Random Drabbles/One-shots

I'll most likely post any random Warriors writing that I do here, in case anyone even wants to see what happens when I get in a non script writing mood...

Emotions were always peculiar things, and those that guarded their emotions from others were even more of an oddity.
The more kinder emotions made some sense to hide, uncertainty over whether a potential lover would harbor the same affection or even the mourning sense of loss one would feel at a loved one’s death.
But it was the darker emotions that were more problematic, the harsher senses of rage and contempt, those that would make one slide their claws out and behave rashly.
Courage’s rebellious power at grasp, to be fuel for something less than harmonious.
It was not these emotions that darkened the heart of the first deputy of CragClan, but the deep-rooted sense of envy that carved the way into this cat’s heart.
If it were to burst, it would threaten the destruction of the newly formed Clan in a matter of moments.
Luckily Jaggedheart had always been a stoic cat, much like her father was.
Unfortunately, it had not been their shared characteristic that Cragstar truly valued in his children.
Instead the leader looked for his mate’s gentle and caring demeanor that his second daughter, Shadedpool had exhibited.
Shadedpool was also the first Medicine cat of CragClan, and like all Medicine cats had a high connection to the Spirits and vague knowledge of their ways. For this, they were valued and respected.
At this time, deputies were newly established, and it was still an uncertainty if the Spirits would acknowledge the leader’s choice of replacement.
It was this uncertainty and ever-present pricks of envy that had made Jaggedheart envious of her more important sister.
The one chosen by the Spirits to heal and interpret the Spirit of Omens’s words or those of their fallen kin…
Of course, it was her father’s favorite that had earned everything, as if she had never been important…
Her father had chosen her as his second, because he saw her skills, truly?
Not merely to give his least-favorite a title since she was unimportant?
The first deputy of CragClan would surely be remembered?
Would the Spirits even allow her to become le-
She shook her head, dispelling the current burst of thoughts in her head.
It was true she envied her sister for their father’s attention, and she would be lying to herself if she had admitted she had never envied Shadedpool, for their entire lives…
It was a foolish feeling to have it linger into adulthood but haunted her anyway…
But to know with a firm conviction that Shadedpool and her father, Cragstar would be remembered long past their deaths, and she, herself would not be…
It was a feeling that terrified her to the bone…
To have her sister and father celebrated, while she would be forgotten, lost to the sands of time.
No amount of willpower or courage could determine who would be remembered and who would not be in that moment, for the knowledge of the future, only the Spirits knew.
Only they knew if she would ever become important to withstand the tests of time and become an equal to her sister in any way.