Challenge 3- Letting the Hate Out
(A/N: Another challenge for CotS forum. Btw, Italics are memories and bold is thoughts. Enjoy! :D)
"You're so ugly, Pebblekit!" Blossomkit sneered, her pretty, blue eyes filled with contempt.
Pebblekit stumbled back, her gray eyes gleaming with un-shed tears. She tried to take another step back, but her missing leg caused her to trip and she landed in the dust. Blossomkit's littermates, Crowkit and Marshkit laughed maliciously.
"You know what," Marshkit drawled, his yellow eyes narrowed. He glanced at his siblings to make sure they were listening.
"I think I'll call you Cripplekit!" He exclaimed and threw back his brown, tabby head in a fit of laughter.
Blossomkit and Marshkit soon joined in, their eyes full of glee. Pebblekit took this as an opportunity to escape, and hobbled back towards the nursery, shaking out her dust-coated, silver tabby pelt.
She slipped quietly through the entrance of the den, strands of woven willow branches catching against her thick fur.
Pebblekit limped to the corner of the nursery and scraped some old moss into it, forming a nest of sorts. She curled herself into a ball, finally releasing the tears she had been holding in. She drifted into a restless sleep, trying to forget her problems.
Pebblepaw hurried into the clearing, carrying two large bundles of leaves in her jaws. The smaller of the bundle held cobweb and the other; a massive clump of Marigold.
She hobbled over to her mentor, Hawkfoot, attempting to block out the sounds of panic around her. The dark brown tabby tom was crouched over a young warrior, staunching the blood pouring from her side with his tail.
"Quick!" He hissed, as Pebblepaw approached. "I need cobweb!"
Pebblepaw spat out the bundle of cobweb and began to pass Hawkfoot pawfuls of the stuff. Her mentor let out a sigh of relief as he attached the final swatch of cobweb, efficiently closing the wound.
It was only when the she-cat turned her head that Pebblepaw recognized her. Blossompelt.
Hatred created a pit in Pebblepaw's belly and she surpressed a hiss. She deserves to die! Pebblepaw thought to herself, her vision tinted slightly red.
"Take her to the den," Hawkfoot ordered, snapping Pebblepaw out of her thoughts.
Pebblepaw nodded and began to drag Blossompelt into the medicine cat den, perhaps a bit too aggressively. She plunked the young warrior into a nest. Fuming.
"Oh look," Blossompelt sneered, raising her head slightly "It's Cripplekit!"
Pebblepaw ignored her and began to sort the herbs. She was interrupted a few heartbeats later by Blossompelt whining.
"Help me, you stupid excuse for a medicine cat!" Blossompelt snarled. Rage rose inside Pebblepaw and she growled quietly. I'm going to kill her... she thought to herself. I'm actually going to kill her.
"Be patient!" Pebblepaw hissed, as she searched through the herbs.
Aha! She thought triumphantly as she pulled out a cluster of blood-red berries that had been hidden at the back of the store.
"Eat these," she ordered, dropping a few at Blossompelt's paws, anticipating what would happen next.
Suddenly Blossompelt began to choke, writhing in her nest. "Help me!" she wheezed, gaze alight with panic. Pebblepaw only smiled at her, eyes gleaming with hatred. She waited until Blossompelt's movements became more feeble, then bent down to whisper in her ear.
"Who's the stupid one now?" She growled. Blossompelt's flank heaved one more time, then she was still.