Couples that should and shouldn't have Been

==(Should) Bluefur x Thrushpelt == Bluefur opened her eyes, stretching her sore back, remembering having to fight WindClan. They killed Moonflower many moons ago, they deserved it. She thought, hissing in anger when she remembered Hawkheart. She looked outside, blue eyes shining in the darkness. She tiptoed across the sleeping, snoring bodies, tails flickering, paws twitching in their slumber. She raced past Thistleclaw as he slept on his paws, guarding the camp as good as a mouse.

She raced too fourtrees, the moon shining bright as ever. She ran faster as she saw his body, reddish fur dim under the cover of the trees. His amber eyes glowed with happiness as he saw her racing torwards him. (Bluefur's POV now) I saw him light up, but I really wished I was back in my warm, mossy bed. "Bluefur, you came!" He mewed happily. "Yes, and I might be expecting kits." I said proudly. "That's great!" He said.

"They belong to Thrushpelt." I admitted, bristling when he began to sniff my belly. "What? But I can smell my scent." He said, confused. "They are his and his only! I don't love you!" I screeched, running back to Thrushpelt. I bumped into him. "I love you." We both said at once. We laughed, and 2 moons later I had his kits. Mistkit, Featherkit, and Ripplekit, in honor of Oakheart. I love them so much, but really, they do belong to Oakheart.

(Should) Rosetail x Oakheart
(Rosetail's POV) Bluefur glared at the reddish tom angrily, her eyes filled with disgust. ''Why can't we have anyone that handsome in our clan? ''I wondered, aloud. "Handsome? He's full of selfishness, that's what he is!" She snarled, her pelt full of fire. He was full of himself, I had to admit, but he was so handsome. "And we have a fiery she-cat glaring at me." Oakheart smirked, while every clan laughed. "What's he doing up there?" She growled.

"I have a very important message." He hissed. My head snapped back. "I love this cat named Bluefur. Will you be my mate." He asked. Jealousness passed through me. "No. I would NEVER be mates with a RiverClan scum." She hissed back, while RiverClan protested angrily, and the other clans snickered, agreeing with her. "They are so fat and sleek in leafbare while we are all starving to death. They're full of themselves." Thrushpelt followed her, after he mewed that.

I leaped up on highrock, and wove around him. "I'll be your mate." I whispered. "Yes, you will be a wonderful mate." He hissed, pushing me off. "I love you!" I called. "I love you too." He replied sweetly. When I died, my spirit floating up, I heard his growl, "Not." And I smiled, knowing deep down, him and Bluefur were meant to be. So I pushed her in the gourge. Revenge is sweet. My teeth gleamed in the dark forest, eyes glowing. "Revenge IS sweet." I hissed.