Just felt like doing a one shot. When Bluestar went bonkers, I always wondered what went through her head. Here's my interpretation.

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Look at them stare at me, eyes blazing with hatred and accusation. Watch them walk around, talking amongst themselves. Whispering about me, as if I'm the traitor, when truly it is they.

Watch as my deputy comes in, listen to him spill his nonsense. He fakes innocence. He is not innocent, I can see it in his eyes. My own deputy is a traitor.

Sleep is no escape from my nightmarish reality. I am haunted, tortured. Even StarClan has forsaken me. When at last I die, leaving this Clan of traitors behind, I know I will be in the Dark Forest.

They are gathering now. Something important has happened. A cat has died. My traitorous deputy rallies them up, picks out a few cats, and off they go.

Let them go. Let them die the death a traitor deserves.

I don't know how long it has been since they left. Something in my broken head has been nagging for me to follow them, follow them. Fine, I think. If only you stop nagging.

I stand up. I am fur and bones, a skeleton of a cat. I leave silently, swiftly. The scent trail is easy to follow. Traitors have a particularily strong scent.

I hear a yowl. I step out of a bush and find myself at the gorge. There, my traitorous deputy is being tossed around by a dog. I look up. He is there. He is behind all of this.

"No!"

I jump forward. He will pay! My deputy is not a traitor! My Clan aren't traitors, nor is StarClan! He is the traitor!

I hit the dog square in the side, and it drops my loyal deputy. I shove harder. The dog is slipping, useless claws scrabbling. I turn to look at him, basking in the astonishment written all over his scarred, cruel face.

"Bluestar!"

My loyal deputy yowls. I wonder why. I feel something on my leg, an intense weight. Suddenly, I am falling. The dog has taken me with it. I look up. My deputy's horror-struck face meets my calm gaze. I watch as a few more stupid dogs leap after their leader.

Then I hit the water. It is cold, so cold. I've never been so cold. This is my punishment for shutting out StarClan. I am sinking. My legs are useless, they do not move. The water is dark, so dark. I am calm. I shut my eyes. My time is over.

A strong grip closes on my scruff. I know by a flash of ginger fur it is my loyal deputy. He falters, lets go. Another cat latches on. I am confused. Is it him? It can't be. He already tried to kill me once.

I am on shore now. Faces peer down at me. Three of them. I am weak, oh so weak. One of them speaks. It is my kit. My kits have saved me.

"Forgive me."

It is hard to say. I am hurt physically and emotionally. My kits think my words over. The she-cat speaks first. Her brother mirrors her.

"We forgive you."

I can die in peace. I am loved. My eyes are shutting. It feels nice to rest. I hear my deputy yowling, but it is more like a whisper. Then I am gone.

I open my eyes. Cats surround me. Every cat I have ever known smiles down at me. Oakheart steps forward.

"Welcome home, Bluestar."

And I know that I am home.