GUYS! CHILL OUT! This isn't a one shot story!

Sorry Bluestar had to die, but if she didn't the story would end there.

It was three whole days after Bluestar had died, and now Firestar was on his way back from the Moonstone to share tongues with StarClan and receive his nine lives. Bluestar had warned him of a new prophecy. She said that "Sun and Moon will meet in battle, over a battle to prove loyalty to the clan. One will Both will survive, one will go away." Firestar was still trying to figure this out. What did she mean?

He had reached the camp, to find it filled with cats, just like it would be on a normal day. Nothing had gone wrong. And now, the time had come to appoint a new deputy. He had wanted to make Graystripe or Sandstorm, but he had someone better in mind. A much more experienced warrior.

He leaped on top of the Highrock, and with as much pride as he could have he said,

"All cats of Thunderclan who are old enough to catch your own prey, gather around the Highrock."

Every cat that was over six moons old gathered around the Highrock in dead silence.

"It is time to appoint a new deputy. I have thought long and hard to decide on who my deputy will be, and finally at last, I have made my decision. StarClan grant that I made the right decision, my deputy will be Whitestorm."

Whitestorm stared blankly at Firestar, as if he couldn't belive what he had just heard. Everyone of the cats around the Highrock gasped, as they obviously though he would choose Graystripe, who had been his best friend since he had first joined the clan, and he was the first clan cat that he had ever seen from any clan.

At last, Whitestorm regained his composure and joined Firestar on top of the rock.

"Thank you Firestar. I will be the greatest deputy I can be for you. Once again, thank you."

Firestar nodded his head and said you're welcome, and he still stood on the rock, as he was about to prepare to announce two more things, two things that the clan must need to know.

They were murmuring about the decision to make Whitestorm the new deputy. At last, everyone looked at Firestar still looking down on them from the rock. More murmurs followed, then silence.

"Thunderclan, I have news of Bluestar's murderer. There have been several rumors of who it was, ut I am here to clear things up for you. I saw here murderer murder her. I saw that backstabbing, btraying, monster of a cat. It was Tigerstar who murdered her."

Shocked gasps arose from the sea of cats. Yes, it was an obvious cat to pick, yet nobody thought that Tigerstar would murder anybody unless he really needed to. This was the brave warrior that stood with Lionheart and Whitestorm as the three most experienced warriors when Firestar had been brought into the clan. He was viewed as a wise hero, not a betraying murderer. Firestar had understood why it was hard for them to believe that this once legendary cat that had been looked up to would murder one of his best friends. His own former leader, for whom he was the deputy of once.

"I know," Firestar began.

"That it's hard to believe, but you must be aware of Tigerstar at all times. If you see him doing something he shouldn't be doing, report to me immediately. But now, for some good news for once.

Sandstorm and I are proud to announce that our two kits are six moons old, and that they will be trained."

The two orange kits behind Firestar stepped up in front of the crowd and silently looked on, frightened, at how many cat's attention was trained on them.

He called the one on his right up. The cat stepped up, and Firestar said

"Warrior ancestors, I hope that you accept this kit into becoming a warrior."

There was a crack of lightning, then silence.

"Alright then. This cat shall from now on be called Rocketpaw."

The cat on his left came up. He looked a little more like Firestar than Sandstorm, as appose to Rocketpaw.

He did the ceremony, and after that he said,

"Very well, this apprentice will from now on be known as Sunpaw."

And now it was time for the biggest announcement, the one that only he knew, but now everyone would know. Should I tell them that the kits' father is Tigerstar, or do they really need to know.

"Cats of Thunderclan I have one more announcement to make. Before Bluestar died, she told me something that none of us cats had known. None of us would even guess that she did what she did. During her depression, she had kits. They are six moons old now, and she says that they must be trained immediately."

The other two kittens were right behind him as well. No one would guess that Tigerstar is their father, as they both have the blue coat of their mother.

He called the one on his right.

"...This cat from now on will be known as Moonpaw."

Then the one to his right, and after he asked StarClan to admit this apprentice, he was going to announce the name when somebody spoke up from the crowd.

"Who is their father?" Asked Dustpelt.

Firestar hesitated, and finally he decided that no one needed to know. It shall be kept as a secret.

"I don't know. Bluestar never said. She only told them how old they were and that they must be trained immediately."

"Who will be their mentors?"

It took Firestar some time to remember that Bluestar had wanted him a Graystripe to train the apprentices.

"Right, she told me one more thing. She sort of picked the mentors for me. She said that she wanted the kits to be trained by Graystripe and me."

"That takes care of that, but then who will mentor you and Sandstorm's kits?"

"Well, Graystripe and I cannot do it, but Sandstorm, Dustpelt, will you take the honors of mentoring my two kits?"

Both of the cats nodded their head and said thanks.

"But now, this cat shall be named. This cat will be my apprentice. She will from now on be known as..."

There was a dead silence over the forest, and the only sound you could here was the wind blowing against the trees.

"Bluepaw."