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Bluefur launched herself in front of her hits before Oakheart could take them. “I-I can’t! I’m sorry!” she wailed, before lifting her head to the sky. “StarClan, I’m so sorry…” Oakheart met her gaze. “StarClan will forgive you. They are your kits, after all.” Bluefur shook her head sadly, flinching away from his amber stare. “That’s not it. This never should have happened! If you join ThunderClan you’ll be an outcast. Everyone will hate you, like they did Pinestar. Is that what you want?” she murmured, and he nodded. “Bluefur, you’ll be there. That’s all I want, and StarClan can’t judge for love.” She nodded in agreement hesitantly, before a sweet scent engulfed her blue silhouette. Snowfur! It was joined soon by two others, and Bluefur rejoiced when she scented Mosskit. You got there safely, little one! I’m so sorry… she found herself pleading for mercy with her dead kit. It’ll be alright. I’m fine here, mama. Bluefur found herself relaxing. “Come, Oakheart. Let us stay out once more in the still of night. Maybe StarClan will send a si-” her jaws gaped in a yawn before she continued. “Sign.” He nodded and she picked Stonekit up by his scruff, motioning for Oakheart to pick up Mistykit. “I’m gunna beat those ShadowClan cats if they follow us,” Stonekit murmured sleepily, and Bluefur felt her heart warm at the kit’s comment. She placed him down on the ground, winding twigs and leaves together to form a temporary nest beneath the Great Rock. She placed her kits in, then curled around them to shield them from the snow. She closed her own eyes, waiting for sleep to come.
Bluefur was in the river, paws flailing to get to the surface. Water will destroy you! Goosefeather’s prophecy echoed in her mind. Swallowing water, she was dragged under the surface and felt it clog her throat. “Oakheart!” she called, but suddenly scarlet blood gushed out from her outstretched claws, steady trickles of red turning into sheets of the thick liquid, and a brown body washed by her, after a small grey bundle, followed by the wet bundles of all she had loved and lost. Snowfur, Moonflower, Sweetpaw, Mosskit, and other bodies she did not recognise plugged the river until she was drowned in blood. Water will destroy you!
Bluefur’s eyes snapped open. She found herself panting, and the water still seemed around her body and encasing her. She wrapped her tail around her kits, but the tang of death still bathed her tongue. She found her mouth dry as ever, though, and she was fully awake. Only then did she notice that one of her kits were cold as stone and unmoving. She leapt to her paws, nudging the grey she with her nose before burying her nose in her fur. It felt wet, and she couldn’t forget the dream she had had. She felt her eyes cloud with grief, and the fragile kit swam in front of her. ‘N-no… Mistykit, get up! You have to be alright! Not you too…” her voice died away and she felt a tail on her shoulder. “She’s in StarClan.” Oakheart stood behind her, and his voice was edged with sadness. “Mama? What happened? Did the ShadowClan cats come?” she whirled around blindly. “S-she’s dead!” she turned and hared into the forest, feeling Oakheart’s understanding gaze follow her. She didn’t look back, but started to stumble and then came to a halt. She found herself in ShadowClan territory, and heard a sneering voice behind her. “What are you doing here?” she turned to see two cats stalking towards her. “I asked you what you were doing here.” She shook her head.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cross over.” She mewed dully.
“What’s your excuse?”
“My kit just died.” That silenced the warriors, and she started to recognise their faces. One was Raggedpelt, and the other was the medicine cat, Yellowfang. “I’m going to Mothermouth.” The words tumbled out of her mouth, and Raggedpelt nodded stiffly. “We’ll escort you to the border.” He mewed, but Bluefur suspected they didn't entirely believe her. She started to make her way to the towering cliff. Starting to jog, then running flat out, she made her way to the Moonstone before she screeched to a halt beside it. Padding into the tunnel, she kept on until the cave widened and the shadowy edge of the moonstone came into view. She put her nose on the quartz and closed her eyes, feeling the ground fall from beneath her paws and the shapes of cats coming into view. Her mother, sister and kits were sitting together, and she rushed toward them. “Mistykit! I’m so sorry!” They didn’t seem to take any notice, until a red-brown shape came behind her. Traitor. It was Pinestar. StarClan had accepted him after all, then. “Why are you here?” he asked gently, and she felt her anger dissolve and become loneliness. “To see my daughter. I owe her a goodbye.” Pinestar shook his head. “You do not belong here now. Later, when you will blaze through the forest. But not now.” His words faded and she found herself back in the cave. Sighing heavily and still not content, she trekked back to Fortress, seeing the familiar pelt of her mate. "L-let's go." she muttered distractedly, and walked slowly to the ThunderClan camp. Seeing Oakheart heave her remaining kit onto his back made Bluefur whimper. She slunk through the tall, thick trees and along the riverbed. By the time Bluefur finally reached camp, her tail was dragging behind her and leaving a trail in the fresh snow. Sunstar leapt down from the highrock. "Bluefur, where the hell have you been? The dawn patrol left wi-" he broke off, suddenly seeing the sullen expression on Bluefur's face. "What's wrong?" he asked, but she was cut off by a screech. Whipping around, she saw Thistleclaw launch himself at a familiar figure. "No!" Bluefur yowled, but Thistleclaw cast a look to Sunstar. "Intruder! She brung filthy RiverClan crow-food into... camp!" and suddenly, the whole clan was staring at Bluefur with hate and anger.
"Exile her!"
"Kill her!"
"I trusted you!" Whitepaw's mew was the most heartbreaking. Bluefur could see Thrushpelt's face in front of the nursery. Sunstar also looked at her with curiosity and anger on his usually kind face. "Is this true?" he asked, and Bluefur nodded sadly. Sunstar's eyes widened, but he continued in a steady tone. "I will give you another chance, however you must prove yourself." Bluefur's eyes sparked with gratitude, and her tail shot up. She started to speak to her clan. "ThunderClan, I would like to say sorry. I was wrong, and I know that. But I loved him, I couldn't help it. and... I was going to give them to him, let them grow up in RiverClan. But I couldn't... I didn't have the heart. I'm sorry, Sunstar." her tail had dropped and her eyes glistened with sadness. Sunstar seemed sympathetic, but asked, "Why did you want to give up your kits?" Bluefur glared at the old medicine cat and Sunstar dipped his head understandingly. "T-there was this prophecy..." she ignored Goosefeather's warning look. "And it said that... water will destroy me. And it meant I could not have kits." Sunstar was about to reply, when Bluestar's eyes suddenly went wild. Within seconds, she had launched herself at Goosefeather. "You killed my mother and my kits! You monster!" the frail medicine cat struggled out of her grip. Thistleclaw looked at his leader. "What do I do with him?" he asked, motioning to Oakheart. "He wanted to join our clan." Bluefur stated. That silenced the clan, but young Tigerpaw spoke up. "No! Why would we accept him?" He launched himself at Oakheart, and Thistleclaw charged in after him. Sunstar called for them to stop, but they did not listen, and Oakheart's eyes glazed over. "No!" Bluestar murmured, ridden by even more grief. She could not see in front of her, and felt as if the thorn barrier was closing in on her small body when she heard Oakheart's last words before he went to join StarClan.
"I will look after our kits, Bluefur. I am sorry I could not stay with you, my love." the she-cat collapsed onto the snow, not having the energy to go on. Her eyes were blank and sad, and the ground swam in front of her. She turned and ran out of camp, calls following her until she finally passed out, somewhere far from clan territory.
She slept for ages, and neared to joining her sister, mate and kits, when she finally woke up. She was greeted by the sound of two young cats arguing, their mews echoing off the tall walls of what seemed like a cave. She listened for a while, to the two remarks bouncing back and forth. Most were centred around her, but some were debates about who were to go hunting, who were to get the juiciest prey. The pawsteps carried toward her, and she felt a cold nose nudging her. Stretching open her eyes, she saw two young kits, around six to seven moons. One of the kit's faces lit up in delight.
"She's awake! Fawn, she's awake!"
"No way. Lemme see! lemme see!" the smaller one padded up to her. "Who are you? where are you from?" she asked. Bluefur opened her mouth but no words came out. She attempted to heave herself up, but collapsed back to the ground after the world span in circles. "Where is your mother?" she managed to croak, and the two shared a look. She looked to the front of the cave, where vines coated the hole. "She's out hunting." the two chorused, and Fawn sat up. "Are you thirsty? Hungry?" she questioned, and Bluefur felt herself nodding. Fawn and her brother got up and dragged a wad of soaked moss towards the parched she-cat. Bluefur lapped at the moss thankfully, although her breath was rattled, gasped out as if it was painful to just inhale. Oh, but it was, it was intolerable, like you would never dream, every breath feeling as though it was slicing open her side and drawing blood, closing as the being exhaled but a re-opened wound at every breath. Suddenly a shadow fell against Bluefur's body, and a rogue padded into the den. The two kits ran to the adult, purring. That must be their mother! Bluefur realised, through a dazed head. Soon, the mother had made her way over to the grey she-cat, bringing a juicy-looking piece of vole, along with some herbs. Bluefur dipped her head gratefully, nibbling the vole with tiny bites and swallowing the herbs, before passing out again. Her sleep wasn't peaceful, however...
Bluefur woke in a tall forest, water dotting the plains and dark clouds hanging in the dark sky. The ground was stained red, and distant yowls of battling cats could be heard. On closer inspection, the leaves were made of a watery... red substance, and the pools of water were gleaming with blood. She called out to the group of cats, but none took any notice. She padded forward, making out the pattern of Thistleclaw's pelt... He would be Thistlestar, now, she realised sadly. A sweet scent wrapped around her body, and she turned to see the starry outline of Sunstar. She turned to her old leader, seeking guidance. Sunstar looked at her sadly, and replied, "The forest is being led into destruction, thanks to Thistlestar's rule." she hissed, stepping forward and touching her nose to Bluefur's. "I give you the strength to continue." Life shot through her pelt, and after a few seconds she stepped back gingerly, sleek head still down, her paw landing in a puddle. The red blood crept up her paw, up to her shoulders and slowly encased her body. She found herself struggling to breathe, waking up panting and curled in a tight ball, pelt still wet. Her blue eyes hardened and she found herself sitting up, strong as ever, head cleared.
"I must stop Thistlestar."

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