Streak

This is inspired by a poem I wrote, below.

He Is

He was

the black against the night

He was

the white against the light

He was

the happy in my eyes

He was

the sadness in my cries

He is

the white against the night

He is

the black against the light

He is

the sadness in my eyes

He is

the streak on my heart.

I first saw him when I was guarding the camp.

He was a flash of dark. He was there, then he wasn't. Nothing was disturbed by him.

From then on, he occupied my thoughts. Always.

I was patrolling the territory when I saw him next. He was a flash of light in my vision, but his dark pelt stood out in my memories.

I stopped him when I saw him again. "My name is Blossomheart," I told him, trying to get him to warm up to me.

He twitched his whiskers and flicked his tail. "I'm Streak," he replied.

I resisted the urge to tell him that I had seen him two times before.

He poked my nose with his tail. "You're pretty," he mewed. "If I weren't a rogue, I think I would love you."

I sighed and gazed after him as he ran away.

A moon later, I still hadn't forgotten him. He was always in my head. I always hoped to see him when I patrolled with my Clanmates. One of these cats: a tom, called Freezetail, liked me a lot. I liked him too- as a friend- and it seemed as if he could be my mate.

If Streak hadn't come one night. The night before he asked me to be his mate.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Streak had told me. "Blossomheart, I think I love you."

I had purred and touched his nose with my tail. "I think I love you, too, Streak."

"It's unaminous, then," Streak had mewed. "We think we love each other." He had licked my nose. He had whispered "I love you" in each of my ears.

He had walked away.

He had left me.