A/N And I'm updating this finally. Not much to say, this chapter is called Last Hope. Enjoy :)
"There are other ways, you know. You don't have to do this," A silver and black striped she-cat whispered to me as we walked through the forest.
It was dark out, darker than usual. I looked up and saw the sky covered with clouds. StarClan disapproves, they will learn, I thought to myself as the two of us continued to walk under leafless trees. I sighed and stopped, sitting down on the leaf-bare hardened ground.
"There is no other way, Snowstripe. My sister must die by my claws; she has gone crazy with power in ShadowClan. She must be stopped," I meowed.
"But Brambleclaw, father, you are older now. I worry for your health."
I shook my head and looked at my paws, "I am young enough to keep my position in ThunderClan, and I am young enough to take care of this problem that Tawnypelt has created. Go back to camp Snowstripe."
The she-cat shook her head and turned her amber gaze on me, "I will at least walk with you to the border, father."
I sighed and stood up, flicking my tail to tell her to follow me. We walked past the old Two-leg house, the mouse smell here was always strongest, even during leaf-bare. When Rowanclaw had died, my kin Tigerheart had been made deputy. His mother was so proud, so happy for her son, but she corrupted him. He started following her orders and not Blackstar's. Blackstar's death still went unexplained, but it wasn't Tigerheart's fault; no, it was his mother's, she fed the poor tom death berries.
I shook my head slowly, thinking about how terrible Tawnypelt had been treated when she first went to ShadowClan. She hadn't a friend in the world. When the chance arose to kill Blackstar for her son to succeed, I'm not surprised that she did. It saddened me to think that I would have to kill my own sister. But it was for the good of all the Clans.
Hopefully it would be simple enough; Dawnpelt would distract the warriors on guard and I would sneak into the camp and find Tawnypelt, and kill her. As we closed in on the ShadowClan border, I turned my head towards my kit.
"Go home now, Snowstripe. Find a good mate for yourself; defend your Clan as though it was your life. Be safe," I meowed. I rested my tail on her shoulder for a moment before I crossed the border into ShadowClan.
The trees gradually changed to the needled pines that ShadowClan cats held so dear. My paw steps became quieter as the ground became covered with pine needles. When I stood above the ShadowClan camp, I let out a soft owl call. I waited a moment and heard one come from the camp. I walked down the hill and went through the tunnel that was used as the main entrance.
I emerged from the tunnel and was hit by the strong stench of crow-food. ShadowClan really let this place get out of hand, I thought as I skirted the edge of the camp. I sniffed the air for Tawnypelt's scent and found it almost instantly. I followed it and found her asleep in a den all to herself. I quietly padded towards my sleeping sister.
"This is our last hope," I whispered.
Tawnypelt's ears twitched but otherwise she was still. I leapt onto her sleeping figure and clawed at her face and bit at her neck. She bled out onto the ground and soon I stood on a pile of limp fur. She hadn't made a sound the whole time. Maybe she expected it. I lay next to my sister and started cleaning her fur. Our last hope, I thought before closing my eyes, hoping to never awaken.