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WARRIOR CATS
Deathstar's Hardships
PROLOGUE
"It will be very different without Fernstripe here," Deathstar said. Deadclaw looked up at her with sad eyes. "Yes, ScarClan is under different leadership. You must be very proud," he stated, looking at the ground in little anger. The new leader looked at him and smelt jealously. "You'll have your time to lead...." Deathstar told Deadclaw.
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CHAPTER ONE: The Arguement
"I know, all deputies do, you mousebrain!" he spat. "Sorry," the leader said. Deadclaw's brown fur was standing guard in anger. "You think you're so great because you were a Rogue and Fernstripe let you in and just because you got your stupid sister to come to ScarClan she considered you a full fledged clancat!" he yowled, staring at Deathstar, his eyes ready for battle. "No, but you should have a little respect for me since I am know a clancat. Especially since I'm the leader of ScarClan!" Deathstar stated. "I don't judge you because Hawkfrost is your father," she added. Deadclaw looked down at the ground. "You cannot forget that, can you?" he asked. "Well, you can't forget me being a Rogue," Deathstar shot back.
Suddenly, another black cat jumped up from behind Deathstar. "Congratulations, Deathstar!" it said. Deathstar could tell it was her sister, Clawpaw, once she calmed down and stood still. "Thanks, Clawpaw!" Deathstar said back. Then she looked at her. "I'm so proud of you. You're like my own kit. You're going to be a great Warrior," Deathstar said, staring into Clawpaw's eyes. "Thank you," Clawpaw said.
CHAPTER TWO: The Ceremony
"May all cats that can catch their own prey meet at Highrock!" Deathstar yowled. As she looked around, she saw Deadclaw sit at the bottom of the den, and Clawpaw emerge from the Apprientice den. From her point of view, she could not see him, but she heard the mews of the kit she found as an Apprientice that Fernstripe had cared for as a leader, Wavekit. Deathstar sat on top of her den with pride of her clan, but couldn't help but thinking of Fernstripe as a leader, Fernstar. "Clawpaw, I think it is time for you to become a Warrior," she stated. Clawpaw bounded up to the den to stand with her sister, her eyes filled with joy. "You have been very noble and brave as an Apprientice, not to mention before that as a Rogue," Deathstar said. "Clawpaw, you will know be known from now on as Clawheart!" Deathstar yowled. Deadclaw looked up at the new Warrior. "Clawheart!" he called. "Congratulations!" Deathstar and Deadclaw said at the same time. "Thank you...." Clawheart said, licking them. "I feel you will be needed in the future...." Deathstar said, staring into her sister's eyes.
CHAPTER THREE: The Battle
Clawheart had been hunting and had caught a bird, two mice, and a squirrel. Clawheart walked over to the Fresh-Kill pile, and dropped the two mice and the bird in, but continued carrying the squirrel. She ran over to Deathstar and dropped it. "Consider it as a gift, thanking you for making me a Warrior," she said, smiling. Deathstar chuckled. "It's my job, I have to," she stated. Clawheart smiled again and ran away, Deathstar still giggling. Deadclaw suddenly ran over. "Rogues!" he yowled. Deathstar instinctively tucked her tail under, hearing that dreadful word the clancats always call her. Deadclaw stared at her in disgust. "What are you, a mouse?" he spat. Deathstar then took the dominant position that leaders always use. "Not at all!" she exclaimed, looking at Deadclaw not believing he would say that. Clawheart was already in battle position, looking at the horizon. "I see them! There is four!" she exclaimed. Deathstar closed her eyes in worry. "Oh, no...." the former Rogue mumbled.
Suddenly, the Rogues were in the camp. There was four cats all right; one white, one calico, one brown, and one tabby. The three cats in front moved out of the way quickly to reveal the smallest one; the calico. "I am Skull," he said. Deathstar looked at him trying to uncover any memories she had of him, and had one of him killing her little sister as a kit. She shuddered. Skull laughed. "Am I really that scary?" he asked, still laughing. He seemed like he knew what she was thinking.
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Deathstar stood there staring, and built up the courage to say something. "No, but you killed my sister as a kit!" she yowled. Skull stared at her back in rage, not believing she actually was starting to challenge him. "Of course! Your family is nothing but mice! Can you believe that? Rogues that don't fight, steal, or kill! Outrageous!" he said. The white one stepped forward. "No, I cannot, Skull," it said. "I am Ghost, and we are here to take Death back to DeathClan. We thought she would be an ideal leader, so we named her Death. But she ran away to this pathetic clan," Ghost said.
Deadclaw extended his claws hearing the Rogue calling their home pathetic, but controlled himself, knowing that he could die. Deathstar stepped forward. "I am Deathstar, formerly known as Death. And I have no intentions to leave my new home," she stated. The brown one named Wrath said, "Really? Well, we're giving you a choice." The tabby named Grave stepped forward. "Either come with us and let your clan live, or stay here and have your clan suffer. You're choice," Grave said. Deathstar kept her gaze on the band of cats and said, "I choose to come with you, but may I do something first?" The cats looked at each other, and Skull said, "Fine, but hurry!" Deathstar jumped up onto her den. "I wish to go with DeathClan for the sake of ScarClan! I may return, but for now, Deadclaw is going to be Deadstar! If I come back, Deadstar shall return to being Deadclaw!" she yowled, then jumped down. Deadstar looked at her. "Thank you, Deathflight," he said, licking her. "I'll miss you," Clawheart said, looking at her sister, licking her. "Call me Death, my name once more," Death stated.
The band of cats walked off, with Death following. She was able to catch only one last glimse of her home. Wrath said, "Stop dwelling in the past! You left us, now you must pay!" Death looked at them nervously wondering what the punishment will be.
CHAPTER FOUR: The Returning Punishment
When the five cats made it back, Death looked around, seeing old friends and new cats she did not know. Skull jumped to the top of a skull shaped den. "I, Wrath, Ghost, and Grave went to unknown territory looking for our destined leader that disappeared many moons ago, Death. We found her in the territory of ScarClan, being the new leader, Deathstar. We now think she should be punished for leaving and being a traitor!" he yowled. Many meows of agreement broke out from below. Skull looked at Death disgustingly.
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Then Skull glanced at Death and she could tell she had to follow. After following Skull for a while, Death saw a cage. She shuddered. "Now, since you need to be punished the most severely, you shall go in this cage, and be hissed at and abused, maybe even killed, by the DeathClan cats!" Skull slyly told Death, smiling evilly. Death walked in obediently, not wanting Skull to hurt her. The cage door closed, and then the clan came. "DeathClan, you may hurt her as much as you want, and maybe Ghost can kill her," Skull said. Mews of excitement rose through the cats, as Skull stepped forward and meowed to his band to come as well. Skull, Wrath, Ghost, and Grave stepped forward and they each clawed and bit her. After that, she was very weak and bloody. But that was only four cats. There was a whole clan coming. Death knew she would not make it. All of them abused her, and then Skull silenced and stopped them. "Now, I promised Ghost could, but I think Kill should kill her," he said, grinning. The cats all yowled in agreement and happiness, and Kill got up and walked up there. Death looked at him and realized he looked exactly like her. "Kill, is it really you?" Death said weakly, once she realized who he was. "Yes, mousebrain! It is I, your brother. I have decided my own sister is a traitor, and I requested to kill you, to get the pain of my family being a traitor away," Kill replied. Death looked at him in disgust. "You are going to kill your own sister for your own comfort?" she asked. "Of course, you never did anything for me!" Kill spat. "Get on with it!" Skull yowled. So Kill opened the cage and walked in. Death went to the back of the cage, trying to think of what it will be like to go to StarClan and see Fernstripe again. Kill suddenly yowled and clawed Death's neck. Blood splurt and the cats of DeathClan cheered. Skull silenced them, and said, "If Death is still alive, Kill must kill her and then be left in a cage as punishment." Then he checked. Death lay there, motionless. Ghost smiled. "Death, destined leader of DeathClan, now considered a traitor, is dead!" he yowled. They cheered, and brought her body out of the cage. "Now, we have to have her spirit haunt the clan she decided to lead replacing ours," Wrath stated. Then Kill quickly left her body near Death's old leader den and left.
CHAPTER FIVE: The Sadness
Deadstar woke up in the morning to find Death's body sitting there. He checked for breathing, but found nothing. Deadstar realized that his sister was dead, and shed a tear. "What's wrong?" Clawheart asked. "Our sister is dead..." Deadstar stated. Clawheart stood there, breathless. "Death..... How could they?" she said. Deadstar looked at Clawheart confusingly. "What?" he asked. "DeathClan takes Rogues and turns them into this 'clan'. And for punishments, they even kill sometimes. To punish Death for being a traitor to them, they slowly weakened her, then they had our brother, Kill, kill her," Clawheart explained as Deadstar stood there, shuddering.
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CHAPTER SIX: The Rememberance
Clawheart stood there sadly with Deadstar and Deadstar jumped onto his new den. "May all cats old enough to ctach their own prey meet at Highrock!" he yowled. Clawheart sat where she always sat, and looked at the empty spot where Death always sat as a deputy, and looked at the den where she always slept sadly, then looked up at Deadstar. "ScarClan shall pity Death's death, and we shall bury her in honor right next to my den, as to remember her, and put a squirrel at her grave in rememberance, squirrel being her favorite. She was a leader to remember, being very young when she came here as a Rogue, but strong enough to challenge me to battle. We will miss Death, formerly known as Deathstar," Deadstar annouced. Then he looked at Clawheart and added, "As you know, I only have one moonrise as an official leader to pick a deputy, and I already picked it. Clawheart, you will live on the tradition, and take my place as deputy, just as your sister did, being Deathflight!" Clawheart smiled slightly and sat where the deputy usually sat.
"I will miss Death, and never forget her! My kits will be named after her, Diekit, and Bloodkit. We will miss her. Especially me. I grew up with her," she said.
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CHAPTER SEVEN: The Happiness
Clawheart thought and thought of Death after she died, and her kits being just like her.
One day, a strange tabby walked into camp. "Im Strongstripe," it said.
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Once Clawheart looked Strongstripe in the eyes, they fell in love.
Many moons later, Clawheart and Strongstripe had a pair of kits. One tabby, one black cat. They were both toms. As Clawheart promised, she had named them Killkit and Diekit, with Strongstripe's permission of course. "I feel bad.... Death didn't have a chance to have the kits she always wanted....." Clawheart said one day. Strongstripe looked at his mate. "Yes, even though I never met your sister, she seems great," he said. "Oh, yes!" Clawheart exclaimed.
CHAPTER EIGHT: The Returning Sadness
Time passed on, and the kits became Apprientices, Dieclaw and Killpaw. The day before their Warrior ceremony, Strongstripe got very sick. The Medicine Cat, Silentflight, tried everything to cure him, but couldn't. "He has a very deadly disease, without a name. We can name it after him, no cat ever has, calling it Strongstripe," Silentflight told Clawheart. "Okay, to honor him if he cannot survive..." she said, her voice trailing off, thinking of her mate dying. Clawheart shuddered. Silentflight tried her best to help him, and did very well, but he never cured. Suddenly, one day, Strongstripe looked Clawheart in the eyes. "I am not going to make it... Take care of the kits well... I love you, Clawheart.... Dieclaw.... And Killpaw......" he said. The toms looked at their father dying in horror, and tears shed from their eyes. Clawheart licked them sadly. "He'll visit you from StarClan in your dreams..." she reassured them. "I promise...." Strongstripe said, smiling. Silentflight looked at Clawheart. "Im sorry for not saving your mate..." she said, feeling guilty. "It is okay, you did your best," the black cat said, not taking her eyes of the dying tabby. Silentflight dipped her head in respect, and sat down. After a minute of watching Strongstripe suffer, Silentflight had decided to give him a poppy seed to ease the pain, then said, "Strongstripe has went to StarClan. May his family have good wishes.." The remaining family dipped their heads in respect then walked out. Silentflight walked out of her den, carrying Strongstripe's body.
"We should bury him near the entrance!" Dieclaw suggested. Clawheart nodded and looked at Silentflight, she too, nodding her acceptance. Once they carried him over there, they buried him. "I'll leave you to sit in vigil...." Silentflight said quietly, walking back to her den. Dieclaw, Killpaw, and Clawheart murmured good wishes to Strongstripe in StarClan then walked off. "We'll miss you, Father...." Killpaw whispered, looking back at his burial spot.
THE END
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