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- - - updates for rfts !! i'll continue posting stuff , finally thanks y'all for being patient :') hazelwood is back ! - - - this has taken me so so so long the last chapter i posted was march of '21 soooooooo yeahh enjoy >:)) - - - - - - Chapter 15 - - - I looked at my mate, hope dancing in my chest. She was alive. But where were our kits? I leaned down again, to check that she was really breathing. She was. I smiled to myself. I had all the energy in the world now, to protect my mate and my kits from evil. Darkclaw padded over to me, eyes bright. “Well? I'm still your friend.” He mewed casually, sitting down next to me. “What?” I turned to him in confusion, eyes wide. “No, you are not. You're the one who put her in this state. If you really loved her, you wouldn’t have pushed her into a raging river.” My voice broke, as managed to continue. “If you really were my friend then you wouldn’t have tried to kill me.” Darkclaw looked lost for words. “But-” “No buts. You tried to kill me. That’s how you died.” I turned and padded back to my mate, thrusting my nose into her fur and breathing in her scent. The memory surfaced before I could push it away, and I was lost. … “Darkclaw! Come on!” Hazelwood mewed excitedly, racing ahead. I padded behind, slower, thinking. We were going to the gorge, and why? So that Darkclaw could ask Hazelwood to be his mate. As if it weren’t obvious already, they would be mates. I hurried up, as Darkclaw came speeding around the bushes. “Slowpoke!” He mewed as he ran past me. I sighed, knowing no matter what, he would always be better than me. Hazelwood sat by the gorge, where it swept down to the river, a steep drop. I shuddered, imagining falling there. Darkclaw pulled me aside, with a flick of his tail. “C’mon.” Suddenly, his claws were out, his eyes narrowed. “You know, I’m the last cat you’ll ever see.” I blinked in confusion, my fur bushing outward. “What?” “I brought you here to kill you.” And then he charged, ready to shove me right over the cliff. I let out a yowl of alarm, darting to the side. Darkclaw glared at me, his claws scrabbling to hold on, as he went skidding over the cliff. “Help me!” Hazelwood scrambled over, looking at me, dry and bloody, and Darkclaw, angry and glaring. “Did- did you try to kill him?” Hazelwood looked horrified, her eyes wide. “Yes. I tried to kill Fallenwing.” And with that, Darkclaw fell off the cliff, his last pawhold crumbling away. “Goodbye, my love.” - - -
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