Chapter 13: The snobs return

Icetail woke up in a familiar place: the ex-warrior camp.

Wait.

She had woken up? No! This wasn't supposed to happen! She was supposed to have died!

Icetail started to panic. She knew where she was, but she still felt so lost. I wanted to die! She started hyperventilating and tried to sit up, but the cat next to her wouldn't allow that.

"B-B-Bluewhisker...?" Icetail barely managed to say. She was in so much pain that she thought she'd actually die.

Bluewhisker let out a low, long sigh.

"Yes. I had to save you. I realize now that you were trying to control yourself, and I apologize for not forgiving you earlier. Robinblaze here will treat your wounds, and you need to get some more rest. There's nothing to worry about right now."

Robinblaze was RiverClan's healer, who had been exiled for refusing to deal drugs to the apprentices.

Icetail just barely managed to smile. It was just a split second, but she smiled.

Then, Fishfur and Lightpelt came into the den and played "September" by Earth, Wind & Fire on their radio. (If you don't know, that's a song and i think it's kind of annoying.)

Bluewhisker punched them both in the crotch.

Later that day, Bluewhisker was out walking. She still felt kind of reluctant about accepting Icetail back into her camp, but she had to give her a chance. Icetail had been her friend for a long time, especially before they were exiled.

Something a bit odd happened back at the camp.

It was too subtle for Bluewhisker to notice, but Lightpelt was looking at her in a completely different way.

Then Bluewhisker looked over at him and saw him looking at her with "those eyes".

"I know you have a crush on me, Lightpelt. For God's sake, will you just stop looking at me that way?" She said.

Lightpelt was too shocked to move or talk.

Bluewhisker walked away.

Lightpelt watched her sleep that night.

Bluewhisker woke up.

She punched him in the crotch.

Now, I know you might be wondering, what about the snobs?

Well, I'm getting to that right now.

Redstripe, Tealstripe, and some other spoiled brats were being carried out of the camp on big, cushioned, king-sized lofts. They would poured expired beer on the apprentices if they stopped carrying the lofts.

Yeah, it was fucking ridiculous.

Redstripe and his goons had it all. The high-tier RiverClan warriors could ask for anything in the world and the apprentices/junior warriors would get it for them. And if they didn't, well, they would be severely punished.

Today, Redstripe had a special destination. He was going to pay the ex-warriors a visit. And none of them knew this was coming.

Redstripe wasn't necessarily out there to attack them, but he was planning do so bad things. And since he was a rich, spoiled snob, he could technically do whatever the hell he wanted.

Bluewhisker didn't know it yet, but she was screwed.

Redstripe was so fucked up by now, that nobody even knew whether he just got carried away in the good times, or if he was just doing this for kicks.

Either way, Bluewhisker was screwed.