Really Super SORRY! Got caught up in school work and all that stuff. To Go Cats 27, Blackstar is dead dead. Like, in StarClan/ Dark Forest dead. Not sure where to put him. If you've got an opinion on that, tell me in the review. Please enjoy this installment of Deceived.

~Brightsun

(Brightheart)

I tried to calm down and regain my senses. But it bugged me that everyone stared. It was really starting to annoy me. Everyone was just sitting there, like they expect Cloudtail to fly down. I erupted.

"Don't just sit there like moonstruck rabbits! Do something." I yowled.

Everyone jumped a bit, like they forgot someone who cared was there. Dovepaw stared long and hard at the ledge. Her ears perked. She inched towards Jayfeather and said mewed something into his ear, before going back to her mother and Ivypaw.

"I think he's alive," Jayfeather mewed. "But our problem is getting him down."

"The tree!" Ivypaw blurted. "We haven't cleared out any of the branches. We could send Spiderleg or Rosepetal up to get him."

"That's a fantastic idea, Ivypaw," Cinderheart praised.

I watched anxiously as Rosepetal climbed up and grabbed my mate, and then climbed down, hopping like a squirrel on the rough bark. As soon as Rosepetal touched the ground, I raced over, grabbing Jayfeather's tail in my jaws and dragged him with me.

"We need to get him to my den," Jayfeather meowed, attempting to sound as calm as any cat could in this situation.

Squirrelflight hoisted him onto her shoulders, me stabilizing in the back. By the time we were halfway there, her shoulders were drenched in his blood. Poppyfrost and Daisy held open the bramble screen. They backed away, leaving us alone in the den with Jayfeather. The moss he was laying on was already a bit brown with the crossing colors of green and red crossing.

"Brightheart!" Jayfeather hissed. "Get goldenrod, water-soaked moss, dock, a thick stick, and some ragwort leaves!"

I almost didn't hear him, to focused on watching Cloudtails's white fur go pink, then dark ginger with the rapid blood flow. But then I registered what he said and scrambled off to retrieve everything, anything, that would help him.

Coming back with everything needed, I asked, "How long until he wakes up?"

Jayfeather sighed, massaging the top of his head with a paw. "Could be tomorrow, could be within the next quarter-moon, could be a whole moon itself."

(Cloudtail)

My eyes fluttered open. I groaned, expecting to feel pain, but feel nothing. I get to my snowy paws. I observe my surroundings. Tall grass and boulders. Prey-filled trees. This isn't ThunderClan! Where's Blackstar? I padded around, trying to make sense of things and establish where I was.

A silver star shoots down and lands in the grass, turning the daylight to moonlight, and coating the ground in silvery-white frost. It shimmers and begins to stretch and push itself into a cat shape. As the color and shape took place I gasped.

"Brindleface!" I stammer.

Wh-whe-WHEN... No HOW did she get here? She bounded over and pressed her muzzle lightly into my fur, making me feel like a kit again. I expect her touch to be cold and icy, but it's warm.

"Oh, Cloudtail," She whispered with a voice weighed down with terrible sadness.

"Huh?"

"Starclan has chosen to punish you."

"StarClan doesn't exist."

"I'm here aren't I? Just prepare," She begins to fade, taking her moonlight and frost with her.

"No! No, wait!" I screech. But she's gone.

A soft wind blows over my eyes, and whispers in my ear, "Awake..."

(Cloudtail)

I wake up. A groan escaped my lips. I looked around, confused. Where was I? Well, I suppose I should rephrase the question.

Who was I?