Brambleclaw sat, stunned. How could this be? His leader, Firestar, dead? Dead? In StarClan?
Cats were heading to Jayfeather, getting wounds treated. Jayfeather was anxiously cataloging herbs and giving each cat what they needed. He was crabby, as always. Sandstorm was absolutely ballistic, hugging her mate's cold body. Graystripe and Dustpelt tried to pry her away, but the she-cat refused to budge. Ultimately, they sat down near her and tried to calm her.
Brambleclaw shook his head, trying to empty it. He already knew he had chosen Squirrelflight as his deputy. He had forgiven her so quickly…He wondered if that was wise.
Brambleclaw decided that first of all, he needed to take Jayfeather aside and tell him that he was heading to the Moonpool.
He walked up to the den. "Jayfeather?"
Jayfeather's voice, perpetually irritable, sounded. "Yes?"
Brambleclaw pretended Jayfeather had said, "Come in," and pushed past the ferns. He quickly told Jayfeather about his plans and left.
The forest was quieting down, getting ready for the night. He sighed, breathing in the fresh air.
He treaded apprehensively along the path to the Moonpool, inscribed with paw prints. "How did these even get here?" he wondered. "Was some cat fool enough to slam their paws into the stone?"
(But seriously, how are the pawprints there? 0.o)
Brambleclaw suddenly came upon the starry pool, in which he, bit by bit, dipped his brown paw.
A rush of stars came upon him and he woke up in a clearing of StarClan.
AN: I know it's short. Don't kill me! :D