I'm cancelling Pranked Prophecy. Sorry.

But, I'm starting a new story! And because it's made of one-shots, if I leave again, I won't leave you guys hanging! :D

Rain pounded against the thick mud covering everything in sight. The trees waved back and forth in the storm, leaves whipping back and forth, branches threatening to snap and break under the downpour.

I sat inside my den. It was nice and cozy there; RiverClan dens were always made out of waterproof branches, ensuring that I only got wet if I stuck my head outside in the rain.

"Brr. Sparrowpaw, it's so cold." My best friend, Carppaw, tugged some more moss onto her frail, shivering body. She'd just returned from a hunting patrol. I laughed and poked her in the side.

"You're always cold," I teased. "Look at you. You barely have any fur." It was true; Carppaw had been in a tangle with a thistle bush half a moon ago. The bush won. Her fur still hadn't grown back.

"Barely any fat, either," she grumbled. "It's been raining so hard these past few days. Nobody's caught any prey at all. Everybody's starving."

"Why don't we go catch some, then?" I suggested.

Carppaw's eyes widened. "Are you crazy?" she hissed. "We'd drown in this weather! And Pikestar's ordered everycat not to go out in the rain without an experienced warrior. We'll get in trouble."

I snorted. "Come on, Carpy. D'you really think Pikestar will be mad at us when we bring back a nice, juicy trout for the queens, or a few fat minnows for the elders? No way. He'd probably make us warriors on the spot."

"Assuming we survive, of course. The lake's so swollen; you haven't been on any real patrols lately, you wouldn't know. It'll sweep us away if we step paw near it."

"Who said I was talking about the lake?" I scooched in closer to Carppaw. The rain was so loud, I could barely hear myself. "There's this amazing little creek I know: it's pretty small but there are always at least a few minnows in there. And I've seen bigger fish there, too. Come on, Carpy. It's tiny; no way it would sweep us away."

Carppaw looked doubtful, but then I heard her stomach rumble loudly.

"Even your belly agrees with me," I said. "When was the last time you ate? When was the last time the kits and elders ate?"

That did it. Carppaw jumped up and sighed. "Fine," she groaned, but I could see the hunger in her eyes, the outline of her ribs, the way she was sniffing the air like she already smelled some nice, juicy minnows.

I peered outside at the camp. No cat was there, obviously. They would have been crazy to go out in the rain unless they were on a patrol. I darted outside, halting just outside of the entrance. Carppaw quickly followed.

"Come on," I said, and led the way to the creek. The ground beneath us was muddy and soft, swallowing my paws with each step I took. The rain made it hard to see anything. I wrapped my tail around Carppaw's so I wouldn't lose sight of her.

Finally, we arrived at the creek. It was a lot bigger than I remembered - water sloshing onto the shore, the creek moving so swiftly I could barely keep track of it - but I was confident Carpy and I would be able to tackle it. We were RiverClan, after all.

I put myself as close to the creek as possible, sticking a paw inside. No need for caution now; after all, if there were any fish, they would get swept downstream, straight into my claws.

Sure enough, I felt something wriggling against my claws and I pulled my paw out. I tossed the fish to Carppaw, who promptly snapped its neck.

"Nice one," I said, momentarily forgetting about the creek and the rain. I took a step back and fell in.

The water was cold and fast. Gasping, I was swept downstream while I frantically tried grabbing at the shore. No use. The mud fell away underneath my claws and I screamed, "Carppaw!"

"Sparrow!" Carppaw sounded desperate, and I saw her carrying a big stick. She placed the stick in the water. I tried to grab at it, but my paws slipped and I went under.

I couldn't believe that I was about to get killed by water. After all, I was a RiverClan cat. But I was powerless against the creek. Bubbles streamed by my fur, sticks and leaves got caught in my desperate, grabby claws, the water was pushing in at me from all sides and it was like I was a helpless little kit again. I couldn't breathe couldn't breathe couldn't couldn't and the darkness was coming into the edges of my vision and then I saw stars, stars like a cat saying, over and over, "It's okay Sparrowpaw it's okay it's okay you can let go." But I couldn't let go. I wanted to let go so badly because the pain was so bad, like a badger punching me in the stomach and then sitting on my lungs. And then I couldn't hold my breath anymore and took a huge one, water rushing into my lungs, I was coughing, I was choking, and I was so surprised.

I couldn't believe something so cold could set my sides and my lungs and every other part of me on fire.

I screamed, I was screaming underwater, I slammed my paw into a stone and the pain was bad but I tried to grab that stone, to grab that stupid stone. I couldn't. And my paw was at a funny angle and I could see blood streaming from it and I just wanted it all to be over. I wanted to die. I felt like I was on fire, my lungs burning, and I instinctively took another one and the pain was worse than before.

I couldn't see. Couldn't couldn't can't can't can't do anything and then suddenly warm paws were grabbing my shoulders, pulling me out of the water, and I took a huge breath of fresh air.

"Sparrowpaw!" I could faintly hear Carppaw screaming into my ear, but it sounded a thousand miles away. And I couldn't see anything except for water and stars, the StarClan stars, saying, "It's time, Sparrowpaw. I'm so sorry but it's time."

I coughed and Carppaw shrieked, "Oh StarClan you're alive thank StarClan."

"I... I'm not... can't... C-Carppaw I-" I coughed again.

"You're not going," she said. "You can't." She pressed on my lungs and water came out.

"I... I don't w-want... die." My paw was aching worse than before. I could feel the warm blood coming out of it mixed with the cold, soothing rain.

"I'm getting Brackentail," said Carppaw. "She'll fix you up. She's the greatest medicine cat..." I could hear her sobbing. "StarClan, Sparrowpaw..."

"That's... where I-I'm going. Star... dying."

"You're not dying!" Carppaw screamed and I loved her and hated her for it, for making me feel better, for lying to me. I could see them. Beautiful, glistening stars like fire and frost.

"No use. Dead. Dying." I could feel frosty, starry paws on me, lifting me up, and I was gone. No more pain. But I could still hear Carppaw crying and sobbing, and I could see her holding me and crying and saying, "Sparrowpaw. I love you I love you I love you I know you're gone but you can't be please come back I'll do anything."

And even though I was cold and numb as the river, even though a StarClan warrior was taking me away to a better place, I whispered, "Don't cry, Carpy. You'll see me again someday."

Yay! Drama story death #1 done!

Edit: October 14, 2015. If you request something, please give this story a fave :) I don't think it's fair to like someone's writing enough to ask for free stuff but not even give their story a fave or follow!

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