Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

   Have you ever wondered what happened to Speckletail and Frostfur? Here's is a short story of what I imagined happened.
                                  
                                           Left Behind
  Speckletail's eyes flooded with loss, as the last of the clans disappeared beneath the horizon. Glancing at Frostfur's weary face, she suddenly felt like running after her clan, but she knew that she wouldn't make it, and she wanted to die in the place she had been born in. What do the those fox-dunged twolegs want? she muttered to herself. Destroying our prey, our homes, our cats, what more can they do? Everything I have ever lived for is gone. She was soon aware of gazing eyes, looking softly at her from one direction. It was only Frostfur, studying her expression with worried eyes.
  "Speckletail, what will we do? Almost everything is gone, and I don't even recognize my own home," mewed Frostfur. "I know we made the right choice by staying behind, but I won't be able to bear never knowing if they made it or not."
  "I worry about the same things, but you know we're too old to make the journey," Speckletail looked down at her paws. "We both will reach StarClan safely." Cuddling close to Frostfur, Speckletail absorbed the warmth of her friend, and fell fast asleep. When she awoke, Frostfur was gone, and the snow covering the ground assured that prey would be scarce. Unexpectedly, Frostfur's shadow appeared, and gradually her whole body was visible from across the white snow. She was carrying a thin vole, the best meal Speckletail had had in days.
  "Speckletail, you're awake!" cried Frostfur. "I didn't know if you'd worry about me when you woke up." She padded over to Speckletail, and eagerly, they both shared the vole.
  "Thanks Frostfur, I really appreciate it," expressed Speckletail gratefully. "I want you to know that I-" Speckletail was interrupted by a crashing sound ringing through the trees.
  Instinctively, she started to run. However, Frostfur was not moving, her eyes were wide with determination, her claws were unsheathed, and her fur was bristling freely along her spine.
  "Frostfur, run!" shouted Speckletail. Frostfur didn't even glance at her. She crouched down, and stalked forward confidently, as if this was just an ordinary battle.
  "Frostfur! You'll be killed!!!" Speckletail yelled again, trying to warn her friend. By now, the gentle, motherly presence in Frostfur's face had disappeared, replaced by purpose and strength. Frostfur swiftly turned toward Speckletail, and dipped her head in a formal greeting.
  "Good-bye Speckletail," mewed Frostfur. "I expect that I will see you soon."
  Now Speckletail understood. She forlornly swished her tail in approval, and took in the last breath she would have with Frostfur alive. A tear streaked down Speckletail's muzzle, and she closed her eyes for a moment.
  "Good-bye my friend," she mewed. "I promise that I won't keep you waiting."
  Frostfur turned toward the approaching monster, and rapidly pounced on the enormous machine's leg. The leg turned round and round, crushing Frostfur's helpless body. Frostfur let out a last wail, and was gone. The white she-cat was no more. Speckletail looked away, trying to forget the gruesome scene.
  "Oh Frostfur," she whispered. "Take me with you. I want to go to StarClan."
  Frostfur's scent washed over her, and Speckletail looked up at Frostfur's spirit calling out to her. With a last glimpse of her broken world, Speckletail closed her eyes, and everything went blank.