(You know Ashfur? No, not that Ashfur. Not the crazy heart broken psycho. I mean the Elder from Shadow clan. I'm gonna be wrting about him. That alright?)
Ashfur felt so strange, lying there, panting. There was nothing he could do. The warriors of Starclan had been calling him for days now, and he realized it was time to listen. He tried standing up, but he became shaky and collapsed on his side. He grunted with pain. Was this what it was like? Death. Ashfur sighed. Here he was. Dying alone. If Brokenstar had never became leader things would be different. The cruel leader was ambitious. He wanted Shadowclan to be greater then any of the other clan, but ultimately, he destroyed it. Pain rippled through his body as he moved slightly. Through blurred vision he could make out the figure of a cat. Ashfur could hear the cat whisper to him.
"It's time to leave."
Ashfur squinted at the figure and groaned in pain. Rats from the carrion place had caused this. They had killed many in his clan. How many more of his clan mates would die?
"I-I can't" Ashfur replied, "I can't move.. It hurts." The figure shook his head,
"You need to come. Starclan is waiting." His vision cleared and he recognized the young black and white apprentice known as Badgerpaw, who was killed during a battle. The apprentice was only 3 moons, not even old enough to leave his mother. Despite his age the apprentice was determined to make Brokenstar proud.
"Badgerpaw…" Ashfur groaned quietly. He panted and stood up weakly. Badgerpaw let him lean against his shoulder. Ashfur nodded his thanks before standing all one his own. Badgerpaw signaled to the entrance of the cave,
"Towards the light." He murmured. Ashfur stared at the entrance. He stared at Badgerpaw uneasily,
"Will they except me?" He asked. Badgerpaw nodded,
"You were a great and loyal warrior." He replied. Ashfur slowly began making his way towards the entrance. He recalled when Brokenstar had became leader. The warrior abandoned the elders, telling them that if they wanted live they would have to hunt for themselves. They were not even aloud in the camp. Then one day a patrol of Thunderclan warriors had come. Brokenstar had once again ordered his warriors to steal kits from another clan. Ashfur and the other elders offered to help take the kits back. Ashfur knew he had been right to help the Thunderclan cats over throw Brokenstar. He had changed the once strong clan, he weakened it. Ashfur sighed, knowing that he had once been a loyal warrior, but that warrior was gone now.
Ashfur squinted as he stepped into the light. It blinded him. Once he got used to the lighting he glanced around. He was standing in a clearing, surrounded by cats. He recognized some of his fallen clan mates. He stared as Crookedstar approached him. The former leader looked younger and stronger, his pelt dotted with stars.
"Ashfur, Welcome to Starclan."