Violent laughing rang out in camp. Again. They were laughing at you, as usual. Their cold eyes silently chastising you... They hate you. All of them. "Hey! Hey you! Why don't you just go back to your den so nobody goes blind whilst looking at you!" Amber. It was always Amber. Their leader. The one thy thought of as their lord. She always found a way. "Hellooooooo!? I'm talking to you!" You snapped your gaze to her, escaping your haze. "I, uh... I just wanted to come get something to eat... And see the me-" you were cut off as Amber lunged for you, raking her reinforced claws over your face. Again. She pinned you down and spat in your face. "Why would we let something as disgusting as you have even a leaf of our herbs, or a feather of our prey?! Snap out of it!"
You cringed as her eyes bore into you. She held no mercy, wanting to kill you on the spot. "Just let me go!" You kicked at her belly, leaping up. "I'm done with being pushed around! I'm not treated like a part of this group so I won't follow your rules any longer! You don't take them into consideration when it concerns me, so why should I?!" You screamed at her. It was enough to make the blood spill out of her ears. Tip... Tap... Tip... Tap... She stared at you, wide eyed. Then, she snapped out of it. "How dare you?" She lunged straight for you. But God had enough. Ducking, you kicked her upwards and let her collide with the ground. You spat upon her. "What was that?" Kicking at her, you held her down and continued to kick her side. Her head. Her face. Blood trickled down her cheek. Your claws hovered over her throat. "I should kill you. And I follow the rules. My rules." You slammed your paw down on her throat and watched as blood flung itself outward at the crowd that had surrounded you. She went limb at you paws and you smiled a toothy grin.
Your eyes snapped open and you stared up at the ceiling. "It'll never happen... It'd take all of the dark forest..." She'd been picking on you forever! Everyone knew that you visited the dark forest, but not her. But she did. They hated you for it. She was Amberclaw. You were Speckledpelt. Amber and Speckle. You recalled how the dream seemed so real... Too real... Glancing to your right where she usually slept just to pick on you in the mornings, you screamed. Blood covered her throat and she looked beaten and bruised. You set a paw on her side, eyes wide. "What...?!" Her eyes flicked open. "I'm sorry..." She coughed as she murmured the words.
And she went limb at your paws.
