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Post by Kestrelflight on Jan 8, 2011 15:50:53 GMT -5
Whisperwind
"Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strenght to stand
This is not what I had planned
It’s out of my control..."
Whisperwind wasn't afraid. Some would call his lack of fear foolhardy, but he knew it was not. He was not carless in his courage, he was simply driven. He was driven by guilt, loss, pain, sorrow, revenge, hate and fury. The combined within him, replacing his fear and making him into the apprentice he was today. He didnt like to reflect on the events that had brought him to where he was, but knew he must. They were what fueled him, as essential to him as the air that filled his lungs. The memories, as sharp as if the terrors of his past had transpired only the day before, were what reminded him daily of who he was and what he was destined to do. Vengence was his to seek, his to train for and his to obtain. Vengence for Volefur and Liongaze, his mother and father who were slain by Windclan while he watched frozen with horror. And Vengence for Hushedkit, his beloved sister who's short life was stolen by the scum that dared to call themselves a clan, that claimed they lived by the Warrior Code, that had stolen his other half - leaving Whisperwind empty and hollow.
He stood now at the borders. There was a small clearing near the border with Windclan that Whisperwind liked to claim as his own. This was where, apart from training with his mentor, Whisperwind came to train himself. There were things the Thunderclan warriors didn't teach, and rightfully so. They didnt train their warriors to be hardened, grueling and merciless. They had no need. Whisperwind would only need the skills he drilled into himself once, on the day he extracted his revenge. None needed be hurt by him, none but the warriors of Windclan that had stolen his life away. They would pay, and hopefully they would realize his mistake as they died at his paws.
Will that really make anything better? He hissed at himself as his thoughts got the better of him. While he yearned for vengence, for payment for the death of his family, he knew it would never make him happy. What he had lost could not be returned or repayed. He had been pacing restlessly, his tail lashing, but now he had stopped. He had a scowl on his handsome features, his eyes were stormy. He sat down, facing the Windclan border. His eyes roamed the moors. His head now hung and the scowl slowly melted away to be replaced by sorrow. Moons had passed, but Whisperpaw had never healed. He didn't expect himself to heal. Some had tried to reach out to him, but in vain. He masked his grief and confusion with confidence and an aloof nature. The clan knew of his hatred of Windclanners and so let him be.
Nothing you do will bring them back. And that was the worst part. He could fight all he wanted, he could hate all he wanted, but in the end everything was the same. Volefur, Liongaze and Hushedkit were dead and no amount of vengence at Whisperwind's paws would bring them back to life. It hurt, but it was a realization that he knew was true though he preferred to deny. He hung his head, tears forming in his eyes as he whispered both to himself and to the Windclan warriors that had entered the Nursery that awful night.
"Why? Why didn't you kill me too? Why did you have to leave me alone? Will you just come back and finish your job? Take me away. You had already take Volefur and Liongaze, why did you take Hushedkit away from me too?" He felt the loss of his sister deeply. The two had been inseperable. They had imagined themselves as apprentices and then warriors together. They would trade off being leader and deputy of Thunderclan, the greatest of them all. Somehow, though they meant to trade off, Hushedkit always got to be leader and Whisperkit was deputy. Whisperkit had resented this, he always said that he wanted to be leader. Hushedkit always claimed it first. The worst part was, after Hushedkit was gone, Whisperkit couldn't help but think with tears pouring down his cheeks that he would let his sister be leader each and every time if he would have just come home. Hushedkit didn't come home and Whisperkit didn't play anymore.
Whisperwind, lost in his grief and convinced he was alone, never noticed his clanmate behind him.
"Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It’s hard to let you go..."
Character: Whisperwind
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Word Count: 870
Listening To: Waiting For The End - Linkin Park
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