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Hey there! I just decided out of the blue today that I wanted to write a story, in Spottedleaf's point of view, about her thinking what would've happened if she hadn't been murdered.


Spottedleaf: If I'd Survived

"Oh hello there, young one. Are you okay? Would you like some thyme? You looked scared and shocked." The darkness slowly fades from your eyes and a misty forest comes into view. You drink in the cool night air, still shaken from your turbulent dream before this one. The moon shed a cold, silvery, light over the canopy and the leaves slowly rustled, creating a shady pattern of light and dark over the leafy floor. Just then, you notice a brush of soft fur against your pelt, and your heart begins to race again in terror. "Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you," The voice murmured again gently.

You turn slowly, carefully, fearfully, to come face to face with a beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat. Her pretty amber eyes feel like it was warming your heart. They didn't seem evil, they just seemed concerned.

"I'm alright," you manage to choke out,

Before noticing that you were hyperventilating. The tortoiseshell purred gently. "I'm glad you are." She mewed. She pads closer and you shy away again, conscious of the fact that she was a complete stranger. The pretty tortoiseshell's eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Am I making you uncomfortable?" she gasped

You shake your head;

"No," You rasp warily.

The tortoiseshell she-cat sighed a relief. 

"Once a medicine cat, always a medicine cat," She purred, but was that a hint of bitterness in her voice?

"Who are you?" You question, relaxing as you manage to edge away against a tree trunk.

"Me?" The tortoiseshell said in surprise. "My name is Spottedleaf."

Your fur begins to rise and the night air seemed to get that much chillier in that single moment as you realize that you were talking to the long-dead she-cat from the time when Firestar was only anapprentice.

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