What if Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw had ruled?

This story describes what would happen if Brambleclaw had never saved his leader from the fox trap - and both of Tigerstar's son achieved their ambitions that their father wanted.

Prologue

 * My sons, power will only come to those who seek it. I know you will succeed if you follow in my pawsteps.
 * Hawkfrost met Brambleclaw's gaze steadily. "Probably just an unlucky bit of prey."
 * Brambleclaw stared at him, every hair on his tabby pelt straight up. "No! That's a cat in trouble! Come on!" He pelted down the ridge, Hawkfrost at his heels. He pricked his ears and turned. With a flash, he remembered the deadly fox traps. Squirrelflight had come up with an idea to save a cat getting out of one - like they had did with Berrykit. But this time, a cat's neck was stuck.
 * The cat who had accepted him for being the son of the murderous tabby named Tigerstar.
 * The cat who had mentored him.
 * The cat who had trusted him.
 * The cat who had made him deputy.
 * "We need to get Firestar out," Brambleclaw huffed, coming face to face with his ginger leader. "Now! We can't wait!" As he started to dig the stick up, Hawkfrost dashed in the way and pinned Brambleclaw down. "Don't you remember Tigerstar's plans?"
 * He remembered his night meetings with his father and Hawkfrost and anger was coming off Hawkfrost's tabby pelt in waves. "Of course I do! But my leader's dying!" he gasped, twitching his ear towards the silver tendril that held Firestar's neck.
 * "Leave him!" Hawkfrost shrieked. "This is our chance to achieve everything! To become leaders - to come together as two powerful forces!"
 * Brambleclaw glanced helplessly at Firestar. If they didn't get him out, he would loose all of his lives. But he remembered the ambition clawing at his belly, how much he wanted to become a leader. "I haven't had an apprentice yet," he reminded Hawkfrost curtly.
 * "Yes, you have. All those fools who made the journey to the sun-drown place were your apprentices," he growled, his amber eye gleaming. Brambleclaw looked up as a spirit writhed around his lean body. Let the past go, Brambleclaw. This is it. You will be a powerful leader, two Clans of strong cats under your paws. What more could you ask for? Never be a powerful leader if you're afraid to get blood on your claws!
 * Brambleclaw got up to his paws. Hawkfrost glared at him. "I will become a leader," he mewed.
 * Firestar glanced up at them, his green eyes smoldering with prey. "Kill him," Hawkfrost sneered.
 * Brambleclaw raised a paw and struck down on Firestar's blood glistening throat. Firestar tightened and let out a gasp, before falling limp to Brambleclaw's paws.
 * Well done, my sons.