What would happen if Snowfur had escaped her death by a monster? Would she realize her mistakes and listen to her sister? Would she finally kick Thistleclaw to the curb? Find out in this AU.
Chapter 1: The Narrow Escape
Bluefur stared at her sister, and looked somewhat dumbfounded.
"What?" Snowfur demanded, her eyes flashing with anger. Don't look at me like that! I'm in love!
"How can you be such a mouse-brain!" Bluefur snarled, her lips pulled back. "Thistleclaw will destroy the clans! A-and your heart!" She was beginning to look desperate now as her clear pooly blue eyes sparkled with distress. "I'm worried Snowfur. About you and the clan."
"Thistleclaw would never hurt me or his clan!" The white she-cat hissed.
Her mind shifted to Whitekit. We should get back. She sat up against the buffeting wind in her fur. Just then a scent touched her nose glands.
Invaders! Now it wasn't just the wind ruffling her fur. It was standing on edge as she smelled the disgusting other clan.
"Let's get them!" She screeched, chasing the cats over the border where the thunderpath lay.
"Snowfur!" Bluefur screeched just in time for her to narrowly escape the monster as it roared by.
The white she-cats fur was standing on end as she padded over to her sister, her eyes wide with shock.
"You're okay," The blue she-cat soothed, licking her head as she guided her back to camp, her tail wrapped around her sister's.
As they came into camp Thistleclaw came over, his tail lashing both angrily, and because he was worried.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he licked Snowfur's head briskly like a mother licking her kit. The she-cats fur was still fluffed as she headed to the nursery.
I don't know what Whitekit would have done without me. Snowfur thought as she nuzzled her son. The shock still remained in her body as she settled down and closed her eyes, ready to forget this dreadful day.