Warrior Cats- Mapleshade made her choice

A cool breeze blasted Mapleshade in the face. She ducked her head but continued her walk through the Dark Forest. The Dark Forest was quite boring. She trained living cats, dealt with the dead cats, and was slowly fading. But, fading or not, she kept on with her routine. Suddenly, Tansyfoot burst into the open. “Mapleshade,” She said. “A Starclan cat is here!”

There was a big crowd of cats when Mapleshade came to the borders. “What’s going on?” She spat. Mapleshade thrust her way through the Dark Forest cats, to see a beautiful white she cat with bright blue eyes. Stars glittered in her fur. “What do you want, flea-pelt?” Mapleshade snapped. “Please, I come in peace.” The white she cat meowed. “My name is Whitefur. I was a medicine cat. I have come to see if any Dark Forest cats would like a second chance.” The clearing erupted with chatter. “Give cats a second chance, like, at life?” Darkstripe meowed, his eyes wide in wonder. “Yes. We would like to give some Dark Forest cats a second chance to come to Starclan. But there is a price. You will lose your memory.” Whitefur’s eyes shined. “Who would like a second chance?” There was a short silence. “Well, I would like another chance.” Said a quiet voice. A small jet black tom pushed his way to the front, who Mapleshade recognized as Blackpebble. Mapleshade snarled. “No. Nobody is going!”

“But Mapleshade, isn’t it their own choice?” Whitefur asked quietly. “You!” Mapleshade spat as she padded closer to the white she cat. “You come here thinking that you can make us change our minds. Well, our minds have been made. We came to the Dark Forest because we decided to! We did not accidently make this choice like you think we did.” Suddenly, she charged at Whitefur, then stood face-to-face with her. “Never set foot here again.” The medicine cat looked at her, her eyes wide with shock. She ran. Mapleshade turned around to look at the gathered cats. “We have all made our choices. If you wanted to go to Starclan, then you should have done better in life. But we didn’t. The choices you make matter.” She turned to Blackpebble. “You don’t get a choice now. It’s too late.”