Hey guys, I started a new story, it is called 'Cry Wolf.' It takes place in the old forest and focuses on a cat who was mentioned in Crookedstars Promise but was never mentioned again.

Anyway, this is Thistlefangs death.

I stretched my legs in front of me with a yawn before closing my eyes and putting my head on my paws. My tail was laying in a puddle of melted snow but I didn't move it. I didn't care if it was wet, I didn't care about a lot of things these days.

I slowly opened my eyes and scanned the Clan. Darkcloud was talking with Sunstrike and Ashpelt, Mapleclaw was laying next to Toadstep while they argued - as usual. They were probably the most competitive mates I had ever seen.

I felt a pang to my heart when I saw my sisters tail wrapped around Toadsteps. I used to be able to do that with Larkwing. Before Blackstar took her life, that is. I had only three days with Larkwing as mates before she lost her life in a battle with ShadowClan.

Larchpaw and Blazepaw came trotting up to me with curiosity flickering in their eyes. I remember when I used to be like that. When there was always a spark in my eyes and a fight behind my claws.

"Honeyfeather and Mousewhisker wanted to know if you wanted to come hunting with us. They said you could teach us some fighting moves after." Larchpaw said and I looked at the brown and white she-cat.

I didn't answer right away, so Blazepaw added, "please Thistlefang? Honeyfeather says you and your siblings are the best fighters in the Clan!"

"Sure." I sighed and got to my feet, shaking the water off my tail. I knew this was just the other warriors plan to try to get me back to my old self but I knew one hunting trip wouldn't change anything.

I tried, I really did. But no matter what I did, the pain in my heart was always there and the memories of my mate kept creeping its way into my mind. I was about to start walking to where Honeyfeather and Mousewhisker were waiting when I froze.

Standing in the middle of camp was a pretty white she-cat with bright blue eyes and stars in her silky fur. She stared directly at me like we were the only ones in the world. I let out a little whimper when I saw my mate as she looked straight into my blue eyes.

"It's your choice." Larkwing nodded her head to the camp walls that I was sleeping next to.

And then she was gone. Nobody saw her except me. Larchpaw as Blazepaw stopped walking when they noticed I wasn't following and turned to look at me. "If you really don't want to go, you don't have to..."

I twisted my head to look at the hill that Larkwing had nodded to. It was muddy from all the snow melting and the only thing that was holding it up from collapsing fully was a large boulder. A boulder that was starting to slide.

It's your choice. the words echoed in my mind as realization dawned on me. I had an opportunity. I could walk away now and live a full life as a warrior or I could stay and let the mudslide take me.

I turned to the two apprentices and before they could say anything, my front paw slammed them backwards just as the boulder gave away fully and there was an avalanche of mud, rocks and debris.

I gasped in surprise as my feet were taken out from under me and the mud swallowed my body. The last thing I heard before I went under fully was the sound of Blazepaw and Larchpaw screaming my name.

I was stuck there, my legs and body couldn't move from the mud and whenever I took a breath, mud filled my nostrils until I finally stopped bleeding. I couldn't hear anything outside my little cavern of mud but I knew that ThunderClan would be trying to dig me out by now. If they even cared that is.

They were probably glad to be rid of me. I had been emotionless the last few moons since Larkwings death. Whenever I wasn't on patrols, I was either in the warriors den or laying in the sun, sleeping.

But this is what I wanted, wasn't it? It was my choice to let the mudslide take me and to save those apprentices. I realized then that I didn't regret not moving. Mapleclaw and Darkcloud would mourn, but they would understand. This is what I wanted.

I closed my eyes and waited for my heart to stop beating.

This was my choice.