EF: Thanx for sticking with me!!! Now, I would really appreciate it if all my dedicated readers out there to give me more ideas!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Warriors.
This will be um…how bout this? This one AshSquirellBramble and at the bottom of the page will be a list of ideas for Firestar and you shall vote for which one you want! Okay, bold will be Ashfur, italic will be Squirrellflight and underlined will be Brambleclaw!
A grey tom sat in the shadows, watching a cat, admiring the way her muscles rippled underneath her ginger pelt. Yet she liked Brambleclaw, Tigerstar's son, Mr. Perfect, who would, no doubt turn out just like him.
Oh, Squirrellflight, he thought. He will just bring you heart-ache, but I, I wont!
"Ashfur," a meow said behind him.
Ashfur turned, to come face-to-face with Brambleclaw, the tom he hated, and standing behind him was Squirrellflight, her green eyes sparkling with warmth as she gazed at the tabby warrior.
"Ashfur, do you want to come on a hunting trip with us?" She asked.
"Thank you, but I was just about to go train Birchpaw," he meowed curtly, then rose to his paws and stalked off, ignoring the cramps that clutched at them.
A blow to the side of Ashfur's head sent his mind spinning. He slid out from under his paws and across the training hollow. As soon as he regained his vision, he saw his apprentice walking over with concern in his eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, Ashfur, I didn't mean it!" Birchpaw stammered.
"Its OK, Birchpaw, I guess I'm a little distracted today. Why don't you go hunt, for the afternoon?" he suggested, wanting some time alone.
"Okay, Ashfur!"
As his apprentice walked off, Ashfur's thoughts once again drifted to Squirrellflight. Someday, you will be mine, not Brambleclaw's! He vowed angrily.
"Would you be angry if I were this close to Tawnypelt?!" Brambleclaw growled.
"No!" Squirrellflight knew what he was getting at, but she didn't want to know.
"Hawkfrost is my kin! I should look out for him, like you and Leafpool!"
He hissed.
"Well, just don't do it around me!" she spat, then turned away and stalked into the ever-growing darkness, Brambleclaw's amber gaze following her.
As soon as Squirrellflight was out of sight, she collapsed onto the grass and cried, her heart being torn apart by claws of loss and pain.
Why, why does Hawkfrost have to be Brambleclaw's kin?! She thought angrily.
"Squirrellflight?" a voice reached her ears.
Squirrellflight turned and saw Ashfur.
"What did that mangy fur ball do this time?!" he hissed, eyes narrowed into slits.
"I love him," was the answer, and Ashfur's eyes widened in disbelief and confusion until she thought they would pop out of his head.
"Ashfur, Ashfur where are you?!" Squirrellflight screamed over the sound of screeching, clawing cats fighting the invading badgers.
Please, please let him not be dead, she prayed desperately to StarClan to let him live.
She made her way through the bodies and saw a tom fighting a badger, his grey pelt torn and worn-out.
"ASFUR!" she yowled and threw herself into battle beside the grey warrior.
The fighting ceased, and the badgers were slowly forced out of camp. Squirrellflight stood, sides heaving, and surveyed the camp. She saw Leafpool rushing around, checking the cats' injuries. Brackenfur was just pushing his way into the nursery and Rainwhisker was bent over the motionless body of another cat. Then she spotted the large shoulders and dark tabby pelt of Brambleclaw and instinctively her fur bristled and her teeth bore. He was cleaning up his wounds. Alone. Seeing him so lonely and sad stirred a mixture of feelings inside her heart. One of them, Squirrellflight realized, was love.
Brambleclaw listened, rooted to the ground in horror, to a conversation outside the Warriors Den.
"But I love you!" a voice protested, and the dark tabby knew at once that it was Ashfur who had spoken. His hate for the grey warrior boiled inside him, and he thought he would burst. What had Ashfur done for Squirrellflight? Nothing! Had he went on the journey with her and taken care of her for all those moons? No, just rushed in for the taking as soon as they got into a fight!
The other warriors were starting to stir, and Brambleclaw, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, went to push his way out of the den, and heard;
"I'm sorry, Ashfur, but StarClan destined for Brambleclaw and I to be together, Leafpool even had an omen sent to her about us."
Brambleclaw's eyes widened in astonishment. Leafpool had received an omen about them destined to be together?!
Quickly he shrugged it off and emerged into the daylight. His face was immediately burned by it's rays and he closed his eyes, feeling it fry against his eyelids.
"Hey, Brambleclaw!" Squirrellflight mewed cheerfully as Brambleclaw approached. Ashfur threw him a filthy glare and Brambleclaw knew that the grey warrior was going to make it harder for him then it already was.
"Well, I can!" a single tom rose from the gathered cats and snarled at his leader, challenging him. "Does any cat find it interesting that Leafpool, being Squirrellflight's sister, is receiving signs from StarClan about Squirrellflight's mate?!"
Both sisters glared at him and Firestar, the leader and father of the two, had to control himself from doing the same, but still he remained defiant.
Suddenly he realized the mistake he'd made; Squirrellflight now hated him more then ever.
As the ginger she-cat spread the news of her soon-to-be born kits, Ashfur couldn't bear it anymore. He stalked right up to her and snarled.
"I love you, I love you with all my heart, and I know there isn't another she-cat in this clan who comes close to you, yet you love Tigerstar's son! And he'll turn out just like his father, don't you worry, and you'll be left heart-broken! Until then, I hope that mangy furball loves you as much as I do!"
Then he turned away and walked right out of camp, up to the wet banks of the lake.
"Ashfur, Ashfur wait!" Squirrellflight called.
"Goodbye, Squirrellflight, my love," he snarled then leapt into the clear water, cringing from the icy shock that it sent up his spine.
Ashfur opened his jaws, drawing in mouthfuls of water, chocking him. One word reached his ears through the crashing of waves above, and it was.
"ASHFUR, NO!"
EF: DUN DUN DUN! I'm actually glad I killed Ashfur off, I HATE him, and I felt so sorry for poor Brambles in Starlight and Twilight. PLZ R&R! wait, u must've already read it to be reading this part, so I guess it's just plz review!
