Dahliapetal
Shadowclan Warrior
Letting out a soft and cheerful tone though humming, her dark green gaze was looking straight ahead as the small Maine Coon had a skip in her step. Dahlia couldn’t help but become excited, she had been waiting to show Timberhawk what she had been working on. It was the perfect surprise for him! Dahlia had been working incredibly hard on this den for her and Timberhawk to stay at, so they could be together with no worries about being caught.. Why? Because Timberhawk was madly in love with her that’s why! Silly tom, Dahlia knew how much her Hawk loves her. It wasn’t rocket science. The brown tom kept denying it but Dahlia could easily see it in his eyes, the way that he looked at her as if she was the most craziest molly in the world. It was truly romantic with how her Hawk saw her.
“My Hawk, come along now!” Dahlia said in a sing-song voice, looking back at the tall brown tom who was looking back at her with an arched eyebrow. The silver and white Maine Coon had told him nothing about this surprise, he even tried going home but she stopped him and made him follow her instead. Cheeky tom, Timberhawk should know better than attempt to leave.. Not when he hasn’t spent time with his love yet! Slowing down so the molly wouldn’t lose sight of him, the small molly pressed herself into the taller tom as she could care less about personal space withTimberhawk “I promise that you’ll love it, I’ve put a lot of time and effort into it.. So you better at least like it” Dahlia said the last part under her breath, but she swore that Timberhawk could hear it with the small chuckle that he gave.
As she was focused on the pathway ahead, Dahlia’s dark green gaze lit up when noticing they had arrived. In the middle of the clearing was a huge willow tree, the entrance had a bush so no one can enter out of curiosity. Looking at Timberhawk, she beckoned her head towards the direction of the willow tree. The tree was located in the neutral part of the Shadowclan-Windclan border, so it would be easy for both of them to get to. For the past few months, Dahlia had been learning about Timberhawk.. studying him and seeing his general interests. Of course Timberhawk thought it was perhaps creepy, and borderline Psychotic but she could care less. Dahlia was in love with Timberhawk, and he should be feeling the same way to her.
“You're so slow, My silly Hawk!” Dahlia said with the biggest smile on her face, the small molly quickly nudged her nose against his shoulder to get him moving. Quickly bounding to the entrance, her eyes lit up when turning to the Windclan warrior “You ready?” The silver and white molly questioned before moving forward to embrace him. She had gotten away with it due to Timberhawk asking some kind of question, as she usually embraced him when he became distracted. Silly tom. Don’t get distracted around Dahlia, she got a mind of her own. Rubbing her cheek against his chest, Dahlia released a purr before stepping back and looking at the bush and letting out a giggle before going through it.
Timberhawk better not think of ditching her, or she would chase after him and drag him by the tail into seeing this surprise.
Dahliapetal
Shadowclan Warrior
The silver and white molly was looking down at her paws, it was quite a confession.. Dahlia was nervous about telling the tall male in front of her about how she truly felt, how in love she was towards him. It didn’t matter about who he was, where he was from or what family he belonged to.. Dahlia was in love with him. She loved how mischievous he could be, or how he struck his tongue at the side of his mouth slighly when he was focused on something. Everything about Timberhawk was perfect to Dahlia.. Even when he didn’t see much in himself, she saw so much in him. It wasn’t until she heard the older tom’s cold laugh that caused her blood to run cold, numbness overtook her af his words. The silver and white molly was surprised, she was caught off guard “…What?” Dahlia whispered, confusion and hurt was on her face. Her dark green eyes were searching into his jade green eyes, trying to find some kind of explanation to his words..
But she couldn’t find anything
“I never..” Dahlia began to speak, her ears pinned to her head as she listens to the taller tom. The molly felt uncomfortable in that moment, quickly backing away. The molly never expected Timberhawk fo join her in Shadowclan. Heck, even she hadn’t expected Grizzly to join her when they became engaged. She didn’t care about distance, it was the last thing she cared about. Her feelings came from the heart. His words had pierced through her heart, feeling it shattering into millions of pieces. Timberhawk’s words had hurt, as if he grabbed some kind of stake and stabbed her through the heart. Trying to swallow the lump in her throat, tears were suddenly streaming down her face, his final words were the nails in the coffin for her. The molly flinched when the tom had an outburst, flinging the bowl of crushed berries into the wall and causing it to go flying everywhere including the two felines.
Dahlia sniffles quietly, looking down at her paws. Something within her snapped; she wasn’t looking down at her paws this time out of shyness, her dark green eyes had no emotion when looking up at him, his back turned towards her.
What she felt towards Timberhawk was anger and resentment.
He hurt her.
“Screw you Timberhawk” Dahlia said through gritted teeth as the rustic brown tom was padding out of her den, he never stopped to even look back at her. The silver and white molly’s chest was rising and falling heavily, tears fully streaming down her face and she was gasping for air. It felt like the walls were closing in on her, like she was drowning. Something inside Dahlia snapped, and the small molly let out a loud scream before suddenly starting to tear into everything. The moss nest was being torn into, the feathers and moss were flying everywhere. Objects being thrown into the walls, crashing into pieces. Tears were streaming down her face while Dahlia was currently hyperventilating.
It wasn’t until she looked at the shells and pebbles that she had gifted Timberhawk, how the male had rejected them because they were too Riverclan and not good enough for him. “Fuck!” Dahlia shouted, her paw swiping at the shells and causing them to smash into the wall and shattering into millions of pieces. The pebbles were thrown outside of the den and into the front entrance, along with the broken bowl of crushed berries. The silver and white molly couldn’t tell who broke the bowl first, her or Timber. It was like a new side of Dahlia had come out, her instability was clear now.. But to be fair, it was Timberhawk who drove her to that point.
She hadn’t even noticed that underneath her paws were bleeding from stepping on the broken pieces of shells, Dahlia was just so numb that she couldn’t feel the emotional and physical pain that she was suffering. Looking over at the emerald that she had given him, her dark green eyes were lit in anger. Grabbing the jewel and throwing it, the molly collapsed into the broken nest and began sobbing. Her body was shaking, loud sobs escaped her as the once preppy and happy molly.. Was broken.
The once beautiful den was completely destroyed, just like the molly who attempted to create a home in it with one of the men that she loved.. All she wanted was his love, but now Dahlia knew that she wanted nothing to do with him.
Timberhawk |The Trickster of Windclan|
Discomfort prickles at his pelt as he notices everything that Dahliapetal had put together for him—for them. The older tabby tom was not use to such affections being openly shown to him, as he had been use to the tough-love he often received from his father, never mind from someone showing romantic interest. Timberhawk tried to ignore Dahlia’s advances, mostly because he did not feel like he deserved such emotions as he knew that he was not the best tomcat out there. Shifting his attention once more to the nest, biting his inner cheek as he takes in all the details of the den. He did not know how to feel that the silver white Molly before him had taken the time to listen and take bit of information about himself to put everything together. While many would feel flattered, he could not help but feel a discomforting numbness settling in his stomach. It was as if he could feel his emotions slowly shutting off in order to protect not just himself but Dahlia as well. Even though the young Molly was often persistent and even borderline crazy, he knew that she deserved better. That her growing affection for him was only because of their first encounter of him warning her and educating her on the ways of clan life. To him, she did not truly love him, just the idea of him as he was not one deserving love.
“Our den….”trailing off as his jade green eyes flicker over at Dahlia, taking in her excited grin, wanting to please him. Indeed, he remembered her babbling on about finding a secluded den for them both, but in his defense he had not expected her to actually go through with her plan. What had he gotten himself into? Timberhawk had never been the commiment type as he never liked getting close to anyone on an emotional level. Timber had been close to his brother, but his trust for Hailgaze had dwindled when he found out that Hail had been aware that he was not the true son of Wolfstar. Which now that Timber knew, he could not help but notice that there had been signs from his father. When he had been younger he had noticed that Hailgaze had certainly been Wolfstar’s favorite, but Timber had always brushed it off with Hail being the oldest. It had affected Timberhawk more than he wished to admit as all he had ever wanted was for his father to acknowledge him as his son. Course, he had found out from Wolfstar days before his passing as his once sharp mind became muddled with illness.
Snapping out of his dark thoughts as Dahliapetal quickly rushes over to a corner to grasp hold of gifts she had gotten him. With-holding a grimace as he watches her brighten with excitement as she impatiently reveals the gifts. Before him on the ground laid different hues of green shells and pebbles, a little too Riverclan for his taste. “You know I am from Windclan…not Riverclan right?” Timberhawk grunts out with a slightly unimpressed look on his sharp features, he knew that he was acting ungrateful, but he just did not want Dahlia to expect too much out of him. Flinching lightly as she quickly rubs against him before dashing back to the nest to grab yet another gift. Was she really trying to win him over with silly gifts? Timber was tempted to leave the gift wrapped before him, as he was not sure he really wanted to see what else she had gotten him. Sighing as he half-heartedly removes the leaves from the present, eyeing the emerald jewels glittering in the dim lighting within the den. Brows furrowed as he listens to Dahlia explain just all the troubles she went through for the gems, shells, and pebbles. Why did she believe he was worth all of this? He knew that he had acted cold and rude to her on several occasions and often brushed her off.
It was then he realized that him brushing off her advances was not going to cut it anymore. That Dahliapetal was too young and naive to fully comprehend that Timberhawk could not—did not—want to be with her. Great now he was going to have to be the bad guy, clenching his jaw in frustration as he senses where the conversation was going. Something that he had been trying to avoid, yes he had feelings for Dahliapetal and that was why he needed to break whatever this was between them. She is of Shadowclan, while he was Windclan, he was years older than her, it just would not work. Never mind his emotional range of a teaspoon, to him he believed he could not love, at least not to the degree that Dahlia was wanting. Heck what he was feeling for her, he was certain was just physical attraction, nothing more and nothing less. Staring stubbornly at the crushed berries before him, silently wishing that Dahlia would stop talking to not admit her feelings. But atlas, she asked the question he was dreading. Closing his green eyes as he sighs loudly, trying to decide what he needed to do. How was he to get through to her? To get her to listen to him that he did not feel the same and he never would.
Shaking his large cranium, a cold laugh escaping him as his jade green eyes narrow at Dahlia. He knew what he needed to do, “Are you really just that dumb?” Timber scoffs at the smaller Molly, ignoring the hurt and confused look painting on her features. Rising to his full height as he eyes her gifts in displeasure, “Did you really think that a few gifts and a den would win me over?” He mocks before turning his icy gaze back to her. “How many times do I have to spell it out for you? I. Am. Not. Interested.” He slowly punctuates each word as he takes a step closer to her. “How could I love someone as naive as you? You think I would just up and leave Windclan? For you? Sure you are beautiful but don’t flatter yourself.” He snaps before taking his frustration out on the small bowl of crushed berries/paint as his paw smacks it over, watching the dark liquid splatter in every direction, coating both of them in the process.
Glaring harshly down at her before turning away from Dahlia, “This is not our den….its yours.”
Dahliapetal
Shadowclan Warrior
The silver and white molly was grinning brightly as Timberhawk entered their den, her feathery tail waving back and forth in happiness when his emerald gaze was looking around it. It took a while for Dahliapetal to look for a den like this, she wanted absolute perfection for him. The Maine Coon wanted to show how much she cared about Timberhawk, how inlove she was with him.. But for some reason, her affections weren’t enough for him.. All she wanted to ask was why? Was Dahliapetal not good enough for Timberhawk? Feeling her left eye twitch slightly, she was trying not to become bothered by his facial expression. Clearing her throat slighly, the small Maine Coon let out a soft hum as she climbed into the big moss nest that was in the center of the den with a huge smile on her face “My Hawk! This is our den!” Dahliapetal said happily.
“Do you remember all the questions I had asked you, what would you want in a den if you had your own?” Dahlia said, suddenly climbing out of the nest that had his favorite flowers woven into it along with hawk feathers and pines to give it a nice forestry scent. It wasn’t until the petite molly went towards him and ushered him more inside of the den. “I wanted to do something special for you.. For us to have some kind of place together” The silver and white molly smiled softly at him, she had been mentioning about wanting to find some kind of space for them to meet without being caught.. To have a little base.. Didn’t Timberhawk listen to her? She had mentioned it a couple of times. Letting out a small chuckle, the molly nudged him to one of the corners of the den
“I’ve collected a couple of these,” Dahlia said, excitement in her tone as she sat down in front of her gifts for him and covered them with her feathery tail for a moment. It wasn’t until Timberhawk had finally made it that she quickly uncovered her presents for him. “Ta-Da!” Dahliapetal said, and looked at the rusty brown tom awaiting his reaction. Behind her were shells and pebbles of his favorite color. She had searched long and hard for them “It took me a good two moons, I wanted to make sure that my Hawk would be happy” She purred, moving towards him and rubbing her cheek so fast his shoulder. It wasn’t until it hit her that she had forgotten one of the most important parts of his gifts “Oh!” Dahlia said, quickly moving towards the nest, lowering her head to pick up something that was wrapped within huge leaves.
Placing it in front of his massive paws, Dahlia nodded at him when the tall tom had given her a questioning look, signaling for him to unwrap it. A loud purr escaped her when his eyes widened as the tom was looking down at a couple of crystals. Of course they were also his favorite color, she had made sure of that. “My Hawk, Do you like them?” The silver and white molly questioned, raising her head proudly as she took much pride in searching for the perfect gift for him. “I had taken a week trip over the mountains to a crystal cave a while back, legend says that they glow at the night time” Dahlia said, hoping that her Hawk enjoyed the gifts that she had been pampering him with. Biting the inside of her cheek for a moment, Dahlia looked up at the tom before placing her small paw on his bigger one
“I want to show you that I care about you deeply..” Dahlia whispered softly to him, opening up her feelings towards him. Timberhawk had mentioned about not being interested in her.. But it didn’t make sense to her as he always kept coming back to her, she surely noticed the longing looks that he would give her when she wasn’t looking.. He indeed has feelings for her “That I get those silly butterflies in my stomach, my heart flutters when I see you” Dahlia chuckled nervously, looking down at her paws shyly. Although the molly was also promised to Grizzly, she also had feelings for Timberhawk. Both toms knew of each other, she loved both of them equally.. It was never a competition of who she loves more. Turning towards the huge wall, it was blank. “I want us to start making memories together, as a couple” Dahlia explained, motioning to the crushed berries that could be used as paint nearby so they could at least decorate their den.. So the two could make memories together, creating the life that she wanted for them.
“What I’m trying to ask is… How do you feel about us.. Do you have the same feelings?” She couldn’t help but question, feeling anxious for his answer.
Timberhawk |The Trickster of Windclan|
Brows furrowing in mild curiosity and irritation as he begrudgingly follows after Dahliapetal, his jade green eyes narrowing at her overly peppy aura as the silver and white molly basically skips ahead of him. Biting his lower lip as the older warrior was half tempted to turn around and head back, but knew that she would be expecting such a move from him. The rustic brown tabby tom was not sure why or better yet—how he found himself still following her around and coming back to her. Timberhawk had told the overly assertive molly plenty of times that he was not interested in her, yet his words never registered in her or she simply did not care. Just glancing at Dahlia he concludes that it was more than likely the later.
Their relationship…if you would even call it that was certainly an odd one. It all started with him being at the wrong place at the wrong time. There was times that Timber found him enjoying the younger Molly’s company, but he hated to lead her on. As the older rustic brown tabby has never been the type to settle down or even attempt a relationship. Timberhawk was a lone wolf amongst a pack, doing what he needed to do for his clan but hardly putting himself in a cramp for them. Glancing over at Dahlia as she calls behind her for him to hurry up, huffing at being told what to do but nonetheless picks up the pace. His long legs nimbly moving forward only slowing down once he was padding side by side next to the crazy white silver beauty.
It irked him not knowing what she had up her sleeve, as he was use to being able to read others and figure out their intentions. Not with Dahliapetal though, her actions often so unpredictable that it was hard for his sharp mind to predict her intentions. Tensing as she leans against him as she smiles up at him, frowning in slight confusion at the warmth spreading through his body. Moving away from her as he scowls at her for touching him, “Why would you waste your time? Especially when you don’t know if I’ll like it?” Timber questions with haughty expression. Though he could not help the small chuckle that escapes him as he overhears her mumble that he better like it.
Timber felt odd as no one had really ever put in the effort to do anything for him…to surprise him. He did not know how to feel about that. Noticing the change in her stance, seeing her quickly pick up the pace in recognition. Containing his intrigue as he follows shortly behind her, his jade green eyes staring at a willow tree with less enthusiasm than Dahlia. Is this seriously what she wanted to show him? A tree? Sighing to himself as he contains his irritation, “I am not slow” he grunts out, knowing he had spent several moments staring blankly at the tree. Moving closer to the tree, his attention on the bush before the willow. “My name is Timberhawk” he corrects her, knowing it would be met with deaf ears. Not returning the embrace as he was distracted with about to question just what he should be ready for.
Her purr breaking him out of his thoughts as she rubs her cheek against his chest affectionately. Biting his inner cheek as he gestures for her to show him what she was so excited about. Puzzled at seeing her slip through the bush and disappear from site, his interest peaked as he silently follows after her, wondering what crazy scheme she had cooked up. Slipping with mild difficulty into the tree, blinking his eyes several times to adjust to the dim lighting. Looking around the hollowed willow, his attention settling on Dahliapetal near a nest made of moss, pine needles, and Hawk feathers. Standing stiffly at the entrance before his smooth voice breaks the silence.
“What is this?”