He was born to Brindleface and Whitestorm, with a sister in Fernkit, a dappled gray she-kit with pretty green eyes.
He felt exhilarated when he was made an apprentice, given a mentor in the grumpy but commendable young warrior Dustpelt.
He felt enveloped in grief when Brindleface was slain by Tigerstar, left for the dogs, and was determined when he and Fernpaw wanted to participate in the trap for the dogs.
He felt somewhat tranquil when the plan worked, and knew that him participating had made a difference, and had been worth it. He knew from the moment he saw the respect in Fireheart's eyes.
He felt knowing but amused when he noticed how Dustpelt was his mentor, but seemed to glance at Fernpaw a whole lot more.
He felt proud when he was made a warrior, along with his newly-named sister, Ferncloud. He didn't miss how she beelined straight for Dustpelt after the ceremony was over.
He felt so happy when Ferncloud announced she was having Dustpelt's kits, and worried over her because she was still so young for that.
He felt a little flippy sensation in his stomach, when he noticed the fiery ginger apprentice Squirrelpaw, who was one of Firestar and Sandstorm's daughter.
Squirrelpaw was feisty, humorous, brave, and excited and he loved all that, and loved the way her bright green eyes never seemed to lose the light in them.
He was heartbroken when Squirrelflight basically led him on, and then ditched him for Brambleclaw, as if what he felt didn't matter. As if he wasn't important.
He led Firestar towards the fox trap, and wanted Brambleclaw to join the dark side. He wanted to see the light in Squirrelflight's eyes gone, but was a little sad that the plan failed.
Oh well. He had more ideas.
He was disgusted when Squirrelflight came home with Brambleclaw's 3 kits, but started distinguishing things that were odd about them. Their fur color, eyes, and their figure didn't seem to match much. Huh.
He wasn't sure what to think when one of their sons, Lionkit, was made his apprentice but vowed to train him well either way. Birchfall, his previous apprentice, had turned out fine.
He was gleeful when he figured out the secret behind Brambleclaw, Squirrelflight, and their 3 kits. Or should he say 'supposed' 3 kits?..
He cornered Squirrelflight, Lionblaze, Jayfeather, and Hollyleaf and threatened to kill them, otherwise exposing their secret. If you can't kill them, might as well torture them. He had to take his anger out somewhere.
He didn't notice the burning rage flowing in Hollyleaf's dark green eyes at the time. He wished he had.
He felt pain, anger, and regret as he died. Pain because of Hollyleaf's claws tearing at his throat and him drowning. Anger because she did the exact same thing she killed him for right after, exposing the secret. He wasn't important again, just a toy. And regret, because he could've hurt them so much more. So much more.
He felt grateful when Yellowfang stood up for him, allowing him to enter Starclan. After all, he only loved too much, didn't he?
He was the first one to welcome Ferncloud into Starclan.
He is Ashfur.
Afternote : He wasn't done yet though. Revenge is the sweetest medicine. After all, good things only come to those who wait. And he had waited quite enough. Now it was his turn.
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Thank you so much for reading! Let me know your thoughts down below in the comments! And heyyy this is the last chapter of 'An Open Book' for a while now. Don't worry, it's not done and it will update but what's coming next is my rewrite + occasional updates! - White_Winter