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    It was very worrying, carrying his wounded brother from Thunderclan to Bloodclan, but the jet-black bloodclan apprentice was pretty sure his wounds healed on their own. Leaping joyfully at the thought of Mentalpaw's joy when he found out he was finally home, Yang rushed in front of him. "Wake up, bro!"

    Grumbling, the Thunderclan apprentice opened an eye, expecting the happy face of Poisonpaw to be leaning over him, telling him Bloodclan lost the battle. Instead he was greeted by the enthusiastic face of his brother, in a desert. Was this where Bloodclan lived? It looked as if it couldn't support life if the whole ocean fell on it- how did Bloodclanners survive this horrible place? He remembered, though living here, his birthplace. "Why the fuck did you take me here?!".

    Truthfully, he thought he'd be happier. "What do you mean? The desert's nice, and this is where we grew up! You don't need to be imprisoned or treated like dirt anymore- you're a Bloodclanner now. Bloodclanners stick together." Unaware that he'd stripped Mentalpaw of his life, his relationships, the older cat smiled, only caring that he had protected his younger brother. That's all he cared about, anyway- who cares how much Poisonpaw loves Mentalpaw if Mentalpaw dies, when he could be living the high life, being the boss of every Thunderclanner?

    "I- I had a life, and a crush, and I was gonna tell her I loved her, and we were gonna be boyfriend and girlfriend and I was gonna rule Thunderclan, and the rebel group is going to be revolted if I join Bloodclan!", he gasped, breathing heavily, leaning over as the images of his imaginary fate faded. He would be a killer forever, accidentally killing off his clanmates and then being judged for something he couldn't control- he forgot to mention that, as he did many other details- but fantasies were always much less bitter than reality. Poisonpaw shared his feelings about almost everything, and that was what would make her completely irreplaceable- her being her. Tears beaded down the siamese cat's cheeks- how could his brother do this? How DARE his brother do this?! "YOU RUINED MY LIFE!", he screeched, fur bristling at the cheerful jet-black apprentice, his big brother.