I finally finished my one-shot Broken! It is twenty-five pages long. Plus, it is my favorite out of Ring, Dagger and Broken. Hazel freaks me out and Finn is a cinnamon roll. Hehe. You'll see. Just read it.
And my grandma has been here! It has been lots of fun with Connect Four tournaments and rounds of Bingo! My parents are coming home on the 28th and my grandpa is coming on Sunday or Saturday. Then we are going to celebrate my dad's, sister's and brother's birthdays because they are close together. They might do mine because they never do because we never visit them in the spring.
Sorry that this chapter is short. I accidently cut out a part and shortened it and I was too lazy to go back. Heh. Sorry.
Oh! And my forum, Rogue, has reached 100k posts! We're on the first page at approximately 13th or 12th place. I forgot.
Anyway, onto the story.
Chapter Ten
Crowfeather glared around camp, flaming. I wish Feathertail was still here…. Her brother should have died then we could have been happy together. But no, he lived and ran of with Brook. I got over it when I meant Leafpool but would anyone let us be happy? No! She had to be a medicine cat. Her father is the leader! She could have just stayed in the nursery. Cinderpelt was still around then! He ranted. Maybe I would have joined Thunderclan. It's full of half-clanners and kittypets anyway. And Nightcloud... she was so cliny. It was like she was scared of something and she needed to distract herself. Then she comes to me, saying she's expecting… we just became mates! I don't remember doing anything with her. Raised her son. All comes crashing down when this blasted Shadowclan cat… when is the gathering anyway?
Shadows started growing as the sun setted. The sky started turning different colors; various shades of violet and orange swirled together. The other clans didn't get as good as a view. It was clear that Windclan was the best clan. Clearly. The other clans are delusional.
The last of the patrols were coming back. Cats were settling down to share tongues and share prey before retiring for the night.
Nightcloud snuck toward Darkfang's den and Crowfeather frowned, eyes filled with rage.
There is something going on between them. The tom thought. I'm going to find out. She deserves it anyway… she ruined the way every cat looks at me.
Crowfeather swiftly followed her, staying out of her sight. He caught up and looked into the den. His eyes widened. I knew it.
The two, dark furred cats were sharing tongues together. What a strange thing to do with a prisoner.
He lashed his tail and whipped around, scowling.
Crowfeather made his way to the warrior's den in a huff. He took a thorn from the side on the den, he had known about it for some time now, and crept over to his former mate's nest. The tom buried the thorn between the bedding.
Crowfeather smirked. He didn't care how kit-like he was acting. The she-cat deserves every bit of pain coming toward her.
Every. Single. Bit.