Bristlefrost lunged, taking two clawfuls of the dark warrior's fur and letting her weight sink into her hindquarters, turning her body to the side and pushing him away with all her strength. She watched him sink towards the darkness below.
Bristlefrost felt a surge of triumph. They'd done it! Ashfur was scared at last. He saw her, his eyes rounding with disbelief for a moment before he slipped from sight and vanished into the shadows.
He was gone. It was over. She had done what she had always wanted to when she was a kit: to save her Clan.
She had saved all the Clans.
As Bristlefrost drifted towards the bottom, her body relaxed and she wasn't afraid of the water to longer. It felt warm and soothing.
It's time to rest.
Bristlefrost didn't notice that she got pulled closer to the surface. It was a very slow pulling, but whoever pulled her up eventually got her up to the surface. As soon as Bristlefrost had her senses back, someone was already pulling her towards the shore. Bristlefrost looked back at the murky water and saw that a cat was sinking into it.
Had she saved me?
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more cliffhangers coming soon because they are fun :)
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If Bristlefrost Didn't Die... (slowly rewriting)
Fanfiction**SPOILER WARNING** COVER ART IS NOT MINE in this book I'll be using three of my warrior cat ocs but one might not get as much screen time and it'll start from when Bristlefrost is about to die Because I like her character so much I might be writing...
