Sharpthunder's Forgivness
Challenge for the forum SoulClan, Where The Lost Souls Are Found
ThunderClan Territory
I pad out of camp, waiting for Mothdawn to catch up. Once she does, we head out farther away from the ThunderClan camp. Mothdawn's following silently behind me, not saying a word. The sky is cloudy, and the breeze ruffles my grey fur.
I replay the terrible scene over and over in my head. As we walk, the images torment me, haunt me. Most of the Clan can't believe that I'm doing this, when she deserves nothing. Yet I know if I don't forgive her, I would be bound by resentment's chains.
Which I don't want.
The image of my little sister on that Thunderpath, her brown eyes glazed, her body bruised and broken, broke me. She was my life, my only sister, my only kin. Our parents had both died in battle when we were kits, and that alone had taken a toll on the both of us. But Dewpaw had been that one beacon of light for me; that one sweet thing in all things sour. She had a whole life ahead of her, a whole lifetime of happiness and experiences. She was only an apprentice.
Back in the forest, Mothdawn and I stop near a large oak tree. I sit down and wait for Mothdawn to do the same. Her eyes are filled with sadness, guilt and grief. She looks at me with a weary gaze.
"Just go ahead and say it, Sharpthunder," murmurs Mothdawn, looking away. "Just say you hate me. Just say it. I don't deserve anything more."
You're right," I answer. Mothdawn flinches at my words. "You don't deserve anything but hate. My sister is dead because of you."
"I thought she could handle it!" protested Mothdawn. I growl, making her recoil. "You think she could handle going on the Thunderpath alone for the first time? You left her there to fend for herself, to be killed on that damned road," I say, my voice low, my anger simmering underneath the surface.
Mothdawn looks away, tears in her eyes.
I relax. I didn't want this to end in a fight. So I clear my throat and say,
"I forgive you."
Mothdawn snaps her head up at me, with bewilderment and horror. "You-you forgive me?" she whispers.
I nod, my eyes cold. "I know that by choosing to forgive you, I'm setting myself free." Mothdawn looks at me, her eyes beyond confused.
"You've caused me much pain, Mothdawn," I say, staring at her. "You are responsible for your own apprentice, my sister's death and everycat thought I could never forgive you." I paused. Mothdawn looked down, her guilt almost palpable.
"But they thought wrong."
Mothdawn glanced up at me, and opened her mouth to say something, but I continue.
"By choosing to forgive you, I will be free. I am not forgiving you because of emotion, because that comes later. I'm choosing to forgive you now, Mothdawn, and thats what I've done."
Bible Verse:
Ephesians 4:31-32 NIV
Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.
The End.