What Could Have Been:A Scourge Story (Chapter 5)

The whole of Riverclan burst through Thunderclan’s camp. Cats were everywhere, screeching loudly and fighting hard. Bluefur dashed over to Tinypaw, and stood in front of him protectively.

“Stay back!” She hissed. Tinypaw nodded, knowing that it would be foolish to try and fight these warriors. He was only just an apprentice. Bluefur saw the leader of Riverclan, Crookedstar, coming towards her.

Bluefur lunged at him, claws out. “Stay out of our camp!!” She yowled, slicing his face. He snarled in pain, and bit her paw.

“We would, if you’d hand over Sunningrocks! They belong to Riverclan!” Crookedstar spat back. Bluefur knocked him over, and he rolled into Tinypaw with his claws out, causing the apprentice to shriek in fear. Hearing this sound, Bluefur’s fury grew. She went all out on attacking him.

“Leave him alone!” She screeched, ripping into his fur. Crookedstar tried to fight, but he could not. Tinypaw watched from the back, eyes wide with fear.

“Get off me!!’Crookedstar yowled, sounding scared. But Bluefur did not, and again and again she struck him. He was going to get Tinypaw, he could have gotten him. It was this that made her fill with hate.

No one gets Tinypaw.

As her fury wore off, she gasped. She’d killed him! She’d killed the leader of Riverclan! Crookedstar’s group of cats noticed, and stopped. He was not moving at all. Was that his last life, she thought.

After about a minute or so, Crookedstar rose to his paws. He looked at her angrily, and then stalked off. “We’re going.” He mewed to his cats. They were surprised, but obeyed their leader and retreated.

“B-Bluefur...” Tinypaw mewed, scared. Bluefur put a paw around him.

“Yes. I know. But he could have easily gotten you with those claws of his; I've got to protect you.” She replied, looking down into his wide blue eyes. He shuddered, and leaned against her.

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“So much for ‘not necessary to kill’, eh?” Thistleclaw jeered. Bluefur rolled her eyes.

“It was necessary to fight. He simply died. And he’s a leader anyway.” She growled back. Thistleclaw laughed.

“He simply died!” He snorted, walking off to the warriors’ den. Bluefur mumbled words about him, and wandered towards the front of the camp. I’ll just have a quick walk, she said to herself. Tinypaw, who had been eating a mouse by the pile, followed behind her.

“Can I go out of the camp too?” He mewed curiously. Bluefur smiled.

“Of course you can.”