Darkpaw came back from his harsh training with Lionblood. He was covered with blood all over. His mother, Violetslash, rushed over to him. Darkpaw half hoped that she would rush him to the medicine den, but no. “You’re pathetic,” she snarled in his ear,”stupid weakling.” She ripped out a bleeding chunk of Darkpaw’s fur. Fangpaw, Darkpaw’s sister was also hurting him. Thankfully there was no Bloodpaw or Deathstorm, both were out on a patrol. “I’m sorry…” Darkpaw sobbed, blood leaking out his mouth. “Weak little vermin,” Violetslash hissed as Darkpaw collapsed onto the crunchy, bloodstained leaves.
Darkpaw woke up in the medicine den. “Kid, are you ok?” A voice asked him. Darkpaw was panting and broke out in a nervous sweat. “Are you ok?” The voice asked again, revealing itself to be Lilystream, a warrior Darkpaw went on a border patrol with. “N-nobody’s ever asked me that before…” Darkpaw meowed, his voice shaking. “Not even your parents? Or your littermates? Or your friends?” Darkpaw shook his head. “No… they haven’t. And I don’t even have any friends…” “Would you like to?” Lilystream meowed, holding out her paw.
Darkpaw and Lilystream were now the best of friends. She would listen to his worries and support him. One day, she took him out to a field of beautiful flowers. He picked a flower he liked and put it in his fur.
Soon, Darkpaw couldn’t handle his abusive family and mentor, so he asked his clan leader for Lilystream to be his new mentor. She taught him how to hunt, and showed him the territory.
Darkpaw became a warrior 2 moons after his littermates, receiving the warrior name Darkpetal, for his compassion and understanding. When Darkpetal was in his 38th moon, Lilystream died. In her final moments, she gave Darkpetal the flower she wore, which Darkpetal still wears to this day.
A Messy Trip down Memory Lane
