"Welcome back, Webstar," Owlfeather greeted. "How was it?"
"Excellent," Webstar replied with a sly smile. "I have rightfully received my nine lives from the Moonpool, and I am now the leader of ShadowClan."
Owlfeather nodded. Hesitantly, she asked, "What of ThunderClan?"
"The scouts haven't bothered to go near the times I've asked," Webstar snorted as he walked to his new den. "I don't know how many times I've sent them out to see what they're up to, but no, they think it's too dangerous to leave."
"They still go out on patrols," Owlfeather pointed out. "They still hunt and get herbs for Crowwatcher and Heatherpelt when they need to."
"They have grown to be lazy," Webstar retorted, sitting down inside the leader's den.
"What about Half-Sight?" Owlfeather inquired.
"What about the old hack?"
"Do you trust him?"
Webstar was silent, and Owlfeather thought she may have finally knocked some sense into him, but his reply was confident and unwavering. "Yes. He's the only cat I can trust other than you."
Owlfeather let out a helpless sigh. "For the Clan's sake, I hope you know what you're doing," she whispered to herself as she left.
Could Webstar truly live with himself after banishing his own brother from the Clan so long ago? After feeding a traitor from another Clan?
I hope, for all our sakes, that he gains some commonsense. Or else he will be nothing more than a scrap of crow-food by the time Greenleaf comes.
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Warriors | A Prophecy Reborn: Book 3. (A Dead Star)
FanficWhitestripe has always been seen as stuck-up and described by her siblings and friends as slightly too responsible. Whitestripe has never denied the fact either. But troubles rise in the Lake as newer mysteries unfold. Stonestar loses his final life...
