SandClan's Destiny Book 1: A Flame is Lit

Chapter 17: Left to Wait for our own Funerals

Firesong could not get the images out of her mind. Not before long, red was the only colour that could catch her eye. After a while, she felt burdened to share a coat of the same colour!
It was slightly unfair that Cougarfang made her attend so many patrols to the VenomClan border, which was reeking with blood and wet with sticky crimson.

She became so paranoid that soon she started seeing the worst in everything red.
Red on the rocks of VenomClan territory. Displaying the weakness of GreenClan.
Red. I'm red, too. I was born red. I'll always be red.

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Rockshade stared motionlessly at the stone ceiling above him. He knew someone'd be back with prey or some herbs to treat him, but he had to be patient. Some other warriors would be in and out requesting treatment as well. But suddenly a scarred eye obstructed the stone ceiling and Rockshade mewed, "Hello," at it with boredom.

"Rockshade! Look at yourself." Firesong beckoned him to a shallow pool in the back of the medicine den, where a tiny gap in the roof made it possible for rainwater to collect over moons. The sunlight reflected off its thin surface. 
Sunspots was sitting nearby, watching them and shaking his head sadly.

Rockshade stumbled to his paws and bent his head down to look into the water, expecting the worst. He saw cobwebs wrapped around his throat and he stretched his chin up to investigate. Red webs. He unraveled them, ignoring Sunspots' tutting, and glared at his throat with contempt. It was red and jagged, and the wound would obviously leave a scar, if small. It appeared as if a monster ran over him! 

Firesong flicked her tail at him, "Sunspots told me you might have a scar. Now we can match! And we can both remember our scars forever, and work to avenge ourselves. Mine from OakClan, yours from VenomClan."

"My scar won't be as obvious." Rockshade murmured, "No offense. So I won't really be remembering it much." 
Plus, he didn't want to work towards 'avenging' himself. Especially since he got his scar from battle, and she got hers from Birchstar just being a fox-hearted jerk.

Sunspots stood up, padded over. He seemed displeased at what Rockshade had done, "Come on." he mewed, "What a waste of cobwebs. There are others still wounded." and he went to his supply to retrieve some, wrapped more around Rockshade's neck skillfully, "but really, that entire battle was a waste of cobwebs. Blackstar's a fool. We shouldn't have even helped."

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Firesong padded up to Stormtail who was staring into space, his eyes playing different expressions like a film. "Want to join me by the pond to hunt some fish? We're running out of prey... and I don't feel like going to the VenomClan border for the fifth time today!"

"What?" His head snapped around to face her. "O-Oh yeah! Sure!" He stood up and followed her, asking "How's Rockshade?"

"He's doing well, but how's your gash?" She skipped ahead of him, turning once to meet his eyes before spinning again and trotting outward into the territory, feeling as happy as a dancing bug.

"It's barely a gash. It's just small, but deep." He gestured to his wrapped up flank, giving off a dismissive snort. "Not a gash at all really... Swiftfoot had it worse I'd think..."
His tone made Firesong realize he wanted to remain silent, so they did. They remained silent until they reached the pond. 

Firesong peered in at the limpid water, glad it wasn't clouded with dirt as usual. She could even see silver glimmers beneath the surface, and she felt her mouth drip with salivation. She just wanted to stick her head in and bite haphazardly into the depths, hoping to snap her jaws around a delectable fish.

As for Stormtail, he just sat and stared at the pond as if hypnotized. His eyes glazed over.
Firesong snorted. She just invited him out here, and he does nothing but feel sorry!