The Return of the Greatest Heroes Chapter 35
Hey, early update, I know. I just was incredibly like: I need to write something! Also, list of reborns:
Ashstar
Jayfeather
Firepaw
Silverpaw
Sandpaw
Dustpaw
Ravenpaw
Hollypaw
Oakpaw
Whitepaw
Graypaw
Bluepaw
Yellowpaw
Cloudtail
Tallpaw
Leafpaw
Crowpaw
Mapleshade
Tigerclaw
Hawkfrost
Thistleclaw
Brokentail
Moonkit (Half Moon)
Squirrelkit
Bramblekit
Tawnykit
Breezepelt
Littlepaw (Scourge)
Stormkit
Mudkit
Featherpaw
Brookpaw
Lionpaw
Dovepaw
Ivypaw
I own nothing!
Tears stung Mapleshade's eyes. Again. It happened again. Why did it have to always end like this? She'll become a rogue, and then, she'll die...
The other Dark Forest reborns were glaring at her. Great, she thought, Another enemy to deal with.
Silently, she turned around and fled the camp.
Her paws raced against the cold pine needles under her feet. Cold like her heart. Cold like her soul. Cold like the world around her. Cold...everything. It was true, her life was tragic; never finding one to love, never dying in a clan...Everything.
And it hurt.
It hurt a lot.
Like a thousand thorn-sharp claws piercing her pelt.
The agony.
The pain.
The lonliness.
It was so welcoming.
Mapleshade accepted it.
She raced to ThunderClan.
LINE BREAK
"Where were you?" Whitepaw spied Mapleshade.
"I had to take a detour." Mapleshade brightened up immediatly.
That was when a screech filled the hollow.
"Sandpaw!" this was Firepaw. In blind-rage, he pushed his way through oncoming BloodClan cats.
"Where's ShadowClan?" the white apprentice asked as they raced to battle.
"They aren't coming, and I'm exiled. Again." she whispered the last part.
"I'm sure Ashstar will welcome you as a hero," Whitepaw batted one BloodClan she-cat away.
"If we live through this,"
"Don't be so pessimistic!" the apprentice chastised.
"Still..." Mapleshade focused on her attacks.
LINE BREAK
"Sandpaw! Sandpaw! Wake up, Sandpaw!" the battle raged around Firepaw's broken heart. "Sandpaw, don't leave.
"Firepaw..."
"What? What is it?" the ginger apprentice looked at her hopefully.
"Behind you..." Sandpaw closed her eyes.
Firepaw whirled around to face a cat that smelled like RiverClan. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question!" it was Littlepaw.
"As if," Firepaw scoffed.
"Look," Littlepaw looked around. "Your mate's dying and you are arguing with your former brother. What would father say about that?"
Let's just say he recieved a glare.
"Can you help me get Sandpaw to Brackenfall and Yellowpaw?" the ginger tom inquired.
"I could..."
"May you?"
"That's better,"
"What happened?" Yellowpaw questioned right after they arrived.
"BloodClan warrior. Strong strike to the belly," Firepaw collapsed beside his mate.
"You need to go help," Brackenfall advised the younger tom.
"Fine," the two apprentices joined the fight...
...Until it all came to a shocking hault.
You know the drill!