Spark { Warrior Cats Fanfiction ; Complete }

{twenty-two}

Warning: heavy blood warning and some dark themes going on in this chapter. Please do not read if you aren't comfortable with that kind of content.

       Cold white flakes fell from the sky, dappling the treetops and the forest below. Sparkfur's paws thrummed against the earth as she ran, trying not to think of the pain, the bitter cold helping by numbing everything. There was no way she had killed a Bray... But she wasn't moving... Why didn't she leave?! I don't know why it's bothering me, I didn't do anything wrong!

      The sounds of screeching cats seemed to intensify, filling her ears and pulling her out of her thoughts. A tabby cat hobbled past her, not bothering to look up, blood covering their tussled and clawed up pelt. She looked to where he was coming from: a small but steep rocky slope, bushes lining the top of the ridge. She could see the ears of cats peeking above brush as they leaped at each other, see blood spatter up and speckle the leaves of an oak.

She made out the shape of a russet tom clambering down the side of the slope toward her, blood dripping down his sides from a wound on his back.

      "Spark! What are you doing out here?" He blinked with yellow eyes as he realized who she was.

      "Cypressfoot? I'm here for the same reason as you." She tipped her head to the side, confused. Why would he ask? Isn't it obvious? There's a battle going on!

       He stiffened, tipping his head up.

      "Good," he nodded, relaxing, "and my name is Rust-- how many times do I have to tell you?" I don't have time to talk about names-- he'd better get used to being called Cypressfoot again, because nobody's going to call him such a ridiculous name like Rust once this whole rogue thing is over. Rust. What even is that?

      "I don't have time to chat, if you can't tell, there's a bloodbath going on and I need to go find Berryfoot right away."

      "He's preoccupied. Cecil had him pinned up just over by the bracken bushe--"

"Why didn't you help him?! He's going to get hurt!" Sparkfur snapped, eyes wide. I know Berryfoot can take Cecil... But he can't risk further injuries. He needs to stay fit!

"Because Cecil seemed to have it under control...?" the russet tom raised a brow, confused. He didn't understand me-- I'm not fighting with the rogues... But I think... I think he is!

"You're fighting on their side?! The whole point of you joining them was so that you could help DrizzleClan from being attacked by them!" She could just make out the fighting cats over the ridge,

"Spark, if you are--"

"Sparkfur. I can't believe you'd just leave your clan like that!"

"You don't understand." He growled, sheathing and unsheathing claws, pinning his ears back. "I loved Lambflower... I told her to wait for me to come back! But you know she's courting some--some... Bramble Den warrior?!" His teeth were bared. Sparkfur rolled her eyes, her own lip curled in a mixture of annoyance and anger.

"Oh, suck it up! If that's all it takes for you to be disloyal, then you shouldn't be a warrior in the first place!" Her fur was on end. Lambflower is a total thorn-in-the-paw, but there's no way she's the reason for him to leave the greatest clan in all of the forest!

"Yeah, I shouldn't be a warrior." He got down, ready to pounce at her. "That's why I'm a rebel." He leaped, but he had given her too much time to know he was going to attack her. She sidestepped.