Wolfsoul gazed around, but all was dark. He tried to move around in the confining space of pure black; there was nothing beneath him, nothing above or around him. The falls ceaselessly sounded in the distance, the water melodically clicking down into a pool. He then tried moving in the direction he heard the falls, and he felt terrain forming underneath his paws, lending him limitless amounts of strength as he plunged through the darkness.
Wolfsoul's eyes shot open before he realized he had been dreaming. He heaved a sigh. What could the dream have proposed? he wondered. Why would I have to go to the falls?
But there were no answers given.
•Brooksong's POV•
The gray-blue river crashed against the bitter-cold sand, intertwining between large stones and flooding over pebbles. Before the current retreated, Brooksong saw an opportunity and struck her paw down in the freezing, silver water. She felt her claws hook into a fish, and she flung it to shore. Brooksong's claws sank into the small, gray fish to kill it, then cuffed her jaws around it and hesitantly followed Wolfsoul's scent.
•Wolfsoul's POV•
Wolfsoul hissed as he clawed at the gray tabby tom, his tail swaying. Their fiery amber eyes locked with his own. "Remember me, Wolfsoul?" He cooed contemptuously. Wolfsoul's eyes widened as he recognized Coalmask. The tom swiped at his face, catching him off guard. Coalmask leapt at him, pinning him down. He sank his claws into Wolfsoul's shoulders, slicing down his flank. Wolfsoul yelped and defensively surged his hinds into the gray tom's stomach, throwing him off. Wolfsoul scrambled to his feet and lashed out with both front paws, but Coalmask's claws met with his chest. He interlocked his jaws with Wolfsoul's neck and rammed his head against a sharp rock. The brown tabby dropped against the ground with a yowl; dark blood spilled from his wounds and dripped from his mouth.
The last thing he saw was the gray tom padding toward ShadowClan camp with a snarl.
•Brooksong's POV•
Brooksong heard a yowl that emanated from not many lengths away in the direction she was heading. Her ears perked and she began to sprint, carrying the lightweight fish in her jaws.
There was a bleeding brown tabby laying in the grass behind a rock. Brooksong dropped the fish. "Wolfsoul!" She exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with worry. She ran to his side and prodded him, waiting on a response.
After she realized he wasn't moving, Brooksong darted around to search for cobwebs. She had always known more about herbs than the average warrior after her sister showed her the basics.
Upon finding a bundle of the herb, she quickly hurried back to Wolfsoul. Brooksong applied it to the wound on his head, but there wasn't enough to wrap all of the wounds. She silently cursed herself as she went back for more cobwebs.
•Wolfsoul's POV•
Wolfsoul heard the falls again. The persistence was stronger this time, and the gravitational pull was overwhelming as it tempted him into the depths of the glistening water.
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He awoke to find that there was a gray fish before him. There was a strong scent of a cat nearby, and he panicked for a moment.
Brooksong! he then realized with happiness. Wolfsoul heaved himself up, but a sharp pain reminded him of his wounds. He found it easier to stay on the ground, and he plopped back down on the grass. He began to eat the fish thankfully. Brooksong padded back to him with clumps of cobwebs, and as soon as she noticed he was awake, her eyes brightened. "Wolfsoul," she meowed gratefully, nuzzling his side. "What happened to you?" She began to patch up the rest of his wounds.
He suddenly remembered what had occurred before he passed out. An image of the gray tabby tom flashed in his mind. Wolfsoul noticed that Brooksong seemed suddenly frightened, and he saw that his long claws had sank into the dirt. "A cat attacked me," he explained quickly, sheathing his claws. Wolfsoul lifted himself to his paws and began to wash himself. "How are you doing?" He mewed in between licks.
"I'm fine." Her ear flicked. "Actually, I just recently became a warrior." Brooksong said, excitement churning within her.
Wolfsoul's eyes gleamed wistfully. He remembered how proud he was to become a warrior. "That must be exciting," he reflected.
"Yeah, but.. I still feel bad about what happened to my first mentor." She pronounced quietly, as if she was hesitant about the topic.
"Why? What happened?" Wolfsoul was torn between curious and sympathetic.
He was met with silence at first as he stared into her eyes filled with sadness and confusion.
"She was dead at the border." The words struck him through the heart; he knew who had done it. Wolfsoul felt himself shaking as his gaze seemed far away.
Brooksong glanced over at him, her gaze suddenly filled with worry and distrust. "Wolfsoul?"
He tried to calm down, and he barely managed to speak out. "Yes?"
The gray and white she-cat narrowed her eyes. "What's wrong?" She demanded, her fur bristling with anxiety.
"Nothing." Wolfsoul met her gaze, but she knew he was lying. The disbelief in Brooksong's eyes haunted the brown tabby as his ears flattened. Wolfsoul turned and sprinted away. Nobody trusts me! He hissed silently. Pain shot through his wounds as he raced away to nowhere in particular. Wolfsoul stumbled over a slope in the terrain, tripping forward and landing on his chin. He tasted a warm, metallic fluid intruding his jaws and he choked out blood. Brooksong's scent lingered in the air, but it only diminished and became stale. She knew he did it.
