JEWELPELT
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“I think you should return to the hole you crawled out of, Darkclanner, or tonight might be your last.”
She runs, and she runs fast, how her paws let her. Pain, pain and shame in her heart. She should’ve stayed in her den, care about kits. She shouldn’t have been there, on that place, in that time. She could’ve as well stayed home. Her head buzzed with the attacker’s words, tears escaping fron her eyes. She should’ve not been there... why she was there anyways? Why she was there so she would see what she saw? She could’ve died tonight, and she still may. Jewel’s brown eyes were clouded, her flank was torn with a big, bleeding, awful wound, a deep clawmark across her cheek, a few more, less deep on her neck. In these seconds she got them, she was whiskers from death at the black she-cat’s paws. But she was alive, she was between the living. So she ran, she ran as fast as she could.
“What are you? A kittypet?”
Suddenly, a strange feeling escaped from her heart into her brain. What has the apprentice done to her? Would she be ugly now? She knew other cats from the forest were proud of their scars, but Jewelpelt didn’t want battlescars. She didn’t want to change how her flossy, silky beautiful pelt looked. The whole life, the only thing she cared about was her pelt. What if she wasn’t pretty anymore? Could scars be removed? Would she need to go to a vet? But there weren’t vets in the forest. Only medicine cats. Oh, StarClan, what would she do now? But wait, what the DF was she thinking about? Alexandra was speaking from her, and Jewelpelt didn’t like it. It didn’t matter how she looked here. Even a cat from other clan who just met her could see she was a kittypet. She didn’t belong. She didn’t... she didn’t belong. Then another strange feeling got into the mess she was. Die. She wasn’t good for nothing. She... she should’ve told the she-cat to kill her. To have mercy. To her clan. Because Jewelpelt was nothing more than a mouth to feed. But she ran for all the people she loved. Although she didn’t see a reason why would they love her. So lonely, she ran.
“But I swear if you so much as say anything about this.”
No marks of RiverClan were on the calico molly. The scent already vanished with the breeze, and with that came the wind of blood and fear. Jewelpelt wanted to tell somebody. But she couldn’t. No, she couldn’t. What the Riverclanner told her was horrible. Even more horrible was, she was useless in the situation. She was like a helpless kitten, the pain paralysed her, she couldn’t fight back, all she could say was it wasn’t fair. But practically, it was. It was a one vs one combat, Jewelpelt was bigger and older, on her own territory. But she failed, she failed miserably, and now her blood was marking the fern on the ground. What if she just made her think all Darkclanners were weak kittypets like her? What if RiverClan would attack them? What if ther wasn’t enough food and someone died? And it would be her fault? Now, the apprentice would continue stealing prey from DarkClan, and if anyone found out, she would kill her. Jewelpelt knew she would.
“I’ll find you, and I’ll end you, filthy kittypet.”
The threat of death sounded in Jewel’s ears, eyes filled of fear. Would she? Sure she would! Jewelpelt didn’t want to die. She didn’t. She knew she deserved to, but her senses were shouting she wants to stay alive. But she wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth to live for the wronging of DarkClan. It was her home, right? But she couldn’t. She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t say about her to anyone, or that she was from RiverClan. She just needed to live... she was having a strange feeling lately, very strange... what if it showed to be truth and she was... she would need to live to find out.
“I’ll find you and make sure you suffer a horrific death”
She didn’t want to! The she-cat was scared, in horror, injured. Every shadow was an enemy, every shadow was the one that did it to her. The attacker. She ran, hoping nobody would show up and try to kill her too. No, she couldn’t, she couldn’t say it. Her heart raced faster than her legs could, getting a heart attack would be pretty possible there. She would just run. She knew the camo was close- she knew it. She didn’t want to die in pain. She could smell her clanmates. Her clanmates... she didn’t deserve to be one of them.
“You are more worthless then real DarkClan warriors.”
Yes, she was. She didn’t deserve to be taken in. But still, she entered the camp, the vision of herbs and friends in front of her eyes. Why would she take the herbs? She didn’t deserve them! Others needed them too... Jewelpelt still walked slowly, panting. Deep bites in her flank, one big wound forming from them, a deep clawmark across her cheek, a few smaller on her neck. She needed help, that was truth. But the words still echoed in her brain. One word in particular. WORTHLESS.
