Hi again, I'm back with one of my many, many Warriors fics that have been done for a DimClan challenge, below is the prompt I was given. As per usual, I have used my FireClan, LeafClan and SandClan set up, which is what I do when I don't use the canon clans.
Prompt:
Write about a character, who isn't a kit or apprentice, who had big dreams that they've given up on, forgotten altogether, or both. The cat can regret the decision or be happy with it, it's up to you.
Onwards.
Quietly Lament
As a kit, Darkface wanted nothing more than to be a warrior, strong and revered. He had even once even dreamed of being the leader of LeafClan. It would have been great. He would have been kind and loving. He had good, strong morals, and he had wanted it.
Darkface had only wanted to do one thing more than he desired to be leader, and that was to protect. He had to protect Blossomfeather, his mate and the soon-to-be mother of his kits. It was the first thing he sacrificed in his path to becoming a leader. He started rationing time from training to woo Blossompaw at the time. She was beautiful with the softest ginger fur and the brightest blue eyes.
Darkface was tripping over his paws, vying for her attention, and when she became a warrior, she agreed to be his mate, and Darkface was elated. He loved Blossomfeather with all of his heart, really.
"Are you tired?" Darkface nudged Blossomfeather, who was beginning to have a milky scent about her, and she purred warmly.
"Careful, Nightwing just got her kits to settle down," Blossomfeather meowed. Darkface nodded slightly, remaining in the doorway to the nursery. He could tell because his fur was just brushing the leaves in the opening.
"You're feeling okay though?" Darkface asked, a note of concern because he couldn't see or detect Blossomfeather's body language in any way.
"I'm fine, Raventalon," Blossomfeather meowed gently. Darkface didn't say anything then. Blossomfeather was the only cat who still called him by his warrior name. He appreciated it in many ways, but it also made it hard to respond to anyone other than Blossomfeather.
The second sacrifice had been when Shadepelt had turned against LeafClan, specifically on Blossomfeather. Darkface hadn't thought. He had only moved to protect his mate. He remembered Shadepelt's claws digging into his face, over his eyes and ears. He had fought back blindly, hissing and spitting. Somehow, he had managed to take down Shadepelt and tear him up enough to kill him, but it had done nothing for Darkface. His sight was gone, and so was his chance to be a leader.
"Darkface! Darkface! Darkface!" an elder, it was like being clawed by Shadepelt all over again. He'd lost his name as well. It felt shameful despite how his fellow clanmates called it heroic. He was a useless cat at that point, and he'd never see his kits. He was bitter at first, but Blossomfeather pulled away from that, slowly and gently.
They talked about their kits, strong and proud. They had a great dad and the sweetest mother. Darkface focused on his mate. He lived for the kits he would never see. He missed getting to see Blossomfeather's beautiful face and silken fur. He was as happy as he was sad the day his two kits, Ravenkit and Palekit, came into the world.
Sorry... It's kind of short, but for some reason, I couldn't get myself into the character that well. Thoughts?
~Minatu