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Well, I don’t know why I did this, but I made a 871 word story of Ashfur’s Desire from the Power Of Three. (Random title, lol.) I have no idea why I did this, but maybe to satisfy my need to make up a version of his POV myself. If you think I did good on this, please tell me because I have no idea if it’s good or not. Also I became lazy at the end, so.. 😅

Ashfur’s claws dug into the ground angrily as he stared at Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, and Jayfeather. The three of them were talking quietly, heads bent. He felt anger bubbling up inside him more fiercely than it had ever done. He suddenly got an idea in his head. When the time is right.. he thought, satisfaction warming his pelt.
“Hey, Ashfur. Care to join Thornclaw’s hunting patrol?” It was Brambleclaw. Ashfur bit back a stinging remark on how he could join his own patrol, but he had to control his anger.
“Alright,” he responded with cold politeness. He padded away, forcing his neck fur flat. He was about to launch himself onto Brambleclaw and rip him to shreds, but that wouldn’t work. Cinderheart and Birchfall were there. As they padded out of camp, Thornclaw turned back to them.
“Okay. Birchfall, you and Ashfur will hunt close to the ShadowClan border. Me and Cinderheart will hunt at the lakeshore.” As the patrol split up, Ashfur scented mouse. He instinctively dropped into a crouch, putting each paw down carefully. He shot from the bushes, and scooped the mouse up to give it a killing bite to the neck. Once done, it hung limply from his jaws. He scraped earth over it hastily, opening his mouth to taste the air. He just detected the faint scent of cats from an earlier patrol. Ashfur sighed. If there was no prey to be scented, then there wasn’t any nearby. The rest of the patrol gathered around after a short period of time.
“Prey is scarcer,” Cinderheart remarked as they all dropped their prey into a small pile. It contained two mice, a shrew, and a sparrow. They carried the load home, and Firestar hurried over.
“That’s all you found?” He asked, surprised.
“All that there was where we hunted,” Thornclaw said. “We only hunted by the ShadowClan border and larkshore. There’s definitely more.” Firestar nodded slowly.
“I’ll tell Brambleclaw to organize a few patrols later.” Ashfur felt delight jolt him unexpectedly as he saw Squirrelflight and Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, and Jayfeather. His plan could work. Just give it a little more time, a voice inside his head seemed to say. Ashfur took a moorhen and ate it, spitting out the feathers.
“This is why I hate swallowing feathers,” he muttered to himself. “They’re so fluffy.” He looked up at the sky, his lips curling into a sneer. You can’t stop me from what I’m about to do, StarClan. The day seemed to pass by slower than ever. Finally, as the sun was setting, Ashfur knew what to do. He found some weird Twoleg thing that seemed flammable from the weird, green flapping pelt-dens, and he fumbled with it for a while, and to his surprise it lit on fire quicker than he supposed it too. He quickly lit the thorn barrier where the warrior’s den was on fire, and he knew Hollyleaf and Lionblaze had nests closest to the barrier. He hurried back around to the camp entrance, slipping in through the dirtplace tunnel, and he readied himself.
“Fire!” He screeched, and immediately cats shot out of dens. The fire was spreading quickly. Satisfaction made his fur rise. He then realized Hollyleaf, Jayfeather, Lionblaze, and Squirrelflight would make it out alive. He had to have another plan. He thought quickly, and then a deafening crack made him look up. A branch fell, and he barely dodged it as it crushed the barrier and led to safety. He looked and saw that the entrance and dirtplace tunnel was destroyed, and he knew that his plan would work. He stood on the end of the branch that would lead to safety, and Squirrelflight, Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, and Jayfeather hurried over.
“Ashfur! Let us pass,” Squirrelflight said.
“No. Have you ever thought of the pain you caused me, choosing Brambleclaw over me? If I leave Hollyleaf, Jayfeather, and Lionblaze to die, you will feel my pain.”
“You can’t be serious!” Squirrelflight exclaimed. “That was so long ago!” Ashfur curled his lip menacingly. But then Squirrelflight took a deep breath and spoke.
“It will not hurt me if they die. They are not my kits.” The roar of the fire crashed into silence as the world slowed. Hollyleaf, Jayfeather, and Lionblaze stared at Squirrelflight, eyes wide with horror. Lionblaze seemed to burst with anger and fury.
“You lied to us, then?” Hollyleaf asked, her voice frighteningly soft. Lionblaze turned away from Squirrelflight and to Ashfur.
“Let us pass!” He snarled, unsheathing his claws. Ashfur jumped down, having no problem letting them through. He had a bigger secret; one that would for sure fulfil his revenge.
As time passed, a quarter-moon later, Ashfur overlooked the stream at the WindClan border, thinking about his revenge. Satisfaction pulsed through him as he was about to reveal his secret at the Gathering later on, at dusk. It was perfect. Suddenly, the bushes behind him rustled, and Hollyleaf shot out, reaching for his neck. His screech of surprise was cut off short as she bit down, blood flowing from his wound. She then pushed him into the stream. He struggled wildly, and she watched, eyes cold, as he became tired and sunk to the bottom of the stream. I will get my revenge someday, he vowed to himself as darkness closed in on him.