Chapter 15: You can't bring me down...
Breezepelt stood in the centre of the windclan camp. He was surrounded by faces twisted in anger and revenge. Cats spat at him and Breezepelt snorted in disgust as the spit went on his fur. He wanted to so badly escape the weakness of Windclan, he felt scared it would rub off on him and turn him into a mouse heart. The dark forest was full of so much more power, no one there was afraid or had any doubts. They fought to defeat not to survive. Breezepelt missed the acceptance and respect that would glitter in the dark warrior's eyes as they watched him rip the flesh of his opponent. He remembered the satisfaction of ripping his claw's through skin and to get the reward of blood staining his claws. Am I turning into Tigerstar? Not that that's a bad thing. The strong wind carried the last scents of life from the hills into his nose, making him remember how harsh winter was in Windclan. He stood with Furzepelt, Harespring, Larkpaw and Sunstrike. All the cats who had trained with him in the dark forest.
The leader of windclan, Onestar, the small light brown tabby tom glared at him with dangerous yellow eyes. Breezepelt puffed out his chest, he wasn't afraid of the pathetic tom. "Dark forest apprentices, you have been reported to have betrayed your clan and trained with the clan's most feared enemies. The idea makes me sick. You are traitors. You trained to prepare to slaughter us all!" The leader had now stood up, fluffing up to be twice his size, his yellow eyes narrowed to the slightest black scratch. He hissed the accusation. The whole clan glared at the cats, sitting in silence.
Larkpaw came forward. "Please Onestar, I don't want to die alone, I don't want to be kicked out! Please, I didn't know what they were doing, I'm just a apprentice." The young cat was so upset she had started sobbing. Pathetic coward .I hope Tigerstar sinks his claws into her. Breezepelt realised with a start that the ambitious, dark warrior was dead. Where could he be? He can't be just gone.. There's so much more I want to know! Breezepelt snapped back into reality when Onestar hissed his name. "yes?"
The furious leader growled. "Breezepelt, I don't know why I haven't clawed out your eyes yet. You fought for the dark forest, willingly. I should have killed you that day."
"To be honest Onestar, I think I would have won." Breezepelt said coolly. It felt good to openly insult the leader. Onestar's face grew into a snarl.
"Don't tempt me." He whispered. His face deadly serious. Breezepelt saw another cat step forward, the cat who he hated with all this heart. Crowfeather.
The cat who he refused to call father had eyes of stone. They bore into Breezepelt's fur, like a flame. Burning him in the hatred they contained. Breezepelt shot a look of hatred at the cat and hissed. "I have made my choice. Breezepelt, you are banished from Windclan, and never come back." He looked at the rest of the cats. "And you? Choose. You do you want to go with? Windclan. Or Breezepelt?"
Furzepelt stood up and padded over to Breezepelt. Along with Harespring. Sunstrike and Larkpaw stayed where they were. Breezepelt felt a tiny bit disappointed. He didn't mind Sunstrike, he didn't like, like her or anything, but he felt that one day she and him could have been a possibility. That didn't matter that much though, Breezepelt didn't want anything to do with a coward.
Onestar lifted his head higher. "I see. Well, Larkpaw and Sunstrike you may stay, however for the rest of you..." He jumped off the rock he was sitting on. And padded up to Breezepelt and looked him in the eyes. "Get out."
"Onestar, thank you for freeing me of the chains of weakness, it feels brilliant to be rid of you mouse hearts." Breezepelt spat the last part.
Breezepelt unsheathed his claws. "To all of you, good riddance. Especially you." He glared at Crowfeather. He then looked at his mother. "I know you hate this place. I know you hate him. So come with me mother. You can have a life. Not one wasted padding after a heartless, traitor."
Nightcloud looked at Onestar, he nodded. She ran to Breezepelt and turned to face Crowfeather. "Goodbye... Crowfeather."
Breezepelt looked at the whole of windclan with a smirk on his face. "You thought I was unloved, a mouse heart, a traitor, a cat with the attitude of an elder. Well your wrong. I will take what I have learnt and become the greatest cat the clans has ever seen!" he yowled and with a nod, led the cats out of the windclan camp for the last time. You were wrong... You can't bring me down, you think I'm over but you haven't seen the last of me...I will be your nightmare to tell your kits, I will be your shadow that will stalk you in the night, I will be... a leader...
Dun, dun, dunnnnnnnnnn... Is it me or has Breezepelt got some anger management issues? Haha. Actually I really like Breezepelt, he's really fun to write.
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