Looking up at her warrior ancestors, Bluestar imagined her kin among the stars. She wondered if Mosskit was with her mother and sister. Looking up at silverpelt she could almost see their gentle smiles and their starry fur. For a moment they were with her, their pelts up against hers. They shielded her from the chilly leaf-fall night. But their warmth left as sudden as they came, leaving Bluestar to wonder if they were even there at all.
The memories of them almost made Bluestar forget her troubles. Almost. She lifted her chin and closed her eyes. She sent a silent prayer Please Starclan tell me what I should do. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of pawsteps. The scent of her medicine cat, Spottedleaf, filled the air. Bluestar sighed, suppressing her irritation from being interrupted. "How's Mousefur?"
"She's recovering well" Spottedleaf padded up to where Bluestar sat. Spotteleaf sat so close to her that their pelts brushed. Bluestar's nose filled with the scents of herbs and poultices. "I smell that you've been in the medicine cat's den all day" Bluestar said with a hint of bitterness.
The medicine cat tipped her head "You seem troubled Bluestar, what's wrong?" Spottedleaf asked, her voice filled with concern.
As if you don't know. "Thunderclan suffered a defeat in it's own territory" Bluestar replied coldly. Spottedleaf let out a soft purr "It was just sunningrocks Bluestar, the clan will survive. I'm just grateful that no one was seriously hurt."
"It's not just about injuries. This battle was a sign of Thunderclan weakness, we don't nearly have enough kits in the nursery" Bluestar worries grew. Now that she said her fears out loud, it made them seem all the more real.
"Kits will come with warmer weather" Spottedleaf replied, still as calm as when she first walked into the clearing.
Bluestar fur bristled how could she be so optimistic at a time like this? The medicine cat put her tail on Bluestar's shoulder. "Is this why your out?" Spottedleaf asked "To talk to Starclan?".
Bluestar nodded "They refuse to help, have you gotten any dreams Spottedleaf?".
"Not from them" Spottedleaf said slowly. "But Bluestar, we aren't kits. Starclan can't tell us how to get out of every little conflict sometimes we have to" suddenly Spottedleaf stopped. Bluestar turned to her to see Spottedleaf's eyes wide with terror. She could feel the medicine cat shaking violently. Bluestar let out a small gasp as she realized that Spottedleaf was receiving a prophecy.
So they do want to help. A triumphant feeling washed over her. The spasms suddenly stopped leaving Spottedleaf collapsed on the ground, rapidly gulped in air. Bluestar felt a stab of sympathy for the tortoishell she-cat. Why hadn't they waited until she asleep until they talked to her? Bluestar waited until the she-cat caught her breath. "I got a message from Starclan" Spottedleaf announced still shaking.
Bluestar heart beat faster as she continued. "I saw this fire" she explained "Cats were trapped on this small patch of sand completely surrounded by the flames" Spottedleaf voice trembled with fear, as if she was among the trapped cats. "But then it started to rain and the cats were saved. Then I heard a voice call to me, it said 'The storm will save our clan'".
Angrer burned Bluestar nose to tail tip. "Why are they being so vague, why don't they just tell us?" Bluestar clawed at the earth.
"It is not our place to know Starclan's wisdom. The important thing is Thunderclan will be fine." The medicine got up and back to the direction of the camp. When Bluestar didn't follow, she beckoned to Bluestar with her tail "Come to bed Bluestar, starting tomorrow we're going to have to be on look out for the storm."