Exhaustion pulled at the silver gray she-cats bones, but she stumbled on, thinking, I have to at least see my family before I die.
She was battered and half dead; the way home from the Never Place was a taxing, grueling journey.
She thought of her kin, hoping it would help her forge on in this confusing forest. Had she been here before? Perhaps she had, perhaps not. Either way, she didn't remember now.
The image of the gray cat with dark gray she-cat and a brown tabby tom kept invading her mind.
Were these strang cats her family? The more she walked, the more muddled she became.
A mist rolled in from no where, making her stop in confusion.
What was she looking for?
Ah yes, that's right. The large tree, with the twisted limbs. Wasn't it somewhere around here?
Hm, she thought, before feeling a dull pain in her paws.
She raised her muzzle, feeling damp, dank wood.
She sniffed. It wasn't too bad, laying right here. She would be fine, wouldn't she, staying here until she died?
Wait! She sniffed again.
This was the tree she had bee looking for!
She rose up unsteadily, swaying on her paws, before tilting her head back and peering up. Did she have to climb?
Deciding she might as well do something before death came chasing her, she slowly raised a paw and dug in, starting to claw her way back to the Clans.
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What Could Have Been One
FanfictionWhat if Bristlefrost came back? What if she was fine, and completely alive? Would she and Rootspring have kits? And would she get the life of a hero that she deserved? Book One of the What Could Have Been series.
