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What if... Graystripe never met Millie? Think about how many cats would'nt ever be born, too.

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What if... Graystripe never met Millie?

Greystripe stalked the borders of the two legged den. Limping as he walked. One grey leg was dragging behind him. Favoring the other back grey leg. Occasionally a sharp burst of pain would erupt through his back right leg forcing him to stop walking. His head low and collar dragging across the wet ground. Grass brushing against his pelt, smearing it with streaks of green. "I will never escape." He thought. The last time he tried he got attacked by a group of strong kitty pets. Miraculously he escaped and ran out on a Thunderpath trying to escape the pursuing cats. The result was horrible. He ended up one his leg broken, beyond repair and the other injured really badly and hardly healing. "There's no point in trying to escape when I don't even know the way home." He thought sadly. One of the many things he hated to admit. It had been 12 moons now since the two leggeds caught him. Multiple times he had considered giving up on life but he knew he could never do it. It was an act of cowardice, an act not made by a warrior. But now 12 moons later he was hearing talk about this kittypet named Millie and how she used to adventure into the forest's. "My goal would be to find her but I could never make such a journey." Greystripe knew that the thought was pathetic but it was true. He would never be able to go back to Thunderclan, and when or if he did he would never be deputy again. His leg was gone and by now Firestar would have chosen a new one. He padded forward and collapsed with a painful screech. To much pain, physically and mentally. "Silverstream...where are you. Just take me to Starclan already." He pleaded. No response, just as he had guessed. He slowly got back to his paws and carefully limped through the grass and into the two legged den. The oldest two legged looked at him with sympathy and picked him up. Fighting was no longer an answer, as much as he hated to admit it he had to let the two legs help him. Millie was the only word he kept repeating through his mind, if only he had known about her sooner.

In the end Greystripe never met Millie. He died only after 2 years of living as a kittypet. All the kittypets though, those who met him and heard his stories about the clans and those who did not, all believe one thing. He died from a broken heart.


Greystripe: Gosh I'm all teary now.

Dawnpetal: Greystripe its just a story!

Millie: Look what you done! I hoped your ashamed of yourself! He's crying now!

Blossomfall: Dad your embarrassing us.

Jayfeather: Scourge you owe me big time! I told you he would cry.

Scourge: Dawnpetal stop favoring Jayfeather and let me win something for once

Dawnpetal: Maybe. Maybe next time

Jayfeather: ;( *sigh* remember to R&R&R

Scourge: And as always thanks for reading