Hello. I'm new here to the and this is one of my first fanfics (seen by the public that is.) This is kinda like a 'What if Bluefur/star kept her kits?' story. I'm not the best writer ever so please don't give me a flame about how much I ruined the characters. They are going to act different simply because this is how I think they would act plus I'm not Erin Hunter. Thistleclaw will become leader so just know that and be prepared for later in the book for battles and violence (I always imagined him like ThundrClan's version of Brokenstar only worse.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors or any of the characters EXCEPT my OCs.
What a Pity
He tried to breath through the pain that was beginning to pound in his chest. Almost there. The words kept ringing in his ears. He heard a victorious screech that told him that one of his chasers was close to him. A second later he was thrown to the ground harshly and he gave a muted cry of pain.
"Look at him," a female voice scoffed.
"He's so weak," another jeered.
"Quiet!" a voice rang out. He shuddered as the pawsteps that belonged to the voice he hated so much came closer. "No one must hear us," the voice continued. He could feel the voice's hot breath against his ear.
"You risked everything to save your clan and friends only to die. What a pity," the voice snarled and then purred. "Now I have to kill you and lose a valuable warrior, oh well," the voice sighed and he could imgaine the voice raising his paw into the air, waiting to strike.
He sighed and fixed his eyes on the camp entrance, which was only barely unseen. He stood up and faced his captor.
"Kill me if you must, but I will die in honor Thistlestar."