Bluestripe was proud of her Clan's triumph in the battle they had with EastClan. She was so proud that she managed to get up the courage to tell Blackstorm how she felt about him. She invited him down to the river, her heart all fluttering when she thought about how she was going to finally admit that she loved him.
Imagine what our kits will look like, she thought with a sigh. Handsome and strong like their father, maybe they'll take after my silvery blue fur. She knew she was getting ahead of herself but she could only imagine that he wouldn't deny her.
Why had Bluestripe invited him to the Ice River? Blackstorm didn't have a clue. The deputy was as blind to her love as an elder with faint vision. He went anyway. Maybe she had important tactical information to share with him. That was always good for the Clan. Tactical information. This had better be worth my time, he thought. He stretched as he descended the rocks to where the roaring river was, realizing how hard it would be to talk so close to it.
He caught a glimpse of the silverblue tabby she-cat and went up to her. She seemed to be caught up in her own thoughts so he cleared his throat. "What did you want, Bluestripe?" he asked loudly.
She was so happy to see the Clan deputy that she almost started bouncing, but she kept herself from doing such kit-like things. After all Blackstorm would never approve. She realized she was having a hard time hearing him, but he made out the words he said. She flicked with her tail to signal him to follow her a little ways away from the river so that they could talk.
"All right... Listen, Blackstorm," she meowed. "I've always had a crush on you, for such a long time. Haven't you noticed? Anyway I'd love it if you'd... maybe be my mate?"
Blackstorm up until now had no idea that Bluestripe was infatuated with him. He'd never noticed any of the signs, until now when he looked back to it. She was always getting in his way and trying to impress him. He could have smacked himself on the forehead with his paw. Instead he just looked at her uncomfortably.
"I don't..." He started. He choked before he could say anything else and looked around. "I'm not... really..." His throat felt dry as he tried to think of what he was going to say. "I'm not interested!" he growled finally. He didn't mean to be so harsh to her but he felt flushed and jittery.
Bluestripe's expression fell at the rejection. "W-what?" she meowed. Her eyes started to fill with sadness. "What do you mean? Blackstorm, no, I love you!" Her expression slowly turned from rejection to increasing bitterness and hatred. "You - I've loved you for so long now, you never even noticed me! I did everything for you, how could you tell me you're not interested? Every single day I've worked my tail off to impress you, why wasn't I good enough?"
She lashed out at the NorthClan deputy with unsheathed claws. They were standing high above the ice river but the rocks were still slippery underneath. As soon as she struck at him, her claws started slipping against the ground and she slid dangerously close to the edge. She couldn't get a grip. "No!" she yowled. She managed to catch Blackstorm's leg with her claws, pulling him with her.
Blackstorm was going to say something to get her to calm down and stop throwing a fit. But he didn't get a chance to say anything before she slipped and dragged her down with him. The river was raging below, and neither of them could hold on any longer. Blackstorm yowled loudly as they went plunging into the depths of the icy river. The torrents rushed so rapidly that Blackstorm never had a chance to keep his head above.
Freezing water kept filling his nostrils and lungs and burned through his throat. It wasn't long before the raging water struck his body against the rocks, knocking him unconscious. He drowned without even a cry for help.
Bluestripe went down with him, also plunging into the depths below. She tried to take in a deep breath but only water entered her mouth. She choked and panicked. As much as she tried to swim, she knew nothing about it. NorthClan cats could climb craggy rocks but they couldn't swim through freezing rivers. Her limbs were tensing up and the cold was making her stiff.
Finally she couldn't take any more. The water in her lungs and the lack of oxygen shut her down, and her lifeless body was pushed down the stream. In an accidentally she'd killed both her love and herself. And when she would wander the Earth tormented, it would haunt her.