A/N: A random person, okay XD Should there be a scene of BloodClan at Hogwarts?
Sparkie, hahah XD
Bugeater padded along with B-Clan, feeling utterly conflicted.
If he took out Onestar, then he would cease to have ever existed, if he didn't, then WindClan would be doomed.
He still didn't understand how the whole thing was possible, because if he never existed- he shook his head, it hurt his head to think about it.
"No! I get to be leader of B-Clan!" Brokenstar spat.
On their journey, Brambleclaw had recruited more cats to join B-Clan, three of those cats that Bugeater could name off the top of his head, were Brokenstar, Blackstar, and Breezepelt.
"No, I do, your clan has always been a pile of dirt, while my clan has been awesome," Blackstar meowed.
"I was loved by all! You used to walk in Tigerstar's shadow, I think I'd make the best leader for B-Clan," Brokenstar growled, flexing his claws.
Brambleclaw turned his head to the two cats.
"Put your claws away, I founded B-Clan, so I'm the leader," he meowed.
"Okay," Blackstar sighed.
"Don't mess it up, I will give you advice if you need it," Brokenstar meowed.
"Thank you Brokenstar, but I think it is time that I choose a deputy," Brambleclaw meowed, stepping on top of a log.
"Who here has had an apprentice?" he meowed.
Brokenstar, Blackstar, Brambleclaw Jr, Baddadleg, Brackenfur, and Bittycloud all stepped forward.
"I currently have an apprentice," Breezepelt meowed.
"Okay, I was still training my apprentice when I became deputy, so I will pick you as deputy," Brambleclaw meowed.
Bugeater groaned, Breezepelt was the cat who kicked him into a tree, causing him to go into a coma for six moons, he didn't want him to be deputy!
"Is something wrong Bugeater?" Brackenfur asked.
"No, nothing's wrong," Bugeater sighed, he had more things to worry about, than who was deputy of B-Clan.
"Awesome! My mentor is deputy!" Boulderpaw cheered.
"Want to know something interesting?" an old grey cat asked, as he hobbled up to Boulderpaw.
"What's that?" Boulderpaw asked.
"My name is Boulder, what if you are the reincarnation of me?" the old grey cat meowed.
Every cat gasped.
Meanwhile, Brindleface and Birchfall were meowing behind Bugeater.
"Did you know that I'm your grandmother? Ferncloud was my daughter," Brindleface meowed.
"Ferncloud is my mother too!" Baddadleg exclaimed.
"Hmm, but you look nothing like her, I'm going to have to call shennanigans," Brindleface meowed.
"I have a father too you know, I look like him," Baddadleg sighed.
Bugeater suddenly heard a creaking sound, and he saw Mousewhisker on top of a giant oak tree.
"Everyone move!" Bugeater yowled, jumping out of the way, as the oak tree started to fall.
Unfortunately, they were too busy meowing to each other, so they didn't hear him.
Bugeater watched in horror as the tree crushed them all.
"Is it just me, or did ThunderClan shrink all of the suddenly?" Graystripe meowed.
"Maybe they're all still out on patrol," Lionblaze shrugged.
"For half a moon?" Graystripe asked, looking confused.
Firestar padded over to them.
"This isn't the first time that a few of our warriors have disappeared without explaination, StarClan has probably called them for another quest."
Just then, Mousewhisker and Bugeater came racing into the camp.
"Brambleclaw, Brightheart, Birchfall, Bumblepaw, Blossompaw, Briarpaw, Thornclaw, Spiderleg, and about a dozen other cats are all dead! It's all my fault!" Mousewhisker yowled.
"Omfg nooo! My kits!" Greystripe wailed, he ran off to where Leafpool was reading poetry in a corner.
"Leafpool, can you use some herbs to mix me up some black fur dye?" he meowed.
She looked up at him with her empty amber eyes.
"I'm not the medicine cat anymore."
"So? You still know how to do it right? I need to express the darkness of my soul!"
"Your soul could never be as dark as mine, my kits hate me, I lost my job, no one loves me, life is pain, cruel miserable pain."
"I just found out that my kits were crushed by a tree!"
"Fine," Leafpool sighed, "I'll go mix up some black fur dye."
She padded to the medicine cat's den, to see Jayfeather in there pressing cobwebs onto Squirrelflight's wound.
"Brambleclaw is dead!" she wailed, "and Shrewpaw is with Whitewing, so we can't be together, oh, life is miserable!" she turned to Leafpool.
"Can you mix up some black fur dye?"
"I was just doing that," Leafpool sighed. An idea then hit her, what if she formed a clan for cats like her? Cats who liked to dye their fur black, and sit in dark corners reading depressing poetry?
"Listen up Squirrelflight and Graystripe," Leafpool whispered, "I'm useless here, so I'm going to form my own clan called EmoClan, for cats just like us."
"Can I join?" Ashfur meowed, jumping out of one of the nests in the medicine cat's den.
Every cat screamed, they hadn't even noticed he was there!
"Yeah, you're a great cat who would never try to harm another cat in your clan," Graystripe meowed.
Leafpool and Squirrelflight exchanged glances.
"Fine, you can join, but you must dye your fur black," Leafpool told Ashfur.
"I was already planning on it," Ashfur meowed.
"Should we invite Crowfeather? He's like the queen of emos," Squirrelflight meowed.
"I don't know."
Leafpool thought about it, Crowfeather hated her, and he probably wouldn't join, but Squirrelflight was right, he was the ultimate emo, she knew that he was the missing link that EmoClan needed, and maybe, if they spent more time together, he wouldn't hate her anymore.
"Okay," she meowed, "he can join, we will go ask him after you, Graystripe, and Ashfur all dye your pelts black."
She then started mixing up herbs to create the fur dye, she hoped that she was making the right choice in asking Crowfeather to join.