A/N: I don't really feel like doing an allegiances as of now, so let's just get on with the prologue!
The small flecked tom dipped his head in defeat as what he thought as his red tabby mate scampered over to the dark brown tabby, Brambleclaw. The flecked tom watched as the two exchanged mews, eventually ending in "Hawkfrost is dead?!"
The red tabby seemed surprised as her namesake bushy tail spiked in surprise. "I thought you loved him," she playfully sneered.
Brambleclaw narrowed his eyes as if wondering what she meant with these words. "He attempted to murder Firestar!" he growled, regaining composure.
The flecked tom narrowed his eyes. So our deal never worked….
The flecked tom, Ashfur, had made a desperate deal with the traitorous Hawkfrost to steal the red tabby, Squirrelflight, from Brambleclaw. Ashfur was to find a way to pull Brambleclaw in after Firestar was immobilized by the fox trap. Birchpaw warned Brambleclaw that there was RiverClan scent in ThunderClan territory. Ashfur hid away from the scene, in the hope that Brambleclaw would join Hawkfrost in killing the ThunderClan leader. It failed, it seemed.
Ashfur turned towards his den. It's over! He was deeply upset, but he understood that Brambleclaw had better things going for. And what do I have? I've likely been barred from StarClan, itself! Ashfur groaned as he collapsed into a warrior den that seemed a twinge emptier without Mousefur and Sootfur.
It seemed even worse when nobody wanted to comfort him. He just wanted to wail like a kit, snuggled in Brindleface's belly fur. Too bad she's dead as well!
Ashfur closed his eyes and tucked his muzzle into his chest and paws, wrapping his tail around him. That may have been my last chance at seeing happiness!
Little did Ashfur know, a small white she-cat was gazing into the warrior's den where Ashfur laid.