people always point fingers

[goyangiandafeline]

 

here we go again.

when something goes wrong, people always point fingers.

maplepaw poked at the mouse in front of her. during her time in windclan, she had realized one thing: nobody can be trusted and nobody can trust her. yet, it was nice to stay in one place for once, so that she didn't need to move her damn legs all the time just so she wouldn't be in danger or whatever.

not that there was any danger.

it was all oleander's fault.

she had met oleander when fleeing from windclan. a fleeting moment. the white molly had been also running from some windclan warriors after "accidentally" (or whatever) hunting on their territory. the two crashed into each other.

maplepaw instantly jumped from her place up onto a tree. "who... arrre.. you?"

oleander shook her head, then glanced up at maplepaw. "oh, hello madam. why are you in that tree?"

maplepaw furrowed her brows, "...what?"

"why are you in that tree?"

"because you... bumped.. me ... foxdung."

oleander shook a leaf off her head. "so, you bump into somebody and your first reaction is to swear and jump in a tree?"

there was silence for a moment, before maplepaw mrrowed, "I.. bumped... you?"

"well, yeah."

from there, the two started to bicker about whether maplepaw was the one who wasn't looking where she was going, or if it was oleander who wasn't looking. when, in fact, it was both of them who wasn't looking where they were going.

but then again,

when something goes wrong, people always point fingers.





from then on, a friendship was initiated. the two started to travel together (much to maplepaw's annoyance). it wasn't until both of them had turned 16 moons old that oleander realized that she had grown feelings for this cold she cat. all she felt was horror when she realized. after all, maplepaw had told the story about her family. what if they ended up exactly like asterblink and wonder?

one day, oleander was out hunting when she came across a very familiar scent, and stupidly decided to follow it.

the scent had led her to a burrow-like den. there was a mixed smell of many things, like dog.. twolegs... and cat. oleander felt a sudden dread at what she'd find.

it was not what she was expecting. at all, actually.

there were 2 fully white and fully black kits in the middle of the den while a magpie stood beside them. it flew away at the sight of oleander.

"oh crap." she slowly came up to the kits. it was pretty obvious that the two were three days old. she turned over the really, really white one. its reddish eyes were wide open. the poor thing was obviously dead. oleander frowned and turned her head to the black kit. it was alive and still breathing, but shallowly. she instantly snatched the kit.





"maple!!" oleander yelled through the fur of the kit as she reached the place they were staying. maplepaw appeared from behind a bush and was instantly jumpscared by the kit.

"why.. do you... have.. kit?" she mrrowed as she peered at the kit.

oleander set the kit down. "I found it in a den that had, like, a bajillion scents. There was another one that died."

maplepaw narrowed her eyes. "leave it."

"what?"

"I... said leave.. it."

"wh..- WHY??!" oleander yowled.

maplepaw shook her head. "we don't.. have enough... rrroom to... carrre forr... something.... dependant on... us. plus... it'll die... anyway.

she was instantly met with a claw to her face, which she dodged.

"what the HELL maplepaw??" oleander yelled, "this is a kit!!! it should not lose its entire life ahead of it because you cannot care for it!!"

maplepaw let out a low growl. "fine. you... carrre for... it. it is.. yourrr fault."

oleander chuckled sarcastically. "no. foxdunged, no. it is your fault you cannot care for a baby. we both are caring for it."

the two bickered, more violently this time.

hell, they're doing it again.

they're blaming each other again.

well, y'know,

when something goes wrong, people always point fingers.