(Chapter Warnings: death, its not terrible tho. And some blood)

NOTE: I just forgot to say this, but the button never happened in this HermitCraft.

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Third Person POV

In the Graylands, if you died, you died. No respawn. So naturally, Viper was terrified when she saw Scar falling from the height he was at.

Scar had forgotten to check his elytra durability. He had been busy at his new project, and his elytra wore out on the way home. 

Of course, Viper had only seen him when he was feet away from the ground. Despite her tight grip on the mug she was holding, it slipped. There was a scream, and only moments later did she realize it was hers. No more than 30 (a lil more than 9 meters) feet ahead of her laid the body of Scar. 

Viper, however, was fully aware of herself sobbing. Scar was gone. How could she not cry? She took a few shaky steps forward. Maybe she should get his stuff... 

So she walked closer. She grabbed his sword, which was closer to her, when Scar's body disappeared in a puff of white smoke. More confused now, she kept on picking up his items. It was the least she could do. Concrete, worn out pickaxes. He was building. 

Then Viper heard something that freaked her out. 

"Hey, did you get my stuff?" Scar chirped. 

She turned around, fear in her eyes as she was confronted by an approaching Scar. She dropped everything out of fear. Everything except the sword. 

Still sobbing, but fear taking over some of the grief, she whispered something.

"Scar?" It was barely audiable. 

"Yeah, c'mon, you know me. Why'd  you drop the stuff?"

He was getting closer now. She started backing up.

"I must be seeing things..." She muttered.

"You alright?" He asks softly. 

She turned and booked it out of the village, sword still in her hands. Scar looked confused, but didn't follow. Stress was closest. She would head there. 

Meanwhile, Scar was picking up all of his items. He put the concrete away in his growing chest monster. Shulkers upon skulkers were slowly piling up near Larry the snail. 

He grabbed a brand new elytra and equipped it. Stupid of him not to check his elytra before he left the Mega Big Dig earlier. Why did Viper act like that? Weird. 

Viper was still sprinting through the jungle, as fast as she could with all the undergrowth. She emerged in a lake clearing, seeing the bright pink of Stresses base. She walked inside the flower-crowned skull.

"Stress?" She said quietly. The shorter brunette turned around to see a sobbing Viper.

"Oh dear, what happened, love?" She asked, stopping the chest sorting she was working on. 

"Scar..." Viper sniffed. "Hes gone-" 

Stress laughed, but Viper didn't. 

"Aw, Viper, he'll be fine." She laughed. "If we die, we can respawn, love. Scar will be fine."

"But he was should have died," Viper whispered. "I saw his ghost." 

"No, you didn't. You saw Scar."

"Oh..." Viper was still confused, but at least stopped crying and looked a little bit happier. 

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(I used to write warriors books and havent written anything Warriors related in a long time, but felt the urge to. So this is not for the story, but for my pleasure uwu)

Third Person POV: 

There was a lake that could heal any non-human creature in the Graylands. This is where three cats gathered. 

One, a light gray tom (male) was flicking his tail, annoyed. He branded a dark blue bandanna, and on it was a light blue heart. Except it was broken in two.  

The other tom, a light brown with darker brown markings, wore a bandanna similar to the others. 

"Shush, Frost." The brown tom replied calmly. 

Frost rolled his eyes. "Scavenger, just because i'm younger than you doesnt mean you get to shush me, brother." 

The white she-cat with an orange ear, paw, and tail nodded. "Yeah, 'brother'" She mimicked. 

"Clover, for once in your life, shush," Scavenger hissed.

"Hey, im not your kin, you can't shush me!" She pouted. 

"Just get on with it, you two!" Frost mewed louder. 

As if it had been a practiced drill, Scavenger and Clover crouched at the same time. Then the brown tom leapt. He hadn't positioned himself right, though. Instead of his tail balancing him, it threw him off course. Clover unsheathed her claws and raked his muzzle the moment he touched down on the ground. Frost watched from the side. 

Crimson blood dripped from Scavenger's muzzle. It didn't bother him. Since Frost never wanted to, he practiced fighting techniques with Clover since they were young. Why? Well, no reason, really. Just for fun. Sometimes there were scuffles with other animals, Scavenger being the cause of most of them. He was like Tango, in a way. Sometimes he couldn't exactly control his anger. 

Clover sprung next, with much more success than Scavenger. She got a good blow on one of his hind legs. 

"That a new one, Cloves," He snickeres. 

She growled. "Only Ginger is allowed to call me that,"

"He's not even your kin," Scavenger hissed. 

Scavenger leapt at the same time Clover did. He managed to duck under her, and neither got blows on the other. They both spun the moment they touched on the ground. 

"He's more to me than you will ever be," She hissed. 

She crouched, readying her tail to spring, but Scavenger was faster. He leapt on top of her (no, not like that you weirdos) and raking his claws against her face. She hissed, biting one of his paws. He jumped off. 

This went on. They fought and fought. Clover's white pelt was stained with crimson, not all of it hers. Scavenger's light brown fur was also coated with crimson, giving it a red-brown color. 

"I think thats enough," Frost mewed, getting up. 

Clover nodded, and eventually, so did Scavenger. They limped over to the lake, Clover jumping in without hesitation. Scavenger was more hesitant. 

"Go on, brother," Frost mewed softly. "You cant let a kit be more brave than you."

"Frosty.."

"Scavenger," He growled. "Go."

Clover was swimming happily in the lake. Scavenger hated the water. Could you blame him?

Scavenger walked up to the water, belly-deep, just so he could heal and not have to swim. 

When he walked back out, his fur dried immediately. He bore no scars of the battle, and his bandanna looked brand new. Clover wadded out and joined him and Frost.

"Enjoy yourself, Clover?" Frost asked as Clover padded up to them. Her green eyes still gleamed with hunger for battle. But she nodded. 

Clover had a hunger for battle since anyone could remember. She was an exceptional fighter, but never sought out battle. Simply waited for it. 

"Yeah," She mewed. 

Scavenger was also an exceptional fighter. He had just as much hunger for battle as Clover, but usually was the cause of it.

Frost was always very calm and collected. He never battled, preferring to keep peace. 

A ginger and brown cat tore across the grass in their direction. 

"Cloverleaf, why in the name of Viper's flute are you over here fighting again!?" He asked sternly. No creature had called her by Cloverleaf in a long time. 

"You aren't my mother, Gingerfur," She replied, drawing out the suffix.

Frost and Scavenger rolled their eyes. 

"Viper has been gone for a week," Frost mewed quietly. "We shouldn't fight among ourselves." 

"I dont belong to Viper," Ginger said matter-of-factly. It was true. He was one of Ruvio's animals. 

"Where has she gone, anyway?" The ginger and brown tom asks. Clovers ears flatten against her head.

"We don't know," She hissed. "But Boom has been able to find her." 

Frost nodded. "And we can only hope we'll be there when the portal opens up again."

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WC: 1291

Again, the cat part was for my pleasure, but I still hope you enjoyed! 

See yall for chapter 22 uwu

-Viper