Brambleclaw is a fucking Gary Stu, so I decided to just have him die or lose painfully repeatedly and call it a story. Inspired by Wolf of Silver Dawn's 'Death to Brambleclaw'.
Brambleclaw gets the cute she-cats, gets to screw over his friends and receive no punishment, gets to be a hero five or six times per arc, got to keep his deputy position even after the REAL deputy, Graystripe (who I will refer to as GreySTAR the entire story, because we know he's the real leader), returned, gets to save the decidedly less Gary Stu character Firestar (who actually faces challenges and is a decent, well-balanced character), and even serves as a Deus ex machina for Hollyleaf when she murdered Ashfur because she was butthurt about the fact that the other Mary Sue, Leafpool, gets to have inter-Clan relationships with no real consequences.
(Note: I like Hollyleaf, she's waay better than Dovewing.)
Fireheart raced through the blazing forest, his fur pricked up as he searched for any of his Clanmates who may have needed help. The scent of burning flesh stung his nostrils as he heard a kit's cry. Bramblekit.
The ginger tom leapt forward, struggling to follow the wails in the chaos. Smoke burned his eyes and stung his throat, making him cough. He'd have to turn back soon. Fireheart bounded over patch of burning tansy, the kit's cries only growing louder. He saw a small paw sticking from beneath a blazing thornbush, and leapt into the bush, shoving a gap into it as pain stung his paws.
Bramblekit was charred head to paw, his tiny body burnt black. Fireheart grasped the screaming kitten's scruff, pulling back at how hot he was. He puffed out cinders with each breath, and his blackened, warm skin was exposed.
Fireheart placed the kit down, just out of the forest's flaming grasp. The kit convulsed, his tiny lungs filled with nothing but smoke and burned from the inside out. Bramblekit went still.
