green flag, volume up, read notes, look at entry! warrior short story:
blueshimmer was a warrior, in thunderclan. his mate was called leafgrean and having kits, so he spent moons watching over her. one stormy night, blueshimmer heard a yowl. he raced to the nursery, with a spring in his step. leafgrean was motionless. stichpelt, the clan med. cat, was sitting next to her in dismay, before turning to blueshimmer. ''im afraid she is dead. but we have two healthy , fortunate- looking kits!'' blueshimmer looked down. ''you... she... she was my only love!'' blueshimmer looked down further. ''you could not save her.'' he said simply. shadow shaded his eyes. blueshimmer pounced down, pinning stichpelt to the wet ground. ''YOU BETRAYED ME!' ' and with a furious bite, stichpelt, the light-brown tabby, was dead. rage threw upon him, as he threatened every thunderclan warrior with his intense warrior skills. moons later, when thunderclan's leader was blueshimmer, also known now as bluestar, life was a daily disaster. half of the thunderclan's fresh kill pile was belonging to bluestar. meshstripe landed in bluestar's den. ''THIS HAS TO STOP!'' he hissed. CANT YOU SEE?! MORE THAN A THIRD OF THE CLAN HAS DIED SINCE YOU BECAME LEADER!'' ''you dare challenge me, and ill turn you into crowfood next.'' growled bluestar. many months later, the whole of thunderclan had died because of lack of food, and illness. bluestar was now a rogue. he sat on sunningrocks. he looked down at the ground. what had he done? ''oh, leafgrean, help me!'' blueshimmer quivered. he had now lost his leader's name, but he still had his nine lives. his life had been a mess. what would starclan do? he thought.
