[Sleek]

FLAMEFLICKER

 

Flameflicker reeled from the terrifying blow. His vision blurred and his stomach churned. He felt his bile come up, but he pushed it down. "Fine," he snarled, baring his fangs, "This stupid clan full of idiots was useless to me anyway." He spat in the direction of Bumbestar, picking up Morningsight's body delicately.

He trudged out, scratching on the trees along the way. He dragged himself far away from Thunderclan's territory, collapsing by the exhausting effort once he reached the outskirts.

What was he to do? Was he really gonna become a loner? He swallowed, then- wait. No. He didn't swallow. He couldn't. His throat was too dry. How long had he been traveling here, lugging his dead mate's body? He had no clue. He smelled mouse, but ignored it. No. Bumblestar was not going to have this win. He would bring revenge upon her, shattering her clan. He grinned at the thought. Maybe, by inflicting all the pain that had crashed down upon him on others, maybe, finally, he would be free of it.

 

The flashbacks came crashing down again. His mother and father, slaughtered by foxes. His brother, bleeding out. His mate, taking her last breath. His leader, crashing her forepaw on his skull, kicking him out of the clan. He flopped down, struggling to breath through the pain.

All this trauma he had suffered. Why? Why was Starclan so cruel? He didn't have an answer, nor did he care for one. Sniffling, he dug a hole, burying Morningsight, and covered it. He covered it well. No matter how badly the clan thought of him, he would not let them think bad of Morningsight- or damage her dead body, in any way. He picked up some dead moss from a nearby tree and shoved it together, collapsing on it. He was so tired. He closed his eyes, sleeping soundly until the next day.

@dino. - Bumblestar mention