'I don't care.' She finds it difficult to speak. She is trembling gently, her eyes unfocused and cloudy. Before her lay a beautiful cinder-gray she-cat, her white chest stained with blood. Her mother. With her blue eyes like icy lakes that couldn't see anymore. Anyone could see the misery on the cat's face as she stared at her dead mother. The sadness carved in this young face. These azure blue eyes, looking so much like the body's beside her, like pools to her soul, they reflect what she feels. Or not, as the pain this cat is so intense that her eyes would have ruptured to bring it back totally from the sea that is her heart. And she feels anger as well. She feels destroyed, wrecked, torn. She's feeling her rage consuming her as fire, burning her to ashes. That's ironic, as it is her name.

'I won't care anymore if anyone dies. I'm dead as well.' The cat wonders what revenge tastes like. Bittersweet ? No. But just sweet ? Yes. But then she thinks of her mother again. How she would show her disapointment in her daughter. How she would be. Suddenly, the cat hears something.

« What about your sister ? How do you know she's safe from dying like that as well ? »

Cinderstream !

And then the memory swirled to black. The cat felt her grief, she wanted revenge all right. Not killing. Not if her sister was involved. Her sister was the only thing she had left. She had to stop. Now.

'Ashheart ? What are you thinking of ?'

'Who killed Snowwhisker ? And…Willowfall ?' The cinder gray she-cat, swishing her white tail, nearly choked. Her azure blue eyes spoke her sadness.

'Oh Ashheart.' Cinderstream leaned close to her sister.

'Cinderstream. You are my only sister. Please, don't try to come and help me investigate these murders. If we have to never see each other again…'

'Ashheart, shut up.' Cinderstream adviced her sister. 'I am coming. When death happens, I want to live it with you.' Cinderstream's emerald green eyes glistened.

'No.'

'Yes. We are both Willowfall's daughters. She's named after a tree, right ? When she died, it was like she caught fire. All that's left of her is us. Cinder and ashes.'

'Exactly. What I'm trying to say is for her spirit to live, her cinders have to stay. But her ashes can be swept away, who cares ?'

Ashheart felt her heart break as she thought of Icewind.

'Look at me. There is murder going on here. While you're trying to put me off it, maybe someone is being murdered, Ashheart. Murdered.'

'But that…'

'We are sisters. And we are one. We are Willowfall's cinders and ashes.'

'What if you die ?'

'That, my dear sister, is a what if.'

That was when Ashheart realised that her heart had accepte dit. She loved her sister, she did so. If she were to die… Cinderstream would as well. One can't live without the other. Her heart swelled and her eyes shined. She looked at the familiar trees. She looked at the sky where Willowfall was watching them. And she replied yes.

The willow's cinders,

The willow's ashes,

Together will fight the threat.

Blood will flow, but never stain nether the cinders and ashes,

But as they thrive they'll face it.

Light or dark ?

Maybe they will realise,

That neither of them is,

But others might be.

This is a spoiler to my new story, Cinders and Ashes, that will come out in May/June/July... Or sooner! Please review if you want to know what's going on in ThundeClan... Or the whole story, who knows?