There I saw him, a flash of an orange pelt. Thunderclan's greatest leader.
The final battle. The most traitorous of all.
I struggled towards the orange pelt, slashing at any cat who got in my way, friend or foe. I must reach him.
He was fighting valiantly, clawing and tearing at the grubby pelt of the fallen leader.
Tigerstar was down, a hard blow leaving a flood of black blood rushing down his face. "You've lost, raise yourself and flee."
SLASH
The fire dimmed. The great leader fell.
"NO!"
I charged, flying.
Claws unsheathed.
I saw the dreaded tiger's eyes.
I saw…
Fear. Hatred. Anger.
I leapt, my eyes blazing, a fiery red, with all the fury of a million lions
He realized what was happening.
No mercy.
I swung my deathly claws…they reaped.
Tigerstar was no more.
"Firestar!" I crumbled to the ground, my life next to over.
"My love…" He coughed up blood, "I'm sorry…"
The brightness, compassion, energy, and strength left his eyes…
The fire of the forest, extinguished.
A/N: this was very saddening to write. I know it wasn't what happened in the book but, ugh, I'm sorry if I've mildly depressed anyone.
