Brightheart's Revenge

An Unforgiven Grudge

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I guess it keeps you guys waiting ;D
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     Rage pulsed through my body and I looked around the camp. I stretched my claws out as far as they would go and I bared my teeth.
     "What- whats going on!" A yowl came from the entrance and my head whipped to the side. I growled low and stalked through the crowd. 'I will be the first one to get to you and the last!' I thought, pulling myself closer to the victim.
     My heart was beating like a million hummingbirds stuck in my chest, batting at my rib cage trying to get out. My claws tore into the ground as my legs pulled my body toward the gray cat.
     He looked frantically around the camp, eyes wide and tail fluffed. I smirked, leaping toward the murderer. He yelped in surprise as my claws connected with his flesh.
     He fought back with good blows but I made sure I dodged them well. "Murderer!" I hissed. My throat burnt after I hissed, like it took everything I had to say it. It was like a growl, nothing like a scream.
     But I knew one thing, it took all I had to say it and now I kind of regretted it.
     I clawed at his face, smacking into him. Rain had started to pelt down and I knew StarClan wasn't approving. Water splashed from the toms face every time I smacked my claws into it. Blood mixed with the dirt and water on the ground and I kept going.
     I had waited all this time and I was going to use all the strength inside of me to kill him.
     The gray tom growled loudly and I severed a massive blow to the side of my head. I stumbled to the side, shocked and confused. I shook my head and I looked to the side but it was too late; the tom smashed down on my, jaws gaping and teeth glinting in the moonlight.
     I bared my teeth and he landed on me. His claws sunk deep into my side and I let out a loud screech. Pain seared through my body as he tore at my skin and flesh, bringing his paw downward. I could feel the blood as it began to bead up from the cuts and more rage began to boil my blood.
     I tried to claw at the tom but he matched it with dodging and hits to the opposite side. I grew impatient. 'He should be dead by now. I should be standing over his dead, bleeding body!'
     I let out a yell as I ran at him, charging into him. My shoulder throbbed but I got to pin him down. He kicked at my stomach madly and I sliced at his neck fiercely. "I'll kill you for what you did! You're a murderer!" I growled at him. I could feel the last of my prey begin to make its way to my throat as the tom kept kicking and trying to push me off. I jumped back from his kicks and tried not to heave.
     "I was doing what was ordered to do!" He yowled, standing up and slashing at me. I hopped back and hissed. My fur was sticking up on my spine; even the rain couldn't keep it slick and flat.
     I shook my head, baring my teeth again and clawing at him blindly. My stomach ached, my bleeding side was stinging and my throat was still burning.
     I stood on my hind legs and so did he. I sliced at his head and neck and he kept blocking my hits with his paws, scratching my legs. I braced myself to leap at him, but before I could, the wind was knocked out of me and I was on the ground, pinned by an unfamiliar cat. I hissed in frustration, clawing desperately at the cats face and chest. She spat in my face and I sliced her eye, kicking her off of me with one big kick.
      She stumbled back and I dove for the gray cat, grabbing his shoulders with my claws. Holding on with one paw, I lifted the other and sliced the back if his neck. The other she-cat charged at me and she pinned me down. Mud splashed all over us and I yowled at her, "Get off you stupid mouse-brain!"
Her reply was muffled by thunder crashing over head. She lit up, brighter, and I could actually see her. She was still quite unfamiliar, but I knew her from somewhere.
     I was distracted and before I knew it, the gray cat was pinning me down, not her. I clawed desperately at his neck, but he was dodging them all. I was growing tired; I had used all my energy trying to beat him but from all the missed blows, I was growing tired.
     I grabbed his neck with my claws at the same time he grabbed my throat with his teeth. I felt his fangs sink into my neck and I fought back a scream. Gripping harder with my claws, I tore his neck open, feeling a bit of blood begin to seep out of the cuts. I felt his growl and he lifted his head, tearing off the skin.
     I screeched and he stood back, holding his neck. I stood up and stumbled from side to side. 'I was supposed to beat him, not him beat me...' I lifted my paw again and he looked up at me, bracing for it and I clawed at his neck again.
     He collapsed and soon after, so did I. I breathed in raspy breaths but my lungs were drowning in blood as I kind of drank my own blood. He must've bitten deep into my throat, puncturing my windpipe. I began to gasp for air but I couldn't get any.
     I thought back to when Swiftpaw and I were fighting the dogs, when I was blinded by blood - one eye obviously - and I could only listen.
     Now, I was blinded by the darkness that swarmed my mind. I tried to look around, but now, I guess I was blinded completely.


     I woke up in a field, a shimmering field with dew lathering the grass blades. There was a bright sun above head, no clouds in the sky. The weather wasn't too hot nor too cold, just perfect. I knew immediately where I was.
     I looked around the field and when I turned back around, a smallish white figure stood in front of me. Another white and black medium cat stood beside it and more and more cats came to join them. 
     Swiftpaw, Snowpaw, Bluestar, Firestar, all the cats who died recently and a while ago were here. But one stood out the most: Cloudtail. His broad head and hard eyes were now softer, freer. His fur blew in the wind freely and no blood was to be seen. He was covered in starlight, and the scent of stone washed in his pelt.
     "Welcome, Brightheart, to StarClan." Swiftpaw greeted and the cats around him dipped their heads.
     I was overwhelmed but happy to be around the ones I had once lost.
     I padded away with them, catching sight of me. StarClan really did make me happy. I got to be with my lost in and Clanmates and now, what was almost just as great: The disgusting scars I was stuck with for so long, were gone.
     My face was whole again, no longer broken. My face spoke of who I am now. I once was that broken Brightheart who turned hungry for revenge for the ones closest for me, and now that I finally got it and now that I was in StarClan with them, my face was once again whole. Whole like my heart.

     I had settled down in StarClan, watching over Dewpaw and Amberpaw greatly, watching them grow into bright warriors. Grief for my death was hard on them, but they managed to stay alive and keep going.
     And now, my story comes to an end.
     I had let revenge boil the blood that kept the ShadowClan grass in their camp alive, seeping into the ground. I had let that revenge kill me, thinking that all I needed was to see the death of Cloudtail's murderer of that one gray cat, when really, I needed to grow up and move on.

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