Laughter
Breezepelt One-Shot
They say laughter is the best medicine.
It's not.
It causes the most pain.
The one that's all around you, crashing down on you.
There's no end.
I should know, of all cats.
Sometimes you don't laugh at the emotionally and mentally abused apprentice. Sometimes you reach out and help him.
But did they?
No.
Sometimes you don't laugh at the warrior who fell in love with his half-sister. Sometimes you tell him that he's going to find someone just as good.
But did they?
No.
Heathertail laughed at me when I told her about Hollyleaf. She told me that falling in love with your kin is disgusting.
She wouldn't understand.
Onestar laughed at me when I said that I wanted to mentor Furzekit. He said that I should mentor Boulderkit, the kit that always gets sick and never listens.
He never cared.
I was laughed at by every cat in WindClan when I tripped over that twig, it lasted for hours, constant. I was called, 'Twigface' for moons.
Thanks, 'friends'.
When I laughed at Swallowtail for getting pooped on by that raven, they stared.
It hurts.
It hurts when it's you that's getting laughed at. You get mad, furious, sad, depressed, emotional.
Maybe that's why I have scars lathered on my body. It's not from only the Dark Forest, Sunstrike.
It's not from that rouge that came on our territory, Kestrelflight.
Maybe if someone noticed the black fur between my claws, and the fresh scars on my legs after a go hunting alone, maybe they'll stop laughing.
Maybe if someone saw me cutting, they would speak up, and then WindClan would stop laughing.
Laughter hurts.
It hurts more than battle scars or falling out of a tree ever will.
So there ya' go! Yeah, I'm not sure if cats cut. But, hey, whatever.