SHADEPAW
The attack patrol came back unscratched. “Bramblestar,” Lionblaze called. When Bramblestar came out of his den, his tail was drooping. “What happened to him?” Shadepaw asked Jayfeather.
“He got annoyed with Tawnypelt for worrying about ShadowClan. He snapped at her, and Tawnypelt won’t even speak to him now,” Jayfeather answered.
“What happened?” Bramblestar muttered half-heartedly, and almost inaudibly.
Lionblaze exchanged a confused glance with Sandstorm. “Well,” Lionblaze meowed. “They were already gone when we showed up.”
“We’ll worry about this later. Everyone, just let me have a nap,” Bramblestar meowed tersely. He dragged his paws back to his den. “I’d better go fix this,” Shadepaw meowed. “Sorry, Jayfeather, you’ll have to collect goldenrod on your own.”
She padded into Bramblestar’s den without even asking for permission. “Hello, Bluestar,” she meowed.
“Bluestar is dead,” Bramblestar murmured without even lifting his head.
“I know that, mouse-brain! But, according to Graystripe’s stories, Bluestar fell into a deep depression before she died. You’re certainly moping around enough. Do you think Tawnypelt is going to forgive you if you’re just miserable all day?” she asked.
Bramblestar looked at her with sadness in his eyes. “I already said it. What is there I can do?” he asked her.
“Have you ever heard of apologizing?” Shadepaw asked.
A spark of hope flashed in his amber eyes. “Good idea,” he meowed, rising to his feet. “I’ll go do that now.” He padded out of the den.
Shadepaw followed Bramblestar, hiding in the shadows. “Tawnypelt,” Bramblestar meowed.
“What do you want with me? Just leave me alone!” Tawnypelt hissed.
“Please, Tawnypelt, just give me a moment,” Bramblestar pleaded.
“Make it quick!” she spat.
“I’m sorry, Tawnypelt, I really am. I’m sorry about ShadowClan’s problems, but I have to put my Clan first. Can’t you see that?” Bramblestar meowed.
Tawnypelt hesitated. “You always had more loyalty to your Clan than me. I’m sorry that I thought otherwise. Go,” she meowed. “You've made your choice and I’ve made mine.”
“Yours?” Bramblestar echoed.
“Yes,” Tawnypelt answered. “I was never meant to be a ThunderClan cat. I am going to find the fifth Clan you once told me about, what was it called? SunClan? SnowClan? SootClan?”
“SkyClan,” Bramblestar meowed. “Tawnypelt, are you sure?”
Tawnypelt nodded. “Goodbye, Bramblestar,” she said, licking his head.
Bramblestar looked at her, his eyes shining with sadness. “Goodbye, Tawnypelt,” he whispered regretfully. “May StarClan light your path.”
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Warriors: The Unknown Threat Series Book #1: ShadowClan's Threat
RandomIt has been a while since the Clans won the battle against the Dark Forest. ThunderClan is prospering under Bramblestar's leadership and the rest of the Clans have been thriving too. But a strange black liquid is covering ShadowClan's territory, kil...
