Sacrifice By WildTotodile

Summary: this is the first story in a series of Warrior fanfics that I will be writing about the clans cats . This is what I think Cloudtail was thinking when he was digging Brindleface’s grave in “A Dangerous Path”. I don’t own any cats mentioned in this fic. I’m sorry if it is short and that Cloudtail may seem out of character. There is some slight Cloudtail/Bri hints. . There is one line from “A Dangerous Path” that I do not own.

As I dig my foster mother’s grave, a mixture of anger and grief and fear washes over my fur with every pawful of dirt I dig up.

Grief for my foster mother. I never even got to say goodbye. Brindleface took me in as if I were her own kit when Fireheart brought me to ThunderClan so many moons ago. She taught me everything and did not mind that I was a kittypet kit and not her own kit. The last thing I said to her was that if I met the dog I’d ‘bring it back for fresh kill”. I never realized that Brindleface would become the fresh kill for the dogs.

I remember the relieved look on her face when I went out into that blizzard and brought back my first kill, a vole. Sure she yowled at me afterwards about how according to the stupid warrior code, kits can’t hunt for the clan. I know that deep down inside, she was very proud of me. Fernpaw and Ashpaw were the ones who tried to get me to stay in camp, but I wanted to help the clan.

There was also fear that came with seeing her body. The fact that Tigerclaw could have easily sacrificed any one of us makes my fur shudder. It could have been one of my den mates, like Ashpaw or sweet Fernpaw. Poor Lostface nearly lost her life trying to hunt down the pack and Swiftpaw lost his life. I helped nurse her back to life and comforted her when she was newly injured. although her face will be scarred forever, in my mind she is still the loveliest cat in all of ThunderClan

I finish digging the grave and Fernpaw and Ashpaw gently put her body into the grave. Then we silently kick up dirt over it so that all that is left is a mound of dirt over her body. All three of us look at one another and Fernpaw looks like she is about to cry, if cats could cry.

“Cloudtail, why did our mother have to be murdered like that?” Ashpaw asks me as we head back to the camp. I couldn’t answer that, Brindleface had no right to kill her like that.

“When I get my warrior name, I’m going to hunt down Tigerclaw and make him pay.” Fernpaw said and I silently agreed. “At least she can look down on us from StarClan. “

I vowed to myself as we reached the camp that I would avenge Brindleface. I would slay her murderer. Tigerclaw would be mine

The End