Lionshade quietly groomed the side of Streamstar's head as she whimpered. Whitestreak watched as her leader helplessly cried out into the sky. "I... I can't believe I hated him... he was my former mate, for StarClan's sake!"
"There, there," Lionshade said. "You had reasons to be mad at him. I would've been mad if my mate became a rogue and then was leader of the clan that has despised us for many moons as well." he said, though the way he flicked his tail and he glanced to the side told Whitestreak he wasn't so sure himself.
Luckily, Streamstar didn't seem to notice; she still yowled out, almost waking everyone in camp. Whitestreak could hear Rosedapple yell, "Hey, some of us are trying to sleep!"
Lionshade glared at Rosedapple, before continuing to comfort Streamstar. Smiling to herself, Whitestreak turned around to go on the dawn patrol with Greenslash. It was clear that Lionshade deeply cared for Streamstar. Greenslash padded up to Whitestreak, looking a bit worried.
"Whitestreak, I have something to say..." he said.
Whitestreak glanced at Greenslash. The bit of happiness drained out of her. "I know what you did to Clawstar and Antstar." she growled. "I can't trust you now."
Surprised, Greenslash stayed quiet and simply ran to Bluestripe and Fawnshine to get them to join the patrol. Whitestreak would've felt bad for Greenslash if he wasn't a murderer. Then a horrifying thought struck Whitestreak.
'What if Greenslash murdered Streamstar and Birchstar?'
(***)
Whitestreak glanced again at the tree stump where they first met Greenslash. He was so calm. It would've been hard to believe that he had murdered two, possibly four leaders. Though, WindClan has been unaffected. Could there be something going on there?
Greenslash glanced back at Whitestreak as they passed the stump. It was a mixture of worry and a strong need.
"Alright, tell me what you want, Greenslash," Whitestreak growled.
Greenslash fell back to talk to Whitestreak. "I came to RiverClan to tell you something. You cannot trust the ones in the higher position as you."
"You mean Whitejay, Streamstar, or my mom?"
"One of them, yes. Your mom is fine, I know that. I'm not sure about the other two, though. I know more about them than you do. Streamstar has secrets, and so does Whitejay. Streamstar is guilt-ridden, while Whitejay is ambitious. Streamstar is also on her eight life, so she's weak, and may worry a lot more."
Whitestreak stared at Greenslash for a moment, his eyes full of concern for the two cats he listed. She should listen to him for now. Perhaps it could come in handy. "Alright," she said. "I'll make sure to watch them both."
(***)
The fresh-kill pile piled up quickly, full of fish, voles, and a squirrel or two. Greenslash picked up a plump vole and sat next to Whitestreak as rain poured from the sky. He hissed, his ears flattening against his head. "I hate water!"
"Your mom is pure RiverClan, and your dad enjoys romping through puddles, you know." Whitestreak said.
"I spent my life believing my parents were water-haters and couldn't swim. So now, I hate water and can't swim."
"You should learn. It's fun."
"..."
Greenslash simply continued tearing his vole apart.
"Kittypet?" Fawnshine perked up.
Everyone stopped. In the distance, a jingling bell rang out. The only thing heard was Specklefur, muttering, "The jingle of a bell..."
Suddenly, a kittypet's yelled out.
"Whitestreeeaaak!"
It was familiar.
"Whiiiiitteeestreeeeaaak!"
The dream!
"WHITESTREAK, I NEED YOU!"
A pale ginger cat with a green collar leapt through the bushes. Cactus!
"Everyone! I have something to confess!"
A wild Cactus has appeared!