in this dream

      brokenstar is having the same dream again.       tigerstar is next to him, tigerstar is next to him and will never leave again. they are both happy, they love each other, they will not be separated.       brokenstar wakes up again and again bitterly realizes that this is just a dream. just a dream.       brokenstar doesn’t like watching a tigerstar cooing with a feathertail. feathertail that tigerstar once wanted to kill. feathertail that is much younger. feathertail that is alive, unlike a tigerstar.       for a long time, brokenstar could not figure out what was wrong with him. he just knew that he loved tigerstar — but not in the way that friends love… ***       brokenstar nuzzled his furry paws. a treacherous tear rolled down his cheek. brokenstar is crying again. again because of the same cat.       brokenstar told himself that it was better with the swallow for tigerstar. but the brokenstar didn’t work out. looking at the “sweet couple”, he only wanted to cry. because tigerstar should be his.       brokenstar was offended. when tigerstar started dating feathertail, he completely forgot about his old friend. and the brokenstar was left alone again. ***       - tigerstar!       the cat turned around. a brokenstar approached him, determined to talk.       — what is it? something happened? — tigerstar asked worriedly.       brokenstar knew that tigerstar would definitely add “something with a feathertail?” now, so he spoke before tigerstar had time to open his mouth again:       - yes! it happened! but with me!       — b-but… everything seems to be fine with you…? — said tigerstar, perplexed.       — can’t you see how hurt i am?! — brokenstar’s voice broke.       — but… i don’t understand… — tigerstar was confused. — what’s wrong?..       — since you started dating feathertail, you don’t give a damn about me at all! you didn’t even realize i was sad! everyone noticed it except you!       tigerstar recoiled, did not expect such sharpness. the brokenstar felt a little ashamed of himself.       — i… i thought that… everything is good… — stammered tigerstar.       brokenstar wanted to say a lot. about how he suffered. about how it hurts him. but instead of words, he, unexpectedly for himself, leaned forward and buried his muzzle in the fur of the starcatcher, tears rolled out of his eyes again.       —y-you… what?.. are you crying?.. — said tigerstar.       brokenstar shook his head negatively. he’s not crying, it’s raining.