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Exile Chapter One

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Fireheart followed his leader out of her den into the pale sun light. Normally, he would have been happy for this change of activity.

Bluestar had not been well lately and rarely left her den. Fireheart should have been happy, their clan leader must have been feeling better and was ready to take control of her clan.

Fireheart had practically doing it himself the last few weeks. But Fireheart felt devastated.

His leader had not told him what his punishment would be for going behind her back and stopping the battle with Windclan even though it would have been suicidal to attack them, she was going to announce it to the clan.

Bluestar had pretty much gone mad since Tigerstar had been proven a traitor and the Thunderclan leader was convinced her clan was full of them. Fireheart was the only one she trusted.

Until now.

Bluestar was convinced that Fireheart had betrayed her as well and would show no mercy. The blue-gray leader leaped up onto the high rock where she made announcements while Fireheart sat in front of it.

The ginger tom wrapped his tail over his paws, his green eyes fixed down at the ground.


“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather around the high rock for a clan meeting!” Bluestar yowled.

Fireheart continued to stare at the ground as his clan gathered around him, murmuring in wonder at what was going on.

Bluestar waited patiently as the clan settled uneasily  before continuing.


“Thunderclan, look before you to see what a true traitor looks like!” she snarled. “Fireheart has gone behind our backs, straight to the enemy! He has told them of an attack, he is a traitor just like Tigerclaw!”

Yowls of protest rang out, and Fireheart knew why. He had support of most of the senior warriors when he told them of the plan to stop the attack.

He knew they trusted him. But he also knew that the clan leader’s word was law and these cat’s could very well be ordered to kill him if Bluestar wanted it.

He wouldn’t resist. He had gotten to know every one of his clanmates, how could he lift a paw against them? Graystripe, his best friend. Cloudtail, his nephew. And Sandstorm, sweet Sandstorm. Fireheart was now forced to come to terms with how he felt about her as he sat, waiting for his fate to be decided.

He loved Sandstorm dearly. But he would never be able to tell her. Bluestar would probably order him to be dragged off and executed anyway. What if she ordered Sandstorm to...? He refused to think about that as he began to listen to the rest of Bluestar’s speech.

“So, tell me Fireheart. What is the best punishment for a traitor?” she commanded.

Everyone was silent. Nearly sick with fear and shock, Fireheart finally forced himself to speak.

“I don’t know, Bluestar” he mewed almost inaudibly.

“Oh, but I do!,” Bluestar hissed. “Fireheart, I sentence you to exile. If you are found on our territory we will kill you like the filth you are. Now get out of my sight!”

Fireheart turned and walked away, keeping his eyes down toward the ground. He could hear protest all around him, it just blended into one constant noise. He kept walking until he reached the gorse tunnel leading out of camp.

“Good riddance, you little kittypet!” a voice hissed.

Fireheart lifted his head to see Darkstripe baring his way. The flame-pelted warrior, or ex-warrior, couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He just stood there as Darkstripe continued to insult him.

Finally, the dark warrior stepped aside allowing Fireheart to leave. Fireheart walked through the gorse tunnel and away from camp. He kept staring at the ground in front of him, allowing his paws to carry him where they may.

He passed the training hollow and the great Sycamore where he had been trained as an apprentice. He passed the twoleg place where he had grown up before he met the clans.

Fireheart walked passed Sunning rocks where Graystripe’s love, Silverstream, bled to death giving birth to his kits. Fireheart walked up river until he came to the gorge separating Thunderclan from Windclan territory.

He sat there for the longest time, staring down into the swirling water. Finally, he got up and stepped back a few paces, readying himself for the leap. His mind drew a blank.

Could he really go through with this? Did he have anything left to live for? All of a sudden, a yowl stopped him.

He turned to see Sandstorm racing toward him with Graystripe and Cloudtail hot on her paws. Sandstorm’s green eyes were full of horror as she raced toward him.

“Fireheart, don’t!” she yowled. But Fireheart had already started forward.
Part one of twenty for my story, Exile.

The story is completed. I'll upload the rest soon.

I know there'll be a few grammer mistakes and such, but I'm too lazy to fix them. A better version is on Fanfiction.net.

This story is rated T for teen, and some parts are a bit dark.

Please comment!
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I dont know if im late or anything, but this made my stomach churn.....thats a compliment by the way....hmm...anyway, this is reallllllly good.