--a silver cat lays on her side, blood trickling faintly from her mouth, nearly dead. Two others crouch close by, and others keep their distance but are obviously grieving--
Feathertail: *breathes raggedly* I'll always be with you, both of you. I love you Crowpaw. I love you Stormfur.
Crowpaw: You can't just die! We have a prophecy to fulfill! I need you, Feathertail! Please, don't die.
Stormfur: Feathertail... Please... You're my sister. I need you too.
Feathertail: Goodbye...
Crowpaw: *screams in grief as Feathertail's sides cease to rise and fall with breath*
Feathertail: *is dead*
Feathertail: a...r...l f...l...ssss
Crowpaw: *leans closer* Feathertail? What did you say?
Feathertail: *takes slow deep breath* APRIL FOOLS!!!
Brambleclaw: *whispers to Squirrelflight* What does that even mean???
Squirrelflight: *whispers back* I don't know just play along.
Crowpaw: *looks at Stormfur* You thinking what I'm thinking?
Stormfur: *nods* Yup.
Stormfur and Crowpaw: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. *runs into Feathertail and all three of them run off the cliff together*
The end.
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Warriors: Tragedy into Comedy
FanfictionThe saddest moments, the heartbreaks, the deaths, the tragedies. The moments that made you scream at the sky-- "WHY STARCLAN WHY???" They will be rewritten to suite a sort of strange twisted humor. You may laugh. You may cry. Books will be spoiled...
