Book 1 - Warriors: The Shadow Outcast

Epilogue

Sharpstar

Sharpstar looked at the motionless body on the ground in front of him. The cats around him stood in a shocked silence as he tried to register what he'd just saw. Rainfur was now a much more interesting cat than he'd first thought, but even so, Sharpstar knew the idiot would die soon.

Being Stormpaw's brother was odd itself, but being previously a Twoleg was the most shocking. Sharpstar couldn't understand most of went on in those memories because he couldn't understand their language, but he knew from the body signals what really mattered. Like the fact that it had been Rainfur's brother that had started everything. The depression, death, Jactur. Everything.

Sharpstar had to feel every emotion Rainfur did when the memories came, but even so, he didn't care. He knew what it felt like to lose a sibling, let alone two. He knew what it felt like to be whispered about, even if it had not been because he had a scar. He knew what it felt like to be depressed, even if Rainfur went deeper. Sharpstar could relate.

That was why the tabby leader hadn't killed Rainfur, though with the wound he gave the grey and white tom, Sharpstar doubted he would live much longer. He didn't regret that, though. If Rainfur died, it would be just as satisfying to him, because the former ShadowClan deputy was the only thing standing in his way to becoming the Leader of the Forest.

"Is he dead?" asked Tigerpelt from a few feet away. The other Clan cats knew better than to interrupt Sharpstar's fight, for the fight between him and Rainfur was to be his only, and so he'd told everyone before the attack that he was going to be the one to kill the demon.

"Not yet," Sharpstar told his deputy. "But I don't want anyone to know that. Gather up Talontoothand a few others you can trust. You know where I want you to take him. Do it quickly, though, because he might wake up soon." Tigerpelt nodded before he gathered up his Warriors. Sharpstar turned to face his Clan, noticing the fear in their eyes as he did.

"Flamepelt!" Sharpstar yelled, his eyes narrowed as he tried to sort out what he wanted to have happen. "Send word out the other Clans that their leader is dead! Also tell them that they must meet for a Gathering on the island. Every cat will go—including the kits, elders, and queens. ThunderClan will also go, and if any of you take one step toward Rainfur, I will personally kill you myself." The ThunderClan cats backed away a few steps, their head low as they looked at Rainfur's motionless body.

"Amberstorm, Duskfeather, and Springfur," Sharpstar called. The three cats walked over, obviously shaken by the death that had just happened before them. "You will escort me to the island and will not leave me until I say otherwise, understood?" The three cats nodded before they walked with Sharpstar out of ThunderClan's camp.

Sharpstar smiled slightly as he walked through the familiar forest. He had finally shown these cats who was really the ruler of the forest, and now he would enforce it by completely taking over. The forest was his now. All if it. Ashkit would have been proud of Sharpstar, and he knew it, but there was a small feeling of disappointment, for he never heard his sister cheering him on in the background as he took Rainfur's memories. Not even one single yell.

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Sharpstar sat near the large tree in which the gatherings were previously held. Of course, this tree would not be very important anymore. Not when he was through with telling the Clans of his plans of the future. They wouldn't like it and he knew that, but they had no choice but to respect him.

Sharpstar watched as ShadowClan, the last Clan to arrive, walked in with shocked expressions on their faces. Sharpstar noticed Stormpaw, who was near the back, looked very tired but also the most upset. He guessed losing his brother twice wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. Sharpstar didn't blame the apprentice, but he hoped that the mouse-brain would get over the loss soon.