MUST READ: MUST READ: MUST READ: MUST READ:

Incase you were confused about the improper warrior cats, like how Hollyleaf and Dustpelt died yet they're somehow alive in my story, I will offer you my explanation. Let's just say this is a different warrior cats dimension where I am not able to keep up with the current warrior books so in my dimension they will be gender bent, alive/dead bent and personality bent

Clearstar simply flattened her ears to let Bramblestar sail over her. Not wasting a second, she leapt up and hooked her claws into Bramblestar's soft stomach, causing him to yowl in pain and fury. He breathed heavily, glaring at Clearstar with hatred. He let out a battle cry, and leapt again.

"You'll pay for what you've done!" He screeched. Blood roared in his ears, fury blinding his vision. This time, half way through the leap, Bramblestar was hit heavily on the side. He snarled at the attacker, a small beige colored kit, Heatherstream. Bramblestar hesitated, unsure wether to hurt the kit or not. During the temporary daze, Heatherstream hissed loudly, and wrenched her claws into the leader's throat.

An easplitting screech filled the air, and Bramblestar slumped down on the ground. Mapleshade was horrified, as she witnessed it mid battle between Silverfrost, her own kit. Ignoring the burning pain in her leg, she limped over to Bramblestar, positioning herself in a position that would defend him at all costs.

Clearstar narrowed her eyes at Mapleshade. "Weak rogues like you should be exiled from the clans without question."

"Clearwing-"

"Clearstar," the menacing leader corrected. "The leader of ClearClan"

"Okay, Clearstar, let's make a deal." Mapleshade offered. Her exterior was calm and collected, as if she knew the answer to everything.

Clearstar narrowed her eyes, lashing her tail impatiently. "No. There'll be no bargains. You're tricking me, aren't you!" With a loud snarl, the lithe, white cat started charging at Mapleshade, however, the deputy was ready. She waited till the last second, and caught the sharp movement of Clearstar twisting to the left. Instantly, Mapleshade slipped under Clearstar while clawing her soft stomach.

Screeching with fury, the white cat twisted again, tearing away Mapleshade's claws, and bit down hard on her paw. With a gut wrenching scream, Clearstar snapped Mapleshade's paw in half.

Mapleshade was in a state of shock. She could feel the throbbing pain, she could hear the cruel, crunching sound of shattered bones, and she could see the paw hang limp, but there was nothing she could do. Clearstar immediately pinned Mapleshade down, a lingering grin of triumph and malice glued to her muzzle.

"I win!" Clearstar yowled, placing unsheathed claws over Mapleshade's throat.

"I-I still have a deal to make." Mapleshade gasped, forcing herself to speak through the exhaustion and pain. "Clearstar, will you reunite the clan if I let you become deputy?"

"I'm already leader, why would I want to be a pathetic deputy?" Clearstar snarled.

Mapleshade forced her eyes open, staring at Clearstar with a look of solemn trust. "No, you're the wrong leader. You should be the deputy, and then leader of ThunderClan. All you've ever wanted is to be a loyal warrior that could lead the cats you care about to safety, isn't that right, Clearkit? When you were just exploring camp for the first time, I saw it in your gaze. You wanted to be the fiercest warrior, all so that you could protect your beloved clan. Is it really that different now? I believe you, Clearkit, I believe that you'd make the best ThunderClan deputy."

Clearstar blinked her eyes. "Wha... I..." Looking away, Clearstar blinked away tears.

"You can do it, let's seal the deal." Mapleshade murmured, desperately trying to push away the darkness that was tugging at her to fall asleep.

Clearstar looked back at Mapleshade, and then the surrounding battle scene. "What have I done..." She whispered. "The thing I wanted most... You already said it all. I... I agree to your deal. ClearClan, fall to me!"

The menacing warriors surrounded Clearstar, the unconscious ThunderClan bodies laid at their blood soaked paws.

"The battle is off. Everyone, including the former ClearClan, is apart of ThunderClan." Clearstar announced, ignoring the confused murmurs. "I apologize for causing so many difficulties for ThunderClan. As Mapleshade and I agreed, I will be the deputy of ThunderClan as long as I reunite the clan. I want all of you to agree to the terms too. We're clan mates, not enemies."

Silverfrost was the first to join Clearwing by her side, quickly followed by Wolfclaw. However, the rest of the clan was doubtful and quizzical.

"I never agreed to this," came Bramblestar's hostile voice from behind. "The warrior code states that the leader's word is law. Mapleshade sealed the agreement, not me."

"With all due respect," Fallenclaw meowed, trying to hide his fury. "Mapleshade is dead because her last words were to help unite the clan. You can't destroy her legacy. She's dead!"

Clearwing immediately jerked her head to gaze at her former enemy with sorrow stricken eyes. Mapleshade's son was right, her sides weren't moving up and down from breathing. She was dead. Because of her. Clearwing scrunched her eyes shut after turning her head. How had she been so blind?!

Bramblestar observed the scene with ice cold eyes. "Alright. I will accept Malleshade's agreement under one condition. Clearwing, I need you to lose what you have left of your nine lives. You must be as vulnerable as any warrior here, with one life only, if you wish to become the deputy."

Alright, alright, I know I took a loooooong break from this story, and all my other stories, but I'm guessing I had writers block, for about a year. I think I'm back, possibly. And I also realize that this story has absolutely no plot... I may end this story soon. It doesn't follow the title "Solar Apocalypse" at all...

Oh well, I can promise that if I do start another story, it'll have a large plot that I'll hopefully follow. Although, the chapters might come out a bit later than a chapter per week. Good thing it's summer, though! Lots of time to write!