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Claimer: I do own the following oneshot.

Set before Into The Wild

Moletail Fanfiction Productions Present...

A Studio Warriors Film...

ELDERLY KNOWLEDGE

A Oneshot About Tawnyspots's Death

My sides heaved. My breathing wasn't very good. I couldn't make it. However, I had to try!

"Is he dying?" asked Bluefur, the new deputy. I picked out her voice as she pushed to the front of the crowd. My successor was a grey-blue she-cat. She was wise and loyal. Her nephew, Whitestorm, was a credit to the Clan. She was the right choice.

I looked over the crowd, which was really just the group of apprentices there. I needed to find Sunstar, my leader, Thistleclaw, my apprentice, and Featherwhisker, the medicine cat.

"Stop worrying, he's old and would have to die sooner or later," hissed Featherwhisker. Spottedpaw came up behind up. Great StarClan! Was I really that old?

Thistleclaw narrowed his eyes. He and his former apprentice, Tigerclaw, looked down at Featherwhisker and Spottedpaw with disdain from where they were sitting near the fresh-kill pile. I prayed to StarClan that they would be safe, along with Tigerclaw's new apprentice, Darkpaw.

"Tawnyspots?" asked a warrior about Thistleclaw's age. I recognised her as Mousefur. "Dead? You must be kidding me."

"Am not," snapped Featherwhisker.

"Featherwhisker...get me Sunstar...I'm dying...not dead yet...help me..." I managed.

"Calm down," grunted Featherwhisker. "Sunstar!" he called as the leader walked over to his brother. "Tawnyspots wanted to say good-bye before he dies."

"Dies?" asked Sunstar.

"Dies," I replied firmly.

"Very well then. Good-bye, Tawnyspots. Good hunting."

I rasped, "Good-bye...Sunstar...Bluefur...Featherwhisker...Spottedpaw...Thistleclaw...ThunderClan..."

As I took my last breath, I felt satisfied, satisfied that I had made the most of my elderly knowledge.