The orange, flame-colored tom sat in silence with his tail tightly wrapped around his paws. He looked down on his bloody Clanmates, the memory so very vivid. Oh, how could I have let this happen? His thoughts were interrupted by an appearance. A greyish blue she-cat stood in front of him, her eyes worried. Her tail swished at the prey filled bramble thicket, startling the orange tom. The tom licked his paw, not knowing what to say. He realized that all of his wounds, gashes, and scars were all gone as he looked around the starry atmosphere. It looked as if it was Green-leaf.
“So, I see you have found your way to StarClan” Her voice was gentle as she padded over to him. “Greetings, Firestar.” She nudged him, her star-glazed fur ruffling as a warm breeze passed by. Below them, Leaf-bare was coming. All prey was harsh during this time of year. “I know what it is like to feel like you have let your Clan down.” Her tone was soft, almost as if she was talking to a kit. It was like she read his mind. “I felt the same way about myself when I lost my final life. Don’t worry. Brambleclaw will soon make the travel to the Moonpool, and receive his nine lives.”
“But you don’t understand, Bluestar!” He snapped, causing the former ThunderClan leader to flinch. “All of the deaths…How could StarClan just sit around and watch? And it’s even worse now that greencough is spreading around the remainder of ThunderClan! All of the catmint was destroyed. Completely destroyed!” His voice was filled with grief, his heart stabbed with an icy claw. “If you don’t already know, we’ve lost two more young lives to the greencough. It’s a wonder that anyone is still alive!”
“Firestar, calm down. ThunderClan will be left with a great leader. And remember, the three of the prophecy are still protected by it. J-“
“Firestar!” A soft, welcoming voice called as a beautiful, young tortoiseshell she-cat burst through the ferns, her amber gaze directed on the former ThunderClan leader. “You have made it safely!”
“Greetings, Spottedleaf.”
“You must come see the others! They will be awaiting your arrival!” She nudged him into the fern thicket with Bluestar hard on their paws. They were all running full speed towards the StarClan camp, their pelts brusing past everything. Scents of prey and fresh leaves filled his nose. “We missed you.” As they burst past the walls, all of his former clanmates were waiting with a welcoming smile.
“Firestar!” a powerful white tom bellowed, and then echoed loudly by three other voices.
“Whitestorm! Lionheart! Honeyfern! Squirrelflight! All of you!” He stared into his daughters’ eyes, his heart filled with grief and joy at the same time. Both Squirrelflight and Leafpool had died from the greencough, as well as Greystripe and Millie. He padded over to his daughters and brushed against them. The other cats broke off into their dens after they greeted Firestar. He sighed. “What is to become of ThunderClan now?” he whispered, looking down at the remaining few. Lionblaze, Jayfeather, Dovewing, Sandstorm, Brambleclaw, Berrynose, Blossomfall, Mousewhisker, Daisy, Sootpaw, Reedpaw, and the five remaining kits, Pebblekit, Silverkit, Scorchkit, Rainkit, and Mosskit. He decided to take a walk around his new home to clear his head. As he was walking around, a thought came to him. A thought so terrifying that it made his belly lurch. What if these remaining cats are the last of ThunderClan? He continued on until he seen a sun-drenched rock that looked cozy to bask on. “I hope there aren’t snakes around here...” He muttered while he cautiously sniffed around it, and he eventually flopped down out of pure exhaustion.
“There are no snakes in StarClan, silly!” Even though Bluestar’s playful voice startled him, all he did was simply sigh. Bluestar sighed as well, becoming a bit frustrated with Firestar’s bad mood. “There will be others.” Her voice seemed very comforting. Then it hit him. Why was she treating him like a kit being introduced to StarClan? “Two more will come. One of light, and one of dark. Then the light and darkness will come together to recreate ThunderClan, and peace will finally be upon our Clan.”
“But where would they come from?” was all he could think of. None of the remaining warriors were fit to have kits.
“I hate the fact that ThunderClan has come to this again.” Her tone was brisk. “But it is a necessity. ThunderClan must recruit warriors.”
Firestar just sat there, his mind whirling. He had lived his apprenticeship being called a kittypet, which gave ThunderClan a bad name all together. And after he became leader, ThunderClan had gotten the title “HalfClan” because he was no stranger to taking in loners, kittypets, or any non-Clan cat that was in trouble into his Clan. He lay down and Bluestar did the same. “It is a good idea, but still… I want ThunderClan to rid the title of HalfClan and everything else. But in hard times, every Clan has to take risks.” He was thinking aloud, not able to get his thoughts straight. He shook his head. I must tell Brambleclaw when he comes to receive his nine lives. But that could take weeks, knowing the shape of ThunderClan at the moment. And possibly even more lives will be taken to the greencough outburst. Oh, I wish I could control everything. And most of all, I just want my clan to thrive like it used to… All seemed lost to him.
“Remember…there will be one of dark shadows and one of glistening light. Two new faces, one destiny. The dark will mix with the light, and peace will be upon ThunderClan once again…” Her voice faded as she trotted away into the forest, the prophecy lingering in his mind. Peace will be upon ThunderClan once again…
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Warriors: A New Hope
FanfictionTwo sisters, Shadow and Shimmer, join ThunderClan fallowing their deceaced mother's wish. The two continue training until they become full warriors and receive their warrior names. Life seems good. But what they didn't know was that BloodClan has be...
