I bolted through the forest, my paws raw. "Don't look back!" My mate shouted from my side. My heart pounded as I saw the rogue clan draw closer. I turned back and lunged for one of them, fed up with their actions of death and murder. My mate looked at me in horror. "Snowspot! No! You're going to be killed!" he hissed. Through the midst of shredding fur and blood, I could see my mate wailing in despair as a ScarClan "warrior" flip him over and tear his belly. "Reedstripe, no!" I wailed. The Scarclan cat latched his sharp teeth on his throat and thrashed Reedstripe around. He fell limp. The rogue warrior let Reedstripe go. He fell to the ground, lying in a pool of his own crimson blood.
With a snarl, I pushed the warrior off of me and scratched his flank. He hissed and ran away, along with the rest of his cowardly clan. I ran over to Reedstripe, hoping he was still alive. I bent my head down and sniffed him while grabbing a piece of cobweb and putting it over his wounds in a desperate attempt to save him. "H-He's not b-breathing…" I said softly to myself. My heart dropped. My mate, the only cat in this cold world that loved me, is dead. All thanks to a rogue clan. I dropped to my stomach and put my nose on his cold nose. I started to groom him for the last time as tears started to stream down my face. After grooming my dead mate, I got up and dragged him back to SnowClan camp. His limp body was dragging in the mud. What was our clan going to say when their deputy was brought home from a walk in the forest dead?
I watched as sorrowful eyes a shocked gasps surrounded me as I dragged Reedstipe into the camp. I dragged him into the middle of the clearing and laid him down gently on the soft forest floor. Everyone gathered around. Sungaze, Hazelpaw, Ferncloak, Bumblestripe, Moonstar, and I gathered around his dead body. "He would have made a fantastic leader and father…" Moonstar rasped and shook her head. Hazelpaw, his apprentice, padded up to his body and a single tear slipped out of her eye. "My m-mentor….H-he was s-so nice…w-who will b-be m-my mentor n-now?" she mumbled. Ferncloak and Bumblestripe's eyes were hazed with sadness. Reedstipe was their only son-and only kit that survived. I walked up to him as we all groomed him for the last time. Me, Hazelpaw, Ferncloak and Bumblestripe sat all night for his vigil. A million thoughts clouded my mind, but two especially worried me. Who will be the new deputy? Who will be my unborn kitten's father?!
AN- First fanfic! Whoo! It went a little fast for my liking though… oh well! ^^ I hope you enjoyed! R&R if you liked it!