"Listen, Wolffang. I'm sorry but I can't train here anymore. I have to be loyal to my Clan," Sharptalon explained. "But it was nice here."
"Who cares about loyalty to your Clan," Wolffang spat. His eyes clouded with misery. "My father wasn't loyal to me even though I told him..." he stopped suddenly, bristling. "Nevermind."
"But listen. Maybe I can still train here if we all keep our claws sheathed," Sharptalon suggested. He blinked hopefully at his friend.
"I don't know, Sharppaw," Wolffang sighed.
Sharptalon bristled. "I told you to stop calling me that. I'm a warrior."
"And here you aren't," Wolffang hissed. He turned, leaping on Sharptalon, his claws sinking into his pelt. "Kill Kestrelflight. Kill Snowbreeze and Frostheart."
"I won't kill a medicine cat," Sharptalon hissed, kicking and clawing at Wolffang's belly.
Wolffang clenched his teeth but held on. "You think that you won't. But I know you will eventually. That kittypet you killed... he was innocent."
"That's because you told me to kill him!" Sharptalon hissed. Rage burned his claws. "I have had enough of you telling me what to do!" He yowled. He struck forward, clamping his jaws around Wolffang's throat. Surprise lit in the tom's gaze.
Sharptalon hauled Wolffang off of him, knocking him to the ground. Wolffang's breathing was heavy and fast. He then realized what he'd done. Blood pooled from a gash in the dark gray tom's throat. He made a gurgling sound.
"Wolffang! I'm-- sorry!" Sharptalon gasped. I've become someone I can't control...
Wolffang got to his paws, flattening his ears. Blood dripped from his throat and dribbled down his chin. "I'm fine." He shoved past Sharptalon, leaving behind a dark trail of blood droplets as he disappeared into the shadows of the trees.
Sharptalon felt darkness swarm around him, which was then replaced by bright light. He stared around him, his paws itching. A grassy field was under his paws. Stars twinkled around him. Suddenly, a gray tom dappled with darker gray flecks appeared in front of Sharptalon, his dark blue eyes unreadable.
The gray tom had a torn ear and a scarred pelt. He looked at Sharptalon. "Sharptalon, I'm Ashstar."
Sharptalon blinked. He'd heard of this tom before. The recent ThunderClan leader that had given his last life for his Clanmates. But why would a StarClan cat be visiting him?
"Why are you here?" Sharptalon growled, lashing his tail.
"I was hoping you'd understand me," Ashstar sighed, sitting down. Muscles rippled beneath his pelt. "When I was a warrior, I trained in the Dark Forest too. I thought it would be good for me. But I was wrong. I hope you figure that out someday."
"You? Training in the Dark Forest? I'd never believe!" Sharptalon growled.
"I trained there. But I learned from it. Wolffang is my son, and I'm not proud he went there after death. Sharptalon, please, I'm begging you. Don't trust any of those cats," Ashstar begged. "I don't want more of my kin to end up there."
Sharptalon avoided the tom's gaze. I don't know how to respond. The Dark Forest practically raised me...
"Wolffang is not a good cat. Trust me." Ashstar blinked at him, his ears pricked.
Sharptalon turned on him. "Wolffang is good. He's my friend!" He hissed. "You know I don't care if I train in the Dark Forest. I'm doing it for the good of my Clan. I'm doing it to finally take revenge on my father and sister."
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Warriors: Sharptalon's Mist
Fanfiction.:SEQUEL TO ASHFUR'S INSANITY:. Sharpkit is born to Fluffypelt and is sweet and loving, but once his sister starts to bully him, his father joins in. Sharpkit is upset, but overcome with anger and plans to take revenge. As an apprentice, he trains i...
