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Regrets and New Beginnings P44

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“Where are you taking me?” She asked after a few heartbeats, unable to keep quiet in fear.

“Not long now, sweetie.”

They walked a bit longer, the only sound was the harsh winds rustling the leafless branches, no prey moving about. When she couldn't take it any longer and opened her mouth to speak he meowed carefree, “We're here, Fracture.”

There was nothing here that Leopard could see just a pile of boulders.

“Wh-”

Leopard watched in amazement as Smoke`s dark grey tail tip vanished between two large boulders it doesn't look like anything could be there. Stepping forward hesitantly she followed Smoke`s pawsteps.

Behind the rocks there was a small path that spiraled downwards, she could hear Smoke padding down the stony path. The path was thin, barely enough to place one paw in front of the other if she misplaced her step she would fall down into the darkness. After a few tense moments and taking quite awhile she finally made it all the way down, gasping in relief.

Before her was a huge tunnel, it`s roof towering above her. Shining water glittered across from her lighting the whole cavern.

Smoke was waiting patiently paws tucked under his chin, drinking some of the water. Leopard made her way to stand next to him, she marveled at the water it looked different somehow like it didn't belong in this world.

The silence stretched on and on until finally she couldn't take it anymore, “Why are you doing this?” Her tail lashed out, she had to get an answer sooner or later.

“What? Bringing you here? I brought Venom here once, she didn't care about the beauty of this place-”

“I don't care about this.” She circled her tail around, “Why are you torturing these cats for?”

Smoke`s head dropped down staring at the water, “Do you know why I like it here so much? It reminds me of where I used to call home. Of course I never was brought to the stones but I heard stories about it. Those were nice times.”

He was really starting to tick her off, she doesn't care about his past she just wanted an answer from him. Before she could speak he stood up and faced her his eyes was distant as if he was lost in his own memories.

“I once lived with a group of cats who only cared for who`s blood runs through you, not where your loyalty lies or what ever you try to do to gain their trust and understanding. No matter what they say would they trust you or even listen to you. They called themselves `Windclan` there was 5 clans in total, `Thunderclan`, `Shadowclan`, `Riverclan`, and `Skyclan`.

“My mother died giving birth to me and my siblings but I was told I was the last one and she died right after I was born. She couldn't even give us names. My father was originally a kittypet who abandoned his twolegs for my mother. After we were born he couldn't stand to even look at us and eventually he went back to being a kittypet. Another queen took us in as one of her own and gave us names.
“I always blamed myself for our mother`s death, it seemed like everyone else did. Eventually we reached old enough to be apprentices and were given mentor`s to train us. I was excited like my siblings even forgetting about my father, and I even felt my mother's presence during our ceremony watching us with happiness. That joy didn't last long my mentor was my mother's brother who blamed us especially me for the death of his sister.”

He took a deep breath then with a shaky breath meowed, “That was the most horrible time of my life, he would always beat me up even tried getting me hit by a monster one time. I tried telling our adoptive mother about him even the leader and they didn't do anything, they would come up with excuses for him.” His claws were unsheathed and buried in the soft dirt.

“I became terrified of him afraid that at any moment my blood would be on his claws. I became so scared of him that I was afraid he would kill me in his sleep or poison my food trying to make it look like some natural death. Not long after that I started seeing and hearing things, like my mentor whispering in my ear to starve to death so nobody will have to deal with you ever again, horrible stuff like that. Until one day I got sick of it and lashed out at him with all my fury then with his blood on my paws I laughed at him saying that he can't mess with me anymore.

“But within a heartbeat it was like I woke up from a nightmare and saw my sister laying on the grass in the center of camp broken and bloody and that blood led straight to my paw. I tried reasoning with the leader saying what I was seeing but of course she didn't believe me and throw me out of the clan. As I got to the border I met my mentor again, the actual thing, and he sneered at me throwing me to the ground and ripped into me. He was so happy to get rid of me once and for all. He thrown me over the border. I was barely able to stand, I don't even remember how I survived but I did.”

Smoke looked at her with such hurt that it made her heart shatter, “That`s why I am doing what I'm doing. Revenge on them for what they did to me.”
Here is background on Smoke. He is one of those misguided cats, he started out as this sweet little kit but got abused from others for stuff that wasn't his fault. 
Btw I got sick with the cold AGAIN. I frickin hate having a poor immune system. So drawings and stuff might be posted as much for properly a week.  So if that`s why if this part didn't make much since in the end it was because of that.
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