If You Free Me From My Past, I Can Make You My Future... (Open, Forbidden Toms)

[Kᴀᴛʏᴄᴀᴛ]

Featherstep woke gasping, from another nightmare; full of long-forgotten memories and broken promises. Her fur clung to her with sweat and she shivered in the new-leaf air. She padded cautiously out of the den, stepping over paws and tails. She nodded at the night-guard standing at the camp entrance, before slipping past him, and out onto the moor.

The breeze swept over her, like icy needles, and she shivered again, but did not turn back. Her paws carried her, still in a dream-like state, across the fields, as far from camp as she could be, at the edge of Four Trees. Her head felt a little cloudy still, so when she saw a white flash of fur rushing towards her she flinched. Realizing her mistake, she tried to relax. Cloudpaw couldn't hurt her. No, that wasn't true. He coundn't give her visible wounds. Yes that was correct.

The semi-transparent little white cat turned, glaring at her, his icy-blue eyes full of hatred and anger. She tried to hold his gaze, but had to look away; the guilt overcame other emotions. He haunted her every minute, day and night; was the cause of her weary paw-steps, the faraway look in her eye. It was permenent torture, and it was killing her, so, so slowly. She couldn't sleep, eat, relax, ever.

But how could she stop it, stand up to him, when it was her fault? Every little bit of it. She was evil, a cat who cause harm and death, and now she was suffering as she deserved.

If she had been able to save their mother, if she had stopped her brother's death, then everything would be okay. She had been Medicine Cat back in EchoClan, she didn't deserve to be, of course, but they had trusted her, and had let them down. She had had to run. And WindClan took her in, and she ate their fresh-kill and slept in their dens, never belonging, never bringing in enough, doing enough work to have a right to be there.

She wanted someone to protect, to let her forget, to save her from her fate. But she ddin't deserve it. She knew that.

~Featherstep of WindClan~

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[ĹĔĞĔŃĎ]

"Are you OK?" A kind voice meowed from the shadows. It wasn't visible, except for a pair of glowing yellow-orange eyes.

[Kᴀᴛʏᴄᴀᴛ]

Featherstep jumped at the voice. She gethered herself quickly though, to respond to the question. She thought for a few moments, then began to laugh, but it was no happy sound. "I haven't been okay for a long time."

[Ashi<3]

A pair of green eyes watched Featherstep shyly.

[ĹĔĞĔŃĎ]

The tom who had spoke stepped out of the shadows, He being a strongly-built yet slim tom with white fur and black-tiger style stripes. He padded over to her and meowed, "Sorry, you seem like you had a bad past. They call me Blade, who are you?"

[Ashi<3]

The green eyes flickered to Blade. 'I won't stand a chance,' he thought sadly