———— WINDSOR ————
ENGLAND IS MY CITY
Windsor jumped as he heard someone speak his name from behind him. His old name. He recognized the Canadian accent immediately. "Dad?" He was surprised to see Lightningtooth. Windsor knew that he had been captured, but since when did they release him? Unless... He escaped. Windsor was hit by the powerful aroma of maple syrup. "What are you doing here?" The tortie point asked. "I just wanted to say goodbye to you before I left." Lightningtooth said. "I'm sorry for chasing you out of WindClan. I really shouldn't have done that, and I regret it." Windsor felt kind of awkward now. "Don't worry about it." The young tom said. "I thought I could make it up to you. How aboot we go the park, eh? Does that sound fun?" Windsor's ears folded back. He was starting to become suspicious now. "I think I'll just stay here..." But Lightningtooth was persistent. "It won't be long." Maybe I should go with him... It might be fun... "Okay, but only for a little bit." As Lightningtooth walked ahead of him, his nose was completely flooded by the scent. "Uh... Why do you smell like maple syrup?" Lightningtooth stopped, his ears flicking back for a second. "I slipped in some while escaping. Don't mind it, it will wash off." Lightningtooth said casually.
Windsor stopped when they were about to enter a dark alley. "The park is the other way." He was really scared now. I want to go home. "This way is faster. A Kittypet told me." I don't think it is? Windsor had been to the park many times, he never knew of a shortcut through an alleyway. He hesitantly followed his father into the alley, not noticing how his steps began to slow down and Lightningtooth was now walking behind his son. Suddenly, Windsor felt teeth around his throat. He wanted to scream for help but he couldn't even breathe. He pieced it all together now. He was planning this all along! And the maple smell, it would be so no one would find out who did this to me! "You ruined everything for me!" Lightningtooth snarled, his voice muffled by his son's fur. "If you hadn't been captured by DarkClan all those moons ago, WindClan would have never once doubted my loyalty!" Windsor felt tears start to roll down his eyes. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please don't kill me, I don't want to die! He tried to struggle but it was no use. Will anyone miss me? Did I even amount to anything? I should have done more in my life. I didn't do anything important, I'll be forgotten within the next day...
"I'm... not sorry."