A/N: Sorry about going back on that previous chapter, I'm having a hard time right now but let's get the plot moving for real this time.
New poll, please give me your thoughts.
"Watch where you're going half-face!" Blueheart cried out as Brokenpaw pushed him by accident.
Brokenpaw ignored Blueheart's meow, and just pressed onward as the tom grumbled from behind him. Brokenpaw felt a paw running back up to his face, the scars still not healed and fur was refusing to grow. It has become so usual, Brokenpaw almost forgot it was there.
He fluffed out his fur turned away bristling with anger; Blueheart just continued walking towards the camp entrance. Brokenpaw stormed towards the apprentice's corner of camp. Twisted sat atop the tree stump, she turned and smiled at him while gesturing to the spot next to her. He leapt up next to her and lay down as the she-cat stared around the camp. "So, how was the hunting trip?" she asked while keeping her eyes trained on what was in front of her.
Brokenpaw stretched out his limbs in front of him, and he met eyes with Lightpaw who was approaching them. the pale golden she-cat smiled, her one blind eye remained trained on him as it stared blankly out in front while Lightpaw's one good eye fell down towards the ground. Brokenpaw waved with his tail, and Lightpaw returned the gesture while heading towards the fresh kill pile. But she turned to glare at Twisted for a while.
"Brokenpaw dear?"
Brokenpaw nearly jumped out of his fur as he turned to face twisted, who had a sour look on her face. "Could you go get us a mouse to share from the fresh kill pile?"
Brokenpaw nodded, before he turned and padded towards the pile. He sniffed and looked around, then he saw Lightpaw carrying away the last mouse. he turned and headed back. "There isn't any over there." he meowed.
Brokenpaw could feel the burn from Twisted's duel eyes before she spoke. "That's alright, I'll take this one." She meowed, before leaning down and plucking up the mouse from between Lightpaw's paws.
"Hey! Give it back!" the she-cat squealed as she got on her hind paws to try and grab it from Twisted's grasp.
"Twisted, I can go get us another one; give Lightpaw's mouse back to her!" Brokenpaw offered, but the last part turned into an order.
Twisted glared at him, and dropped the mouse down onto Lightpaw's head. Smacking her on the blind side and leaving a indent on her fur. She grumbled, before lying down and looking Brokenpaw in the eye with a questioning eye.
"We'll go get our food ourselves then, and let's do it quick before I get bored."
Brokenpaw followed Twisted out of camp and towards the hunting grounds.
"Darkkit, his name will be darkkit.
Darkstar sat staring down at the grave at his feet, his cold blue eyes trained and his pupils narrow slits. The voices of his past filling his mind.
"Darkstar."
The skinny black tom spun around and met he familiar green eyes of Redwhisker. "What do you want!"
The large reddish brown tabby moved forward. "Starclan has told me to tell you…"
"NO! I will not listen to starclan now, they hated giving me my nine lives; go away!"
The spirit faded, and Darkstar's eyes wandered back towards camp.
He needs to get rid of him now.