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Brambleclaw ambled out of the Thunderclan camp thinking about Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Hollyleaf, Jayfeather, Lionblaze, and himself. They were all outcasts of Thunderclan. Brambleclaw was less of an outcast because he was the one wronged. But not by much.

Brambleclaw eventually padded towards the boundary between Thunderclan and Riverclan. He sat by the river swishing his tail. He suddenly felt very tired and old. He contemplated asking Firestar if he could become an elder. Brambleclaw twitched his whiskers as he thought about screaming orders at new apprentices.

Brambleclaw then turned to think about more serious matters and sighed.

What did I ever do wrong?

Apparently a lot, because Starclan seemed to punish him as much as possible. He sighed again. His massive shoulders slumped. He thought about his life.

Kithood: Fun, noticing cats looking at you weirdly, but fun.

Apprenticehood: Sadness and anger that ever thought you were another Tigerstar because you were his son and looked like him.

Warriorship: Exhilerating for a while. Then the trip to find a new home made you a hero, for a while.

Deputyship: Pride, but then cats started to whisper you were going to kill Firestar and take leadership. And it almost happened. But I killed Hawkfrost instead.

Now: Just weary, and angry too. Why should I keep going on? The Clan is dying. I should step down.

Suddenly, a voice that Brambleclaw knew instantly hissed, "I'll help you step down." A long, shiny claw stabbed into Brambleclaw's throat and cut from left to right, slitting his throat and caused Brambleclaw to bleed out. As he collapsed on the ground he looked at his killer and gasped. Or tried to. It came out more of a gurgle of blood.

Brambleclaw managed one last word. "Why?" he whispered.

Remorseless eyes stared at him. How could he ever have thought those eyes were pretty? Long, white teeth were bared into a grin as the cat said, "You will see in Starclan." Then Brambleclaw's vision went dark.

When he woke, he was in what he knew to be Starclan. His mother Goldenflower and Bluestar were sitting just a few fox-lengths away. "Come."

"I must get revenge!" Brambleclaw exclaimed.

"Do not worry." Bluestar said soothingly. "The one you believe is the most incapable will avenge you and all the other cats' lives that monster has destroyed."

So a little unwillingly, Brambleclaw went.

"Where's that good-for-nothing little deputy of ours?" Foxleap asked, more than a little bit angry.

"Probably shirking his duties once more." Mousefur snapped. "Now let me sleep."

Jayfeather heard everything as he padded into the medicine den with thyme in his mouth and came out going towards Firestar's den. At the mouth he stopped.

"Please Graystripe."

"Firestar, I said no and I mean it."

"I can tell Brambleclaw wants to step down, and I don't blame him. But I need another deputy. The only cat I can really trust is you."

"Firestar, I've been deputy once. I was younger. I had goals. Now, I'm old. I just want to live with Millie, get old and fat and order apprentices around. Not make hunting patrols. Please, just choose Brackenfur or someone."

Jayfeather heard an audible sigh before Firestar replied. "All right, if you really don't want to be deputy, I won't force you. Jayfeather decided that was the time to enter. "Hello Firestar. Hello Graystripe."

"Hello Jayfeather." They said at exactly the same time.

"Firestar, do you mind if I talk to you alone?"

"Sure." Firestar replied. "Thank you Graystripe." Graystripe dipped his head (Jayfeather couldn't see that but felt it) and left. Firestar turned towards Jayfeather. "So what do you need?"

"I think Brambleclaw is in trouble. Just a feeling. Could you send a patrol to look for him." Jayfeather turned around then suddenly remembered something and turned back. "Without Foxleap."

Firestar nodded with a puzzled look but only said, "Thank you for voicing your concerns Jayfeather. I'll send a patrol out right away. Without Foxleap."

Jayfeather nodded and walked away towards the medicine den not knowing the killer had heard everything.

Hmmm. Jayfeather seems to know about it. Maybe he should go. Yes. The Clan would fall into more disarray as well. After Jayfeather, perhaps I should move onto a different clan. Yes. Shadowclan. I'll show those arrogant little foxhearts what true fear is.

Firestar, with Graystripe and Brackenfur set out to look for Brambleclaw. Brackenfur spoke up. "Well, he did say he was going to take a walk by the river and come back soon, so maybe he's by the river."

"Alright, let's try it."

The three cats walked towards the river. Soon, Graystripe found his scent and they easily followed it for a while. Suddenly, Firestar's hackles went up as he sniffed the air. "Blood." Firestar growled. "Let's go."

Soon they reached the river and Brambleclaw's lifeless body. His throat had been cut and his face was frozen into a mask of disbelief and anger. Firestar growled angrily. "He knew the cat who killed him."

"I agree." Brackenfur replied just as angrily. Graystripe looked at Brambleclaw sadly before lifting Brambleclaw with the help of Firestar and Brackenfur and trudged back towards the camp.

Jayfeather was sorting herbs when he felt Firestar, Brackenfur, and Graystripe coming back with the scent of blood and death. Great. Another cat died. Who is this sick, twisted killer?

Then, Jayfeather recoiled in horror. The cat that was slumped between Firestar, Graystripe, and Brackenfur was, was, Brambleclaw! Suddenly, he heard an earsplitting yowl of grief as Squirrelflight came running from the forest and rammed into Firestar, sending him sprawling.

"Oh Brambleclaw. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Squirrelflight repeated over and over again.

After the burial Jayfeather, Lionblaze, Squirrelflight and a few other cats were laying in vigil. Jayfeather's mind was bleak with despair.

What's happening to the Clan? Why is everyone dying? That was the third death in as many days.

Squirrelflight lay beside him sobbing and Lionblaze lay with his head on his paws with a glassy look in his eyes. Thyme for shock he thought dully. Like that's going to help.

Yes. The clan is definitely scared. Very scared. This was much easier than I thought. Especially with that pesky annoyance called guilt. Now for Shadowclan.

Bluestar watched sadly as the events unfolded. Yet she put all her trust into one cat, who would save the forest.

Oh yes. If you can Correctly guess the killer, I will give you a cookie, cup noodles, reviews, Warriordude plushie and a pm telling you you won! Good Luck. And don't shout it out if you guess it correctly or i will be very, very mad.