What could I do?
Ashfur would have revealed that we weren't Squirrelflight's kits, maybe not even Clanborn at all, at the Gathering!
I couldn't have that happen.
So I killed him.
It was so, so easy, to lure him out into the stream. Slice his throat with a slash of claws. And wedge him behind a rock in the water, so all scent would be erased.
So, so easy.
But what could I do?
I cared about the warrior code. I would die for it.
It was too important for words; without it, we would all be chaotic rogues.
The warrior code could not be broken.
It was the most important thing in my life, even more so than Lionblaze and Jayfeather.
If it was broken, I was broken.
What could I do?
A/N: This was a rather interesting fic to write. I don't think she even realizes the extent to how much it mattered to her, but it IS stated in Long Shadows that 'nothing mattered more to Hollyleaf than the warrior code.' So I guess you could say she's in love with the code rather than another cat. There's a lot of hidden symbols in this short little story…