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Today: What if Sasha joined ShadowClan, staying mates with Tigerstar?
Next: What if Jake accepted Tallstar's offer to join WindClan?
Sasha knew there was no doubt about it; she truly did love Tigerstar. And she knew now that she wouldn't leave him for anything.
She gazed into his deep, handsome amber eyes and purred, "Yes, of course. I will join ShadowClan." Sasha leaned into him, breathing in his musky scent.
"Wonderful," Tigerstar meowed, nuzzling her but nothing more than that. He stepped back and narrowed his eyes at her.
"What?" she mewed.
"No... I was just wondering what Clan name I should give you. Maybe-"
Sasha blinked. "Wait... couldn't I keep my current name? My old owner gave me it and-"
"No," Tigerstar repeated firmly but gently so as not to hurt her. "To be a true warrior, you must have a true warrior name. You want to feel part of the Clan, don't you?"
She lowered her head. "Of course I do."
"Then your name will be Lightpelt," Tigerstar decided. "I won't do a ceremony or anything. The cats will accept you or have my claws in their face."
Tigerstar then turned and led her back to camp. Once his back was to her, Sasha- no, Lightpelt- shuddered. She was glad he was so willing to protect her from others, but he did it in such a fierce and harsh way, that it made her wonder if she had made a mistake.
o3o
"Come on Lightpelt, you're almost there!" Runningnose encouraged. He winced as the third stick splintered under Lightpelt's jaws. The final kit slid into the moss, and the medicine cat nipped open its sac, licking it and guiding it to its mother's belly. "Three healthy kits: two toms and a she-cat," Runningnose announced proudly. Then he stepped back, blinking as Tigerstar shoved his way into the nursery.
He loomed over his mate and kits, his purr louder than all the prey in the forest. His enormous shadow covered Lightpelt and the newborns in complete shade. Lightpelt was very exhausted, but was willing to name the kits right then at his demand.
Tigerstar opened his mouth, eyes shining as he gazed at the biggest kit, the first-born dark brown tabby. "I just look at him and think-"
"Hawkkit," Lightpelt whispered. Her tail-tip touched the golden tabby she-kit. "Mothkit."
"And-" Tigerstar tried again, but it was no use. His mate already had a name for the final kit, a tiny black tom, too.
"Tadpolekit."
"That's a mouthful," Tigerstar growled. "But I like it. Fine job, Lightpelt. You make me the happiest tom in all the Clans." Even though he said something sweet, it sounded stony and robotic.
Lightpelt only nodded before drifting off to sleep.
o3o
Once Tigerstar's real plans were revealed, Lightpelt realized she had made a mistake. She wanted no part of this. Teaming up with rogues? And another Clan? To form TigerClan, of course. That was the only thing not surprising.
Hawkpaw and Tadpolepaw were flourishing as apprentices, but Mothpaw seemed unhappy as a warrior apprentice. She had asked to be a medicine cat, but her father had refused to let her, saying they needed strong cats, and that "as long as they had a medicine cat that wasn't sickly, they were fine". Lightpelt secretly hated this, but she had no power over him. It was amazing he hadn't clawed her for naming all their kits.
Sure enough, in the battle with BloodClan, Lightpelt watched in disinterest as Tigerstar was taken down by that nasty little twerp Scourge once and for all. Just like that, all nine lives bled out of her mate. He was a terrible cat anyway, Lightpelt thought bitterly, but with each passing day, as murmurs of sympathy were thrown at her as if she was a feline dartboard, she felt herself miss Tigerstar more and more.
Her kits, their sons especially, were depressed. Mothpaw seemed silent like Lightpelt. Just getting through the grief with few words.
o3o
Moons passed. The kits got their warrior names: Hawktalon, Mothfur, and Tadpolesplash. The Clans traveled to the lake, and Lightpelt trudged along with her kits.
After a long while, Lightpelt was hunting. She padded onto the Thunderpath, and noticed a light. She slowly looked up, and saw the glowing eyes of a huge monster heading straight for her. She didn't move; she just stared. Then she was thrown across the road.
Mothfur found her the next day heading a patrol and become very upset. Hawktalon and Tadpolesplash were sad, too, and the kits didn't live a very happy life after that. They never had kits of their own, and eventually died off one at a time.
o3o
So, if Sasha had joined ShadowClan...
-She would've become Lightpelt
-Tadpole would have lived
-Their kits would have been Hawktalon, Mothfur, and Tadpolesplash; not Hawkfrost, Mothwing, and Tadpole (dead)
-Mothfur would have been a warrior, not a medicine cat, but still wished she could've been a medicine cat
-After Tigerstar's death, they all would've been generally unhappy
What did you think? I'm excited about the one tomorrow. Are these getting boring at all? I know they're one-shots, but they seem short to me. Could I have added more? Please let me know all you think.
-Mossy