ThunderClan Loyalty

Jedi Goat

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.

Author's Note: This one was suggested by Darkstorm Mistystar's Legacy, thanks! Even though he isn't a ThunderClan cat, here's Smokepaw.

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Smokepaw

Wind whips by, viciously tearing at my fur

Chilling me to the bones

That stick out prominently through my thin pelt

Signs of starvation, of endless hunger

"Keep going!" a cat yowls, voice nearly lost in the wind

I duck my head and pad steadily forward

One paw in front of the other

Am I afraid?

Yes, of course. My insides are ice and frozen with fear

It takes all my warrior courage not to look down

Or I will follow the course of the small stones

Tumbling down the rocky ledge

I shiver and draw nearer to the mountainside

Pressing my fur against its cold stone

But still that is more comforting than the rush of freezing air

And I slowly creep onward

All around me, fear-scent is strong

Cats shrink back against the mountain, eyes glazed with terror

I know I look that way, too

New land, I tell myself,

Think of the new land we're going to

But instead a vision of the old territory engulfs me

ShadowClan marshes, stretching endlessly onward

Bushes and old trees I recognize by sight

In my mind, I race down a hollow

And look down upon the old ShadowClan camp

My heart lurches with longing

For that home is no longer

The prey-scent I drink in so greedily

Is nonexistent; my stomach growls to remind me

The cold, hard truth

The four great Clans, forever strong

Are brought down in their prime

Reduced to a band of hungry, weak, straggling cats

With memories of glory

If only we had a home! I sigh and blink wearily

Somewhere to live as we did before

Somewhere prey is plentiful and ShadowClan thrives

And then the rock beneath me crumbles

With a yowl I am jolted back to the present

I lunge ahead as rock falls away

My claws scrape the ledge

But it is not enough, as for a moment I dangle in the air

A flash of ginger reaches for me

Already I know it's too late

I meet Russetfur's eyes one last time

Amber filled with sorrow

And then my paws are slipping, claws screeching across stone

I lose my grip and then I fall

Spiraling, screaming, twisting

The darkness reaches to swallow me whole

Rocks rain down painfully

The world spins around me

And still I am falling, falling, falling…

The End

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Please review! Suggestions appreciated! Not all the cats have to have died, though :)