The Lion's Last Strike

The Lion's Last Strike
Storyline and characters: Fandom.ly
Warrior Cats series: Erin Hunter(s)
-----Chapter One-----
Lionstep weaved in and out of the thickly wedged oaks of the Treecircle. She was aware of Blazefur on her trail, and she busted forward with all her fading strength. Her vision began to blur, and she heard the paw steps grow louder as he approached.
I have no reason to be loyal to him or ThornClan. Just a bit further!
The dancing, blinding stars blazed against the malevolent face of the water body, intensifying into a solid form of a feline. His awry, thickly wedged scars rippled as his masculine, muscular shoulders drooped in dismay, as if Lionstep were a code he'd have to decipher.
The voice Lionstep never wanted to hear again, the one who reminded her of the claws of the megalomaniac invaders rasped around into her mind, the unidirectional audio echoing,
It's your choice, Lionstep. Leave your birth Clan for eternity, or choose unconditional freedom. StarClan approves and accepts your choice.
Lionstep's translucent amber gaze widened as she upsurged, seeing Blazefur still hot on her exodus, his claws scrabbling furiously against the pebbles he dispatched in his chase. His eyes burned with undying determination, which Lionstep couldn't help but admire, but her furious emotions dominated anything else right now. She had to get away from this forest.
He's a traitor to my code! Everyone is a traitor to my code! I-I don't know what else to do... Oh StarClan, tell me I did what is right!
And with that, with no other inquiry, she bunched up her muscles and sprang into the agile waters.
Chapter Two
Immediately, the current claimed her and forcefully slammed her head underwater. Her lungs were ripped of oxygen as her paws paddled madly, to which she only realized later to make her struggles more hopeless. Panic enclosed the only portions of her mind that weren't engulfed with fury.
Her fur was now doused and gruelingly sodden, weighing her down even more. She wanted to seethe in desperation, but she would only loose more air. Occasionally, waves would crash up, where she would get a second to breathe before crashing back under.
Soon, she was finally convinced she would die here. There was no chance of swimming. The waters were too strong and violent. She cursed herself for everything she'd ever done, for practicing hypocrisy her entire life, bossing around her mate Blazefur when she was incredibly short from perfect.
Once she ended her pathetic struggling, it was mostly quiet except for the roar of the water. She could think again, and that was a path to success. She tried to analyze the situation, but she could barely even see the silhouettes of her paws. Forget trying to find ways to break the current.
Then she felt the jaws enclose around her neck. Her mind started to fall back into its previous panic-dominated state, but she fought it back. If this cat could make it, she could to.
But she couldn't. That she found out quickly. With two throat-stinging gulps of salty water she gave up, feeling the rhythmic strokes her savior performed in the water. Looking up a tad bit farther than the tomcat's legs, she saw his eyes were literally shining and had no iris or pupil. She recognized the mischievous dip of a small tuft of gray tabby fur over one of his shredded ears, the peculiar crescent-resembling darker patches of fur on his cheeks. It was Stonestripe, yet he was deceased.
Did StarClan send him? How awe inspiring!
After a few long, tantalizing minutes Stonestripe had reached the sandy shore. Sinking his curved claws in an aperture in the sand, he hauled himself and Lionstep up with all the torso strength he could muster.
He cautiously lay Lionstep's jumbled, unruly frame on the sand. He looked down at Lionstep, licked her left ear, and whispered,
"You made the right choice. You really did."
And after that, his star-sprinkled frame grew outrageously bright, before the glow of his starry pelt dissipated back into the ebony, spacious sky. After that, Lionstep couldn't really register what happened. She remembered hearing the russels of tall grasses that grew near ThornClan's prairie territory.
Then she seemed to slip into an endless dark, colorless vortex swirling around her, only later she recognized as the feeling of unconsciousness.
Chapter Three
When Lionstep's eyes groggily squinted open, she was surrounded by wooden walls, smooth and wielded unlike the jagged edges of the trees in the forest.
Eerie whistling echoed through substantial holes in the wood, and when Lionstep inhaled, her back fur bristled intensely. She detected a new type of scent, strong but yet fading. The lingering, rich and distinct aroma was very odd, blander than a fox's scent but more peculiar than a badger's. No Clan scent, that's for sure.
Twoleg. This was the scent of Twoleg that burned her nostrils. It explained the weird, colorful, and miserably tattered pelts strung across the floor. Stranger yet, muddy paw prints were scattered all across the floor, only disappearing when they reached a crumbling white, large stick poking out of the ground and rising into the red rock ceiling.
Suddenly, while she was still surveying her surroundings, an unbearable force slammed down on her. Agony spiraled through the veins on her back as drops of precious, crimson blood shed onto the floor, collecting in a puddle. She unsheathed her hooked, jagged-edged claws consciously.
She felt spit drip down onto her neck as her new attacker widened his jaws. She thought quickly, and as he stooped down to clamp his jaws on her shoulder she kicked out with her back legs, lacerating them into his underbelly, his grip on her ruffled pelt loosening.
The tomcat seemed to be surprised. His paws widened slightly, and now that she wasn't down in so tight of a hold, she turned herself over, kept her wounded back to the floor, and threw her claws across her antagonist's exposed chest. Blood spurted down from the wound, dripping down his leg.
The last thing she heard was his wail of excruciating agony. She flew herself through the air, locked her jaws with the black-and-gray tom's neck, and when she landed, rolled, hearing fur tear with her movements. She placed one paw on the very begging of his underbelly, and one on his chest wound, snarling and moving her jaws towards his neck.
The tomcat's blue eyes widened, and he raised his fore paw to partially protect his throat's open wound, a horrid shade of red with a mixture of black rolling from a deep puncture.
Then another force slammed into Lionstep, she whirled around, blindly swiped, and rolled from under the feminine female's jabs and slices. They circled each other, pouncing and lunging, where they would snap off a tuft of fur, lash out, and return to their spot.
Finally the silver she-cat randomly sat on the floor, licking a jab on her scruff. Lionstep cocked her head, still keeping her claws unsheathed. The she-cat looked up, her brilliant blue eyes glinting. Giving her gorgeous silver tabby fur a shake, she spoke in a cool voice,
"I have never seen a domestic cat fight as hard and successfully as you." She blinked.
Lionstep blinked. Domestic cat? Surely they themselves were domestic cats, hanging out in a Twoleg nest. Instead, she worded her next phrase carefully,
"I'm not a domestic cat. Let's just make that clear now. And I came just across that river out near the beach. I came from... ThornClan." She stared down at her paws. Silence hung over the Twoleg nest until the silver she-cat spoke.
"I've heard of the 'Clans', as you call them. In fact, I'm trained to kill any Clan-cat I come across," She growled. "That's why the tomcat over there, Crow, was so hostile towards you. His suspicions were correct that you were a Clan-cat."
The black tom looked up from his now shiny wound (from the large amounts of spit) and flicked his shredded left ear.
"First of all, you couldn't have come across the river in DeathTide season, any cat would drown." Crow growled, rising onto his paws and foolishly shaking his pelt. Drops of blood splattered against Lionstep's flank and she hissed irritably. 
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