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Last Hope
When Fierceclaw had been killed by Darkblaze, every cat was shocked.
We all knew that Darkblaze was strong, but not this strong! Fierceclaw was part of the prophecy! Darkblaze should not have been able to beat him!
Ah, but that he did…. and now, we're all despairing. We fought because we thought we were going to win—instead, we lost part of our territory!!!
"It's not fair!" I complained to Redfire.
"Life isn't fair," the elder grumped. "Usually, when you need to win, you lose. When you think you'll catch that piece of prey, you'll lose it. When you think she loves you, she doesn't. When you think one of your best warriors is invincible, he dies anyway. Life. Isn't. Fair."
"But I wish it was!" I whimpered. "Fierceclaw was my father!"
"You'll get over it," Dawnflower, another elder reassured me. "Don't mind Redfire. He's just an old grump.
"Hey…. what did you call me?!?!" Redfire yowled.
"An old grump." Dawnflower shrugged. "That's what you are."
"No!" Redfire insisted. "I ain't no old grump!"
Dawnflower just shrugged again. "Well, fine. Suit yourself."
I walked out of the elders' den, feeling lonely and depressed. Father isn't here to praise me anymore….
****
As the season wore on, ShadowClan began to challenge us even more. We kept losing territory. ShadowClan was only pressuring us because they knew that they had stronger warriors than we did, and that they could take our land.
Cats were dying with every new fight, and I always came home from either hunting or patrolling injured.
Recently, ShadowClan took a kit, Applekit, as a hostage. They clawed her viciously and tortured her for seven days, and then gave her back to us, badly injured and on the brink of death.
Seriously, sometimes I don't know why we even go on; it's so bad.
****
One morning, after a particularly vicious battle in which I had been mortally wounded, I began to die.
"Please, Rosepaw; wake up!" my mother, Petalgaze, begged me. But I could not get up. I lay in the nest in the medicine cats' den, the life slowly bleeding out of me.
Then, one morning, I woke up especially early. I knew I was going to die. But, before I did, I heard Petalgaze and the medicine cat, Firepool, whispering to each other.
"Rosepaw was also in the prophecy," Firepool whispered, looking at me desperately. "She is a really good fighter; she wasn't supposed to die. But now, she's dying; and all because of ShadowClan and the rogues they've appointed to help them. She was our last chance. Now, we're screwed. And it's all ShadowClan's fault."
I began to breathe harder, panting. I was dying now, I knew. There was nothing to stop it this time.
I was ThunderClan's last hope. And I blew it, was my last thought.