Moonlight shone down, onto the limp body of a queen, limp, in the middle of the clearing. Swiftfoot stood before her, staring at her dull amber eyes. He looked away, not being able to look her in the eyes anymore; knowing he had caused the death of the poor warrior.

Never again He bowed his head in grief, lying down beside her. He recognized Dustfur's scent as the tom lay down beside him. Swiftfoot stuck his muzzle into Specktail's cold fur, drinking in her sweet scent. He regretted not realizing that a cat had snuck into the camp.

He sighed, a tear rolling down his cheek. He let the blackness around his vision to claim him; slipping in a deep sleep.

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Swiftfoot awoke, quickly heaving himself to his paws. He saw Ravenpaw and Speckletail standing before him.

"Ravenpaw, Speckletail! I'm sorry I didn't protect you guys!" He gasped guiltily. Both of the StarClan cats nodded to him, but their starry gaze changed to deep wisdom.

"You were given another life for a reason." Speckletail mewed, staring into him; her voice serious.

"It is not your fault two of your clanmates joined the starry ranks of StarClan. It was destiny. Remember your prophecies, and do not grieve for us."Prophecies? I thought it was prophecy. What other one is there? The two starry cats were joined by many others, all the cats from different clans. Swiftfoot's eyes widened in awe and amazement as the StarClan warriors gathered around him.

He felt powerful, as if he drank all the stars. His muscles flexed, a jolt passing through his sleek body. Through the star pelted cats, Spottedleaf stepped toward him. Before she spoke, smoke filled the air. The stench of fire filled Swiftfoot's scent glands, blocking out everything else.

"Remember this, every waking moment. You are important to all the clans. Lead them to safety, protect them." She mewed, the words filled with wisdom.

Swiftfoot's consciousness faltered from the inhalation of smoke. He collapsed to the ground, the edges of his vision blackening. Before he fell into the black void, his last sight was the pleading gaze of Spottedleaf.

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Swiftfoot started awake, his muscles aching. He realized he was in the middle of the clearing, next to Specktail's cold body. Light was outlining her body, lighting up her spotted pelt.

Swiftfoot realized that the light was warm, very warm. He turned around to see blazing red erupting from out in the forest.

"Fire! Everyone out of camp!" Swiftfoot yowled the clan awake. He saw Bluestar sprint out of her den, her eyes wide with fear. Her mouth dropped with fear as the blazing, hungry, red flames ate up the forest.

"Everyone out of the dens! Help the queens elders first!" She ordered the warriors and apprentices that poured out of their nests. Dustfur, Sandstorm, Fireheart, Graystripe, Longtail and Mousefur got to work, splitting up into groups.

Swiftfoot looked as Tigerclaw watched, smirking at the struggling cats. He was brushed and pushed as cats fought to exit the camp. Tigerclaw disappeared, and so did Brightheart and Cloudtail. As the cats hurried out of camp, he heard Goldenflower yowl,

"Bramblekit is missing!" Her voice shook with fear and pleads. Swiftfoot hurried over, leaning into Goldenflower.

"I'll find him, you protect the other kits." He mewed soothingly to her. He looked around, making sure that all of the cats were gone. Fireheart was checking all the dens. Swiftfoot herded Goldenflower out of camp, away from the hot and hungry flames. He let her follow the others, while Swiftfoot went to look for Bramblekit.

He peered into the fire, seeing no sign of the kit. He sprinted into a clearing, hearing voices nearby. He recognized the squeaking of a kit's voice, and two low voices. He hid behind a bush, listening to the three cats.

"Now, Bramblekit, go with him. He will make you stronger, and he will make your life better." A familiar voice mewed. Swiftfoot growled, leaping out at the mysterious cats. Tigerclaw whipped around, his lips drawn back.

"Leave, if you don't want to die," He spat, guarding Bramblekit, who was shivering with fear. Swiftfoot looked behind his clanmate to see a rogue, glaring at him.

"Bramblekit, come here." Swiftfoot ordered. He saw out of the corner of his eye Bramblekit scamper under him.

"Bramblekit, run back to the clan, they are right before the ravine." He told the terrified kit, seeing him nod before sprinting off.

"What are you doing, Tigerclaw?" He demanded, spitting at him.

"Just getting rid of a useless kit," He replied coldly.

"He's your son! How could you do that to him?" He glared at the rogue behind him, feeling the heat getting closer and hotter by the heartbeat.

"I can do whatever I want!" he demanded, warding off the rogue. The stray cat scampered off, his fur seared by the fire. Swiftfoot growled at his clanmate. How could he do this? What is wrong with him?

"Leave, small kit, or I will tear you too shreds!" Swiftfoot saw Tigerclaw bunch his haunches. As he leapt, Swiftfoot saw it coming. He raked his claws down his belly, flipping him on his back.

Tigerclaw wriggled free, leaping for Swiftfoot. Swiftfoot hooked his claw in his cheek, before raking his scar on his muzzle. Tigerclaw hissed in annoyance, grabbing Swiftfoot by the scruff and throwing him against the ground.

Swiftfoot saw the fire form a circle around the two fighting cats. Swiftfoot pushed Tigerclaw off with his hind legs, quickly leaping to his paws; ready for the next attack. Tigerclaw's amber eyes were filled with rage. He leapt for Swiftfoot's throat.

This is just an experiment. I'm just seeing how this might turn out 030 Tell me if you guys want to see more of it! X3

Bluestar's POV

My clan is terrified, and they don't even have a stable leader; the deputy is nowhere to be found. I need to find is terrified, mumbling something about two cats. Bluestar padded over to Longtail.

"I'll be back, watch them." She mewed, before padding off back into the hot forest. She looked everywhere. She looked through the fire, hoping that they didn't get eaten by the hungry flames.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two black shapes in a ring of fire. One of the shapes leapt to the other. The cat reared up, defending them self. The other cat collapsed, its throat had been accidently slit by the other attacker out of defense.

The fire parted, revealing Tigerclaw limp on the ground; Swiftfoot standing above him. His eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Fire branches fell on either side of him. Bluestar got ready to leap to help, but realized that the flames didn't touch him. The flames grew bigger behind him, outlining his pelt to a red-golden color.

Bluestar gasped. Fire alone will save our clan