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Post by jayfeather1234 on Sept 15, 2020 11:13:46 GMT -5
This thread ties into my three current fanfictions: Rock’s Exile, Warriors ASOIAF Crossover, and The Tevildoid/Tevildeid.
Sometimes I think of chapters that wouldn’t fit as the next chapter. For example, while I haven’t started the prologue for my Warriors and ASOIAF Crossover, I have in my head whole chapters that take place in the middle of it. That is why I created this thread. For me to post chapters planned for my fanfictions that I don’t want to forget. When I eventually get to that specific chapter in the actual fanfiction it goes with, I will repost whatever I post in this thread with whatever fanfiction it goes with.
Another reason why I made this thread was for people who don’t care if they read my fanfictions in chronological chapter order. If you want to wait and read the three fanfictions in chronological order, don’t look at the chapters in this thread as there will definitely be spoilers.
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Post by jayfeather1234 on Sept 15, 2020 17:23:25 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter and A Song of Ice And Fire belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Warriors and ASOIAF writing style rewrite fanfiction crossover:
The Darkest Hour: Chapter 21 crossover with A Dance With Dragons: Chapter 20. I am taking a lot of words and passages from both chapters. Taking some material from The Darkest Hour and plugging it into A Dance With Dragons.
Chapter 21: TINY
They set him loose and allowed him to lead Tigerclan to the Gathering. “Come back with the other clans’ allegiances,” said Brick as Tiny left through the Shadowclan camp entrance, “or join them against us and see how far you get before we catch you. He’d like that, he would.” Grinning, Brick gave the dark brown tabby a small smile, gesturing towards the remainder of his unusually long claws.
Tiny did not dare to look back, for fear that Brick and Bone and Claw and the rest were coming after him, that all of this was just another of The Scourge’s japes, some cruel test to see what he would do if they set him free. Do they think that I will run? He could never hope to outdistance the strong warriors The Scourge would send after him. Besides, where would he run to? Behind him was the Shadowclan camp, crowded with hired rogues and Bloodclan warriors. He could go to Riverclan, but he doubted if The Scourge had left them alone. The was Thunderclan and Windclan, but he already made enemies of them back when he was a different cat. He would not run. He could not run. I will deliver him the allegiances of the clans. I will. I must. It was a grey day, damp and misty. The wind was from the south. Fourtrees was visible in a distance, threaded through with wisps of morning mist. He moved toward them. I have come this way before. It was a dangerous thought, and he regretted it at once. “No,” Tiny snarled to himself, “no, that was some other cat, that was before you knew your name.” His name was Tiny. He had to remember that. When that other cat had come this way, his clan had followed close behind him. While Tiny went with his clan, Tigerclan, he lead them, but was alone. When the other cat had gone this way, he had been strong, swift, and spirited. Tiny was all skin and bone and ribs. The other cat had been a good warrior, but Tiny was missing many claws. It had been so long. He was not even a real cat. He was The Scourge’s creature, lower than prey, a mouse in cat fur. “You will pretend to be a leader,” The Scourge had told him, as Tiny was first waking up, “but we know the truth. You’re Tiny. You’ll always be Tiny, no matter what your scent is. Your nose may lie to you. Remember your name. Remember who you are.” “Tiny,” he said. “Your Tiny. Do this for me and you can eat fresh-kill every day,” The Scourge promised. “You will be tempted to betray me. To join the other clans. No, don’t deny it. Lie to me, and I’ll take your tongue. A cat would turn against me in your place, but we know what you are? Betray me if you want, it doesn’t matter, but count your claws first and know the cost.” Tiny knew the cost. Six. Six claws. I can still get around with only six claws. He remembered how much it had hurt when The Scourge had Bone rip the others out. The air was wet and heavy, and shallow pools of water spotted the ground. At the top of the slope Tiny could see many cats gathered below. Almost at once, Leopardstar appeared at his side. “Why are we standing about?” She demanded. “Let’s get on with it.” The bushes parted as Tiny stepped into the clearing. Blackfoot, Leopardstar, and Darkstripe flanked him like vengeful shadows. The massive tabby felt his sheathed claws itch as he spotted Firestar, who noticed him. Though the Thunderclan leader was the enemy of Tigerstar, Tiny relished the thought of ripping him to pieces. Firestar shot him a look of defiance in response. “Greetings Tigerstar,” he meowed coolly. “You came, then. Not still looking for those prisoners you lost from Riverclan territory?” “You’ll regret that day’s work, Firestar.” Tiny let out a snarl. Though in his mind, he was glad that Mistyfoot and the other two had escaped, for the Scourge had planned to send them off to Bone, who relished torture and killing. “Try and make me,” Firestar retorted. Tiny took a pace forward, his head raised challengingly. “Have you thought about my offer? I’m giving you the choice: Join with me now and accept my leadership, or be destroyed.” Firestar exchanged a single glance with Tallstar. Tiny already knew what their decision was even before he got a response. They already decided what their response must be. Firestar spoke for himself and Tallstar both. “We reject your offer. The forest was never meant to be ruled by one Clan, especially not one led by a dishonorable murderer.” “But it will be.” Tiny’s voice was soft as he thought of what the Scourge planned. There wasn’t anything he could do to try to defend himself against Firestar’s accusation. Some things he regretted, other things, not so much. “With you or without you, Firestar, it will be. By sunset today, the time of four Clans will be over.” Soon will be the time of blood. “The answer is still no,” Firestar meowed. “ThunderClan will never submit.” “Nor will WindClan,” added Tallstar. “Then your courage is matched only by your stupidity,” growled Tiny. His gaze swept though the ranks of the warriors of WindClan and ThunderClan. Tiny heard snarls from the warriors behind Firestar and Tallstar and forced himself not to flinch away from their glittering eyes and bristling fur. For a few heartbeats not a cat moved, and Tiny realized that Firestar was bracing himself for Tiny’s order to attack. Then he heard a choking sound from among Thunderclan and a single word gasped out: “Tawnypaw!” Tiny saw Tigerstar’s son, Bramblepaw, standing rigid at Firestar’s shoulder, staring into the ranks of Tigerclan. Tawnypaw was standing close beside Oakfur, a ShadowClan warrior. “What is she doing there?” That was Brackenfur, thrusting himself forward to stand at Firestar’s other side. “Tigerstar did steal her!” “Steal her?” There was a hint of confusion in Tiny’s voice, but he continued to play along. “Not at all. Tawnypaw came to us willingly not long ago.” Firestar of course didn’t believe him. Tawnypaw was looking down at the ground as if she didn’t want to meet the eyes of her brother and her former mentor. The she-cat looked uncomfortable at being the center of attention. “Tawnypaw!” Bramblepaw called. “What are you doing? You’re a ThunderClan cat—come back to us!” Tiny saw Firestar wince at the pain in the young cat’s voice. Tawnypaw said nothing. “No, Bramblepaw,” Tiny meowed. “You come to us. Your sister made the right choice. TigerClan will rule over the whole forest, and you can share our power.” Or at least not be among the dead or dying when the Scourge and Bloodclan tears the forest from Highstones to Tallpines. Tiny saw Bramblepaw’s muscles tense. He could sense the tense struggle within him. At last, he would unite with the kits of the most powerful warrior of a Thunderclan and have a chance against the Scourge. “What do you say?” Tiny prompted eagerly. “ThunderClan is finished. There is nothing there for you.” Except death. “Join you?” Bramblepaw growled. He paused, swallowing as he fought to control his anger. When he spoke again his words rang out clearly so that every cat in the clearing could hear him. “Join you?” he repeated. “After everything you’ve done? I’d rather die!” A murmur of approval broke out among the ThunderClan cats. Tiny’s amber eyes smoldered with rage. “Are you sure?” he hissed. “I won’t make the offer twice. Join me now, or you will die.” “Then at least I’ll go to StarClan as a loyal ThunderClan cat,” Bramblepaw retorted, his head high. Tiny glared at Firestar. He took from Tigerstar his clan, his respect, his honor, his life, and now his son. He wished for nothing more than tearing out the kittypet’s throat. “Fool!” Tiny spat. “Stay, then, and die with these other fools.” Again, Tiny saw his nemesis brace himself as he waited for his enemy to launch the attack, convinced that battle was upon them. Tiny knew he was going to loose due to how weak he had become and was about to order a retreat when, instead, much to his and Firestar’s surprise, Jaggedtooth raised his tail in a signal. The bushes on the opposite slope rustled, and Tiny’s eyes widened in terror as the Scourge himself emerged into the clearing. The rest of Bloodclan emerged around him. He could see Bone, Brick, Claw, Fury, Snake, Ice, Snipe, Willie, Minty, Snapper, Pounce, Tess and Gremlin, among the rest. The warriors of ThunderClan and WindClan stared in disbelief as more and more of Bloodclan padded into the clearing. They fanned out into a semicircle around TigerClan, row after row, more cats than Tiny thought the Scourge had. Seeing the shock and disbelief on Firestar’s face, Tiny decided to give him one last chance. “Well?” Tiny demanded silkily. “Are you still sure that you want to stand and fight?” Firestar froze. “Collars?” Ashpaw spat from the Thunderclan ranks. The apprentice’s voice was sharp with disgust. “Look at them—they’re kittypets! We won’t have any trouble beating them.” “Keep quiet,” his mentor, Dustpelt, warned quietly, “until we have the full measure of our enemy. We don’t know anything about these cats yet.” Firestar remained silent. Tiny noticed his eyes were locked on Bone as the huge scarred black-and-white tom stepped out of the Bloodclan ranks and went to stand beside him. He was followed by the Scourge himself. The small black cat stalked light-footed through the grass to stand on Tiny’s other side. The Scourge whispered into his ear, “you did well, and you earned the privilege to have fresh-kill every day from now on.” “So, Tigerstar,” Firestar meowed, forcing his voice to remain steady. “Do you want to tell us who your new friends are?” “This is BloodClan,” Tiny announced, his fur bristling with fear at the Scourge’s presence next to him. “They come from Twolegplace. I have brought them to the forest to persuade you foolish cats to join with me. I knew you wouldn’t have the sense to agree on your own.” A hiss of outrage rippled through ThunderClan and WindClan. Tiny heard Thornclaw whisper, “Remember those rogues we scented the day I was made a warrior? I bet they came from BloodClan.” “You see, Firestar?” Tiny’s voice was exultant. “I am even more powerful than the spirits of the shadows, Waterclan, Starclan, and Treeclan, for I have changed the Clans in the forest from four to two. TigerClan and BloodClan will rule together.” Firestar stared at him in alarm. “No, Tigerstar,” he answered quietly. “If you want to fight, let us fight. Our ancestors will show who is more powerful.” “You mouse-brained fool!” Tiny spat. “I was prepared to come here and talk with you today. Just remember that it was you who drove us to this. And when your Clan mates are dying around you, they will blame you with their last breath.” At that moment, he had an idea, he could get a Firestar and the Scourge to fight each other. He swung around to face the mass of cats ranged behind him. “BloodClan, attack!” Not a cat moved. Tiny’s amber eyes widened and heard the Scourge laugh silently, and he screeched, “Attack, I order you!” Still none of the warriors moved, except for the Scourge himself who took a pace forward. He glanced toward Firestar. “I am The Scourge of BloodClan,” he meowed, his voice cold and quiet as he turned to Tiny. “Tigerstar, my warriors are not yours to command. They will attack when I tell them, and not before.” The look Tiny gave him was incredulous and glittered with all the hatred he had of Firestar. The Scourge had fooled him with his chance to be free. He couldn’t believe that he let himself be fooled into thinking of escaping the Scourge’s clutches. To make matters worse, Firestar seized the opportunity. He paced forward until he stood right in front of the both of them. Tiny could see clearly the collar the Scourge wore around his neck and he recognized the teeth of dogs, and cats’ teeth, too. Tiny shuddered thinking if the Scourge was eventually going to add Tiny’s own teeth to it. Tiny’s belly clenched and his mind reeled with a vision of blood flowing down the sides of the hollow, washing around the cats’ paws in a sticky, reeking tide. Firestar shot a scorching glance at Tiny, who felt the hate being expressed. Tiny, much to his shock, saw Firestar dip his head toward the Scourge, he meowed clearly, so all the cats in the clearing could hear him, “Greetings, I am Firestar, leader of ThunderClan. I wish I could say you are welcome in the forest. But you would not believe me if I did, and I have no wish to lie to you. Unlike your supposed ally here, I am a cat of honor.” He flicked his tail toward Tiny, trying to put all the contempt he felt into the single gesture. “If you’ve believed any promises he made to you, you’re mistaken.” “Tigerstar told me he had enemies in the forest.” There was all the cold of leaf-bare in the Scourge’s voice, though his words were all rehearsed. “Why should I believe you instead of him?” Firestar took a breath and began: “Cats of all Clans,” Firestar said, “and especially cats of BloodClan, you have no need to believe or disbelieve me. Tigerstar’s crimes speak for themselves. When he was still a warrior of ThunderClan, he murdered our deputy, Redtail, hoping to be made deputy himself. First Lionheart was chosen as deputy, but when that noble warrior died in a fight with ShadowClan, Tigerstar achieved his ambition at last.” Firestar paused. Tiny growled. Yet at that moment, he had a flash of a battle with Shadowclan. So that’s what Tigerstar did? But it doesn’t matter, the Scourge will wash everything away with one red tide. A grim silence gripped the whole clearing, broken only by a contemptuous rumble from Tiny. “Mew away, little kittypet, It won’t change anything.” Firestar ignored him. “Being deputy wasn’t enough,” he went on. “Tigerstar wanted to be leader of the Clan. He set a trap for Bluestar by the Thunderpath, but my own apprentice strayed into it instead. That’s how Cinderpelt came by her crippled leg.” A shocked murmur swept through the clearing. Except for BloodClan, they all knew Cinderpelt, and she was popular even with cats of other Clans. Suddenly, Tiny saw a flash of the Thunderpath and a grey cat lying near it. “Then Tigerstar conspired with Brokentail, the former leader of ShadowClan, who was ThunderClan’s prisoner,” Firestar told the listening cats. “He brought a pack of rogues into ThunderClan camp, and tried to murder Bluestar with his own claws. I stopped him, and when ThunderClan had beaten off the attack we drove him into exile. As a rogue, he slaughtered yet another of our warriors, Runningwind. Then before we knew what he was up to, he had made himself leader of ShadowClan.” Firestar paused again. Tiny was not sure how BloodClan and the Scourge were taking all this, but Tiny could see that the horrified attention of every other cat in the clearing was on him. He had another flash. This time of rolling in the dirt, clawing at Bluestar. Firestar steadied himself before continuing. “But Tigerstar still wanted revenge on ThunderClan. Three moons ago, a pack of dogs got loose in the forest. Tigerstar caught prey for them, then laid a trail of dead rabbits between the dogs’ lair and the ThunderClan camp to lead them to us. He murdered one of our queens, Brindleface, and left her near the camp to give the dogs a taste for cat blood. If we hadn’t found out in time to escape, the whole of ThunderClan would have been torn to pieces.” “Good riddance,” Tiny growled softly yet Firestar heard. He saw another flash. He was laying out the rabbit trail. Suddenly, he felt something in him, he once thought Tigerstar was dead, but as Firestar’s tale showed, he was very much alive. He wanted to kill Firestar, but in his own name, not some mockery of a name. And from that moment, he was no longer Tiny. Tigerstar had returned. “As it was,” Firestar neared the end his tale, “our leader, Bluestar, died the bravest death of any cat, saving me and all her Clan from the pack.” Silence entered the clearing as Firestar’s tale came to an close. The eyes of every cat were fixed on the newly revived Tigerstar, stunned with shock. Firestar glanced at Leopardstar, still standing with Blackfoot and Darkstripe a little way behind Tigerstar. The RiverClan leader looked horrified, but she remained silent. “This is Tigerstar’s history,” Firestar meowed urgently, turning back to the Scourge. “It all shows one thing—that he’ll do anything for power. If he promised you a share of the forest, don’t believe him. He won’t give up one pawprint, not to you or any cat.” The Scourge’s eyes narrowed; Tigerstar could see that he was thinking very carefully about what he had heard, and anger flared inside him like a tiny flame. “Tigerstar told me what he was planning to do with the dogs when he visited me two moons ago.” The black cat turned his head so that his gaze rested on the leader of ShadowClan. “He did not tell me that his plan failed.” “None of that matters now,” Tigerstar broke in roughly, shocking the Scourge, who hadn’t expected his revival. “I made an agreement with you. Fight beside me now, and you’ll have all I offered you.” “My Clan and I fight when I choose,” the Scourge meowed, clearly agitated that Tigerstar broke free. To Firestar he added, “I will think about what you have said. There will be no battle today.” Tigerstar tensed as he felt his six foreclaws and three hindclaws unsheathe, feeling the pain of when the Scourge had Bone ripping the others out. His tail lashed from side to side. He clenched his remaining teeth and his amber eyes locked onto the Scourge. His muscles bunched as he dropped into a crouch. “Traitor!” he screeched, and leaped at the Scourge with his twisted long claws extended. He didn’t care if those watching the horror condemned him to death, all he saw in his mind was the Scourge’s throat. Suddenly he felt his remaining claws bend and break against the ground. The rest of his body followed. When the massive tabby rolled over to start getting back up, he saw the Scourge standing over him, “I warned you what would happen should you betray me, though even I wasn’t prepared for this outcome. And now you will finally face justice for what you did all those seasons ago. Before Tigerstar could blink, the Scourge lashed out with his front paws. The pale leaf-bare sun glinted unnaturally on the tips of each talon. Tigerstar felt his blood freeze. The Scourge’s claws were reinforced with long, sharpened dogs’ teeth. The Scourge’s vicious claws sank into his throat. Blood welled out as the smaller cat ripped him down to the tail with a single slash. Tigerstar opened his mouth and erupted into a desperate scream of fury that was then cut off with a ghastly choking sound. His body convulsed, limbs jerking and tail flailing. For a heartbeat a stillness settled over him. The Scourge stood back and watched coldly as Tigerstar’s body convulsed again. The dark red blood kept on flowing, spreading across the ground in a ceaseless tide. Tigerstar let out another shriek. Again the massive tabby’s body grew still for a heartbeat, but the wound was too terrible to yield to the healing trance. Another spasm seized Tigerstar’s body. His claws tore up clumps of grass in his agony, while his screeches turned from fury to terror. Tigerstar was panting now, his fight for life exhausting him. He caught a glimpse of his murderer’s cold pale eyes, who looked back at him with hatred, relief, and joy. Then as Tigerstar’s body gave one last jerk, a single blood-streaked tear slid down his cheek before he lay still for the final time.
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Post by jayfeather1234 on Jul 9, 2021 17:30:19 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter
Warriors and ASOIAF writing style rewrite fanfiction crossover:
Chapter 20: BRAMBLECLAW
Brambleclaw felt as though his paws were frozen to the bare earth. Every hair on his pelt stood on end as he heard Tigerstar whispering in his ear: /Kill him. No cat will know. You can be Clan leader. You can have everything you have ever wanted/. He staggered as Hawkfrost gave him a vicious nudge, his tail lashing angrily. “What are you waiting for? This is what we have wanted all along, remember? Kill him now!”
Chapter 21: LEAFPOOL
The only difference with this chapter is that it takes longer as well as Ashfur at the end stalling Leafpool and Squirrelflight.
Chapter 22: BRAMBLECLAW
Brambleclaw stared down at his Clan leader. He still couldn’t move. He knew that all he had to do was tighten the noose around Firestar’s neck, and he would lose his remaining six lives at once. His gaze met Firestar’s, where his leader lay helpless in front of him. But there was no pleading in the green eyes, only a fierce, proud question: What will you do, Brambleclaw? It’s your choice. Brambleclaw thought of how Firestar and Tigerstar had confronted each other, time after time. Each hated the other for what they stood for, the plans they had for their Clan. But Firestar had never needed to fight Tigerstar to the death. The Scourge, leader of BloodClan, whom Tigerstar himself had invited into the forest, had killed him with a single blow. This time it looked as though Tigerstar would win. Brambleclaw was aware of his father’s spirit close beside him, urging him on. Fool! Kill him now! Closing his eyes, Brambleclaw remembered the clearing at Fourtrees, the blood pouring out onto the grass as Tigerstar lost all nine lives at once. He saw the Scourge of BloodClan looking down at his twitching body with cold triumph. Was that what Hawkfrost and Tigerstar wanted him to become? “Six lives . . .” he murmured. Six lives stood between him and the leadership of ThunderClan. “That’s right,” Hawkfrost hissed. “This is our chance to take revenge on Firestar for our father’s death. He could have tried to stop the Scourge, but he just stood there and watched Tigerstar die, over and over and over.” Revenge? Brambleclaw wrenched his gaze from Firestar to stare at his half brother. This wasn’t about revenge. He knew very well that Tigerstar had willingly set his own paws on the path that led to his violent death. /All I want is to lead my Clan/, he thought. /But not like this/. His loyalty was not to ThunderClan alone, but to Firestar too—the cat who had mentored him, accepted him in spite of his father, and in the end had trusted him enough to make him Clan deputy. He had thought that loyalty to the Clan didn’t necessarily mean loyalty to the Clan leader. That wasn’t true. Firestar was ThunderClan. “No,” he meowed to Hawkfrost, amazed to hear his voice come out strong and steady. “I won’t do it.” He recalled how Brook and Squirrelflight had freed Berrykit when the kit caught his tail in a fox trap. Leaping over to Firestar’s side, he began scrabbling in the earth, trying to dig up the stick that held the tendril tight around his leader’s neck. “Keep still, Firestar,” he panted as the earth flew. “I’ll have you out of this in a heartbeat.” Unsure Firestar could hear him, he unsheathed his claws and began digging into the tendril, trying to free his leader. A yowl of protest battered his ears; he couldn’t be sure whether it came from Hawkfrost or from the vengeful spirit of Tigerstar. However, someone slammed into his side and knocking him off his paws. Brambleclaw’s vision blurred, his claws slid, and the tendril around Firestar’s neck ripped, allowing his Clan leader to draw in a single gasping breath, but nothing came out as Brambleclaw’s claws pierced Firestar’s orange pelt. His eyes bulged and his mouth slid open in horror. Fur and blood slid to the floor and Brambleclaw’s claws tore downward from Firestar’s neck, across his side, and down his leg. All his muscles tensed as he slammed into his back with Hawkfrost’s ice-blue eyes glaring down into his own traumatized eyes. “Coward!” Hawkfrost snarled. “Keep away and I’ll kill him myself if I have to.” /You made me do this/! Brambleclaw thrust his hind paws hard into Hawkfrost’s belly, throwing him off. With his half-brother winded, he turned back to Firestar. His leader’s body convulsed as he lay dying from Brambleclaw’s slice. Firestar looked back at his deputy with noting more than shock and hurt in his eyes. A fierce snarl behind him made him spin around to see Hawkfrost springing at him. Brambleclaw dodged to one side, letting the stick fall. He felt the sting of Hawkfrost’s claws raking through his fur as his half brother leaped past him. Spinning around, Brambleclaw faced Hawkfrost again, and saw a cold flame in the RiverClan cat’s ice-blue eyes. “Traitor!” Hawkfrost spat. “You’re a traitor to everything our father planned! You were never strong enough to be like him.” “I don’t want to be like him,” Brambleclaw retorted. “Then you’re a fool,” Hawkfrost sneered. “And stupid too. You never realized that this was a test. It was Tigerstar’s idea. He said that if you really deserved power, you would do anything to get it.” “It doesn’t matter now. Firestar lies dying beside us.” “That doesn’t change your intentions. You were going to free him if I hadn’t stopped you. You’re as weak as Tigerstar feared. We have great plans for the forest, he and I, and you now have no choice but to be apart of them. After all, how can you go to StarClan now after what you just did? I shoved you away, but you made the killing blow with your own claws. Do you really believe that Firestar would let you into StarClan when you die?” Brambleclaw understood exactly what his half brother was saying. Firestar was likely too focused on his own struggle with the trap that he never heard Bramblestar trying to free him. From his perspective, it may have looked like he meant to kill him. He thought about the place Tigerstar went to when he died and his heart quickened. There was nothing that he could say. Firestar had seen his own deputy struggling with the temptation to kill him. He would never have been able to trust Brambleclaw again if he lived. How could he be ThunderClan’s leader when he himself killed Firestar? He could fool his clanmates, but Firestar would make sure that he never saw Starclan. How could he get his nine lives? How could he live with himself? How could he face his clan after what he did? How could he even face Squirrelflight after killing her father? There was only one thing left that he could do. He turned to Firestar and his leader’s body jerked one last time before falling still, but not before Brambleclaw saw a tiny spark of hate before his eyes closed for the final time.
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What do all of you think? Should I make this into a full fanfiction? The idea for this fanfiction came after I read some similar fanfictions and noticing a common theme: either people imagine Brambleclaw being a villain or Hawkfrost doing it himself. I tried to put a spin on this fanfiction trope with Brambleclaw doing it accidentally but believing himself to be a monster after doing so. If I were to continue this fanfiction, Brambleclaw would become increasingly paranoid of his clanmates finding out the truth, causing him to eventually do some truly awful things. Early on, he would start by destroying and desecrating the Moonpool so that he could avoid his mind lives ceremony and facing Firestar. He would then begin to start to be haunted by Firestar’s face in his nightmares. Eventually, one night it would get so bad that he would outright attack the dreamed up Firestar, only to accidentally realize that he killed Squirrelflight because she tried waking him up. After that, his mind would continue to break especially after he receives the prophecy of the Three. After that, he takes the prophecy as a sign that StarClan is going to give three cats the power to avenge Firestar’s death. He would then begin to prey on Firestar’s kin. His victims would include: Sandstorm, Cloudtail, Brightheart, Whitewing, Sparkpelt, and nearly Lionblaze. When he attacks and tries to kill Lionblaze, he would realize that Lionblaze is one of the three, but would stop attacking upon realizing that he is invulnerable. After that, Lionblaze would be acting as a way to bring the tormented Brambleclaw back to his senses, though that would be after many days of talking him through his guilt and paranoia. Eventually, Ashfur figures out of Brambleclaw’s killings and tells Hollyleaf about it. At the end, Hollyleaf the Code Enforcer murders Brambleclaw for breaking the code numerous times instead of Ashfur. Ashfur becomes leader after that. I might also end it with simply Hollyleaf telling the rest of the clan and the clam confronting Brambleclaw for his crimes. In this ending, Brambleclaw would end up either diving off of the high ledge, jumping off of the hollow, or ramming himself against the cliff face.
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