Smokepaw's choice

by Shadefire of Darkness

Smokepaw, abandoned and believed to be dead, is left on the mountains. When he meets a tribe of cats known as 'The Group', he decides to forget about his old life and move on. But when tragedy strikes and Smokepaw has nowhere left to go, he is faced with difficult questions: Should he go back to his clan? And is there perhaps someone who loves him enough to stop him from leaving?

It didn't matter anymore.

Life didn't matter.

He didn't care that he was falling, falling into the darkness.

All he cared about was her.

Her tawny face echoing in his head, trapped in the dark abyss of his cruel mind.

Everything came in flashbacks, overwhelming his brain, buzzing like bees.

Pieces of everything, of ShadowClan, of his mother, of the bright forest that he would never see again.

Of Bluestar, her starry head held high as she led him onwards, like a torch in the darkness.

Of his brother, his excited golden pelt gleaming as they played together.

Of Tawnypelt, his true love that he left behind.

Of the pale snowy cat that haunted his dream, her message chilling his like a cold breeze.

He would never see any of them again.

Because he was quite literally falling into the deep, dark trench.

And Smokepaw of ShadowClan didn't care.

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Hi y'all, this is Shadefire of RainClan, I made a new account, after I was away for 9 months. So sorry I want able to be active because of school! Enjoy the crappy prologue because I'm a crappy person. This is just a story that's been running around in my head for awhile, my friend promised to edit it and organize it and all that jazz.