Starve

A sad little one-shot on the elder's that were left on the Great Journey. Speckletail, Frostfur, Shadepelt and Loudbelly.


It was demolished. There were no more trees. The animals had been scared away, or killed by the machines. Speckletail watched as Frostfur and Shadepelt sat on the edge of the once-full forest. Now barely a quarter remained. Speckletail sighed. She stared at Twolegplace.

Shadepelt stood up. "I'm leaving the Clans. I miss them too much" he rasped. His stomach growled. Speckletail remembered poor Loudbelly, who was starved to death. She knew the same fate was in store. Looking at the two other cats, she smiled at Shadepelt. "You mean live with Twolegs, right?" she asked.

Shadepelt nodded. 'Kittypet slop is better than crowfood and starving to death anytime soon" he meowed. He slowly padded across the Thunderpath and waited on the front door step. An elderly Twoleg opened a catflap and he went inside. "If I was born a warrior, I'll die a warrior" grumbled Frostfur.

Speckletail felt ill. She had a terrible case of greencough. "I wonder how Firestar is going" she meowed to Frostfur. No reply. She looked at her friend. Dead. She nudged her. She felt her spirit rise up to the bright sun, waiting for when the stars came. Speckletail lied down. She felt the spirits of her two dead friends around her.

Let go whispered Loudbelly. Join us in the stars meowed Frostfur. She sighed. She knew she was old, and couldn't live on. She closed her eyes and mumbled, "Take me quickly." She felt a rising and she was whisked into thin air. She was greeted by Frostfur. She watched their limp bodies be picked up by Twolegs.

"To StarClan" meowed Frostfur, running to the first star that she saw.


Short but sweet.