A.N: Geez it's been a long time. I'm so sorry, here's a really short cahppie. I actually have to re-read this Fic so I know what's actually going on.

The only excuse I have is Marching Band XD I'm sad that the season's over, but I can come back to this now 8D

Black blood poured out as the twitches faded through the Dead Forest cat's corpse, and ran across the son's face, covering his eyes and sending him reeling into the darkness filled only with stars.

The she-cat watched her mate's body fall, his eyes dulling to a glaze. His fur was covered in mud, and it seemed impossible for it to be true. Firestar… was dead.

An image of a ginger apprentice flashed across the mind's eye of the female. With bright green eyes, he was nervous to be the new cat, a kittypet no less. The entire Clan scorned him for his very existence, and during those seasons, she was one of them; one of the cats that only thought that Firepaw had been a mistake, a weakness that would be pressed out of Clan history by the hardships of the warrior Clans. Yet, against all odds, he became Fireheart, the cat that brought back WindClan, the cat that protected Bluestar, the one that Sandstorm herself had finally admitted to being in love with. He had brought Cloudtail into the Clan, he became deputy. He let the dogs chase him to the gorge, led the four Clans against BloodClan. Firestar. The leader that led everyone on the Great Journey, to the lake, surviving through the new territories, even through the attempts on his life. And now… he lay on the ground, splayed out in a clearing full of mud, with Tigerstar leering at the cats he had threatened to kill so many times.

Sandstorm didn't even feel it when the Dark Forest cats pushed her in toward her Clanmates. Behind her, she could hear the choked wail of Icecloud, and then the scrape of claws as some enemy told her to shut up. Without stopping, the white she-cat mewled again, her sorrow peeling out into the shocked silence of the clearing. A thick blow sounded, and the cry broke off with a choked noise as Icecloud fell, blood spilling along the already thick mud. A ginger flash made Sandstorm half turn, but it was only Foxleap, jumping onto the cat that killed his sister. The rest of the Clan was too stunned to move as two or three cats fell upon the young warrior as well, ripping up his fur, but muffling him as he screamed under their claws.

Tigerstar was talking, he was talking and the words he spoke went right through her ears. Bramblclaw was talking, he was talking and the words he spoke went right through her ears. Hollyleaf was whispering, the words she spoke went right through her ears. Until Brambleclaw mentioned the word she wasn't numb to. 'Kill'

"I'm going to kill Tigerstar." The new leader murmured, and the burning need for revenge in Sandstorm's head made her immediately respond. "I'm with you." Her mind wasn't entirely wrapped around the same idea of killing the ancient leader, and she sunk back into her stunned state as the new deputy, Hollyleaf, and Brambleclaw talked it over.

Firestar had killed Tigerstar in his own life, and I trust in Brambleclaw to take him down again. Brambleclaw, who tried to kill Firestar, Brambleclaw who visited the Dark Forest. The cat that really is to blame for Firestar's death… is Hawkfrost. He killed him. He will die.

The Clan exploded into action with this last thought, and Sandstorm leapt forward with Bramblclaw just ahead of her. She saw Hawkfrost tense to swipe at his brother when the vengeful she-cat cannoned into his side. The ginger cat scraped her claws down the side of Hawkfrost's surprised face before he turned on her all the way. Ice-blue eyes closed as he caught her leg in his teeth; Sandstorm could feel the energy coursing through his jaws as he began to bite down on her, and ripped his teeth out, leaving thick slices down the sides of her foreleg. With a yowl, she bit down on his ear, ripping upward, leaving a fowl taste in her mouth.

Hawkfrost spun away, shaking drops of black stuff from his face, but eyes flashing open quickly without hesitation. The battle picked up again, and Sandstorm leapt at the tabby, yowling as her claws flashed. Arrogant with power, her enemy batted her out of the air, and struck down again for a killing blow. She rolled out of the way, letting Hawkfrost land heavily on all four paws again. Leaping to her paws, she bounded on top of the broad-shouldered tom and bit his scruff, digging her nose into the death-scented fur. Her back claws dug into his sides as she pushed, over and over and over. Sandstorm dug her front claws into his shoulders, as she tore strips of his pelt, muscles and whatever else lay inside his body. Black liquid bubbled over as it splashed onto the ground in splattered patterns. Anything that moved was ripped to shreds by the angry ginger she-cat.

Eventually, the dark fur underneath her slumped to the ground with nothing more than a few twitches that ran through it's ruined muscles. The cat that had been Hawkfrost was dead again, and this time he would stay that way. Sandstorm unclenched her claws and stepped off the slowly disintegrating carcass of Brambleclaw's brother. She turned slowly to see the new leader staring at her, but she could barely register how he looked.

The mirror of the cat she had just killed was in about the same shape- bloody and ripped-, lying on his back with his throat gushing crimson all over the mud. The cat that stood over him was Tigerstar, a gleeful smirk on his face. There was no way for Sandstorm to help him, and instead, sprang away into battle with the image of the young leader's head dropping onto the ground, lolling familiarly.

Battling through a hoard of cats once more, her claws caught faces, flanks and legs as she paired up with Toadstep. The tomcat was in bad shape, and Sandstorm sent him towards the entrance as she fought his enemy off with a few more swipes. Teeth closed in on her ear, and she pulled backward, breaking through the figures of battle to flee as the Dark Forest cat gave chase. The she-cat dodged through the cats, which were a little less than shadows in the edge of her view. A yowl caught her attention and an actual shadow leapt on her pursuer.

"Hollyleaf!" The ginger cat skidded to a stop, her ruined ear dripping blood down her face. Her green-eyed grandchild slammed into the cat, and sent him backing away with a few slices close to his neck. Lacerations covered the cat's chest as he backed away to fight with his Dark Forest brethren. Hollyleaf turned to her relative once the fight was over, eyes burning with a passion so much like the past orange leader that Sandstorm's stomach lurched.

"Sandstorm, go with the rest of the Clan," she waved toward the stream of cats that were running, panic-stricken, through the entrance tunnel, guarded by a few warriors that moved on when they became tired. ThunderClan was trickling out into the forest, and Sandstorm leapt up to join the guards. She would sacrifice her life for her Clan, or as close as she could get.

As the senior warrior headed over to join the guards, she recognized Bumblepelt and Toadstep on one side of the clearing, and Cloudtail lying on his side by the wall. Ferncloud and Brightheart were attempting to move him, but for the few seconds that Sandstorm watched, it seemed like the white warrior had close to no energy left.

Spinning beside Sorreltail, their backs faced the few cats that made it past them into the forest. The two she-cats tackled any oncoming Dark Forest cats and fought side by side, teeth and claws flashing as the foggy warriors continued to swamp the living.

"Sorreltail!" Sandstorm whirled to the younger cat, clumsily dodging a blow to her ear, which was already half ruined. "We need to go. I haven't seen any living cat get by…" She bit her lip, trying to recount the last time she had seen one of her clanmates. But the faces had blurred with blood, and her fur was thick with the stuff so much that she didn't know what was hers.

"We can't just leave them Sandstorm," Sorreltail hissed through gritted teeth as she rose onto her hind legs to score the back of a Dark Forest cat trying to take the escape route between them. "I've not seen Hollyleaf get out yet."

"Sorreltail," Sandstorm cried desperately, taking on another opponent. It was soon obvious that her concentration was cut in two when she was trying to talk and fight at once, and again the bloodlust filled her vision until the cat that had stood in front of her had fallen to the mud, eyes ripped out by her own claws. Her mate had said that they would fight like rouges, and indeed she had. "Sorreltail, where are your kits?"

"My kits? They're with the Clan. In the forest. They're safe." She yowled a battle call as a large ginger tabby pushed her to the ground, his claws flashing in the moonlight in a downward strike. Sandstorm leapt and caught his foreleg in her teeth, letting the energy of the motion impale the enemy's leg onto her sharp incisors. Her muscles ached in her claws and jaw, but she had to make sure she could do what could be done to save Sorreltail.

Spitting blood, Sandstorm leapt at the surprised cat's face and sliced neatly with all four claws across his face, and black sludge spewed from between her claws. "Shouldn't you be with them? They're scared, and they don't know where you are, but Sorreltail, you can't break their hearts like this." Sandstorm thought of her own kits, Leafpool falling victim to love, and Squirrelflight to lies. She had lived a long time, but she wasn't finished protecting the Clan she had lived for. "Go to them." She hissed, and Dark Forest cats leered at them, pushing them back into the brambles. Sandstorm could feel the spikes on the broken fronds digging into her pelt, but the discomfort barely registered next to the fiery wound that Hawkfrost had left on her.

The fellow warrior glanced at the elder cat in contemplation for a second before conceding. She turned tail and ran through the shadows; as Sandstorm heard her bounding pawsteps she also turned away from the clearing that she had called home and ran into the woods.

So I had this all planned out and all messy on a paper and now I can't make sense of it XD I'll try my best.

So this was from Sandstorm because I kinda killed Brambly (Even though I'm a Bramblestar supportor) and she's actually REALLY OLD. And really hard to write for, but I tried my best.

Need help; Who should I use as the narator for the rest of the story? Review a name please, I'll use whoever doesn't die this time, because I don't like changing like this, sorry!

~Ashy