I was the RiverClan deputy when I died. Deputy of Leopardstar. I am a dark-gray tom with battle-scarred ears.

Who am I? I am Stonefur.

Tigerstar's seventh victim.

Well, I guess I can't really say I was the RiverClan deputy when I died. I was more along the lines of a "TigerClan prisoner".

And just because my parents were from different Clans!

I wasn't the only prisoner. My sister, Mistyfoot, her apprentice, Featherpaw, and my apprentice, Stormpaw were prisoners also. Once Tigerstar took over RiverClan and conjoined it with ShadowClan, making it "TigerClan", he had ripped me from my position as deputy and made me a prisoner.

He had ordered his warriors to bring me, Stompaw, and Featherpaw to the Bonehill, the huge pile of bones that he stood on to address his Clan. He had told me that I could prove my loyalty to TigerClan by killing the two apprentices.

I would never in nine lifetimes do such a horrible thing, not even for all the fish in the river. I gave the two gray apprentices and glance to tell them that they would be okay.

I refused to Tigerstar's command, and told him that he would have to kill me first. Of course, Tigerstar ordered Darkstripe, one of his most loyal warriors, to kill me.

Too arrogant to get his own claws dirty like he did in the past. How pathetic.

Part of me told myself that I would be okay, and that I would be able to defeat Darkstripe before he could kill me, though the rest of me said that it was obvious this would be my last battle.

But, weak as I was that day, I still fought. Not only out of defense for Stormpaw and Featherpaw, but also for my honor, and to prove that I my willpower was still as strong as it was before.

The two of us fought for what felt like forever. It was the hardest battle I had ever fought in my life. I was never so weak before, if I wasn't, I might have been able to live.

Growing impatient, Tigerstar ordered his deputy, Blackfoot, to finish me off. I tried to run, but Darkstripe pinned me down by my hindquaters. My heart pounded as Blackfoot loomed over me.

Horrible pain exploded through me as Blackfoot scored his claws across my throat. I looked past him for a second and thought that I could see the pale shapes of a bracken-colored tom and a blue-gray she-cat.

"Bluestar...Oakheart..." I rasped quietly before I slipped away into the darkness of death.

As everything slowly faded away, the outlines of Bluestar and Oakheart grew stronger and clearer. They purred welcomes to me, and their shining eyes were clouded with sympathy.

As I followed them to StarClan's hunting grounds, I was greeted by two cats that I had never seen before.

Or so I thought.

One was sandy-gay tom with a white flash on his chest and green eyes, named Thrushpelt, and the other was a pale-gray-and-white she-kit with blue eyes, named Mosskit.

Bluestar explained to me that she made the Clan believe that Thrushpelt was my father during my half-moon in ThunderClan, and that Mosskit was my sister who died before we had reached Oakheart at Sunningrocks.

I also met Snowfur, who was Bluestar's sister, and her parents, Moonflower and Stormtail. Not to mention Oakheart's parents, Shellheart and Lilystem.

Now Mistyfoot is Mistystar, the current leader of RiverClan, and I couldn't be happier for her. I don't give two mousetails that she has nine lives left to lose, I promise that I will fight by her side in the great battle, like we did in the old days.