DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warriors and the characters. They belong to the one and only... Erin Hunter! A great author, honestly.
I will be updating this as often as I can. That will be quite hard, because school's kind of in the way. Nevertheless, please review!
"No!" yowled Lionblaze and Jayfeather. Lionblaze wanted to rush into the tunnels and grab his sister by the scruff. To drag her out. To tell her that everything would be all right. But it wouldn't be, really. Everything had gone wrong. It was too late, there was no changing fate. The elusive tunnels near the WindClan border had collapsed, taking Hollyleaf with them. The golden tabby sniffed the remains, trying to determine what had happened to his sister in the depths. The tunnel entrance, now blocked, smelled of damp earth mixed with river water. There was no trace of scent to prove that Hollyleaf was still alive. Lionblaze, for some reason, remembered Heathertail and the WindClan kits. He wished that he could go back in time, where everyone he loved would be alive and Heathertail would be forgiven.
But there was no going back. Still no proof that Hollyleaf was breathing, nor anything that proved that she was gone from this world. The young warrior was lost in memories. His brother, Jayfeather, could do nothing to stop him. He, also, was struggling with his thoughts.
Hollyleaf had seen the disbelief in her father;s face, and heard his protests. She had glimpsed Nightcloud's fur bristling and the WindClan she-cat's son swearing eternal hatred. Her half brother, always grumpy and snappy, given another reason to hold a grudge. Plus Leafpool's honest confession, bittersweet and too repulsive for Hollyleaf's taste. Her brothers misunderstood Leafpool, and there was no reason they wouldn't misunderstand Hollyleaf as well. Half of her kin had turned away from her, and to Hollyleaf... her mother was not a cat who could be forgiven. There was nothing left to live for.
As she sprinted into the tunnels, possibly leaving the life she'd always known behind forever, the black she-cat found it hard to think clearly. Dark thoughts swirled around in her mind. Certain pictures flashed guiltily in her eyes. There was Ashfur, floating down the river, blood still dripping from the fatal wound on his neck. The surprised look on Sandstorm's face, Firestar's embarrasement, Brambleclaw's anger. Even Blackstar's gaze, amused yet hostile. The whole world was against her now.
The black she-cat's future looked grim. She wanted to run from her past, to hide from the consequences of her actions. The warrior code was destroyed. Her thoughts flashed back to her warrior ceremony. Every generation of warriors had promised to uphold the cold, even at the cost of their lives. Her own birth went against the code, just the opposite of that. What was Crowfeather thinking, she didn't know. And here was Hollyleaf, proclaimed a cold-blooded murderer, because she had killed in vain.
Her fellow warriors had deserted her, but her senses hadn't. The rushing river roared louder than ever. Pebbles crashed against the numerous rocks that seemed to be gathered around the tunnels like guards. Then Hollyleaf felt a drop of water on her head. What was that? Before she had time to escape, the shocking truth unfolded before her eyes. These were not just pebbles. The whole contents on the tunnel was crashing down... getting closer and closer to her.
Hollyleaf panicked. There had to be a way out! Death was worse than what any Clan thought of her! She couldn't die, just now, The young warrior searched everywhere, but all of the exits she knew of were blocked by debris. She forced herself to look harder, although her whole body was aching. To go farther, despite the fact that her paws were only leading her on because of her determination and stubborn refusal to stop. But the river was gushing, water lapping against her belly fur. It was rising higher and higher, flooding perhaps. There was nothing Hollyleaf could do anymore. Even worse, she had no place to go.
For Hollyleaf, there was no hope left. Nobody would care about what happened to her, a half-Clan cat... a forbidden kit. Her whole life was ruined and wasted, like being thrown into a Thunderpath, left to die. The she-cat closed her eyes, slowly. She hesitated a little, holding on the last bit of life she probably had left. But eventually, her surroundings gradually got smaller and smaller, until she could barely see them. Finally, darkness gave her a huge hug and swallowed her up completely.