Lonely Star

Prologue
Thunder padded along the riverbank, his heart torn between saving his rogue pack, or being thankful to the she-cat who saved his life. The tom was going to tear his heart out, but the she-cat, Splashheart, had ordered the tom to let Thunder go. And he was thankful for that.

After the battle, he had fled to an abandoned place, hiding from his wrathful pack. He was afraid that if he went back, he would be killed for failing his mission. It was better if they believed that he was dead.

But it was lonely out here, and Thunder didn't know what to do. Splashheart was a nice she-cat, but he didn't want to approach her now. He knew that she was a Clan cat, and the Clan cats hated the rogues.

Thunder sighed, his head down, his eyes closed. He was a defeated tom, and he had no where to go. He had pretty much been banished from his pack, and now he had to count on himself to get prey in this prey-poor area.

Then he heard the shrieks from far away, and Thunder hardened. I must help the others...

His paws drummed on the hard earth floor, and he padded silently back into the scene. He saw the she-cat, Splashheart fighting off another rogue. Those are my comrades, hurting the cat who allowed my to live.

He leaped forward, tearing the tom off Splashheart. He pushed the tom away, then clawed his stomach. The tom snarled, then his eyes widened. "Th-?" Thunder lunged for him and dug his claws into his neck. He was desperate to keep his identity a secret, but Splashheart was staring at him now.

"Aren't you the tom that I fought yesterday?" She growled. "What are you doing here now, saving me?"

He dipped his head to her. "You saved my life yesterday when your friend was going to slaughter me. I was grateful, and came back, and I saw that you were in danger, so I repaid you."

"It's alright," the she-cat shrugged. "I just didn't want an innocent follower like you to die. You were only following your orders and beliefs, so you weren't doing any harm."

"I could have killed you." Thunder pointed out.

Splashheart smiled. "But you didn't."

~

He woke up, sighing. His dreams were always full of Splashheart and saving her. She was a gorgeous she-cat, and Thunder could tell why that Bushstrike wanted to be her mate.

Thunder sat up, pondering about what he should do. That's it! His new idea seemed fantastic, and it would certainly make Thunder feel better about himself. Maybe I can do something good in my life, and prove to the stars that I wasn't a thief and a killer.

He knew what he wanted to do. He was going to do what he saw in his dreams. He had to help that she-cat and save the Clans from the rogues. It was his only hope.