Tigerclaw licked the blood from his muzzle quickly.
He glanced backwards at Blustar's body.
She was killed by Green-cough. He reminded himself.
The large tom left the den and called out to the clan.
"Bluestar is dead. I believe she has died of Green-cough." Tigerclaw announced.
The clan gasped.
Tigerclaw faked a sigh. "I will travel to the moonstone now."
Tigerclaw flattened his ears against the roaring wind.
They were on Windclan territory, heading for the mountains.
"Did Bluestar really die of Green-cough?" Darkstripe asked, scanning the vast moor for any signs of Windclan.
Tigerclaw coughed several times before answering.
"Only Starclan knows. And me." The soon-to-be leader flashed a sly grin at his companion.
The duo stopped in a small alcove that had been worn into the mountain-side for the night.
"Tigerclaw..." Darkstripe asked, looking at the warrior.
"Your not getting scared, are you?" Tigerclaw growled.
Darkstripe shook his head. "No. Just that, you were around Bluestar for a bit...and umm..."
Tigerclaw growled again. "What?"
Darkstripe sighed. "You were coughing earlier."
Tigerclaw swatted his ear. "I do not have green-cough!"
In the morning Darkstripe awoke to a still, cold body.
"I warned you." He muttered.
Darkstripe returned to the clan and told them all that Tigerclaw had died.
The clan looked to Lionheart, who they thought would make a perfect leader.
And so Thunderclan was now led by Lionstar.
