Smoketail sunk deeper in their nest, wishing the world could disappear and they could lie there forever. They had confessed to Troutwhisper, and she hadn't liked them back. Of course she hadn't. Why would she? They wished they had never done it. How were they supposed to do their work, knowing Troutwhisper didn't like them and probably hated them by now. They wished they could go back in time and tell themself not to do it. It would only make them embarrassed and depressed. Besides, now they couldn't even see Troutwhisper without it being awkward. They buried their face in their paws. --------- Smoketail padded out of the den, looking up, their eyes adjusting to the blurry sun. A sharp memory from the previous day struck their mind, and their eyes dotted with tears. Troutwhisper was dead. She had died from a border fight. Their eyes stung and they padded back to their nest. ------------------ Their friends had died. It was horrible, and Smoketail had launched into a spiraling depression. To make matters worse, they had been assigned apprentices. Well, at least they had nothing left to lose. They sighed. Maybe they could at least try to be a good mentor, knowing nothing was left for them. Then they could just wait to join their friends in Starclan. They picked themself up and scanned the clearing, searching for their apprentices and padding towards them. They might as well make some good in their lifetime. -------- Author's Note: Finally finished! Sorry for the wait- I hope it was worth it!
Smoketail belongs to @-Lightningstorm Troutwhisper belongs to @Lillypad123 This is a story from my what-if gen thing I guess? You can commission a story here or whatever : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1001597017/
