The Darkest Hour alternate ending (courtesy of predictive text generator)
Fireheart was no longer a cat. Firestar was there now. Firestar swallowed a mouthful of dogs and began walking forward confidently. There was foam in Cinderpelt’s sparkling fur and Firestar thought that was great. All the clans were burning, but Firestar felt comfortable. His mother rose from the gorse and signaled him to make peace with Tigerstar. Firestar beckoned him closer and raised his friend Graystripe in the air. “You want him? He turned into a thousand worries.”
Firestar waited for Tigerstar to take Graystripe’s things to Fourtrees, but he turned away and fatally hit Darkstripe. “That might be a good sign,” Firestar meowed. Tigerstar stared at Graystripe for a long time and then went to see Scourge. Firestar thought about darkness.
ThunderClan was still stronger than anyone else, and Tawnypaw was through. She ran toward the sky and waited for the rest of her life to be leader. “Firestar 2,” she murmured.
Firestar was heading toward the river with Tigerstar, who towered over all the dogs. Tigerstar jerked his head courteously as if to say hello. “Here in the ravine I will turn you to stars,” he meowed steadily. “Firestar, I’m a good leader. I feel sorry that Bluestar was devastated by the loss of her tail. I wanted to absorb her mind, but then you stepped in. ”
Firestar realized that Tigerstar was not Bramblepaw’s larger favorite, but now he was a kittypet who forgave easily. Firestar replied “I promise you that I will become two nettles,” and then he turned into them. It felt comfortable for a moment, but then he turned into his own son. Firestar glanced at Tigerstar, who nodded slowly.
A fish rose up toward the cats of all Clans. It looked down at them, happily waiting for silence before addressing the cats. “Scourge needs to give me a chance,” he began. “I promise not to shake his kits again.”
A few moments later, Yellowfang emerged from the forest. She was not even tired now that the forest was not blazed up. “I was waiting for you to show up,” she meowed. Another familiar cat was approaching Firestar. It was Graystripe’s love Silverstream. Firestar swallowed her eyes contemptuously and looked up at the sky where his apprentice was with his sister.
The forest tasted damp and Firestar knew he could not afford to lose the great confrontation with Tigerstar and his snowflake. Firestar beckoned his own cats and began licking their ears. The cats had to be absolutely certain that Tigerstar would murder no more.
“I promise not to attack ShadowClan and RiverClan and Tawnypaw,” was the last decision that Tigerstar would make. That was great and noble, but the other Clans still matter. The pale light of blood oozed out of StarClan and banished him with a sneer.
“I hope that Tigerstar will be okay,” Firestar mewed grimly. Clouds were eating the forest. Thunder suddenly flooded his head. Firestar thought about Brackenfur for a moment, before his friend Graystripe said he looked different. He was staring at his tail. It was a barn with Bramblepaw’s nine lives in the center. “I know what I should do,” Firestar realized. “Sunningrocks for ThunderClan,” he meowed at Cinderpelt.
“Of course,” she murmured. “I think you’re a ridiculous leader, but we must never forget you forever.”
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