The Forbidden Love: Kestrelfeather and Lavenderbreeze

A ginger tom looked down at a brown tom with white flecks. A silver and white she-cat walked into the clearing. “Watching over my brother? Father, Yellowflight?” The she-cat said. Yellowflight turned to the silver and white she-cat. “I feel no shame in watching Kestrelfeather, Featherlight.”

“I didn’t say I thought that,” Featherlight meowed, burning her wide amber eyes into her father’s yellow eyes. They watched as Kestrelfeather bit goldenrod tops off their stalks. Yellowflight noticed that Kestrelflight’s eyes were not focused on the goldenrod, but on a pretty light grey she-cat across the river.

It was Lavenderbreeze, the Riverclan medicine cat. Her mentor, Sparrowtail, had just come to join us a sunrise ago. Yellowflight felt Featherlight’s muscles tense as Kestrelfeather crossed the stepping-stones, to Lavenderbreeze who was clawing moss from underneath the tree roots.

“What are you doing?” Yellowflight felt embarrassment pricking Kestrelfeather’s pelt. “I can’t find any cobwebs” she replied simply. “So I’m using moss as a substitute.”

“Great idea!” Meowed Kestrelfeather. “It just might work. Want me to help you?” “Mind you,” Lavenderbreeze meowed, “don’t you have some business you should be doing?” She nodded to the goldenrod and comfrey stalks Kestrelfeather had picked before. “It can wait,” Kestrelfeather started mooning over Lavenderbreeze again. “Okay.” Lavenderbreeze and Kestrelfeather spent a while gathering moss. After they had more than enough, they started to bid their farewells. “Good-bye, Kestrelfeather.” “Good-bye Lavenderbreeze.” Kestrelfeather and Lavenderbreeze rubbed muzzles and purred. “See you soon.” Kestrelfeather strutted back over the stepping-stones to his comfrey and goldenrod stalks. He picked them up and padded back to Thunderclan camp, a spring in his step.

Kestrelfeather is the Thunderclan medicine cat, thought Yellowflight. What happens if Lavenderbreeze distracts his work?