Post by Deleted on May 10, 2009 17:16:08 GMT -5
Wolfheart stepped outside of the warrior's den on a warm new-leaf day. The gentle breeze fluffed her gray fur, while the sun warmed it. She glanced across the clearing, and near the fresh-kill pile was Whiskerpool. She felt her blood start to boil and her neck fur raising up. She'd always held him responsible for Darkheart's, her father, death. She was an apprentice then, but she remembers it as clear as yesterday.
'Wolfpaw woke up to find the dawn patrol ready to leave. The dawn patrol consisted of a few other cats, Darkheart, and Whiskerpool. Darkheart and Whiskerpool were friends, but not the best of. They hung out sometimes, and shared tongues alot. "Come on guys," Darkheart mewed,"we have to patrol the whole territory by sun-high. Lets move!"
'Wolfpaw had always admired her father's courage and strength, and she also admired Whiskerpool's loyalty. She watched just in time to see her father's patrol leave. He waved his tail to his daughter and padded off. "Wolfpaw! Wolfpaw!" her mentor meowed, "you need to check the elders for ticks." She rolled her eyes, but did as she was told.
'When she was done with the tick inspection, a sudden shrill pierced the air. It was Grasstail, her mother. Wolfpaw could smell blood, fear, and guilt. She bursted into the clearing and saw the most horrifying thing, all the patrol cats were covered were blood and scars and were missing tufts of fur, all except two: Darkheart and Whiskerpool. Darkheart was lying on the ground soaked with blood, he wasn't breathing. Her father was dead! She felt like crying, but then she looked at Whiskerpool.
'Whiskerpool looked just the same as he'd left, no scars or blood oozing out of any wounds. Wolfpaw's anger flared like a hot flame around her body, engulfing her every emotion but one, hate. She stomped over to Whiskerpool, and looked up at him trying to get his eye. "What happened to my father? And why are you not injured?" she hissed.
"I went off to,uh,to go after a loner that wandered onto our territory when a badger attacked the patrol. That stupid thing killed your father, but I heard he put up a fight,"stammered Whiskerpool.
'Wolfpaw's anger flared up again. "I doubt you 'went after a loner'. No you sat by and watched my father die! You never cared about him! You wanted him dead, so you didn't even bother lifting a claw to help him! What kind of Warrior are you?!" Wolfpaw didn't even wait for his answer. She padded and pressed her muzzle into Darkheart's black fur, and shed silent tears.'
Wolfheart sat and stared at Whiskerpool with such a sense of hate in her eyes, she wanted him to melt in her emerald glare. 'Should I give him a second chance?' she wondered. 'Never, he watched your father die.' Wolfheart padded to the fresh-kill pile to grab a rabbit, and sat down, her back to Whiskerpool.
'Wolfpaw woke up to find the dawn patrol ready to leave. The dawn patrol consisted of a few other cats, Darkheart, and Whiskerpool. Darkheart and Whiskerpool were friends, but not the best of. They hung out sometimes, and shared tongues alot. "Come on guys," Darkheart mewed,"we have to patrol the whole territory by sun-high. Lets move!"
'Wolfpaw had always admired her father's courage and strength, and she also admired Whiskerpool's loyalty. She watched just in time to see her father's patrol leave. He waved his tail to his daughter and padded off. "Wolfpaw! Wolfpaw!" her mentor meowed, "you need to check the elders for ticks." She rolled her eyes, but did as she was told.
'When she was done with the tick inspection, a sudden shrill pierced the air. It was Grasstail, her mother. Wolfpaw could smell blood, fear, and guilt. She bursted into the clearing and saw the most horrifying thing, all the patrol cats were covered were blood and scars and were missing tufts of fur, all except two: Darkheart and Whiskerpool. Darkheart was lying on the ground soaked with blood, he wasn't breathing. Her father was dead! She felt like crying, but then she looked at Whiskerpool.
'Whiskerpool looked just the same as he'd left, no scars or blood oozing out of any wounds. Wolfpaw's anger flared like a hot flame around her body, engulfing her every emotion but one, hate. She stomped over to Whiskerpool, and looked up at him trying to get his eye. "What happened to my father? And why are you not injured?" she hissed.
"I went off to,uh,to go after a loner that wandered onto our territory when a badger attacked the patrol. That stupid thing killed your father, but I heard he put up a fight,"stammered Whiskerpool.
'Wolfpaw's anger flared up again. "I doubt you 'went after a loner'. No you sat by and watched my father die! You never cared about him! You wanted him dead, so you didn't even bother lifting a claw to help him! What kind of Warrior are you?!" Wolfpaw didn't even wait for his answer. She padded and pressed her muzzle into Darkheart's black fur, and shed silent tears.'
Wolfheart sat and stared at Whiskerpool with such a sense of hate in her eyes, she wanted him to melt in her emerald glare. 'Should I give him a second chance?' she wondered. 'Never, he watched your father die.' Wolfheart padded to the fresh-kill pile to grab a rabbit, and sat down, her back to Whiskerpool.