A/N:

Hey! I recommend listening to Sparrows - Jason Gray (my favorite) or Without You - King & Country before, while or after your reading. Enjoy!

-Diana

ThunderClan

Silverpelt's carpet of stars splashing across the night sky. A soft breeze caressed the forest, whispering through the woods. The atmosphere was crisp and fresh, a refreshment to those who dwell among the trees. The moon was a thin, curved line, shining despite it's size. Sparrowleaf stared at the splendor of the sky and felt the gentle strokes of the wind.

"How about three kits?" asked her mate, Scorchwhisper. Sparrowleaf thought it over. "Maybe. We'll let StarClan decide." She nuzzled her mate's cheek. His tail stroked her white-black streaked fur, purring. "You really think StarClan controls the amount of kits you'll have?"

"Maybe. They led us to each other didn't they?" answered Sparrowleaf.

"Scorchwhisper? Sparrowleaf?" a shocked mew startled them both. Nightfang, a dark-furred tom stared at them. "Nightfang?" asked Scorchwhisper. "Go back to camp. I need to talk to him," mewed Nightfang to Sparrowleaf. She nodded and left. A few minutes later, she heard the strained cry of her mate. She raced back to the meadow.

But it was too late.

Upon her horror, she found Scorchwhisper, a pool of blood surrounding his neck. His handsome brown eyes were glazed. Nightfang had vanished, but Sparrowleaf didn't notice. Sparrowleaf let out a grief-stricken yowl and anger sparked in her. Rage burned and all hope for sense was lost. Sparrowleaf glared at the sky, the stars shining brighter. The lights twinkled, as if laughing at the tragic event that had just happened. Sparrowleaf felt tears bubble in her eyes.

"How dare you!" screamed Sparrowleaf, rage boiling inside. "How dare you let my mate die!"

StarClan let this happen, thought Sparrowleaf. They let Scorchwhisper leave me. Our future is gone. Our dreams are gone.

A disgust sprouted in Sparrowleaf. A grudge entered her heart. Despair and grief clung to her like burrs. She sat there, in the wind-blown meadow, where Scorchwhisper spent his last moments with her, sitting in vigil. At dawn, she left her mate's body broken, bruised and hungry for revenge. She would despise StarClan for as long as she lived.

But one question remained at the back of her mind, pricking her, nagging her, poking her.

Is StarClan really to blame?