What if?

For the contest in


The theme is “What if” so I was thinking along the lines of, What if Honeyfrost had interfered? Surely she would not have simply watched her leader get killed so she must have either been under orders from starclan not to help or simply not gotten there in time. So the idea I selected is “What if Honeyfrost had interfered?”


Here is a story that goes along with the image... sorta.

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“All cats, join me beneath the highledge Now” a frosty voice sounded through camp. “Firestar!” Jayfeather whispered anxiously to the fiery leader as he hovered nervously nearby, “You should be resting! Your throat was Ripped open!” “No.” Firestar hissed under hi’s breath, flicking hi’s eyes back to the grey medicine cat “The clan needs to know this.” he looked back beneath the highledge and raked hi’s bright green eyes across the sandy camp as warriors and apprentices began to stream from their dens. The warrior’s eyes widened in surprise as they saw the scene at the edge of the hollow. Honeyfrost had her blood spattered silver forepaws pressed on Midnightclaw’s back. The black she-cat was forced low to the ground, hissing and spiting, scratches and bites covering her pelt. Firestar watched Bearleap streak across the clearing to stand beside his mate, his blue-grey eyes filled with worry. The clanmates looked from Midnightclaw to Firestar who was standing atop the highledge with great swaths of cobwebs encircling hi’s throat. The fiery cat looked around the camp one more time thinking, ‘Thats everyone... good.’ He stretched up and yowled “Thunderclan! For many moons there has been a Killer living among us.” He turned to where the wound coated Midnightclaw was still churning up clouds of dust as she struggled to escape Honeyfrost’s grasp. “Midnightclaw. Last night she tried to kill me. She took one of my lives but Honeyfrost stopped her, just in time to save my last.” The camp was filed with gasps of shock. Yowls of outrage filled air, hisses of anger and sobs of betrayal flew at Midnightclaw from every direction. “Enough!” Firestar silenced them all with a firm call, “Midnightclaw! What do you have to say for yourself?” Midnightclaw hissed and managed to thrust herself up a bit despite the larger Honeyfrost pressing her down. “I did what was best.” She snarled, glaring at the crowd “ It would have been for the best.” Noise filled the camp again. This time Firestar silenced it instantly with a sharp growl. "Stop!" he snarled, hi's green eyes blazing with the fire that gave him hi's name. " That is it! Midnightclaw! You are now banished from thunderclan territory! If you set foot here again you will be killed! No questions asked!" Firestar hissed and the cats in camp began to pad slowly towards Midnightclaw, all glaring at her. Honeyfrost lifted her paws from Midnightclaw's shoulders and backed away. Midnightclaw turned her blue eyes, blazing with anger upon Firestar. She was considering leaping upon him right then and there but a hiss from the crowd drew her attention back to the cats swarming around her. Her former clanmates formed a wall between her and Firestar. She turned back to the orange cat sitting atop the highledge and snarled "I'll show you. Watch you'r back Firestar for you shall die at my claws." She hissed at Firestar one last time before bolting for the thorn tunnel.


Epilogue (optional.


It was raining. The rain soaked her dark pelt and made the sand that coated the bottom of the hollow stick to the fur on her paws. She strode across the camp and thrust her head inside the elder’s den. Her silver forepaws and amber eyes almost glowed in the darkness. She cast her gaze around the den in search of a bright orange pelt. Her eyes locked on it, wedged between a pale ginger tabby she-cat and a gray tom who’s stripe was invisible in the darkness. The dark cat narrowed her eyes ‘Here it is...’ she thought to herself, ‘This is what she told me to do... what she trained me for...’ She unsheathed her claws, ‘She told me...’ took a step forward, ‘Go to thunderclan...’ narrowed he eyes, ‘And kill the leader...the cat of fire.’ The she-cat raised a silver forepaw in the air and took a deep breath, preparing for a killing strike... ‘Well,’ she thought ‘Here I go.’


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The stuff under the Many moons later is sort of optional. The idea is either Midnightclaw had a kit or found some random rouge. Either way she trained them to fight and sent them to kill Firestar.

Midnightclaw belongs to *Zenaku-Chan

Warriors belong to Erin hunter.

Art belongs to me.