When one is faced with a tragic past, what do they do?
When one is filled with hatred, what do they do?
Revenge wanted,
Killing invited,
No love, unwanted.
But stare closely at the kindhearted brambles and it will come to you
"Minnowpaw... Minnowpaw, wake up!".
My head ached with confusion until I opened my eyes in realization that it was only Duskpaw. I saw his emerald green eyes starring down at me, warm and soft. I playfully swiped my paw just below his ears and he pinned me down, laughing. We eventually lost track of time and my mentor, Rushwater, had to come in and haul the both of us out for training.
I live a normal life...Nothing special in anyway what-so-ever. My life was planned out right in front of me; train as a apprentice, battle as a warrior, and live the rest as an elder. I liked it this way. There would be no complications, no worrying and no hassle. Clarity in life was all I asked for.
...Until one afternoon...
Screaming, clawing, scratching. The sound of the dog's bark ringing in my ears. Our border patrol had been ambushed by a pack of dogs. Three dead, two made it out alive. I was one of the two survivors...The other one being Duskpaw. I don't know how either of us made it out alive since we are both just apprentices. I lost an eye and half my tail. He made it out with minor cuts and a deadly bite in the middle of his body. We now face this scarring together.
I don't know if I can ever be a Warrior but as long as I have Duskpaw beside me, I can go on. He is my hope, my love and my new clarity.
I promise you guys that the next chapter will be waaaaaaaay longer.
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