Author's Note: Hey, I'm writing a simple one-shot because I feel a lot like Dustpelt right now; like I'm not good enough. Sure, he feels that way about Sandstorm and I feel like that about everyone, but it's good enough inspiration to write with.
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Time Line: A moon or two after Fireheart saves Sandpaw. (Dustpelt and Sandstorm are still apprentices)
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Dustpaw's POV
"Hey Fireheart," I heard a very familiar call to that kittypet, "Whitestorm says that I can bring someone hunting with me, wanna come?"
The kittypet nodded and replied, "Sure Sandpaw, it Whitestorm coming too?"
"No, just us, so you better catch more prey than I do. After all you're a warrior, I'm the apprentice." That didn't sound like Sandpaw; she should be calling him a worthless kittypet and asking ME to hunt.
I saw the two of them walk out of camp, their pelts almost touching.
This was not right. Sandpaw hated Fireheart, just like I do. She thinks a kittypet as a warrior is stupid, like me. Right?
Well, apparently not anymore.
All he did was save her life. I, on the other paw, had been her best friend since we had been kits. Didn't that mean more?
Why couldn't she understand I loved her?
"Hurts, doesn't it?" I heard a clod voice asked me.
Snapping my head around, I saw Tigerclaw standing behind me his face looking genuinely sorry.
"What are you talking about?" I snapped, the last thing I wanted was to spill my guts to an older warrior. I'd be elder gossip within a sunrise.
"It hurts," he said again looking angry at having to repeat himself, "not being good enough for her."
I narrowed my eyes, trying to look as though I didn't understand what in the name of StarClan he was talking.
He didn't believe my acting one bit. "Don't lie to me; it will get you no where. What I am saying is that you are not as good as Fireheart."
"That's not true!" I spat at him, forgetting he was deputy. "He's a useless kittypet that--"
The tabby tom with large claws shook his head. "Look at the facts. He's a warrior, you're an apprentice. He'll always be better than you."
"NO!" I yelled so loud that the queens in the nearby nursery gave my scolding looks. "I'm way better than he is!"
All the older cat did was shake his head and say, "You could be, with a little help."
"I'll do anything, if she'll take me back," I more or less begged. It gave me the slightest hope that she'd love me again.
"Join me," said Tigerclaw, "in the quest to purify the Clans of those unworthy."
I did.
This 'quest' turned out to be a lot darker that I could have ever thought. I hadn't wanted this. Kill those of my own Clan wasn't my way, but I need to be better than Firestar. I need to fight for Sandpaw's love.
One day, our kits would thank me.
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What did you think? I know it was short, but whatever.