Two Hearts Divided

This is for Takeachance32's contest. I will write as much as I can!

CHARACTERS

Darkstar - black tom with silver stripes; ShadowClan

Sparrowflight - sandy gray tom; ShadowClan

Hollypaw - brown-and-white she-cat; ShadowClan

Rabbitstar - pale brown tom; WindClan

Gingerpool - cream-colored she-cat with darker paws; WindClan

Frostfoot - pure white she-cat with pale silver patches; WindClan

Floodstar - pale gray she-cat; ThunderClan

Badgerclaw - black and white tom with long claws; ThunderClan

Thistleflame - young golden brown tom; ThunderClan

Brokenpaw - small black tom with a tail that looks like a broken branch; ThunderClan

Chapter 1
Sparrowflight stepped over the border, catiously looking around. No patrol. Tensing, he tasted the air. Only stale ThunderClan scent, mingling with kittypet and prey. He wrinkled his nose. ThunderClan lived near kitty- pets! Sparrowflight shook himself, and then darted forward, racing over the territory like there were dogs chasing him. A thrush flew out of the bushes, chirping in terror. Sparrowflight didn't stop. He saw the river. The territory wasn't far now! Sparrowflight felt as if he was flying. A squirrel darted in front of him. He kept running, nearly tripping over a small rock.

He saw the open moor, the river ending at a small pool. The pool divided RiverClan and WindClan's territories. Sparrowflight skidded to a halt, stopping to drink the cold water. It felt cool sliding down his throat, and it refreshed him after a long run through an entire territory, weaving through trees, leaping over logs, and trudging through murky water. The disgusting moss still clung to his pelt.

Sparrowflight plucked the bits of moss out of his fur. He was tugging at a thorn stuck in his pelt as he heard a voice. "Sparrowflight! There you are!" Sparrowflight ripped the thorn from his fur, taking his fur in the process. He stifled his yowl. Frostfoot padded over to him and nuzzled him. "I was worried! I thought you weren't coming, so I hunted. And now you're here." she purred. Her skinny tail flicked.

Sparrowflight licked her affectionately between the ears. Didn't she smell the toadstool stench that was clinging to him like brambles? Frostfoot looked up at him, purring. Her beautiful white and silver pelt glowed in the moonlight. Her bright amber eyes were full of warmth. Looking into her eyes, Sparrowflight was hypnotized. The two cats touched noses, their tails twining. The moon shone overhead, and the stars glittered.

Sparrowflight looked up at StarClan, worried. Would they approve of what the two were doing? The sandy- gray tom didn't care. All he cared about was that he was with Frostfoot. The two lie down, looking at the moon and stars. Sparrowflight felt himself drift off to sleep.

"Wake up!" a voice hissed. Sparrowflight jerked awake, panting. Frostfoot was standing over him, her amber eyes filled with fear.

Sparrowflight glanced around. They were still near the pool. Good. The tom's dreams had been filled with horrific images. Of a white lump of fur slumped on the ground, coated in red. Its amber eyes were dull, a large slash in its throat.

He shook. It was just a dumb dream! Nothing would happen to them. Sparrowflight watched the white she-cat go back to her camp. When she had disappeared over a hill, he headed back to ShadowClan. Sparrowflight tasted the air every few moments. Stale ThunderClan scent. As he passed the Great Rock, a yowl made him freeze. He turned slowly to see three cats. He recognized two of them. The third looked like an apprentice. Badgeclaw and Thistleflame stood, bristling. Only the apprentice seemed frightened.

"What are you doing here, trespasser?" Badgerclaw hissed, his long claws gleaming.

Thistleflame butted in. "Perhaps he's stealing prey!" he taunted. His golden-brown fur was fluffed up, his teeth bared.

Sparrowflight defended himself. "I was escorting a rogue away from the territories!"

More coming soon!