The Heart of a Lion
Chapter 13: Desirable Revenge
Lionblaze did not return to camp that night. He couldn't go back there to where the Clan milled around or slept, blissfully unaware of the heartbreak he just faced. He felt like he couldn't walk another step or take one more breath. He wandered aimlessly through the forest, hardly caring about anything.
It's over.
Those two words were enough to crush Lionblaze's thoughts. He didn't know why the love of his life did this. She betrayed him left him feeling like this after all they had. She said so herself it was over, and Breezepelt was with her! Why?
"She betrayed me, the kits, everyone." Lionblaze stopped and hung his head with sorry and felt the stinging feeling of betrayal weigh down on his heart. Her words still echoed in his mind and how she looked, so convincing, when she broke his heart.
Then there was Breezepelt. He looked so smug about the whole thing. Heathertail dumped him for that mangepelt. What about him made her end their relationship?
Lionblaze kept reliving the moment over and over again in his mind. He didn't move for some time, and somehow the view of silverpelt over his head wasn't comforting. Maybe StarClan destined it to be like this from the beginning. They probably forecasted this entire thing, twisting the events to go out of favor with him and Heathertail. If his ancestors were looking down on him right now, what were they thinking? Were they sorry that he faced such tragedy, or were they satisfied that their precious warrior code was safe.
"I defy you, StarClan," he whispered, his voice trembling. "And Heathertail. Why did you do this to me?"
What about the kits? He had three beautiful kits, one that even looked like him, and now they were swept away. Powerless to tell them anything about him and his life, the kits would grow up thinking Breezepelt as their father. They would never think they had a paw in two Clans.
Lionblaze's ears were hot with anger. Breezepelt took everything away from him, even his kits. He did this. Heathertail was gone, and he couldn't return back to ThunderClan. How could he? He was trembling with the urge to attack something. He turned around and raked his claws on the bark of a tree, slicing off shards of bark. He wanted it to mean something.
Breezepelt.
That sorry fox-hearted warrior would pay for what he did. Lionblaze felt he had no loyalty to anything but revenge right now. He would get it.
He began running back in the direction of the WindClan border, his claws itching to rip Breezepelt apart. He covered ground quickly, uncaring that what he was about to do would violate the warrior code. He crossed the WindClan scent markers into the territory. The open moorland stretched on ahead of him, and on the other slope he caught sight of the late night patrol moving its way around the border. Keeping his body low to the ground, he used the grass for cover.
Lionblaze had been to the camp before. There was a dog attack near the camp when he and the other ThunderClan warriors had to help. It was moons ago, but he still remembered vaguely where the camp was. It would be out in the open surrounded by gorse and heather. It would be hard to find in the dark, but the scent of WindClan would lead him there.
Heathertail doesn't want you anymore. She will be sorry when I have Breezepelt dying under my paws.
Such bloodthirsty thoughts. Still, it should be over quickly. With his outstanding fighting ability, he would have Breezepelt down in seconds and it would all be over. In only a few seconds hidden by the night, Breezepelt would be dead.