Wolfsong's Loyalty Series/ Darkheart: Scars

 Darkheart: Scars



OS: Drunk

OA: Ed Sheeran

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My reason: I love this song. Almost perfectly describes how Darkheart felt after Wolfsong clawed half of his face off in Wolfsong’s revenge. Anyway, Here we go: (Not the best song choice, but oh well.)



I wanna have scars when I wake up,

On the right side of the wrong bed.



Darkheart felt like he wanted to die. Or get greencough. His face had been mauled in the battle against Thunderclan three sunrises ago.



Dawnblossom loomed over him, a warrior by her side. “You’re in the apprentice den, mouse-brain,” she growled.



“Dawnblossom, don’t be hard on him,” said the other cat. “The battle left him in shock. He’s trying to get his memory back. Leave him alone.”



<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Dawnblossom sniffed. “He should go to the elders’ den, Stonestep. Shadowclan has no use for him anymore.” They turned around and left Darkheart alone, lost in a swirling storm of memories.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">And never an excuse I made up,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Tell you the truth I hate.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">He thought of a midnight meeting with Wolfsong many moons ago. She was Wolfpaw back then, and He was Darkpaw.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“You look distracted,” she mewed that night.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Darkpaw froze. He was thinking about Dawnblossom. She had filled his mind and caused him to fail at an assessment. But she was still pretty, no doubts about that.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I have dawn patrol. I have to leave early if i want to get some sleep.” A lie. Darkpaw was very good at telling lies.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Wolfpaw looked hurt. “I enjoyed my time with you tonight.” She weaved throughout the trees.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">What didn’t kill me,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">It never me stronger at all.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Seasons passed, and now he was witnessing the battle.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Don’t kill me!” he whimpered as Wolfsong pinned him down.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Why should I kill you?” she hissed. “I still love you, Darkheart, too much to kill you.” So instead of killing him, Wolfsong brought her claws down on right side his face, tearing the fur and stabbing the eye. Darkheart yowled. It hurt as much as his heart when he saw her kill his daughter, Shadepaw, moments before.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The pain still traumatised him to this day.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Love will scar your makeup,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Lip sticks to me,

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Love had scarred him. His face, but most of all, his heart. He shouldn’t have approached Wolfsong at their first gathering. If that hadn’t happened, he wouldn’t be sitting here while his daughter was in Starclan and his mate was spending all of her time with another warrior.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">He got up, and approached a patrol that was just about to leave. “May I join you?” he asked, as casually as he could.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Wasptail just snorted. “An elder joining a patrol? Who do you think you are?” The clan deputy looked away, and ran out of camp as if he didn’t want to be seen talking to Darkheart.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Darkheart, I’d like a word with you,” said a calming voice behind him. Ravenstar. “It’s time you joined the elder’s den. You’re not very…useful anymore. Your skills have decreased dramatically, and I’ve heard you have fleas.” She sighed.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">''No, Ravenstar! you shouldn’t believe the rumours Stonestep and Dawnblossom are spreading about me!''

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“I’ll announce you joining the elder’s den at sunhigh. But for now, go and rest. In the warriors’ den this time.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Yes, Ravenstar,” came the sad reply.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">So now I’ll maybe lean back there,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’m sat here, wishing I was with her.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Maybe joining the elder’s den was a good thing to do after all.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">After one moon of becoming an elder, Darkheart now spent his days in the shadows, eating prey, and dreaming of Wolfsong.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">''She still loves me. She’s probably the only cat who loves me right now.''

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">What was Wolfsong doing now? Hunting, maybe. Patrolling, fighting or spending time with her family. All the things he could never do.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I know I’ll never hold you like I used to.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Wolfsong,” he sobbed. I miss her so much.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“What’s that, Scarface?” croaked the elder sitting behind him. Scarface. It seemed to be his new name now. “Wolves pong? Indeed they do, indeed they do.” The elder went back to his snoozing. That elder. Always mishearing things. ''Well he doesn’t mishear my new ‘name’. I wonder why.''

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">A piece of crowfood landed on Darkheart’s face. “Maggotface!” jeered an apprentice. Darkheart didn’t bother to clean himself. There was nothing to live for now. He would never see Wolfsong again, Dawnblossom had abandoned him, and his daughter was dead. His clan looked down on him like a traitor. Starclan would be better than the life he was living now.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Darkheart,” called Ravenstar. “I’d like to try you out on a patrol. The battle left us with few fit warriors, and I’d like to give you a second chance.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Darkheart was ecstatic. He raced out of the den and followed Ravenstar’s patrol out of camp.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">But a house gets cold when you turn up the heating,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Without you to hold I’ll be freezing.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“It’s cold today,” remarked Darkheart as they headed for the border.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Ravenstar gave him a confused look. “Really?” she asked. “But it feels scorching hot today.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">A strange thing was that Darkheart didn’t feel the cold all over his body, it was only one place that was colder than a block of ice: his heart.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">The patrol walked in silence for the rest of the journey. Only Wolfsong could thaw his heart.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Can’t rely on my heart to beat it,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">‘cause you take part of it every evening.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Once the patrol was over, Darkheart was allowed a piece of prey and a few nights in the warriors’ den. He saw Wolfsong on the patrol with one of her kits—the tortoiseshell one—and her mate.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Every time he thought of her a part of his heart was stolen. By her. Each though would result in a stolen piece until his heart fully belonged to Wolfsong. His love, his loyalty, and his heart. He would watch over her from Starclan if he was to die soon, and one day they would meet again.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">No matter how hard he tried, Darkheart couldn’t melt his frozen heart. It was frozen in times of when he was with Wolfsong, some of the happiest times of his life.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Take words out of my mouth just from breathing,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Replace with phrases like ‘when you leaving me?’

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Should I, should I?

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Maybe I’ll get scars again,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’ll get scars, again,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’ll scars, again,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:22px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">To feel a bit of love.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I wanna hold your heart in both hands,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">And I’ve got no plans

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">For the weekend.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:22px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">So should we speak them?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Keep it between friends?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:22px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Though I’ll know you’ll never love me, like you used to.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">There may be other people like us,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">you see the flicker of the clipper when they light up,

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Flames just create us,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Flames don’t heal like before,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:22px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You don’t hold me anymore.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">On cold days Coldplay’s out like the band’s name,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I know I can’t heal things with a handshake,

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You know I can change, as I began saying,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You cut me wide open like landscape,

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Open bottles of beer but never champagne,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">To applaud you with the sound that my hands make.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Should I, Should I?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:22px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Maybe I’ll get scars, again,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’ll get scars, again,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’ll get scars, again,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:22px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">To feel a little love.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;min-height:22px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">All by myself,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’m here again,

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">All by myself,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">You know I’ll never change,

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">All by myself,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">All by myself,

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’ll just get scars, again,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’ll get scars, again,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I’ll get scars, again, 

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;text-align:center;font-size:18px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">To feel a bit of love.

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