Fawnpelt

Bluestar gracefully slid through the trees of her forest home.  She walked alone that night.  Not one clan member could see her now as she struggled to even breath.  Her heart felt as if it had been torn right out of her chest and she dimly remembered Snowfur as she crossed the path  they had used right before fighting a group of ShadowClan cats that led to her death by the road.  Bluestar was almost used to the empty, sinking feeling she got every time she remembered her sister… …her mother… …Mosskit… …Thrushpelt… …Sunstar… …Redtail… Bluestar had learned to deal with this pain, but

            Mistyfoot stared at her adopted mother, her eyes wide. “The scent of Th-ThunderClan? You're sure?” It was Fireheart who had given voice to the question. Mistyfoot pressed herself against him, feeling faint with shock. Graypool nodded, looking increasingly uncomfortable. Mistyfoot dug her claws into the ground, grasping for something solid to cling to. Then Fireheart's voice whispered in her ear. “It's okay. We'll figure it out together.” Mistyfoot felt as if his voice was pulling her out of murky water. Her sight cleared, and Fireheart's warm green eyes were staring into hers, full of concern. Mistyfoot took a