Moonshine

Warriors Drabbles

Part 1-Who could care?

Gingerstar14: Don't know where the title came from, I started this cause I can do it whenever I got writers block with my other fics!!

Tell me if I'm good at drabbles or not, many of them will be shorter than this.

Man, depressing. Should I do another drabble with Darkclaw, about when he was the prisioner with BloodClan?

The two great warriors had battled to the death, now ThunderClan's hero lay on the ground, eyes half closed, just waiting for that last breath, when his beloved Silverleaf would descend from to ground and take him to peace.

The huge black tom circled around him, red eyes slits of fury. "You had a mate and kits, Eaglefleck. You had a loving mother and father. Brothers, and a Clan."

Eaglefleck looked up weakly, not caring about that now; the earth was dimmed from the falling night, and already his eyes were becoming glassy, the world as he'd known fading from his vision, replaced by stars, shimmering in the distance of his sight. "Dark-" His voice cracked, blood streaming form his nose, "Darkclaw, what?"

Darkclaw paced more slowly, weak from all the blood he'd lost. Eventually sitting down by his enemy's side. Finally, Finally, Eaglefleck knew, what he'd thought all the while; even evil cats had a heart, and Darkclaw's was about to show.

"When I was born, my mother hated me. Father left for Death Forest knows what. Mother abused me, made me work and slave for my sisters. She never gave a thought to me, for, who could love the poor, black kitten that just got underpaw. Mostly, that's where my scars and limp came from, not from the many battles I'd fought." Eaglefleck looked up at him, pain in his eyes, not for Darkclaw, but his wounds stung, and he was so close to the peace that came just across the border of death.

"When my father returned, you'd never known the pain when he hated me and sent me-just me-away, abandoned me, before I was barely weaned. I found a group of cats who'd take me in. Rogues, they were. I respected and even maybe loved their leader, Scarstar. He was great. But he never liked me that much. When he admitted that, I was so upset I ran away.

"But I came back, for Scarstar was my only hope. I was a full-fledged warrior by then, if scrawny still," That was hard to believe. Darkclaw was the most fearsome warrior in the forest, with muscles like rocks. "But then, he treated me worse than Mother, and I was their prisioner. Eventually, after endless torture, he let me become part of their 'Clan'.

"So then it was. I lived with them, but now in fear. Scarstar died in a battle raiding Goldenstar in ThunderClan, but...you were a kit then. Gorestar took over, and he liked me-that was part of the reason he was the one forced to torture me. Eventually I became deputy of this BloodClan, Gorestar called it. But with no nine lives, leaders don't live long. I was going to become leader, but no!"

Darkclaw paused and Eaglefleck's rasping cough filled the air. He wasn't much listening, but it would help, knowing that before he died, he helped his bitter enemy let out what he'd kept inside for perhaps too long.

"Fallenhope took over, attacked me, and almost killed me. So I had to leave BloodClan. You know the rest-I'd taken it to deafeat you and ThunderClan. I hated everything, and ThunderClan was far to great off for me." Darkclaw bowed his head in shame.

"Why do you tell me this?" Eaglefleck asked.

"You're going to die anyway!" Darkclaw roared. He leaped up and slit his thoat. The ginger tom's green eyes glazed comepletely over, and an eirie peace settled over him. His pelt grew cold, as cold as Darkclaw's red eyes. Getting to his feet, he padded off toward the lake, leaving the great warrior's body laying there on the border between WindClan and ThunderClan.