Okay. Before I begin, I would like to say this. First off, this is a spin-off sequel to A Scarred Face. If you don't want to have a sequel to A Scarred Face then don't read it as a sequel but a possibility of the future that you don't need to accept. The reason for it being a spin-off sequel is that I wanted to write about the other Brightheart more. Fading Echoes stuff will be in it so I shall be bending time and such. However all the deceased cats will still be deceased. Because of that, there will be allegiances put up so you don't need to go back to the original to check who's gone.

So yeah. This ended up way longer than I wanted it to. I just wanted to say that. Remember. It doesn't have to be a sequel if you don't want to be. And yes, there will be inconstancies because I want Poppyfrost to have kits and names are changed to reflect the actual book and other stuff.

Okay. I'll stop now and let you all enjoy the spin-off sequel to A Scarred Face.

The starry pool glistened in the moonlight, stars dancing on the surface. Around the pool sat a small group of cats, every single one had stars shining off their pelts.

"I can't believe I'm standing here," whispered a ginger splotched she-cat, her face beautiful and unscarred.

"You deserve to be here," said the white she-cat next to her. She licked the ginger splotched she-cat's shoulder. "You fought with everything you had. Now, you will help us with this prophecy."

"I agree," said the ginger tom from the other side of the unscarred she-cat. His green eyes were lit with intelligent. "You protected ThunderClan."

The she-cat looked away from the tom, her green eyes filled with distress. "But I've done horrible things. She did horrible things but I was there. I let it happen. And now…and now." She struggled not to let a sob escape. She did not want to break down in front of them. She sucked in a deep breath. Have to stay strong. Have to stay strong.

A black and white tom placed his tail on her shoulder. He was smaller than the other cats, clearly an apprentice. However the way he held himself and the sparkling stars on his pelt said otherwise. "Brightheart. Do not worry." He locked his amber eyes onto her green ones. "We will not let this tragedy happen. You suffered through one because of the other you but not again."

"Yeah!" agreed a small gray tom with black stripes. "We won't let the clans suffer!"

Brightheart chuckled. The gray tom was swiping at the air, fighting invisible enemies. Her apprentice was always looking out for her. Even here in StarClan. His half sister spent time with him every now and then but Bumblepaw seemed to be attached to Brightheart. Even when Brightheart talked to her friends and family from the past he was always there, waiting for her. Frostfur had told her not to worry about it too much. He was the first of his current family to die and he had felt kinship to Brightheart. He would stop following her around after his family began joining StarClan.

Although she hated to say it, she enjoyed Bumblepaw's company. She may never forgive herself for letting him die but she could make it up to him here in StarClan.

"Good," whispered Frostfur, "You're not upset anymore."

"Let's focus on the problem at paw shall we?" said Firestar. He looked down into the starry pool. Reflecting within it were two young she-cats sleeping side by side.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Frostfur.

Brightheart looked up at her mother. "I have no choice."

Frostfur nodded and stepped back. "Of course."

"We will support you all the way," said Firestar, his eyes filled with warmth. "StarClan will support you."

"Good luck!" yelled Bumblepaw loudly. "Come back soon!" He flinched as Firestar looked at him with amusement. "Sorry," he whispered.

"You can do this," said Swiftpaw. His eyes shone with affection. "I know you can."

Brightheart wondered what would have happened if Swiftpaw had lived the dog attack. Would it mean that she would take him on as a mate instead of Cloudtail? She pushed the thoughts away. Cloudtail probably thought she was a monster at the moment. She just hoped when it was time for him to join her in StarClan he would forgive her, or at least understand what happened.

She took a deep breath and left the pool of water and her friends as she headed down the hill. She would do everything she could. She was the only one who could. She would prevent another tragedy like that happening again!

Far, far, away, where the lights of StarClan could not reach the black trees loomed casting large shadows that seemed to coat the forest floor. Cats writhed in the shadows but she just ignored them all as she walked.

They were nothing compared to her. All they could do was watch. She stopped before a small clearing. Yes. This was the spot she needed to be in. She took a couple steps forward and the scenery around her changed to a beautiful lush field.

Before her were two cats. A young pretty silver and white tabby pinned under a broad shouldered dark brown tom. The tom was speaking to the she-cat but she could not hear what was going on. The tabby released the she-cat and the she-cat dove for him again. It was obviously a training session.

"What brings you here?"

She turned her head for the dark brown tabby had come up on her blind side. He looked like a copy of the cat training the she-cat except for his eyes. "Tigerstar," she said lightly as a greeting.

The huge tabby towered over her but she was not afraid of a cat like him. She would not back down nor show respect to him.

"This is your first time to one of the training sessions," he said. His voice was level and she knew he was trying to figure her out. For the cats of the Dark Forest she was a mystery. Of course Tigerstar knew who she was but he didn't understand why she was here instead of frolicking around StarClan.

"I don't know," she replied, her single eye showing humor. "I guess I just wanted to see one of these training sessions that you talk about." She turned forward to watch the training cats.

The she-cat scrambled away from the tom and said something to him before running away. The tom called something after her before approaching Tigerstar and her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in surprise.

Brightheart sighed in annoyance. "Can't I do anything without questions?"

"Hawkfrost. Let's go," said Tigerstar. He was watching her intently but he made no move to question her. She had proven herself over and over again in the training of the cats of the Dark Forest and unlike Darkstripe she could actually think for herself.

"But…" began Hawkfrost but a look from his father silenced him. He dipped his head. "Alright."

She turned her head to watch the father and son leave as they came. She didn't move until they were finally gone, disappeared back into the world of the Dark Forest. Only then did she relax. "Finally," she said stretching her muscles. "Those toms are ridiculous."

She turned her full attention to the place where the she-cat had gone to. She settled down, sitting in a comfortable position with her tail wrapped around her paws. She would wait and wait until it was time. She had secretly visited the other alive cats that Tigerstar and Hawkfrost have been training but she was the only one that the she-cat knew would work. After all, her blood did flow through that cat's veins.

"Well ThunderClan?" she asked the sky. "What are you going to do about this one?"

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