Yup! As I predicted, I'm getting tons of hate.

No, I'm not a huge Ashfur fan. I used to like him more in the past, but he's not my favorite. By far. I actually like Hollyleaf more than Ashfur, although she was not in the right for murdering him.

Go ahead and hate. Doesn't change the fact that Brambleclaw gets to do everything, become a leader, suffer from a dark past, have a "stigmatized" pelt color and pattern, get an excessive amount of pagetime compared to other characters, and stay deputy even when the real deputy came back, as well as being based off a real cat (which could mean he's a friend-insertion for Cherith.)

In fact, I took three Warriors Mary Sue tests, and he scored a 32, a 52, and a 24 on each of them, putting him well into each's Gary Stu/Mary Sue category.

Brambleclaw lifted his head, watching the sun slowly rise over the mountains. It was good to be away from Squirrelpaw and the other obnoxious travellers; alone time was something he took pride in. The brown tabby's amber gaze scanned over the rocky terrain, warm wisps of early sunlight cast over it. Leafy green undergrowth tugged at his neat brown paws, and he felt the urge to run. His ethereal whiskers twitched slightly as he flicked his tail warmly, waiting to be disturbed by Crowpaw, Stormfur, or perhaps Tawnypelt whining about something trivial.

Brambleclaw took on his urge to run, his long claws scraping the lush ground as he did. Boulders and stones lined the edges of the meadow-like cliff sloppily, and Brambleclaw hopped onto one of them. Something moved beneath him, and the dark tabby felt a burst of pain in his right paw. A small tan snake slithered back into a crack in the rocks.

"Brambleclaw!" shouted Stormfur. "What happened to your paw?" he meowed, his orange gaze meeting the brown tom's amber.

Brambleclaw shook slightly, his vision blurry. "Snake bite." he wheezed. His paw hurt, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. His throat filled with blood, and his vision grew darker. The tabby collapsed on the rocks.