Gathering Storms

A small thing about Breezepelt. :P I just finished Fading Echoes and I feel sorry for him. Sunset 00:22, August 15, 2010 (UTC)

The Storeh
I just don't get it. My tail swished over the dried ground, and I let the stalks of dead grass dig into my tail, pierce the skin. Pain is good.

"Breezepelt, What's wrong?" she mewed softly. I sighed. Oh, Heathertail. You're o-so helpful. But you can't fix this life, can't catch the pain like you caught that rabbit... that should have been mine.

I purred at the memory of us bickering, apprentices, over that rabbit. Laughing. Living. Heathertail ran so fast, caught that morsel before it even knew that it was dead.

Nostalgia bit my ears and nose like the frost around us. But I grinning slightly.

Heathertail was confused, tilting her head. She didn't know what made me cheered up momentarily. I turned away and smiled, just a little, again. She didn't do anything, and she already made me feel better. That's what real friends do.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she whispered tentatively. I immediately bristled and lashed around.

"Talk about it? Talk about it?" I spat rashly. I saw my only companion flinch but keep her stance. "Talk about WHAT? You make it seem like nothing happened. Like Hollyleaf, that piece of dried foxdung, didn't spit the garbage she did today. Everything I knew was a lie, my life is crumbling..." I turned away. "There wasn't even any to start with..."

When Heathertail replied, her voice was sharp, yet nice. "Nothing did happen, Breezepelt." I tensed, nearly leaping and shredding her face. "Nothing's changed. The only thing changed is a couple of mousebrain's opinions of you. And does almighty Breezepelt really care about mousebrains' brains? They're too tiny to eat. Oh, admit it, you glutton. You love eating brains."

I swiveled my head back stiffly.

I really do love friends.