So I know I was probably not going to use this book again, but there was really no where to put this...
So!
Recently, I had read about Jet_Flash 's new contest, where I basically had to come up with a short story on how one of her OCs got their scar.
So here it is!!
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Detroit shared the tiniest of smiles as a large splash hit the figure beside her, who had erupted into a fit of giggles. It was another of their secret meetings, where Dahliapaw had snuck out at night to visit her ex-gathering friend, who'd used to be a member of RiverClan.
"Concentrate, Dahliapaw," Detroit growled in a reminder, sending out another - but smaller - splash at the small calico with her large paw.
"Okie dokie!" Dahliapaw teased, waggling her paw menacingly over the ripples in the lake. A few minutes of focused silence passed, and then a large flop thudded on the ground.
"I got one!" Dahliapaw squealed excitedly, hooking the fish up with a claw.
"Wait-" began Detroit.
The fish did a large and unexpected but desperate flop, causing Dahliapaw to squeak in alarm and release the fish. It fell with a disappointing 'plop' into the water.
"Aww," mewed Dahliapaw sadly, whilst Detroit tutted at her, turning the scarred side of her face towards the calico. As usual, Dahliapaw recoiled, not entirely sure why.
Maybe it was because of that one fateful day...

º• *flashback* •º

Lighting crackled and paws raced on the sodden earth to reach shelter from the pounding rain. Dahliapaw raced into the barn shivering, searching for Detroit.
"D-Detroit?" She chattered nervously, looking around. Silence greeted her dismally. Her blood went cold.
Then another flash of lightning, and Dahliapaw curled up into a ball, eyes watching intently at a tall figure stationed at the entrance. Detroit. She heaved a sigh of relief.
"Detroit, thank goodness, I thought-" she paused in horror, staring at her friend.
Menacing cherry red blood dripped down the side of Detroit's face, covering her now squinting eye through three clear claw marks. Dahliapaw drew back, imaging the blow of the harsh lashes across her own face. Detroit set herself down beside her coldly, silent as ever. Hours passed and the storm blew.
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"I ran into a fox," Detroit huffed.
Dahliapaw shook her head roughly, dismissing her thoughts.
"W-What?"
"Stop staring at me like that, I know you're thinking about my scars" Detroit insisted, motioning a paw to her face. "I was injured by a fox, no biggie."
Dahliapaw made an incoherent noise. Since when did Detroit say 'no biggie'?
Detroit was silent as she reminded stationed beside her friend, red eyes glazed over in reminiscence.

º• *another flashback* •º
Detroit flinched, suddenly aware of what was going on. She jumped back in terror, cringing badly at the colour of the grass.
There had always been moments where her anger had overtaken her, had infuriated her, had made her go numb, lose her senses so to speak.

But never had it killed someone before.

Detroit stiffened. She didn't even remember why she had been so angry in the first place. Maybe some-cat had crossed her territory, taunted her, egged her on. It didn't matter. They were dead now, unrecognisable by the wave of blood lapping over their neck and staining their pelt.
Detroit turned away, unable to hold the steams threatening to spill down her silver-tabby cheeks.
"N-no..." she choked. "No way.. I didn't just...."

Emotions running high, she fled, leaving the body behind.
She faced a tree log and sobbed into the ground.
"Who am I? What have I done? Why am I like this"
Thoughts like these swirled around in her head aimlessly, and she finally gave in to the madness. Suddenly feeling giddily and slightly insane, she threw her head back to laugh. Letting back an insane cackle, the fight suddenly went out of her, and her energy sapped.
She didn't feel guilty. She didn't feel insane anymore, either. She felt empty.
"I really am evil," she muttered bitterly. As if answering her, lighting cracked into the distance, soft rain that quickly became a downpour began solemnly.
Detroit felt sick, twisted and revolted at her own ways. She lifted a blood-stained paw, the red liquid going pale and running down her silky fur from the rain. She unsheathed her claws, a possibly impossible thought in her mind.
"Do it," a voice whispered in her head. I mean, it wasn't hard.
"Make them feel the same pain you did..."
She raised the paw to her throat, feeling thorns unfamiliar to her, alien to her body piece the skin lightly. She poised to strike.

And it hit.

It didn't slice her throat, no, she had decided she didn't want to die. It was aimed it her face. A yowl split the air as blinding pain slapped her across the face, tears running down those sliver-tabby cheeks silently.
"I.. deserve this," she mumbled shakily, growling at herself, ignoring the pain and letting the blood drop into her eye.
"I deserve it all."

She padded distantly to the barn as the rain continued, knowing her friend Dahliapaw would be there waiting. She stood at the entrance emotionlessly, sitting down beside the small she-cat.
"........"
The silence was deafening. She had to break it.

But there was nothing she could've said that made her feel less of a monster.

º• *end* •º

It's a little too dark, but I hope you like it Jet_Flash !