A new beginning

New information(Chapter thirteen)

There was a yowl in the middle of the night as Heronstar arose from his sleep. He yawned as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cave. He sat up and ruffled out his pelt before emerging from the cave he called his den.

He got outside and saw the scene before him.

Milo and Weaselfur were wrestling with the tom he had captured the previous day. He felt the rain and remembered it was raining hard. "How did he escape?!" He yowled over the thunder as the wind picked up.

Sunstorm ran over with Lightningfur and Gingerfoot. "I was going to use the dirt place when I heard him climbing out. I rushed over but by the time I made it there, he was in the camp and Milo and Weaselfur were fighting him." The golden tom rushed out.

Gingerfoot lowered his head delivering the bad news. "The loner managed to hurt Thornkit. Silverfall doesn't want to let him go."

The cold rain didn't stop Heronstar from feeling any colder as his blood stopped. His eyes swept over the warriors in front of him as he stared before he rushed over to the medicine den.

He pushed his way past Dawnpool and Lilystream. They both backed out of the den giving their leader and medicine cat space.

Heronstar saw the faint rise of Thornkit's stomach and heard the shallow breathing. Silverfall leaned over him whispering to her only kit softly. He padded over giving her comfort as she sobbed into his shoulder and yowling. "He's gone now isn't he??" He muttered lowly as she nodded.

"StarClan why?! It was supposed to be me! You all know it!" She cried hysterically.

Heronstar mewed softly in her ear, licking her pelt and soothing her.

He was roughly shoved aside as Silverfall made her way outside. He followed her but when he made it to the entrance, he saw her tail heading outside of camp. The rain didn't make it any better as he couldn't track her scent and he let her go.
He knew she was dealing with the death of their son in a different way.

His pelt was drenched as he made his way to the clearing seeing Milo and Weaselfur holding the loner down.
He padded up and hit the tom multiple times and the loner cried out in pain.
"Why'd you do it?!" His voice carried across the clearing and you could hear the pain and sorrow in it. "He was so young, ready to live his life and you took it away like he was nothing. For that you die!"

The loner eyes grew wide and he scrambled to get away but to no avail. Weaselfur despite his old age had great strength as he held him down. Heronstar drew back his right paw, claws unsheathed, and brought it down with such force that it snapped the tom neck.

Blood spurted out and Brindlepaw screamed loudly witnessing the exchange. Whiteheart and Nightwing came over consoling her and leading her away from the scene.

"At dawn we're leaving Weaselfur. It'll be us and the apprentices," Weaselfur nodded as Heronstar turned to Stormclaw. "Carry on what we talked about. The rest of you get rest. Lilystream may you go find Silverfall??"

The brown tabby nodded as the rain fell harder than it previously was.
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At dawn, Heronstar went to the apprentice den waking them up and padding to the entrance. The rain had slowed down and now was drizzling.

He saw Lilystream carry some poppy seeds and thyme to the medicine den. A few moments later she came out. He called her over. "How's she doing??"