As Ashfur patrolled Thunderclan territory with Sandstorm and Whitewing, a familiar scent wafted into his nose. Hollyleaf. The scent was coming from the small stream in the heart of Thunderclan terrritory. He turned his head to check out what Sandstorm and Whitewing were doing. They were renewing the borders near Riverclan territory. Ashfur quickly mewed, "I would like to hunt for the Clan alone. I've noticed that the fresh-kill pile is getting a little lean." Sandstorm looked up. "How thoughtful of you." she mewed gently. "You may hunt." Ashfur dipped his head in thanks and bounded away from the two she-cats. I will avenge Squirrelflight by killing Hollyleaf. She will regret not taking me as a mate. Ashfur thought. Even though Ashfur knew Hollyleaf wasn't Squirrelflight's real daughter, he could tell that Squirrelflight loved her as if she were her own. Ashfur stalked torward the small stream and caught sight of Hollyleaf soaking up water into some moss. Ashfur crouched low to the ground and snuck up on Hollyleaf silently. Suddenly, he leaped at Hollyleaf and tackled her to the ground. He heard a yelp of surprise from her black throat. Then, Hollyleaf kicked Ashfur with her hindlegs and clawed his gray muzzle. Ashfur jumped back, yowling in pain. Holly leaf suddenly leaped at him and flung him into the stream. Ashfur saw two amber eyes gleaming from a nearby bush. He landed on sharp stone that cut a deep gash into the back of his head. The last thing Ashfur saw was Hollyleaf's green gaze boaring into his before blackness over took him.
~Moonleaf
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