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Set after Sunset
Moletail Fanfiction Productions Present...
A Studio Warriors Film...
HERITAGE DON'T SHOW IN ME
A Oneshot About Brambleclaw
Trees were soaring straight up into the sky. Only there was no sky. It was all dark. Where was I? Was I dead? Or was I just dreaming? Had I gone to the Dark Forest, where Tigerstar, Hawkfrost, Darkstripe, and Brokenstar went? Or had I gone crazy?"Welcome, my son."
I jerked my head up.
"So. I see your clever plan already. You have won Firestar's trust. So. Now you will kill him. Blackclaw of RiverClan, who was promised a position of power by my foolish son Hawkfrost, will help you. So. I have just one question to ask you. Is this assumption true, or are you a traitor?"
I glared at my father. It wasn't my fault I was his kit. Suddenly I felt so weak, scared, and alone. Right then, I remembered my sister, Tawnypelt, standing up to Tigerstar like he was a warrior and she was a medicine cat or something. I was the deputy of ThunderClan. The deputy of Firestar. I should be able to be like a measly ShadowClan warrior, right?
"No, Tigerstar. You are wrong. Neither answer is correct." I paused and looked hard at him. "I will not kill Firestar with Blackclaw's help. I will stay loyal to my Clan until I die, just like any other ThunderClan cat. However, I am not a traitor. You are the traitor, Tigerstar. You, Hawkfrost, Brokenstar, Darkstripe, and Blackclaw. All of you. Traitors to the core."
Tigerstar laughed. "Oh, you are quite hilarious, Brambleclaw. Intelligent, too. You'd make a good pretend-loyal cat in my plan. Now. Will you or will not follow me and Hawkfrost?"
"Never, Tigerstar. I am not joking about this. I will not tell Leopardstar about Blackclaw, though. That will be my favour to a pack of traitors. Enough said. I am going back to dreaming of hunting mice instead of dreaming of talking to you."
Tigerstar snarled, "Really? Thank you. Here's my favour to a rotten little pile of fox-dung, Brambleclaw." The big brown tabby leader slashed at my face. I staggered backwards.
"Hey, fox-dung!" I spat at him. "Just because I'm kind-hearted and caring for my kin, Tigerstar, I'll give you this!" I kicked up sand into his eyes, but he was not bothered. Oh. He's Tigerstar, remember, Brambleclaw?
"Fine! Stop," my father called. "Just because you're being an idiot, here's what I'll do. I grant you one favour. I will tell Blackclaw that the plan is off and not to kill you. That's in return for you saving that moron's hide, okay? Nothing more."
"That's not a very big favour," I hissed. Then I spun around and headed off, back to the dreaming world.
As I ran, I felt good that I was able to be thinking that heritage don't show in me.