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"Then don't walk!" Bloodwing growled angrily. "If I'm such an idiot I doubt I could even use my own two feet, let alone carry you. It's a miracle I'm still alive, eh?!" His grey eyes flashed as he gritted his beak. "Look at you!" he snarled, gesturing with a wing. "Look at what your anger has done! There you are, crippled, bleeding, and in all other sense dying. Yet you don't care, do you?! You don't care that by hurting yourself, and throwing yourself into battle again and again that your hurting someone else, too! I'm tired of getting hurt, Scarlet. I'm tired of seeing you get hurt merely because you feel like attacking this bird or feel like getting revenge on some crazy silkie you don't know! Squirrel chunks, I'm tired, Scarlet!"
"how do i feel bloodwing? i have been having nightmares for days as if the others are near! and with bad sleep comes anger, and with anger comes out the urge ot fight." she laugh lightly "she is a serama...." and she looks at her wounds, and mutters "i have been throught worst, only if you have know bloodwing" but she said it were he couldnt hear her
"How you feel is exactly what I'm talking about," he kneaded his claws into the dirt absently. He was angry, but not violently so. "Have you noticed it's always about you?" he murmured quietly, whisking his tail in irritation. "You've never asked more than once about any problems I've ever had. I've been waste deep in toxic junk trying to help you, and I don't regret a single moment of it, but look at me now! I'm so angry I could skin a squirrel! I didn't need to talk about things like you do, Scarlet, but I can't help but notice that you never seem to care. I can't stand being pushed aside, thrown in some abandoned pit somewhere while you do the dirty work. I'm tired of being kept in the dark! You never tell of your plans, your intentions . . . I'm supposed to blindly follow! I've been with you for months, and yet I still don't know the first thing about you! I can't keep going like this . . ." it took a few deep breaths for Bloodwing to realize that he had just said everything on his mind during the past few days, everything that had bottled up inside of him ever since he had embarked on this wild adventure. To his surprise, it felt good. It felt very good. With another glare at Scarlet, Bloodwing threw Ambersong across his back, and started off in the direction of Wingclan. "Goodbye, Scarlet. You've never wanted my help before, and I'm sure you don't want it now." He took a few steps, then stopped again. "Thank you," he whispered, taking another glance at his daughter, then he drew aside the foliage, and vanished into the forest.
