Chapter 3: Brothers, and Enemies 'Till Death

His tortured ragged dark body was outlined silver by the silent moonlight beaming down on the hollow, his mouth agape in a silent scream of agony, hatred and loss; shining dry teeth that had ripped the throats of so many he loved, and more he had never known. His amber sun-chilling eyes were closed to this life, to see things the stony ginger tom who was staring at him could never imagine.

Firestar felt the lifeless only his soft orange fur rulfing in th breeze was movieng. The cold blood of his enemy was sickly seeping into his paws. His frame was stony with emotions he could not control, nor understand. He had wanted this cat dead for so long, but now as Firestar stood, his green eyes staring at the angry rip in Tigerstars belly, he didn't know what to feel.

Firestar flexed his claws in horrible lavish at the death of his enemy filled his pelt for a moment before his sorrow and guilt came back.

He should have been the one to kill Tigerstar, not Scourge! It was his destiny, his duty to StarClan, and he had failed them!

He looked to the disapproving flecks of light in the reaching sky above him.

Now, in another two sunrises he would lead his, and all the Clans to slaughter. Firestars heart twisted temporally at the thought of Sandstorm and Graystripe lying in a dark, velvet pool of blood like Tigerstar.

He had hope though; if StarClan and all the other Clans fought with all their wild hearts they could beat back all those BloodClan cats. And this had been his destiny as well. Hadn't it?

He looked sadly down at the big tom's body again. So much could have gone right with him, but so much went wrong. Firestar never knew what had driven Tigerstars mad quest, accept for ambition, he had no idea what had made the dark tabby so stone hearted.

But he felt even he deserved all he got with the pain of those cats and dogs teeth ripping him apart, and if ShadowClan didn't have the respect to bury their old leader then…

Firestar grabbed Tigerstars cold scruff and dragged him into the bushes away from the hollow where he had been killed.

As the fiery tom scraped some ferns and dirt over the once powerful body, he felt as if he should say something, like there was an old, invisible bond between the two foes he could not deny, nor believe.

He ignored it.

As Firestar rose to leave and head back to ThunderClan, he looked back at Tigerstars loose mound for a tense moment. In a hoarse whisper he said. "May you find what StarClan deems you worthy."

Firestar didn't know what it meant or why he said it, but he said it any way. He finally turned back onto the ferns toward ThunderClan territory where he belonged, his brother's blood still gleaming on his paws.

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Ok, I know that was a short story, only three chapters, but it didn't need to be long. Hope you enjoyed this short tale from a grumpy elder.