Just a little One-Shot I decided to do.
I gazed down at the camp from my place on the Highrock. I see my deputy, Snowdrop, sending out patrols. She's such a great deputy. And her apprentice, Flowerpaw, is almost ready to become a warrior. I already have a name in mind. Flowerpetal.
I glance up at Snowdrop's call." Flamestar?"
I leap down stiffly, wincing slightly. I look up expectantly.
" Are you able to go on a border patrol?" She meowed cautiously.
I nodded." Of course I am!" I snap softly.
I know the clan fears for my safety. I am on my ninth life. And I am not getting much younger. It will soon be my time to join Starclan. I gaze at Snowdrop calmly, not giving away my weariness. She will make a good leader. She is calm in the worst situations, strong, clever, and fiercely loyal.
Looking up, I saw the sun blocked by the trees and breathe in deeply. Snowstar will make a big impact on the clan and will lead them through many tough times with ease. I'm just glad to know my clan will be in her paws.
Padding to the entrance, I saw Snowdrop's kits, Robinfeather and Dewleaf, along with a senior warrior by the name of Dustpatch. Dustpatch drew back as I approached and dipped his head respectfully but I flicked my tail, signaling for him to lead. His eyes shone with uncertainty for a heartbeat, quickly replaced with determination.
Determination to impress his leader I suppose. I purr quietly at the thought. I noticed painfully how my own voice was now cracked with age. I miss my strong, steady voice that seemed to carry through the forest.
I sigh, remembering old times. Times when my only kit, Whitedawn, was alive and my mate, Silverfrost, was still by my side. I barely noticed as the younger warriors checked the boundary, occasionally asking if I needed help. Of course I didn't! I still have four good legs!
But when the fox sprang from the underbrush, my senses were immediately alert. Robinfeather and Dewleaf lunged at the fox, scratching at its legs. Dustpatch darted forward, gave its shoulder a sharp bite, and bounced out of reach, snarling.
I leaped forward, feeling the rush of battle flood to my claws and giving me strength. I realized my mistake too late. I had aimed right for the fox's muzzle. A muzzle full of snapping teeth. I screeched in pain as I felt the foul creature's strong jaws close around my frail body.
I went limp, my vision blurring as I watched my warriors fight the fox and chase it away. Oh my warriors. My brave warriors. Dewleaf crouched over my body, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
" Flamestar?" She mewed, nudging me gently.
Dustpatch rushed to us, Robinfeather behind him." What's wrong?" Only then did he see me, fallen and bleeding my life out onto the ground." Get Clearwater," he growled.
Robinfeather raced away, tail streaming behind her. Dustpatch and Dewleaf did the best they could to close my wounds with cobwebs. But I knew it was no use. I could see blackness edging the corners of my eyes. And from the look on Dustpatch's face, I knew he understood too.
I sat back and sighed as Robinfeather came back with Clearwater.
" What happened?" Clearwater demanded, placing some herbs on the ground.
Dewleaf explained quickly, stumbling over her words.
Clearwater bent over to examine my wounds but I shook my head." Do not bother with me. Your herbs will be of no help," I rasped, blood gurgling from my mouth.
" Hush!" She meowed, placing a paw on my chest.
She came closer." What life is this?" She hissed, gazing into my eyes.
" Ninth," I managed to force out.
Clearwater shook her head sadly. She looked up, eyes bleary." I can't help her. Her wound are too deep and she is too old. I'm afraid she might join Starclan."
Robinfeather wailed in grief and Dewleaf hung her head. Dustpatch pushed his nose into my fur.
" I-I must," I paused to cough," say some things. Robinfeather,Dewleaf. You are great warriors. I am proud to call you warriors of Thunderclan."
I looked to Dustpatch. " And you. I have known you since you were a kit. Just..." I shivered violently." Just know I would choose you as new deputy. If I were Snowstar." I purred weakly.
I glanced around to see starry figures surrounding us." My ancestors call for me. I must go now. Good bye, old friends."
I gave a last shudder then gave in to empty darkness. I purred happily, my old voice restored and hound once again, with no signs of the wounds I had had. My purr grew louder as Whitedawn and Silverfrost came forward to welcome me. I watched from my place in the stars as the warriors carried my body back to camp, listened to the wails and shrieks of grief, and watched as Snowdrop slowly approached. Her eyes were empty and hollow but a light flickered in them.
" Thunderclan!" She yowled, voice hoarse." Flamestar would not want us to grief. She would want us to move on, to look forward. She would want to see Thunderclan continue to thrive."
The cats meowed in silent agreement. And I was there to give Snowdrop a life, a life for appreciating the life you have. I joined the Starclan cats in welcoming Snowstar. Finally, I watched as Snowstar made Dustpatch her deputy.
I have been watching over my clan for seasons upon seasons and moons upon moons. Watched as Snowstar joined us and after Duststar.
And to this day, I still watch over them like a queen to its kits.
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