[OLD AND OUTDATED] Warriors: Foxclaw's Dive

Chapter 27

Foxclaw tumbled onto the ground, Claweye backed up. His teeth were red tinted with blood. Featherheart crawled over to Foxclaw, nuzzling her chest fur.

"It's okay Foxclaw, we'll go back home." Featherheart soothed. "You're okay."

Goldentail scampered over to him, sadness filled her eyes. "No Foxclaw!" she wailed, her voice cracking with sadness. "What about your kits?"

Foxclaw smiled, blood spilling out of her mouth. "Yes . . . my kits. My precious kits. Goldentail take care of them for me . . ."

"No! You're going to take care of them! They are waiting for you at home!" Goldentail protested. "Please."

Featherheart let out a wail. "No . . . no! I love you Foxclaw you can't leave me. What about Mistlekit, Pinekit, Hopkit, and . . . and Lightkit? They'll miss you, we need to take care of our kits."

Foxclaw watched as Featherheart gave her raspy licks. Sadness grew in Foxclaw's eyes. "I know. But it's my time to go."

Featherheart and Goldentail stared at each other, their eyes filling with huge wet tears, "good-bye my precious Featherheart. good-bye Goldentail. I'll miss you all, take care of my kits for me, won't you?"

"Of course I will." Goldentail mewed. "But you're too young to die."

Foxclaw gasped. "I'll see Hopkit. My kit, and Thrushfur, Flatwhisker, Pebbletail . . ."

"Hopkit? What happened to him?" Featherheart gasped in disbelief.

Foxclaw let out a purr. "good-bye . . ." she heard the faint wails of Featherheart, feeling his muzzle touch her nose. Closing her eyes, the world became blank.

The world was tinted purple and trees grew around her. Soft grass touched her back as the smells of fresh prey lingered around her. Her breath billowed the grass as Foxclaw looked up, blinking her sleepiness away.

She tasted the air, standing up. Her body no longer ache with pain, and her pelt was clean and not stained with blood. She was in StarClan now, watching over her loved ones. Foxclaw walked through the meadow, looking behind her to see the forest.

She sunk into a patch of catmint, tasting the plant's precious juice. Turning around, she noticed some grass rustling behind her. She noticed Lavenderspot, Thrushfur, Pebbletail, Flatwhisker, and Hopkit.

"Welcome Foxclaw." Flatwhisker meowed. "This is StarClan as you know, you have died. But StarClan honors your bravery to save Featherheart."

Foxclaw lifted her head proudly. Lavenderspot drew near. "StarClan, thanks you. You have done a lot to prove your loyalty to your Clan. Welcome."

Foxclaw let out a purr. "I did my best." she mewed bravely, she tried hard to not make her voice tremble.

"Your dive helped the Clan, if you hadn't saved me from the river none of this would have happened." Flatwhisker grew closer, his breath billowed Foxclaw's fur.

She glanced at Hopkit, she was now with her dead son. "Thank you." he mewed.

Foxclaw nodded, if it wasn't for her dive she wouldn't have had dreams of Lavenderspot calling her for battle. If she didn't meet Applenose, Creakstep, and Featherheart she would never know what to do. Foxclaw lifted her head, she saved the Clans. And now her kits had their own destiny.