Alternate Scenarios: 3 Short Stories

Hiya people! These are some short alternate ideas that are interesting concepts that could've happened in the series. What if Leafpool really had left with Crowfeather? What if, maybe, Squirrelflight had chosen Ashfur over Brambleclaw? Or what if Appledusk had been exiled from RiverClan? All interesting concepts...right?

If Leafpool had chosen Crowfeather over ThunderClan...
Leafpool shuddered as she walked over the open land with Crowfeather at her side. He glanced at her with a questioning look in his eyes, and there was concern written on his face, but he didn't say anything as the two cats padded side by side, away from the Clans...

The night before they had seen Midnight, the badger Crowfeather had gone on a journey with a bunch of other cats from other Clans in order to save all the Clans from the twolegs in their old home. She had told the cats who had gone to see her that the forest would be destroyed, so they managed to convince the Clans to leave their home forever and go move to the lake they lived in now. Midnight had told Leafpool and Crowfeather, though, that badgers were coming to attack the Clans. Leafpool had considered going back, but only in her head. Even when Crowfeather had probed her in asking whether or not she wanted to really go with him, she had refused. She loved him too much, and she didn't want to go back to the way things were before.

I just hope Squirrelflight's alright... Leafpool fretted in her head. Worry for her sister was constant, and they'd always had a special bond. Maybe they would be able to use it if Leafpool was far away, which she knew was very likely to happen. Crowfeather didn't want to remain near the Clans. ''If she's not dead... ''

"You look awfully upset," Crowfeather said softly to her, giving her ear a gentle lick. "Maybe you'd like to-"

"No!" Leafpool interrupted, her voice a fierce hiss. She stepped in front of her mate and looked into his deep blue eyes. "I know what you're going to say, Crowfeather, and the answer is still no. I want to be with you, and we both know that can't happen if we remain in the Clans." Her tail lashed, then she leaned over and buried her face in his shoulder fur. "I'll miss them dearly, Crowfeather, but I don't want to live without you."

As she stepped back, Crowfeather stared back at her with gentle blue eyes. "Yes, I know. I'll miss my Clanmates too, especially Ashfoot, but I know they'll survive without me. They did before, when I went on the journey to the sun-drown place."

The couple continued walking through the open land. "You must've been very brave." Leafpool commented, giving her mate an affectionate glance.

"Of course!" Crowfeather puffed out his chest fur and lifted his chin, and Leafpool held back an amused purr. "I had to escape twolegs and deal with tribe cats, you know?" He looked at her with pride showing in his sharp gaze.

"I know," Leafpool murmured softly, leaning over to lick his neck. "You must have been very brave to do all that." She brushed against his flank as they walked together, far away from the Clans.

Over a moon later, Leafpool lay in their den, curled over the three newborn kits she had given birth to; a golden tom kit, a black she-kit, and a gray tom. They were small and gorgeous, and she was grateful to have a supporting father like Crowfeather, who she knew would raise them well with her.

He appeared moments later with a mouse dangling from his jaws. She had told him to go hunting while giving birth, since she knew he would just be in the way, as good as his intentions were. He dropped the mouse at the den entrance and hurried to her side, a purr rumbling in his throat.

"They're so... so wonderful," Crowfeather gasped, pressing himself against Leafpool as he gazed down at the kits. "W-what do you want to name them?"

Leafpool paused, tipping her head thoughtfully to one side as she looked down at her three newborns.

"Why don't we name the golden one Lionkit?" Leafpool suggested, rasping her tongue over the little golden tom. "His fur color kind of reminds me of a lion."

"That's perfect," Crowfeather purred, nuzzling her shoulder. "And what about the other two?"

"Don't you want to name them?" Leafpool asked, casting a surprised glance at her mate. The smoky gray tom shook his head and flicked his tail.

"Whatever you name them will be perfect," Crowfeather murmured softly, resting his tail on the brown tabby's flank. "I'll leave that part to you."

"I think Jaykit's a neat name for the gray one," Leafpool meowed, licking the gray kit's head. "His fur is as soft as a jay's feather." She gazed at the black she-kit for a few moments, flicking her tail toward it.

"I can't think of any names for this one," Leafpool meowed at last, with a glance at her mate. "I think you should name her." She really wanted Crowfeather to have a say in at least one of the kits' names.

"How about Nightkit for the black one?" He said softly, bending down to sniff the little she-kit. "She reminds me of one of my Clanmates, Nightcloud, and her fur is the color of the night sky."

At the mention of his former Clanmate, Leafpool looked at Crowfeather curiously. "Do you ever miss your Clan?" She asked.

"A little," Crowfeather admitted with a shrug, although Leafpool knew for a fact he missed it more than he was letting on. "But not as much as I'd have missed you if we would've gone back..."

Leafpool let out a delighted purr and curled her tail over her kits. "Thank you for being my mate, Crowfeather."

Crowfeather rested his head on her shoulder. "Of course, Leafpool. Thank you for leaving your Clan just for me."

Three moons later, Leafpool and Crowfeather watched as their kits played beside a small brook that ran through the woods. They had traveled a long way from their Clans, and had made a home in a small patch of woodland outside of a large Twolegplace.

Nightkit was wrestling with Jaykit a few tail-lengths away from the brook, while Lionkit crouched nearby, looking as though he was preparing to pounce on his littermates as soon as he had the chance.

"I'm going hunting," Crowfeather meowed, nodding to Leafpool. "I'll be back soon." He touched his nose to her forehead for a brief moment before slipping off through the trees, while Leafpool turned her attention back to their kits.

"RAWR!" Lionkit mewled suddenly, lunging toward his two littermates. He pounced on Jaykit, who had climbed on top of Nightkit, and tossed the little tabby aside. Jaykit let out a startled squeal and scrambled to his feet, while Nightkit and Lionkit continued to wrestle. Pity for the gray tabby welled in Leafpool's chest; the little tom had been born blind. She knew, though, that he would fare just as well as any cat, and Crowfeather agreed, refusing to pity his young son. He was a great father.

...To be continued