Stone Cold (Songfic)

Stone Cold
Stone cold

Stone cold

You see me standing

But I'm lying on the floor

Lilypaw hopped from leaf pile to leaf pile hoping to see her father come back from his regular hunting patrols. Her belly rumbled, but she silently ordered it to stay quiet, fore her father would bring back something good for her to eat. Only the feelings in her heart were foggy and blind. Her father was not perfect. He would never see past the gleaming quiet flowers. In other words, he would never see the true "love" behind Sparrowtail's eyes. Ever since yesterday, he'd hung out with her. In the morning, during sunhigh, throughout the evening. Just watching the two made Lilypaw's stomach lurch. She was the only one who didn't chase after them with a friend or two chanting, "What a splendid couple!" She was the only one who didn't stare at them wistfully. She was the only one who didn't congratulate them on their supposed future "mateship." She was the only one who could see the hatred and greed in Sparrowtail's heart. It was caked with bitterness, having been left behind by her former mate, whom she had killed about two moons ago as a token for her supposed strength. To her, nothing was seen in a positive way.

Lilypaw's sister, Finchpaw approached her with rustling fur. "Watching the two love birds, eh?"

Lilypaw scowled in disgust. Lovebirds. The bare word itself was plain scary. She had heard it about one hundred times earlier, her other two sisters too young to understand relationships running around chanting it while their tails flicked in excitement. Lilypaw had easily become dizzy just watching them. An awkward and apologetic expression had masked Finchpaw's face as well, and her mouth opened slightly with each unbalanced tiny hop.

"It's quite painful, actually." She admitted this to her sister, who grimaced and nodded.

"You got that right."

A tiny seed of surprise burst through her mind. "You actually agree with me?" Usually the two sisters had many arguments a day. These arguments consisted of debates on whether one medicine plant could cure twolegs or not. Or if dogs could jump as high as cats, depending on size. Her neck was sore from jerking back and forth with each smug statement that would hopefully prove herself correct. Most of the time, Lilypaw won the arguments. She could tell that Finchpaw's fur became hot and itchy when she circled her in pride and superiority. Losing was a pretty embarrassing feeling. Not that she had experienced this emotion...at least not a lot.

Before Lilypaw was given the chance to answer, her father prodded her sharply on the shoulder. Mouth lulling open, Lilypaw sprang up from her neat sitting position. "Eek!" She cried in surprise. Blurs ran through her mind. These blurs were filled with embarrassment and hope. Hope that maybe her father had decided to ignore Sparrowtail for the rest of his life. The embarrassment was that she was easily startled.