my father would say. Say, whenever I was hanging with Dawnsky, and Whitepelt was around, I'd act laid back, like, I could take you or leave you, Whitepelt. I can literally fight battles without you. After all, you've seen me in training boughts when I was an apprentice, haven't you?
 * Maybe I'm just one of those cats who learn things the hard way.

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Chapter 2 - Flowerpetal POV

 * "Why don't you kill her with kindness?" My father, Rainfall, asked me when we were sharing a red cardinal that same day.
 * "Huh?" Now, me and Rainfall had been talking about Dawnsky, and that shows just how desperate I truly am. But I felt sure I missed something. What did he mean?
 * "I'm only saying you should be so nice to her she can't help but forgive you."
 * I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, like that'd work."
 * "Well, just be so kind to her whatever bad feelings she has just die and fade away. Kill her with kindness, Flowerpetal."
 * My mother had died when I turned five moons old from a ShadowClan attack, so it was natural I was closest to Rainfall. But I did consider this idea, as I walked away to go on a hunting patrol, who, as luck would have it, was made up of me, Dawnsky, Amber-eyes, and Ashwing. Oh, and this weird little apprentice-tom dude, Runningpaw, who's mentor was - and I'm rolling my eyes - Dawnsky.
 * As I was going over the hill to meet the patrol, I saw a single bright pink rose. Oh? Roses never grow out here. But this one apparently did, and it was beautiful! I could...uh...kill her with kindness, with that! But not yet. I'll leave it here while I go hunting.
 * When I caught up with the patrol, Dawnsky rolled her eyes. "It took you long enough to get here."
 * Runningpaw looked at us questionably, then yawned.
 * I shrugged. "Oh well." Though, inside, I found her horribly rude.
 * Suddenly, Dawnsky looked up. A rabbit was a couple of fox-lengths away. I saw Dawnsky staring at it with a glint in her eye. She dashed off quickly, killing it and dragging it back over here.
 * "I really liked your form," I said in a cheerful voice.
 * "Yeah," she said warily.
 * All three she-cats looked at me curiously. Even Runningpaw couldn't help but slightly stare.
 * "Did you learn it from Blazingstar?" Blazingstar had been the old leader, but died when Larkpaw was born. He had been her father, and her mother, too, had died in the raids. I felt slightly bad for her.
 * Dawnsky narrowed her eyes. "Maybe you'd like to steal that from me, too."
 * I nodded. "I guess I deserve that."
 * Amber-eyes looked like she was surpressing a smile now. Ashwing looked like she though I was totally losing it. And Runningpaw....looked like Runningpaw.
 * "But really, you did it great, Dawnsky." And then, I figured I'd better not lay it on too thick, and shrugged.


 * Later, I picked the rose and walked up to Dawnsky, who was eating the rabbit she'd caught. Selfish! Anyways, I brought it over and hid it behind my back.
 * "Mind if I eat with you?"
 * Dawnsky, who was paying in mind that there were other warriors around, lowered her eyes. She just shrugged.
 * "Kinda lonely eating by myself."
 * "How come you're not with Whitepelt?" I could hear the cutting edge in her voice.
 * Now I shrugged. "Hey, I've got a life, too." Okay, maybe it wasn't a 100 percent true, but it wasn't a lie, either!
 * "Fox dung! I've got a thorn in my paw." Dawnsky complained, shaking her right paw in the air like a mad cat.
 * "Here, let me help you." I said, then bit the thorn and pulled it out gently. Dawnsky looked uncomfortable. She muttered a barely audible "thanks".
 * All of the eating cats, not just, you know, us, were quiet. Maybe all of WindClan could feel the lightning-esque tension between me and Dawnsky. I could tell they were waiting for a cat-fight to break out between me and Dawnsky at any moment. I can see it now, all of them cheering (probably for Dawnsky) as the two of us rolled around on the soft, minty green grass, ripping at each other with tooth and claw. Thankfully, neither of us are really like that. At least, we haven't been so far.
 * "Look," I said to my friends, "Is it okay with everyone if me and Dawnsky end it?"
 * "Hey, that's what I'm hoping for," Amber-eyes meowed. "But, Dawnsky, is it okay with you?"
 * She sighed. "I'm thinking about it."
 * "Great," said Amber-eyes. "I know it would make me way more comfortable."
 * Somehow, we made it through the meal without any clawing or even name-calling, but my stomach felt like it was tied up in a hundred knots by the time I'd finished my meal of mostly uneaten prey. I felt bad, because a elder could've eaten it, but I didn't care at the moment.
 * After battle practice (Duskstar commands we all battle practice in case the awful ShadowClan incident happens again), I asked Dawnsky if I could talk to her in private.
 * Her eyes narrowed. "What? Are you going to try and murder me or something?"
 * I laughed. "Yeah, you bet, Dawnsky." Like 95 percent of the other cats, she was way larger than me.
 * Anyways, I think her curiousity got the best of her, and she let me pull her aside.
 * "I have something for you. It'll probably seem kinda lame, but maybe you could just consider it a peace offering. Like, you know, when Blazingstar would give RiverClan a few hill-lengths of land so they wouldn't attack."
 * She shrugged.
 * "I'm truly sorry for hurting you," I mewed. "Here." I went through a bush I'd put the pink rose in, and grabbed it with my teeth. I set it down in front of her. "You like?"
 * She looked at it then back at me. "Are you serious?"
 * I nodded.
 * "Wow."
 * I felt hope like fire surge through me. "So you like it?"
 * "Of course. But are you sure?"
 * "Yes, like I said, it's my way of saying sorry."
 * She almost smiled. "Well, thanks."
 * At least she accepted my gift, and I think we're on the road to recovery now. Cool!
 * I told Whitepelt about it when he talked to me tonight, and he thought I was crazy.
 * "You gave Dawnsky a pink rose? Where in StarClan's name did you find it?"
 * "I just wanted to do something to help her move on. And, that's my secret."
 * "Hey, I would've liked to see it."
 * I laughed. "Well, sorry, Whitepelt. But I guess it's partly your fault I made that sacrifice."
 * "You mean because I couldn't stay away from you?" He half-smiled. Awww.
 * "Yeah." I said. "Dawnsky told me she wouldn't have been so mad if you hadn't actually gotten....you know....near me so soon. Given her time to cool down, I mean."
 * "Don't be so sure," he replied. "I know Dawnsky. I could have waited a whole month and she still would've been furious. She's possessive like that."
 * "Well, I think the worst is over now."
 * And I really do. I actually think that Dawnsky and I will be able to be friends again. Anyway, I hope so. And I'll go out of my way to try and do that. Because, despite everything that's gone on, I really do love Dawnsky, and I wish that we could be best friends again. If we can only get past the Whitepelt thing. I think it would really help if she had a new mate. Now, who could the lucky tom be? I think I'll start making a list of possibilities.

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