Join the Dark Side [Closed for Pika]

Flashstorm sat in the corner of the camp coldly. The ginger tom was still in complete shock of what had happened at the gathering. His Amber eyes were fogged with sadness and a small amount of hopelessness. His tail curled over his paws and he stared at the ground; his eyes out of focus. What if he joined them... w-would that maybe please Saltpelt? Flashstorm tensed. Stop thinking about her. She's turned to the Dark Forest! his mind lectured. His heart, of course, thought otherwise.

"Flash... Flashstorm?" Saltpelt called out from where she stood at the edges of the clearing, the petite she-cat looked uncertain and like an apprentice all over again. She didn't know what to say to the tom, Flashstorm, he was a denmate that she cared for yet in that one gathering, she'd changed into a thrall of the Dark Forest before him. She'd once felt a spark between them, but did he still feel that for her, now that she was aligned with Morningstar?

Flashstorm had professed his loyalty to Morningstar, but so had countless others who clearly didn't believe in the tom. She was no fool. But if they were become... closer. The handsome tom would have to embrace the Dark Forest fully. It was the only way for them to work. "Flashstorm. I wanted to talk to you, if you're not too busy."

Flashstorm looked up at Saltpelt. He still had a hope that Starclan would come, but his heart was beginning to rule with the Dark Forest.
"What?" he asked quietly.