Hi everyone! This is an AU that takes place after The Darkest Hour. No cat won the battle as each side had heavy losses. But there was enough of BloodClan left to hunt the forest cats. So it starts from there. Please enjoy!
The small black cat woke in a clearing. His vision was blurry and his head pounded. He couldn't remember much. Not even his name. A few floating in his head… Scourge? Tiny? Firestar?
Somehow the last one seemed to fit the best.
Firestar struggled to his paws and when he saw the clearing he knew why his whole body was sore. Cats littered the clearing, and Firestar knew they weren't asleep. He looked at his own self and saw a gash along his throat. It was caked with dried blood. He wondered how he wasn't dead. But he also couldn't complain.
The clearing smelled horrid and all Firestar wanted to do was find some food and water and get cleaned up. As he took some uneasy steps forward, his paws stepped on something.
It was a collar like the housecats wear. Except this one had…teeth and bone sticking out. A bright ginger tom laid nearby his throat the same as Firestar's. He was dead though, and he figured he was the owner.
Then a memory came up.
The ginger tom stood on the giant rock in the clearing. His teeth were bared, and his paws were already stained with blood. He watched the cats fighting in the clearing. He looked proud of this. Cats were being slaughtered and the tom did nothing but sit.
Firestar gasped for air. He struggled to remember more, but the moment was gone. Maybe he'd regain more. He took one last look at the clearing and headed into the forest.
The sun was rising as he walked. He could hear a stream nearby and wondered if he should wash off in there first. Firestar felt he wouldn't like water, but it was a better alternative to licking all the blood off.
Firestar finally found the stream, a small clearing, that would've been shaded if it had not been leaf-bare. He padded into the stream, careful to not get too wet. Once he was clean, he laid in the clearing to rest and dry off. He would have to hunt later, but he wasn't very confident in his abilities. He also wasn't confidant that his throat would heal correctly. He faintly remembered that there was a cat in his…clan… that took care of this like this.
That's where I come from Firestar thought. I'm the leader of a clan here. LightningClan? No… ThunderClan….
He had to find them! He knew his clan would be worried. And Firestar knew that since he was their leader, they would be obliged to feed and care for him. Firestar stood up to set off to look for the other cats.
In his hurry, he missed the rank smell coming from the beneath the bushed, and the still bodies hidden off the path he found to the ThunderClan camp.