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❝ Icicles Don't Soften When They Die. They Sharpen into Sabers and They Stab You in the Eye.❞ - The Scary Jokes

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༉‧₊˚. - "Open your eyes. They're all lying to you Hasty'Gust, you're not likeable." A gray Shecat spoke. She was a little bigger than Hasty'Gust, faceless and flowing fur. She looked like a ghost.

The gray toms eyes shot wide open. His mouth fell agape and he panted harshly from the repeated nightmare. This was the same nightmare he had dreamt three times in a row now. He briefly wondered if it was his mother coming to haunt him from her grave. She had done enough damage, why couldn't she just leave him alone?

He shook the thoughts out of his head, emerging from the warriors den and immediately making his way out of camp. Lavender'Dream sent him a concerned glance, which was nice, nice to know at least someone cared. No one tended to pay much attention to him. Maybe his mother was right all along.

He was rather useless and unlikeable, he thought, as he padded out to the fields. Unfortunately for him there was already someone there. Pigeon'Fur. Hasty'Gust wasn't particularly fond of Pigeon'Fur, but it would be fine. It would be okay.

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༉‧₊˚. - Everything was not fine. Pigeon'Fur teased the Tom relentlessly.

"All you ever do is sleep!" He giggled. "Everyone was right about you, you know? You really are just pathetic. Lavender'Dream is never gonna like you back dummy!"

Hasty'Gusts eyes widened in shock. His pose stiffened. "How do you know that..!?" He growled.

"Isn't it obvious? Everyone knows, even her. If she hasn't said anything then it's obvious she doesn't like you back- and I can't blame you! You're a lazy, useless, pathetic-"

Pigeon'Fur didn't finish his sentence before Hasty'Gust raised a paw, unsheathing his claws and striking the tom clean across the face. Said tom staggered backwards, blood dripping down his face. Hasty'Gusts eyes widened. What had he just done?

Pigeon'Fur lunged at Hasty'Gust.

"Aww is the baby angry? You know I can tell the whole clan about this- no, the entire forest! Everyone will know that you're a traitor, but everyone was expecting already, I'm surprised it took this long for your mouse brained self to snap." He sneered, headbutting into Hasty'Gusts chest.

Hasty'Gust stumbled back from the force, lunging at the tom again. He harshly but down on the toms ear. While Pigeon'Fur stumbled back again, Hasty took the chance to pin him to the ground. He sliced Pigeon'Furs neck open, dark red blood trickling down his white fur. Pigeon'Fur tried to speak, but it only came out as a garbled mess as Hasty'Gust  sliced and clawed at his stomach.

When he was done, Pigeon'Furs once white fur was stained a deep red. Hasty stepped back, and ran.

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༉‧₊˚. - Lavender'Dream looked at Hasty'Gust with hurt in her eyes.

"Why would you do this?" She spoke, voice wobbling.

He turned his head, choosing not to say anything as the rest of the clans disappointed gazes fell on him.

"Hasty'Gust- no, you no longer deserve to go by that name. You are no longer worthy of being a warrior." Dust'Star spoke calmly, anger lacing his words. Cobra'Flame stood next to the black tom, looking equally as betrayed. "You aren't allowed in Windclan. Leave. Now."

Hasty didn't say a word, turning tail and leaving camp as everyone's gaze followed him.

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༉‧₊˚. - Hasty wandered aimlessly through the forest. Eventually he came across a clearing with a deer skeleton. He picked up the skull, setting it atop his face. Fitting for a murderer, he thought. He just prayed he wasn't anything like his parents.

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❝ [AUTHORS NOTE] ❞

: ̗̀➛ TYSM FOR READING!!! I hope you enjoyed it :D

- Spencer / Pocket_Possum