LOL Willowshine x Kestrelflight story.

I've been inspired.

Soooooo...here is a tiny little story about my currently favourite star-crossed lovers (possibly).

The mottled tom ran with all his might. The moon was above him - he ran across a flat plain. It would take but a stray beam of light for the WindClan sentry to catch him. And it would be one long discussion with Onestar to explain why he was trying to escape his own camp in the middle of the night. But he had to. He threaded through the bushes of heather, careful not to snag his own fur on them. He must not leave any tiny piece of evidence - no-cat could find out about this. After the first night travelling to the Moonpool since Barkface had died, Kestrelflight had been deflated. He felt sad and alone. His kit-mother had died at birth. His father was never revealed, and most likely didn't want anything to do with him. No kin. It was bad enough with Breezepelt shooting jibes at him, now he had no one to relate to, no one to talk to. Until the first night travelling to the Moonpool since Barkface died.
At first, Kestrelflight had thought of talking to Jayfeather. Even without sight, he was insightful. Maybe he would give some sympathy? But his sharp tongue got the better of him, and the mottled tom felt his shoulder grow cold. Mothwing and Littlecloud were yowling about kits and juniper berries. And that's when he had seen her.
Her lithe body was almost glowing against the jagged rock walls of the Moonpool. Her eyes shone with enthusiasm - kind and ready to learn. Kestrelflight found himself being drawn to her, into the depths of her eyes. Into Willowshine's eyes.
In the endless glade of StarClan, they met. They greeted eachother formally, but Kestrelflight soon found himself drowning in her warmth, in her all.
She agreed to meet again, without the other medicine cats around.
"It's impossible though, Kestrelflight. We live on opposite territories. How can we reach eachother?" Kestrelflight rubbed cheeks with Willowshine.
"Love can guide me through anything. We'll meet on your border with ThunderClan. I promise, I won't be seen."
"But won't StarClan disapprove?" she wailed.
Kestrelflight's heart drooped like a dead bird to see her sad.
"I don't care if StarClan sends lightning to stop me. Whether they send floods, or earthquakes, nothing will stop me from coming to you. Tomorrow night, my sweet." And they met many more times.

Kestrelflight lived up to his Clan name and ran like the wind, a brown blur on a black night. The stars provided a dim illumination on this night, of all nights.
The brown tom reached the edge of his territory. He stopped, his breath was almost crystallised, since it was leafbare. After pausing for a breath, he went on, slower now, as he entered an enemy territory. He was a medicine cat - he could go as he pleased. But he wanted to avoid Firestar, at all costs. Pausing at the border, Kestrelflight flexed his paws and wiggled down onto his stomach. There could be ThunderClan warriors out for a midnight frolic - as he was, too. He dug in his claws and catapulted himself forward, staying low. Only the occasional claw of moonlight came through the canopy of leaves roofing the forest. The place reeked of ThunderClan warriors. But Kestrelflight trooped on, in the thought of seeing Willowshine's face, illuminated by the moon, her eyes lit by the stars. Just waiting for him. His heart pounded in time with his paws.
A twig snapping stopped him in his tracks. Kestrelflight's mottled pelt luckily blended in well with the forest, and if an enemy was coming, he was at least a hard target.
With a hasty scent, he realised it was a mouse, out for a bit of moonlight.
Kestrelflight thanked StarClan, if they still had faith in him, and sprinted on.

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Willowshine fidgeted by her border. This was the umpteenth time they had met, but this was by far the most important. Mistystar already had been slightly tipped off when Willowshine had nearly fed her yarrow instead of catmint. She couldn't afford to slip up now. Now, on the most important night. A swishing sound from ThunderClan's territory froze Willowshine to the spot.
But she melted as soon as she saw Kestrelflight's mottled face.
"Kestrelflight!" she purred, bounding forward to rub cheeks with her mate.
"Willowshine..." he murmured, his breath brushing her ear. Their tails shot upwards and they rubbed against eachother for a while. Until the lithe tabby she-cat drew backwards, with a half anxious, half excited stare.
"There's something I want to show you Kestrelflight. My love, my mate...the father of my kits."
Kestrelflight's face dropped momentarily, and an earpopping silence filled the air.
Then his eyes widened and his whiskers quivered, his mottled tail waving.
"The father of your kits?" he asked in whimsical wonder.
Willowshine waved her tail toward some bushes, and out bundled two tiny, fluffy kits.
Kestrelflight gave a little bounce, eyes sparkling and paws not knowing where to land.
"I'm a father?! I'm a father? I'm a father!" he yowled possibly too loudly. Eyes glued to his kits, Kestrelflight covered Willowshine's face with loving licks.
"You're so beautiful...the most beautiful she-cat in the world! Oh!" He ducked his head to the ground and looked with sheer joy at the approaching kits. One was silver, like her mother, with white splotches, like her father. The other was brown, like his father, with grey paws and tail, like his mother. They mewled contentedly, scampering under Kestrelflight's paws and lightly scratching his underbelly. The brown tom was too numb with joy to notice. "Willowshine, you have made me the happiest tom in the world. Have you named them?" he added, voice shaking.
"Well," she purred, draping her tail over her front paws and staring delightedly at their kits. "I named the tom Stonekit. I thought you'd like to name the other." Kestrelflight stepped around the kits, who were now staring adoringly up at their parents. The tiny grey she-cat batted at a passing moth, and tumbled back into the lightly dewed grass.
"Dewkit," he purred, bending down to give each kit a lick.
StarClan knows how long the pair of them stayed there, pelts brushing as they played with their kits, talked about everything and nothing. But the sun eventually peered around the mountains.
"I wish the night could last forever," Willowshine mewed wistfully.
"Where will the kits go?" Kestrelflight asked unexpectedly, as he stared out at the waking world.
"We leave," she said briskly, as if just taking it on now. She nodded slightly, and looked at Kestrelflight.
"You'll go with me, won't you?" she meowed, suddenly aware of the possibility that her mate wanted nothing more to do with her, let alone elope with her.
"With my life, my sweet." he murmured. His gaze was filled with love.
"Stonekit, Dewkit?" the two kits answered to their names, looking up curiously at their towering parents.
"We're going, sweethearts." Tails twined and eyes fixed on their bright new tomorrow, their old life was cast away with the disappearing shadows of yesterday.