☽ 500 Follower DTAE ✦ 1/?? ✧ Bellyache ✧

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☽ 500 Follower Special! ✧ Music Themed DTAE ☾ ✮------------------------------➵ WARNING ! ! ! Subtle mentions of d3@tħ and wounds. Dark themes not suitable for kids younger than 10? . . . Ayo, if you’re younger than ten, and you’re reading this, just know that Santa isn’t going to give you any presents if you continue scrolling. Save your presents, come on. . . . She’s already lost her mind. . . . ★ Thornheart★ *At sundown, in Moonclan, highrock* “WAIT!!— WHAT are you DOING??” Thornheart screeched and leapt towards Tigerstar, who reared backwards, taking her mate with him. “Thornheart! Thornheart, stay calm, or they’ll hurt you, too,” groaned Koispring, succumbing to the overwhelming weight of Tigerstar. The former let go of the tom’s fur to speak. “Thornheart. Your mate speaks half-truth. After all, he is a rogue. Surely you, our talented medicine cat possess the wisdom to discern loyalty from manipulation.” Thornheart’s pelt bristled as she arched her back and yowled, “Y-you, SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear your fancy leader tongue! And dont tell me what it takes to be a medicine cat! You have NO idea HOW HARD IT IS TO BE LOVELESS, just because of ONE CAT thats been LONG D3@D!!” “I do,” said a calm and cold voice. Thornheart snapped her head towards the voice and glared with pure fury at Featherfall, Moonclan’s elder Medicine cat. The she-cat ignored this, however, and went on, “Starclan said that you would have a dark future… I should have listened. Please forgive me, child.” Featherfall outstretched a paw, though she kept her distance from the frenzied female before her. “If you have any ounce of medicine cat within you, you must heal my mate! Right here and now!” Thornheart hissed, tears tumbling through her fur. “I am a medicine cat, not a saint. I am bound to Starclan. I must heed Starclan’s warning, and make sure this mistake never happens again,” Featherfall meowed solemnly. “WHAT MISTAK—!” Thornheart’s scream was cut off by Tigerstar’s loud bellow: “All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather at high rock for a meeting!” Thornpelt glanced down at her mate’s tear-streaked face. The tom was clearly suffering from air deprivation. As if that wasn’t enough, he had claw marks all over his body. Thornheart could do nothing but pray to Starclan that everything would be alright. After what seems to be forever, tens of cats had arrived at the scene. Most of them looked confused, and some annoyed. Thornheart just locked eyes with Koispring and whispered to no one in particular, “everything is fine.” . . . . . . Perhaps it wasn’t. Perhaps everything wasn’t fine when Tigerstar pronounced the d3ħ $3ñț3ņç3 on her love. Perhaps everything wasn’t fine when she was left on the mortal plane of existence while her mate went to Starclan. Perhaps she should have her sweet, sweet revenge. She favored dessert, after all.