What it takes, Chapter 9
Sorry for the somewhat lateness. So here you go (: HAVE ANY OF YOU STARTED READING THE LAST HOPE? I have!
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors cuz if I did you guys would know!
It was the morning after the gathering and gray clouds covered the sky, pushing the sun behind them. When the sun was supposed to be shining, the sky was dark and gloomy reflecting the mood of a young heartbroken she-cat. Her dull green eyes never looked up as she padded out of the warrior's den. Her ginger fur stuck up in places and was filthy, hiding the shine of her pelt, her ribs stuck out, her shoulders sagging. She walked right past the fresh-kill pile with practiced skilled paw-steps. As she reached her destination on the corner of the camp, she turned her back to the clearing and lay with her head in her paws. Silently she wept, a sad broken song drifted to the clan above.
Gingersong's POV
Tears steadily rolled down my face as I stared at a crack in the gorge. I could hear daily Thunderclan life proceed behind me. Patrols went out, fresh-kill was brought back to camp, apprentices learned, elders recalled life stories, and… a tom licked the growing belly of his mate. A sob wracked my body as I thought of the kits that I thought one day would be mine. Ever since I was a kit, I always dreamt of carrying his kits… being the one who whispered sweet things in my ear, pressed his pelt across mine and loved me.
But instead it was my sister who he gave his love to. Left the she-cat he told he loved to wallow in the shadows as he never took the time to even care about her feelings and just rubbed it in her face. It was the worst kind of pain. It was more painful than when Breezepelt attacked me, almost taking my life, and now I wish he did. I wouldn't have to live with the pain in my heart. My stomach growled loudly, hunger striking me. I pushed it away with ease. The pain helped…
With shaky paws, I stood up and half dragged myself to the thorn tunnel. Once out of camp, my plan surfaced. I padded for the lake, rain pelting my fur. Once I reached the lake, I was soaked and chilled to the bone. I stared at the icy depths of water that stretched out all around me. Just as I planned, the water splashed hungrily at the shore, the water was deadly in a storm. It would take a strong and experience Riverclan cat to swim out of the water if they fell in. I wasn't planning on falling in… I planned on doing something else.
A twig snapped behind and I spun around, staring in the worried blue eyes of Sparkfire. His dark gray fur was soaking wet, his golden paws sleek with mud.
"What are you doing, Gingersong?" He asked.
"Can't I stand by the lake?" I hiss at him, he didn't understand. He kept telling me to get over it. I couldn't get over it. Didn't he get it?
"Not in the middle of a storm! And not by yourself, you're too reckless!" He hissed back, his tail flicking.
"Who are you to tell me what to do! And I am not reckless!" I yowl at him, growling, my fur bristling.
"I'm your best friend! And you are too reckless! Gingersong you tried to kill yourself!" He yowled back at me, his fur also bristling.
"You don't understand!" I screech, baring my teeth.
"Maybe I don't! But you can't keep moping around and starving yourself over a stupid tom! I mean who cares?" He yowls at me, face inches from mine.
"I care!" I shriek so loud, his ears pin back against his head, his eyes wide. I whisper more softly, "I love him"
"Well he doesn't love you," He snarls, turning on me and mutters over his back, "But I do"
"I don't care! I hate you!" I growl. I watch heartbroken as he stalks away. I collapse on the ground, more sobs escaping my throat. Why me? Why, Starclan, why?
"Gingersong… its time to go back to camp," A soft whispers to me. I look up to see the tortoiseshell pelt of Spottedleaf. Her eyes blink softly down at me.
"Too bad," I hiss at her. "I'm done being Starclan's puppet! I don't want to go back to camp! I don't want to see him!"
"Who's him? Sparkfire or Redfur?" She asked softly, which only made me angrier.
"That's none of your business," I snarl at her.
"Gingersong please… Please go back to camp. Its too dangerous out here," Spottedleaf urges me, her eyes panicked.
"Good! Let danger come!" I growl.
"And danger has arrived," An all too familiar voice says from behind Spottedleaf. We both turn to see Tigerstar. His faded pelt gleamed in the dark night, his evil smile dancing across his lips.
"Tigerstar! Get out of here!" Spottedleaf growls.
"Oh but why? I want to see Ginersong's destiny come true. Her dark forest destiny," He murmurs, his voice evil.
"I don't have a dark forest destiny," I snarl.
He only laughs evilly, his laugh ringing in the darkness. Spottedleaf and him fade away.
I turn back towards the lake. What's there to live for anymore? Who was I talking about?
With several deep breaths, I took a step a step towards the lake. The waves leaping hungrily at my paws. With a mighty leap I jumped into the lake, landing a few fox lengths from the shore. I gasped as the icy water soaked my already cold fur. The water dragged me below its surface, the water filling my lungs. I struggled for breath, one last thought coming to my head. Tigerstar's words.
"She'll want to kill herself when she finds out what this apprentice has in store for her," Tigerstar said, an evil glint in his eyes.
I finally knew what he meant. Redfur caused my death. I let the water drag under the surface and I watched as the sky grew farther away, my last breath full of water. And it was then, deep in the water, my heart died.
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~Tangleflame