hell on earth / ren

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He was laying in the forest, rough bark scratching his soft russet pelt. His bright amber eyes closed in a peaceful slumber. He was free from the medicine cats den, free from Fogheart's grasp, and free from Owlcall's pestering voice. Always shooing him back to the medicine cats den. It felt good to get out into the open and be able to explore again. It had been ages since he had been out here and he was more than ecstatic to come out and enjoy it.

Tallwhiskers ran through the forest. The wind blowing through his fur and he let out a joyful yowl. This is what he was waiting for. The rush he had been wanting. The breeze flowed through his pelt, and a large grin appeared on his face. This was bliss, away from Fogheart and away from that pestering, backstabbing Owlcall. Tallwhiskers snarled at the thought. She had betrayed him. So now he was shunning her, Thrushwing had disappeared, so she was essentially alone. Sighing, Tallwhiskers stopped short in th dead middle of the forest. His bright amber eyes scanning the trees. It was a calm, cool spring day, but something felt off about it. Something wasn’t right. It was uneasy with him but he brushed it off and went to continue running, but scented prey, Ooh, smells good Tallwhiskers grinned and stalked his prey, crouching low to the ground, he slowly moved forward, careful not to step on any unwated debris. Soon he was a tailenght away, and sat there, and waited for the right moment. Pounce! He landed right on the vole and with a blow to the neck and a bite to the spinal cord to ensure it was dead, he sat up, grinning triumphantly.

This is what he craved for, this is what being in the medicine cats den for a broken paw sucked. He couldn’t come out here to the forest and just run, run to clear his head, to let out anger, to do anything. The forest was a blissful place, one where if you wanted to, you could just run, and never look back. Often times he thought of becoming a loner to have that freedom. It just run and never worry about looking back, but one thing held him back.

Owlcall.

The stupid shecat betrayed his heart, betrayed him, and so from that, came a hatred. Sure he still loved her, but what was he supposed to do when she was still in love with Thrushwing? She wouldn’t go with him, but then again, she had once promised her that she would leave thrushwing, since he was making her unhappy. Tallwhiskers sighed. What ahd his life come down to? Sootfire had died, and now he was rejected by Owlcall. What more could happen in his life? Oh the fact that his family was gone? Dead even? Who knows. All he knew is that his life was a living hell, and he wanted to escape from it.

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[Rendezvous]

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She was angry, yet she was sad all at the same time. Thrushwing had left her, and now she had no choice but to be alone. Just when she thought she would be able to try and make things right with the grey tom, he vanishes. Poof, into thin air. For a moment, she had thought that Tallwhiskers would take her back, maybe her apologies would suffice, but things weren't that easy in the real world. Her friend had abandoned her as well, but could she blame him? She had said she was going to leave Thrushwing for him, but she had broken her promise. Now she was labeled as a liar, a backstabber even but that hadn't been what she wanted. This isn't how she wanted her life to turn out in the end.

Owlcall was on her own. And the worst part about it? She was pregnant. With Tallwhisker's kits. You'd think it would be Thrushwing's children, right? Wrong. That little frolic under the moonlight the last moon wasn't exactly all fun and games. Every pleasure in life came with a price, and this was the punishment that the she-cat would have to deal with it. She was to be a mother. Any other time, she would have been happy about it, but she had no mate. Of course, she could lie to her clanmates and make up some ridiculous name, but lying never really got her anywhere.

Once pretty green eyes were now shadowed with grief, despair, pain, regret. This was her own fault. Leaving the confines of the medicine cat den after speaking with the medicine cat, she made her way for the clan entrance. She wasn't going to be like Brightcloud, inconsiderate over her kit's health up until the last moment. She would take care of these little bundles of joy that were slowly, but surely growing within her. Yet a little voice in the back of her told her to do otherwise. You betray all of your friends. Everyone hates you. Why don't you just get rid of the main problem, you? The she-cat shook her head as she ran through the camp entrance, knocking the guarding warrior, Squirreltail, clean out of the way.

Letting her claws dig into the soft earth, she ran forward through the woods. However, her run of fury was cut short as she caught the familiar scent of a clanmate. A particular clanmate. "Tallwhiskers." She breathed as she skidded to a halt. Flicking her tail in slight irritation she looked to the tom. She had so many things to say. The brown tabby had been avoiding her for so long. "Please, hear me out." Would he care that she was carrying kits? Or would he simply think that she was lying again? Either way, she didn't care all that much. "I'm carrying your kits." They were not mates, so of course the tom didn't have to feel obligated to take his right as a father, Owlcall didn't want him to be a father to her kits anyway.

After the love triangle between Tallwhiskers and Thrushwing, the brown tabby had treated her like dirt. Who needed someone like that in their life? He was no longer her friend, even though she desperately wished they could be at one another's side again. At times she wished she could turn back time and start over from the beginning. But this was no fairy tale, this was real. Much too real. Why couldn't this be a nightmare that she could just wake up to a wonderful life with no problems? The answer? Life wasn't perfect.

Flicking her ears, she felt quite nervous yet defiant all at the same time. "I'm thinking of leaving the clans, Tallwhiskers. Everyone hates me here. And the only friend I ever had? I ruined our friendship. I cannot fix this. Most of all, I do not want my kits to grow up in a place where they will be hated." If she left the clans, where could she go? Perhaps she could live out the rest of her days as a kittypet. At least there, her life would be so much simpler and her kittens would be safe from harm. They would never have to worry about getting ill or suffering from the elements out in the clans. However, one thing kept her from making such a huge life-changing decision.

Tallwhiskers.

Had she ever really loved Thrushwing? She wasn't sure. One thing she was sure about was that she truly did love Tallwhiskers. Even though his sharp remarks wounded her mentally, she still retained feelings for the tom. But she could never be happy if Tallwhiskers wouldn't forgive her. Why would he? The tom had been betrayed one time too many, and there was always a possibility that it may happen again. The only thing mattered the most right now was that she had tried.

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