I was just thinking about Hollyleaf and stuff, you know, the usual, and thought of this. This is from Ashfur's POV so... yeah. Sorry Hollyleaf lovers (me included) but this may make her sound kind of evil. Please review and tell me what I need to work on, I'd appreciate it! On with the one-shot!

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors

I looked into the fast moving stream in front of me. I was on the Windclan border, supposed to be hunting, but who really cared when I just heard the biggest secret I've ever heard. That Squirrelflight, my used-to-be love, didn't mother the kits everyone believed she had. That she had lied to her mate, lied to all of Thunderclan, and to her own father, the legendary Firestar. Of course, I made her admit it. I mean, I didn't force her to say it, I just threatened to burn Jayfeather, Hollyleaf, and Lionblaze to tear her heart in half, kind of like what she did to mine.

I was kind of excited, but kind of nervous. I got to go to the gathering and was going to announce to everyone there the big secret. I never really thought about the consequences, just how good it was going to feel when I finally got it out of my mind, maybe Squirrelflight felt like that too when she told me... Well, what's done is done.

I looked back at the stream and saw my reflection. I realized I probably looked a lot different now than I did a couple days ago. I wasn't glaring as much at others and I wasn't so… unhappy.

I sighed and dabbed my paw at the reflection and it rippled away, kind of like my heart.

I heard a rustling in the bushes behind me and I turned around. I smelled the air but couldn't smell anything other than water. Suddenly, a blackbird flew out of the bush and went into the air, sending an alarm to any prey that I might have found. So much for hunting. I thought. I turned back around and looked at the stream again, watching the water lap at the edge and the small pebbles dotting the sandy bottom. A dark shadow suddenly cast itself over the water. I turned around and found myself face to face with Hollyleaf, one of my least liked cats, or at least according to my list.

"I'm sorry, Ashfur, I'm sorry it has to be like this," she growled menacingly.

"What do you mean?" I asked in a mocking voice, turning back toward the water. "That I'm going to expose you and your siblings in front of all the clans? I'm sorry, too, Hollyleaf, that you can't do anything about it."

"We'll see," she growled.

I turned around to ask her what she meant by that when she jumped at me and pinned me down. She got ready to bit my throat when I pushed her off and tried running toward camp. She grabbed my scruff and flung me to right next to the stream and I landed with a thump on the edge of it. She ran toward me again and pinned me down, making sure I wouldn't get away. She clawed my throat and immediately I saw red. I remember all the blood, so much blood, and so much pain, more pain than Squirrelflight could have ever caused. I wreathed in pain and tried to cry out to someone, anyone, who could make the pain stop. She pushed me into the river and I got stuck on some rocks.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way, Ashfur," she whispered, an evil glint in her eyes. I stared at her in horror as she walked away calmly, like killing another cat wasn't such a big deal. My last thought was of Hollyleaf, my murderer, walking away, leaving me in the fast moving stream, washing my blood away, and my life.