Spottedleaf informed Bluestar of her decision.
"You can't! You're a Medicine cat!"
"Starclan told me to follow my heart! That's what I'm doing!"
"You're endangering our Clan!"
"I will still have to knowledge of a Medicine cat! I can train another!"
"No! I won't allow it!"
"Bluestar! I am a cat too! I want a family…A mate…Kits…"
"Fine! Perhaps I will think about it. I will travel to the Moonstone for guidance. Starclan's word is final."
Spottedleaf snorted. How could she not understand? She stormed out of the Leader's den.
Fireheart gazed at Spottedleaf, surprised. She was usually so good-tempered. Her tail was lashing wildly as she fumed in her den.
"Who made dirt in her fresh-kill?" Graystripe asked Fireheart.
"I don't know, but whoever did had better watch their pelt, she might rip it off in their sleep." Fireheart commented.
"I think she may do worse." Graystripe whispered into Fireheart's ear as Spottedleaf glared in his direction.
Spottedleaf glared at Sandstorm as she gazed at Fireheart.
"She doesn't need to make my situation worse." Spottedleaf quietly growled between gritted teeth. She hadn't thought of Bluestar rejecting her plan…Her utter disregard to even think about failure of the plan had brought it down like a Warrior catching a bird, struggling to fly away, but it was eventually brought down. If Starclan rejects her idea, then it would be like the Warrior giving the killing bite to the bird. If that happens, then I'll just find another way. Spottedleaf thought determinedly as sun-down became moon-rise and she returned to her nest to sleep, her thoughts acing over what Starclan might say.
