The Tortured Servant Chapter 10 Sand's POV Gingerstar14: Someone requested I should have Sand's POV, so here it is! I decided to do that, because Honey would get boring because she can't do anything. Tell me if I should do more chapters with her POV or not. I really enjoyed this chapter and gave Sand a more shadowy and sad background. Sand plushies to all who review!!
Knife told me what he did to Honey right after they got back. His eyes sparkled with triumph as he described what he did. I said nothing. Knife would gladly do that to me, I knew, if it were not for the fact that I'd fight back. That was one reason for that. One reason I'd forgotten from so long ago.
I wasn't very happy as he described it to Midnight as well. His eyes sparkled with anger, but for a different reason. "You didn't let me come? I'd have had some fun with Honey." Suddenly I realized that since 'Foxdung, Fox' or whatever was talking with the ThunderClan cats, she was called Honey, even by us.
Sandstorm was padding toward me, her green eyes worried. "I heard what happened to Honey! You say a badger attacked?" I longed to yowl to the sky that Knife was responsible, but two reasons kept me quiet. I appeared as one of them, so I may be partly responsible in the eyes of some cats, and though I'm not afraid of him, I'd never want to fight Knife.
"I know. Horrible isn't it?" I glared at Knife. "Good thing Knife, Talon, and Leopard chased it off. They say it went over the ShadowClan border," It seemed strange to talk to these cats as though I was one of them. Sandstorm was becoming more and more like my best friend. Everything reminded me of her. I blinked the raw memory away. No sense in digging up the past.
"Yea, good thing. Hopefully the brute doesn't come back." She growled, unsheathing her claws. I nodded, but said nothing more, lost in thought. I seemed to dig up the past too often, just rememering bittersweet memories. Sandstorm looked at me for a moment, then turned and padded off.
I gazed after her, then shook my thoughts away. Since I was hungry, I decided to go hunting. Firestar had given us the ShadowClan border to hunt for ourselves, so not feeling like talking very much, I headed out of ThunderClan camp alone.
I padded abesntmindedly through the undergrowth, my head spinning. How could Knife get away with this? I just had to tell the others. He couldn't get away with that! But how could I tell? I'm such a scaredy cat, I thought, angry with myself.
Trust your heart, Sand. Remember, never give up, keep moving forward. The only one holding you back is yourself! The echoy voice filled my thoughts, so familiar, yet not one I wanted to remember. I flicked my tail and began to scent the air for prey. Almost at once I scented vole, and tried to distract myself with hunting.
Tracking it easily, I leaped in a single bound and killed the tiny creature instantly. I decided to eat right then, since I was pretty hungry. So, settling in a patch of heather I began to crunch it down in hungry gulps. Then, swiping my tongue around my mouth I got up and decided to go back. I'd bring back prey for ThunderClan if I caught any.
But now that I was full fed, I was too distracted to hunt for other cats, so I headed straight back for their camp. I wondered if we'd have to stay longer because of Honey's injuries. But, time would tell. On my way back, I caught a mouse, and to ease my conscience about not telling anyone, I decided to give it to Leafpool. Why did I do it? Because your a coward! Be true to yourself! Your not like them, but you sure act like it! The voice yowled. I shoved it away. No memories. This is the present, not the past!
When I got back to ThunderClan's camp I padded over to Leafpool's den. The tabby she-cat was sitting up, but Jayfeather was alseep. "He was up almost all night with Honey. So I could have a rest," Leafpool explained as I glanced at her.
"I brought you a mouse." I shoved it toward her, and she gratefully began to eat it. I looked at Honey and winced. She looked like nothing but cobwebs, and I knew that she put cobwebs where the wounds were worst. Knife did this! Tell on him! You know you should! This time I didn't try to stop the voice. But I knew I couldn't do it.
Pain filled my eyes as the voice said, Stop pushing me away. You don't like the past? Well it's going to keep creeping up on you until you accept it! I knew it was right, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Fighting an emotional battle, I calmly padded out of the camp, not showing my feelings to anyone. That's your problem, you need to tell someone, instead of bottling up your emotions and hoping to forget about them, as if you could somehow do that.
By now I was almost annoyed, and longing for peace, I lay down on my nest just outside the wariors den, but in the shelter of the bush, I lay down and tried to forget about everthing else and focus on sleep. Then, it came. Peaceful sleep. I only hoped my day would turn out okay when I woke up.