Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Thatcher limped through the camp in search of his mate. The she wolf sat rather dejectedly on the top of the hill he usually sat on. Thatcher tilted his head but limped forward. "Juniper!" he called without care. "I need you to do something for me." When Thatcher stopped beside her he noticed tears in her eyes. He didnt say anything, rather he waited for her to explain.
"Thatcher... do you love me?" she asked softly.
"No," Thatcher replied bluntly. Junpier flinched slightly away from his unphased tone.
"Then what are we doing?" She turned to him with her ears hanging beside her head.
"We are doing our jobs and right now you arent doing yours. I need you to step up and act like a betaess." He said firmly.
Juniper snarled at her mate, "How can you be so heartless?! We have known each other our whole lives and i had hoped you would change when we became mates!" Junpier's face was now tear streaked. Desperation and anger filled her cracking voice.
"Well i havent, now are you going to do your job or not?" Thatcher said without emotions.
"Forget it!" she snarled. The she wolf turned and bolted away. Thatcher narrowed his eyes and snorted.
"Alright. For now i shall be without a mate. Its fine." Thatcher turned and limped away. Now that he no longer had a relationship with her, he was free to focus on keeping his alpha alive. That was all he needed in his live. Nothing more than to be just a living shield. Thatcher sat down outside of his den for a moment and stared at the sky. He knew that he should be feeling regret, but that emotion was alien to him. He had never felt it in his whole life. He didnt feel it now.

Thatcher glanced around for the young wolf he was going to train but she was no where to be seen. He gave a low snort and turned away. What was the point of teaching her if she didnt want to stick around an learn. Thatcher growled deeply to himself as he thought about what Juniper said. He should have felt bad, he should have felt horrible. By all right he should have chased after and her tried to take her heart. She wanted to be loved, she wanted to be wanted. She wanted him to chase after her and show her that he was willing to pursue her. Yet here he was. Calmly sitting with a grim frown, just as always. What was the point in finding love? It hurt, it was annoying and very troublesome. He would always have to worry about the way that wolf felt. What was the point in that? Living without emotions and without a intimate relationship was so much easier. You didnt have to worry about feelings because there were none. What was so wrong with that?

Dolphas ears perked up and one twitched as he hear echos yowl. He dropped the three birds he was holding and he looked around. He couldn't tell if that was a playful yowl or a cry for help kinds yowl. He smelled the air for her scent and he quickly began to run on his three paws. He was going to fast he couldn't stop. He fell into the freezing river. He opened his eyes and popped his head out of the water. He shivered and jumped out and sat down along the side. "that was not supposed to h-happen...." he shivered.

Dolpha looked at her with a small smile. He was glad she wasn't hurt. Alpha? He thought. He was probably to....well....untrained to be alpha. He'd probably be a bad one. He was to risky. "I can't be alpha...." he whispered to her. "unless alphas are like me... I'm not ready for that kind of thing..." he turned to her and licked her cheek gently.