So this is going to be another short story, kinda like Snowkit's Life. The is going to be a 3-4 chapter story about Whitethroat. I felt bad for his death, and since he wasn't a main plot character, it was easy to save him. Please review!
Also, I am going to update Flowers and Stone in an hour or two, so look for that! I am also accepting OC's for Flowers and Stone. (Some of the positions I need are a medicine cat apprentice, a queen, some warriors, and some elders.)
Anyway, here is Whitethroat's Escape
-Daisybreeze
Whitethroat pounded through the unfamiliar ThunderClan forest. The wind howled and trees creaked. Then black and white tom nervously flicked his tail and whimpered to himself. He raised his nose to the breeze and caught the scent of a ThunderClan hunting patrol.
Being just healed from the carrion-place sickness, Whitethroat knew he would never be able to out run a healthy patrol of ThunderClan cats. From when Cinderpely told himself and Littlecloud that they had to leave ThunderClan land, he had tried to stick on grounds in the safety of ThunderClan, while Littlecloud decided to go back to ShadowClan.
A horrible scent drifted into Whitethroat's nostrils, jolting him roughly. Rogues. They were closing in fast.
What were they doing on ThunderClan territory?
As he gave another long sniff, he also scented the odor of a lone ThunderClan cat, probably hunting.
Not wanting to be caught by the rogues or the ThunderClan cat, he scrambled up a small tree and hid. Heartbeats later, he noticed a lean tabby warrior prowling through the bushes.
The ThunderClan warrior.
Luckily the wind was in Whitethroat's favor, so the warrior didn't know he was being watched. Then Whitethroat stiffened.
The gang of rogues were heading this way.
What were they doing here?
A moment later the lean warrior was surrounded by at least six cats. One, the leader, caused Whitethroat's jaw to hang open slightly. The leader of the rogues was Tigerstar, the old ThunderClan deputy, and ShadowClan's leader. No one, except the ThunderClan, cats knew why Tigerclaw , now Tigerstar, had left ThunderClan. Whenever other Clans tried to talk to the ThunderClan cats about their old deputy, they would knead the ground with their paws uncomfortably and ignore the question.
The small ThunderClan mewed an angry remark, and Tigerstar hissed. Then he lashed out and slit the tabby ThunderClan warrior's throat. The cat fell limp onto the soft moss. Then Tigerstargrowled to his rogue followers and they bounded off.
Terrified, Whitethroat leapt down to look at the fallen cat. The warrior's eyes were full of fury even in death as blood dribbled down from his open jaws.
"He's, he's dead!" Whitethroat wailed.
Suddenly the ThunderClan patrol Whitethroat had scented before appeared bristling and spitting. Their deputy, Fireheart, spat at Whitethroat, who was crouched over the dead cat.
Whitethroat's stomach clenched.
These cats must think I murdered him!
Then it hit him like a Thunderpath monster. Tigerstar was banished from ThunderClan because he was a murderer. ShadowClan had willingly accepted Tigerstar, a murderer, as their leader!
An angry snarl from Fireheart brought Whitethroat back to reality.
"No! I swear I didn't do this! It-it was Tigerclaw and his rogues! Smell them? I couldn't do anything! He just killed him in cold blood!" Whitethroat begged, his eyes looking around nervously.
Fireheart growled but stepped forward to smell the dead warrior, and nodded, accepting Whitethroat's story. Then he flicked his tail and the ThunderClan warriors swarmed around the fallen cat. Fireheart dipped his head to the shaking ShadowClan warrior.
"Thank you for telling us who did this, but you should return to ShadowClan." He said slowly. "We can take care of Runningwind." He motioned to the dead tabby.
"O-oh. I don't want to go back to ShadowClan. A few nights after Nightstar died, and, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Runningnose got a prophecy that says that we are going to get a new leader to bring ShadowClan to greatness. A-and that day, Tigerclaw and some rogues showed up at camp, I don't want to alarm you, but to the Clan who were so desperate, Tigerclaw was obviously the one, so they made him leader!"
Fireheart and the other warriors had fluffed up their fur and their eyes were wild with fear. Then Fireheart mewed calmly, "So, so, he's Tigerstar now?"
"Yes," whispered Whitethroat. "Please don't make me go back to his Clan."
A wiry brown she-cat softly spoke up, even though her tail twitched uncertainly.
"What if he can go live with Ravenpaw and Barley? I'm sure from what Fireheart tells me that they will gladly accept you as a loner."
Fireheart's ear twitched and he nodded. "That could work. Good thinking Mousefur. Whitethroat, do you want to go live as a loner near the Twolegplace near the Highstones?"
Whitethroat didn't need a lot of time to reply. "Of course I would! I'd never go back to ShadowClan, especially now! I'll go right away!"
"Just go to the Twoleg farm and you'll smell Ravenpaw's scent markers. Good luck," meowed Fireheart.
Whitethroat nodded and dipped his head. "Thank you." The ThunderClan cats started to carry Runningwind away while Whitethroat dashed away, his heart thumping wildly.
I'm finally free!