My name is Bloodscar.
Yes, Bloodscar. It's actually a tradition to have a two word name for Gnawers though there were one word names. Where I live we're not the sewer Gnawer you usually see. I'm five foot four, I am a five foot four tall Gnawer called Bloodscar.
I lived in the Dead Lands for the first so and so years of my life, the people and creatures outside of the Dead Lands don't think anything was there.
But we were.
I lived in a small clan of Gnawers, we lived underground in tunnels, that's why when Killers flew over on Fliers didn't see us.
I've been an orphan for as long as I can remember, I'm forty-two years old and have lived through many battles.
I have brown fur on top of me with a longer part of it almost going over my eyes and golden fur on my stomach. I also have unusual vibrant green eyes.
And this is my Underworld story.
B L O O D S C A R
I was thirty-five when it all started.
I only had one friend; Fangtooth. Fangtooth was an orphan like me, and she'd been my best friend since I could remember. We had met because we were both orphans and the same rank. She had dark grey fur and such dark brown eyes it looks black most of the time.
In our small clan we had Gnawer members who traveled long distances from the Dead Lands to the large Gnawer colonies, so we could see what was happening with the outside world and wasn't cut off from everything.
Also we needed food, there wasn't any food other then ourselves in the Dead Lands, that's why they called it the Dead Lands. Sometimes we went hungry but we learned to live with it.
Most people, or creatures, would ask why we didn't join the colonies or form our own clan, it was because of our leaders. It wasn't that they were mean, or control freaks. They just didn't trust the outside gnawers, they said they were harsh and cruel, we were more then them. We weren't savage like they had described them.
I think it was when I was fourteen when I became aware that I was different from the others, and then I got in my very first fight.
That day I had murdered, my first but not my last.
I was only fourteen and I had killed a Gnawer several years and ranks above me, his name was Nightpelt. I was visited by the leaders that night. They led me somewhere and told me what I was.
"Bloodscar, you are probably wondering why we have called you after the resulting death of Nightpelt." They had started rather calmly, I nodded my muzzle up and down.
"It is because we have realized we have clearly over looked your condition." He said, he confused me but I kept listening. "When you were a pup you showed clear signs of an aggressive fighter, but we didn't think it would be this serious. There is a name for ones like you, Ragers." He explained, but I found myself even deeper in confusion.
"When you are angry or strongly upset, you result in what you are deep inside. A Rager, which means you are one of the ultimate fighters." They explained more deeply, I didn't want to believe it, I couldn't. "I would be lying if I told you you weren't the most powerful fighter of our clan." He said, it was like I was being ripped apart from the Gnawer I thought I was.
I was scared, and what scared me the most was the fact that I was scared of myself. That night I didn't sleep. I lived with the knowledge that if I ever became angry or upset I could kill most of my clan, and then I was visited again by the leaders.
Because there were no males of my rank and because I was a Rager I was arranged to make the son of the leader of the clan; Clawshard, my mate.
Normally I would've already had a mate, but since there was none my rank and male I had been passed by. I met him for the first time in one of the rooms underground, he had light brown fur on top of him and dark grey fur underneath. He had deep black eyes.
"Hello." I said, almost squeaked, quite shyly, he nodded back. "You're a Rager?" He asked, and I nodded in response. An awkward silence followed but was soon covered by Clawshard's father. "Why don't you two do something together? You can get to know each other more." He suggested, well, more like insisted.
We went on a walk and actually had some things in common, he was curious about the rats that were supposedly cruel and heartless outside in the colonies. He also told me that he wished he was a Rager. I simply told him that it wasn't a gift, it was a curse.
That day a black furred Gnawer named Blackshade came and told us that Sandwich's prophesied Warrior was there in the Underland. Other rumors of a war starting reached us too, though it wasn't highly unlikely for Gnawers to have a war against killers, I've lived through an ambush that was apart of one of them.
We had heard that the killers drowned hundreds of gnawers in the Garden of the Herespides, it sounded awful and tragic. Hundreds of gnawers but also killers and fliers drowned because a terrible and pointless feud. I was twenty-six at the time, even though I wasn't there with the dead and the depressed, I could sense there was a great sadness in the air.
We also got rumors that nests of Gnawers were in the Dead Lands with us, though we were hidden and strong, we were frightened.
Then a few months later rumors of a white gnawer called the Bane came, he didn't come to us but we heard he had been rounding up Gnawer clans to follow him in the war against the city of killers; Regalia.
After that it was silent. Then suddenly a terrible plague hit us, it came with Blackshade our messenger and we were forced to kill him, but it had already spread and it spread to Redfur; Clawshard's father. He took his own life for the clan and we had to get as far as possible from our previous home.
We wandered the Dead Lands and found an abandoned nest, we knew then that the rumors we had heard from Blackshade was true. Me and Clawshard became the new leaders of the clan, and surprisingly I found myself falling in love with him. He had a serious side but he also had an almost caring side.
And that's when the Gnawer came and twisted up my life.
I was taking care of some new pups that were only a year old. Their mother, Dewclaw, had gone to get solid meat for them. I heard snarls, screams, and growls. Soon after I heard the sound of more aggressive fighting, I looked out cautiously outside of the cave we were in.
My green eyes widened as I saw nine large male Gnawers fighting our eight, they were fighting furiously. I felt myself getting angry and the rising Rager monster inside of me started to stir, in an attempt not to lose control I quickly blocked it out with my love for Clawshard and my confidence in the Gnawers of our clan.
However one of the Gnawers on the intruder's side saw me, he turned his attention to me and pinned me down in a matter of minutes. He gave me a long gash starting from the side of my left face and ending on my right cheek bone.
The result: My monster escaped.
I dug my claws into the Gnawer's throat wrapping my fingers around his plump Adam's apple and ripping it out of his skin, blood came from the blue and red disconnected veins, and stained my fur bright crimson.
I stood up with the Adam's apple still in my fist, I wasn't the same Gnawer just minutes before, oh, no. I was suddenly merciless to any of the enemy Gnawers who got in my way.
The small pups looked at me with curious eyes, not scared ones. They came forward and started stripping the dead Gnawer of his skin to get at the meat underneath for they were hungry.
I took a step towards the Gnawers who were still fighting. I dropped the Adam's apple to the ground and went after a Gnawer that was attacking Clawshard. I grabbed the back of his neck with my fangs and dragged him down the floor with me, I grabbed his head with my paws and made a swift movement cracking his neck with the unmistakable sharp cracking sound of his spine's disks shattering.
I left the gnawer's body and went next to Clawshard by his side, facing the enemy Gnawers. I could get a good look at the leader of the intruders, he was large and had a dirty light brown coat with a dark brown undercoat and beady black eyes.
I bared my fangs at the enemies and the others did too, but none of us made any first moves. Then the leader talked in a strange language, I had heard it before but only Redfur, Clawshard, and Blackshade knew it. Clawshard replied in the strange tongue, then both of the Gnawer leaders went into one of the rooms of the nest.
I waited for them but meanwhile kept an eye on the enemy Gnawers that had come with him, they talked to each other in whispers and I couldn't hear what they were talking about or if they were even talking in Gnawer.
Soon Clawshard and the other Gnawer came out of the room and I went up to Clawshard. "What is this about?" I asked, almost growling, he put his paw on my shoulder. "They want us to join them, they're going against Regalia." He informed me. I thought about this information. "What are you going to do?" I asked half warily, he stared out into space in thought for a moment.
"I think we should join them."
B L O O D S C A R
A.N: I know it goes through the books quickly but they're in the Dead lands and it doesn't really effect them since they've been cut off for a while in fear of the plague. Bloodscar doesn't know English because the clan she was in didn't like it was the language from the humans. Review
