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Sandstorm lowered her head at Frostfur, and nodded. Her heart twisted and ached at the memory of the silver tabby, how she laughed and cared for every cat as if they were her own kit.Â
âSheâs with Elderkit and Tulipkit now,â Sandstorm said with a knotted throat.
âBut what about Fernpaw and Ashpaw?â Frostfur mewed. âThey need her now. More than ever, I imagine, now that sheâs gone. They wonât know who to turn to, especially with ThunderClan in its...â
She hesitated for a long time.
â... current state.â
Sandstorm breathed in deep, and turned to look at the Highrock. Bluestarâs den lay dark and silent behind the sheets of lichen. âIâll- Iâll speak to her,â Sandstorm mewed. âAbout what to do.â
âDoes she even know Brindleface is dead?â Frostfur asked sharply, fur bristling slightly along her spine. âDoes she know how she died? Does she even remember Swiftpaw?â
Sandstormâs heart pulsed in her ears. âI donât know,â she mewed. But I donât think she knows Brindleface is dead.Â
It had been three seasons since Tigerstar betrayed their Clan by leading rogues to the heart of their territory. Heâd nearly taken the leaderâs life, but Sandstorm came to her den just in time to throw him out. The deputy had been exiled, but Bluestar never took a replacement Deputy. In fact, few cats had seen her out of her den.
There were rumors that she had died in there, and noone had noticed the stink because it was trapped behind the lichen. Sandstorm feared entering it.
âIâll... see what I can do,â Sandstorm said finally when she realized how long it had been.
âDonât forget to mention Goldenflowerâs kittens,â Frostfur said as Sandstorm began walking away.
Sandstorm acknowledged her words, and padded along. As she walked the everlasting distance from Brindlefaceâs mourning family, she felt her heart clasp. My last parent, dead. Brindleface had never truly been a mother to her in the classic sense, but she carried the queenâs blood in her veins. Brindleface had acted as a surrogate for her fathers, Redtail and Runningwind. Redtail had been murdered at Tigerclawâs fangs, Runningwind murdered on the Thunderpath, and now Brindleface.
Mauled by dogs.
She came to the entrance of the den. âBluestar?â she called softly.
For a moment there was no reply. But then a shuffle, and a cough. Sandstorm invited herself in.
âBrindlefaceâs funeral just ended,â the molly mewed.
âHas she been buried?â the tired old queen mewed, looking to Sandstorm. Her eyes were watery and her mouth was dripping.
âYes,â Sandstorm said. âUnder the Owl Tree.â
âWhy not leave it out?â Bluestar growled. âSo the birds will get something of her.â
âWhat?â Sandstorm recoiled in shock. âBluestar, we donât treat our dead like crowfood. They deserve a Warriorâs burial, so they can travel to StarClan in peace.â
âWhere is StarClan?â Bluestar growled, getting up on wobbly, disused legs. âLead me to the border where we mark against StarClan invaders. Show me where StarClanâs camp is, and their leaderâs place on the Great Rock,â she spat bitterly.
âBluestar....â Sandstorm began.
But she was too slow in finding her words.
âStarClan is nothing,â The blue queen snarled passionately. âIt doesnât matter where our bodies go. In the ground, in twolegplace, in the belly of a fox. We end up the same way. Dung of some animal - fox, badger, crow, snake, worm...â
âOur Clanmates deserve to be treated with respect!â Sandstorm cried out. What had become of the wise, motherly leader sheâd been born under?
âWhat respect have we left? StarClan has abandoned us. Perhaps StarClan tricked us into thinking they existed at all.â
âBluestar, you canât say that,â Sandstorm mewled. âYou dreamt. You gained nine lives, and lost them. We all saw you.â
âPerhaps I lost consciousness,â Bluestar hissed sourly. âMaybe I was having a mad dream that I whisked up into wishful thinking.â
âIf you speak like this, StarClan wonât allow you in their territory,â Sandstorm warned.
âWhy would I want to go with them?â Bluestar growled. âThey took everything from me. My mother, my sister, my kit- kits.... my chances at being happy, having a mate and settling down. They lied to me. They delivered a prophecy that never came true! Fire will save the Clan. Ptah!â she spat. âAll fire ever did was kill our medicine cat and one of our beloved elders.â
Sandstorm drooped and sat down on her haunches.
Better to change the subject, she decided.
âBramblekit and Tawnykit are overdue to be apprentices,â She said softly.
âOh. The traitorâs spawn,â Bluestar growled.
âItâs been three seasons since Tigerstar set foot on ThunderClan territory! Youâve had Goldenflower blocked up in the nursery for three moons, and every day her kits grow bigger and bigger.â
âTraitors,â Bluestar snarled. âAll of them. If I let them out of this Camp for one second theyâll be gallivanting across the Thunderpath and plotting to kill me.â
Why wouldnât they, if they saw your state? Sandstorm caught herself thinking, and flinched in shock at herself.
âIt was this kind of thinking that got Swiftpaw killed,â Sandstorm mewed. âHe wasnât Tigerstarâs kin at all. And poor Brightpaw... Lostface, I mean.â The name sent a vile wave up her throat that she forced back down. âNeither of them did anything, yet youâre punishing everyone...â
âThunderClan deserves to be punished,â Bluestar growled, âAccording to StarClan. Maybe ThunderClan is doomed to fall.â The old queen slumped back into her nest.
âThunderClan is not doomed to fall!â Sandstorm barked, getting back up on her paws in a frenzy. âThunderClan has survived just as long as all the others. Weâre the strongest and the most diplomatic, and we have the best territory. Our Warrior Ancestors have protected us for this long...â
âDid they protect against the dogs?â Bluestar shrilled, whipping out of her nest and coming nose-to-nose with the warrior. âIf I send out Sootkit right now, to Snakerocks, will he return alive?â
âOf course not,â Sandstorm growled.
âThen are they not punishing him for my mistake?â Bluestar growled. âIf I send a kit into battle and their throat is cut, they are punishing the kit for its leaderâs error. StarClanâs ways are flawed, Sandstorm. Canât you see that?â
The queen began hobbling for the entrance. Sandstorm stopped her with a paw to the tail.
âWhere are you going?â the tabby asked.
âLeaving,â Bluestar growled. âIf I return alive, I will appoint a Deputy. If not, ThunderClan falls by Moonhigh.â
She ripped her tail out from under Sandstormâs claws and raced out of the den, galloping into the fern tunnel and disapearing.
Sandstorm could only watch, slack-jawed, wondering what happened. She turned an ear at the patter of Sootkitâs paws.
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