The Mess of Loyalty



 The Mess

 Of  Loyalty  ''                                                "What type of mess have I become?" ''


 * 09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC)09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC) * 09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC)09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC)  No matter how many times we fought,   love will always conquer hatred.     * 09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC)09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC) * 09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC)09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC)   No matter how many times we fought,   love will always conquer hatred.    * 09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC)09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC) * 09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC)09:21, January 9, 2019 (UTC)   No matter how many times we fought,   love will always conquer hatred.    *

SWEARING AND ADULT REFERENCES ARE INCLUDED

Chapter One
 Bluestripe made her way carefully    through the thickening undergrowth of ThunderClan territory, her gaze fixiated on the tiny, moving flurry of brown fur at least one fox-length in front of her. The little mouse lifted it's head from searching for food to scan it's surroundings and Bluestripe hastily skittered further into the shadows, making little to no sound. Her stormy grey pelt may have stood out more than she had wished, but the undergrowth worked well enough to conceal her presence, the low hanging oak tree fronds providing easy coverage.

Deeming it safe to resume it's search, the mouse hopped down back on to all fours and squeaked loudly. A quiet hiss on Bluestripe's left distracted her enough that she tripped and her paw crackled a tiny twig she hadn't noticed previously. Swearing colourfully, the mouse squealed and sprinted off, only to fall prey to another cat.

The tortoiseshell feline landed a swift killing nip to the mouse's neck, killing the mammal immediately. Rising to her paws, Bluestripe slithered over to the cat, a scowl the pridomanent feature on her face. "Oh, relax Bluestripe!" The cat groaned, a small grin replacing the absolute concentration that had been on their face beforehand.

A second cat emerged from the folliage behind the tortoiseshell, undoubtly the owner of the hiss that had lead to Bluestripe's unsuccessful catch. "It's just a mouse. I'm sure there's some more impressive catches out there to take," the newcomer meowed through a smirk, an amused gleam dancing in their eyes, their black coat gleaming in the golden sunlight.

Bluestripe managed a sarcastic eye roll, before responded coldly, "Oh, I'm completely sure there are, Larksong. But I'm also fully certain that you know why I may be a tiny bit... what's the word? Irritated." The tortoiseshell laughed around the mouse dangling from their jaws and responded for the black tom, "Larksong is growing less and less intelligent as the sunrises go by."

Another eye roll was all Bluestripe offered in response, before swinning around and swishing her tail. "Aww BLuEsTriPe!" The tortoiseshell complained and Bluestripe groaned loudly. "Don't be such an asshole." The fake-sweet she-cat slid up to her side, still mumbling around the mouse. Larksong lagged behind, chuckling quietly. Oh what fun these two ametuers were.

"I'm going back to camp... I've lost hunting motivation," Bluestripe told them simply, beginning the hasty walk back. The two younger cats followed, their bickering a constant echo in the background as the scenery blurred past.

"Shut up Leafshade! I'm the reason that you caught that mouse."

"Self-centred much, Larky."

"I told you not to call me that!"

It continued on like that until they reached camp and Bluestripe hurried ran through the thorn barrier, nodding quickly to Cloudtail, who stood guard. He shot her a friendly smile back.

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To be Continued.