The slim slate grey feline made his way through the Dark Forest. This cat was now a legend in the Dark Forest, his name is Ashfur. You may have heard of him, there weren't many that didn't know who he was. This is the tale about how he was made into an infamous monster, the ruler of the underworld. Even the mighty Tigerstar bowed before him, and ol' Ashy loved the power. But he wanted one thing, and sadly this she cat was still alive. Nonetheless, here's Ashy's story of triumph.
Ashfur was only twenty moons old,a young and idiotic male, he was always looking out for the she cats. One particular cat caught his eye, the leaders daughter. He instantly fell head over heels, wanting to go over there and make her the happiest she cat alive. When young Ashfur managed to finally muster up enough courage to talk to her, he might as well be digging his own grave.
Hibrilliant blue eyes gazed at her, opening his mouth to speak. The ginger she cat, known as Squirrelpaw at the time, glared at him disdainfully. "Get out of my way you ugly piece of fox dung! Don't you understand that nobody likes you?" With those harsh and bitter words, the Thunderclan apprentice padded out of camp, her nose high in the air. Heartbroken and furious, he padded after her, his claws unsheathed and a murderous gleam in his eyes. Scenting the air, he skillfully found her. "Oh Squirrely! Ashy's here!" He snarled, His maw rising in a wicked grin, exposing his pearly whites.
Some Thunderclanners say that he killed himself, his body was never found. As for Squirrelpaw, her body was found the next morning, her body had been viciously slaughtered, and oddly enough, her heart was ripped out of her chest, just a few fox tails from her body. It was a gruesome sight, and at first everybody thought a badger had done it. But Brambleclaw had put two and two together, realizing that Ashfur was missing, so he must have done it.
Supposedly, if you roam out too far at night amongst the territory, you could hear his pitiful yowls of anguish and heartbreak.ed