EF: Hi again peoples! Thanx again for reading and-maybe-reviewing!! Oh…yeah…I don't own the warriors. This chappy is Bluestar's death from her POV. Special thanks to: Snowstep, Amberstarthunder and Shalepaw!

EXTRA special thanks to Halfpelt, who added me to his/her alert list! Do not worry, Shalepaw , I kept in mind what you said FireSpotted from her POV will be the next chappy!

As I led my Clan down to SunningRocks, I could not ignore the creeping sensation of dread that was slowly gaining control of my mind. Why are you doing this to me, StarClan?! I angrily raged in my mind. Cats are going to die, like Swiftpaw, or come back wounded like Lostface!

"Bluestar," Whitestorm's deep meow interrupted my silent argument with StarClan. "The clan is waiting."

I looked around, eyes narrowed as I surveyed my terrified clan who had gathered around me.

"Cats of ThunderClan," I meowed, struggling to not show my fear to the Clan.

"You all know this is the place where Swiftpaw died and Lostface was gravely injured, but our loyal warriors and deputy are out there, leading the dog pack over the gorge, and we can trust them."

Even though, personally I didn't believe my own words, it seemed to reassure the clan; they relaxed slightly and dispersed in groups, muttering quietly to each other.

"Whitestorm," I flicked my tail to summon the white warrior.

"Yes, Bluestar?"

"Order some cats to go on a hunting patrol, but don't go with them; I need you here with me."

"Yes, Bluestar," Whitestorm went off and spoke to Frostfur, Goldenflower and Darkstripe, and then they disappeared behind the rocks.

Whitestorm appeared again at my side. The warrior looked distraught.

"Whitest-," I began, but was cut off by a loud, dreadful howling, followed by barking.

"They have begun chase," Whitestorm meowed grimly.

Suddenly my sensation of dread became stronger, until I thought my pelt would burst. And then I knew. My deputy was in trouble.

I raced through the forest, heart slamming painfully against my ribs, blood roaring in my ears, as I sought out the dog pack that was pursuing my warriors. As I got to the clearing that narrowed into a gorge, I had to clench my teeth to keep me from yowling in shock and anger; Tigerstar, the former ThunderClan deputy, had Fireheart, our current deputy, pinned to the ground. As the dog pack neared the two, loud howls of excitement ripped themselves from their throats. Long, pink tongues lolling out of the side of their mouths, the lead dog opened its huge jaws and…I couldn't bear to see another cat slaughtered by Tigerstar's hunger for power. I threw my self out of the bushes and landed on the dog, hissing furiously as it shook its head violently, trying to shake me off, but I dug my claws into its neck and it yowled in pain.

I looked down at my deputy, who was still strewn on the floor. Tigerstar had disappeared. Fireheart had an amazed expression on his face, as if he couldn't believe his sparkling emerald eyes.

Suddenly I remembered; I was heading straight for the gorge below.

Well, its better I die nobly, rather then turning tail and running, I thought grimly.

Barking shattered my thoughts. Roaring filled my ears, and sprays from the river were blurring my vision, so all I could do was wait until I met StarClan and was reunited with my lost deputies.

An icy shock gripped my body as it was drenched in ice cold water, eliminating any possibilities of breathing. Bubbles entered my line of vision and I turned my blue eyes to where the dogs were vainly struggling for life.

Suddenly I felt something grip my scruff, and just saw powerful orange legs kicking out behind. It was Fireheart, who had, no doubt, jumped in to save me.

My head emerged, and I gulped for breath. But Fireheart was struggling, his young face twisted with effort. Then two blurs of gray splashed into the water and helped my deputy haul me out of the water; Mistyfoot and Stonefur, my two kits.

As I lay on the riverbank, I knew I was dying; a feeling of peace had gained control of my body.

The pain was rapidly dimming and I had to force myself to speak.

"Mistyfoot, Stonefur," I croaked. "Please forgive me, my kits."

A flash of brown told me Tigerstar had heard my dying words.

"We do mother, we do!" Mistyfoot sobbed, tears streaming down her blue-gray face.

"Thank you."

Fireheart didn't say anything, but his eyes were glazed with pain and loss.

My eyelids flickered to a shut, signalling to my spirit to meet StarClan for the last time.

EF: I know it was a cheesy ending, but oh well! I know the have all been the same, but the next will probably be different, but who can truly say?

I will try to get the next one done by either tomorrow or Friday.

Bye!