A/N:
So, in the character descriptions, in book 4 of Omen of the Stars, it now says that Blackstar only has ONE black paw, what did he do in the third book? Go and get it dyed?
He's like the reverse Scourge now, I guess.
Bugeater padded to the ShadowClan border, and sat and waited for a patrol to come.
Finally, after what seemed like moons, Owlclaw, Rowanclaw, and Smokefoot padded over to him.
"What do you want?" Owlclaw asked.
"I need to see Blackstar, it is urgent buisness," Bugeater replied.
"I dunno," Rowanclaw stroked his beard, "the last time some loner talked to Blackstar, he stopped believing in the warrior code for a couple of days, ShadowClan nearly fell apart!"
"Well, I'm not a loner I'm a-" Bugeater stopped, he couldn't tell them that he was a WindClan warrior, then that would just make them less likely to let him see Blackstar.
"I'm Blackstar's grandson!"
It wasn't a lie, he HAD to be Blackstar's grandson, it made a lot more sense than being Onestar's.
"What? But Blackstar doesn't have kits."
Rowanclaw looked confused, so did the other two.
"Not yet maybe, but I am from THE FUTURE!" Bugeater exclaimed.
"Well, okay then, follow me," Rowanclaw meowed.
Bugeater followed Rowanclaw into the camp, shivering slightly at the cool darkness.
"Is Mistkit feeling better yet?" he heard a kit mew.
He didn't hear the reply to his question, because he was distracted by the sight of Blackstar.
He was HUGE, he was at least the size of two cats.
Wow, I can't believe we share blood, he thought to himself with awe.
"What do you want? Who is this?" Blackstar asked.
"He says he's your grandson," Rowanclaw snorted with disbelief.
"How? I don't have any kits."
"Not yet you don't, but I'm from the future, and now, to make absolutely sure that you're my grandfather, you have to die," Bugeater meowed.
"What?!" Blackstar gasped with his eyes wide.
"Absolutely not!" Rowanclaw spat.
"Please? It will only hurt for a second, wait, do you have more than one life left? Because if you don't, it really won't work out well for the both of us, well, that is, if you're my grandfather."
"No! What is the meaning of this? You come into my camp, and asking to kill me?"
"You can just say it's the life you owe Stonefur AND Rosetail, two deaths for the price of one," Bugeater meowed.
"What? How do you know about that?" Blackstar demanded with his fur bristled.
Bugeater pulled out copies of Into the Wild and The Darkest Hour.
"It's in these books."
"I'm a changed cat now, every cat can see that."
"Are you sure? Don't you want to sacrifice one of your lives to make up for the ones you stole from Stonefur and Rosetail?" Bugeater asked.
"Fine, I'll do it!" he groaned, before falling over dead.
What? Bugeater thought to himself with horror, he wasn't disappearing!
By the time Blackstar came back to life, he still hadn't disappeared.
"The good news is, it wasn't your last life, the bad news is, you're not my grandfather."
"I think that is also good news, now leave at once, I paid my dues, and you found out what you came here for," Blackstar snarled.
Bugeater nodded, and raced out of the ShadowClan camp, ignoring the angry hisses emitting from the ShadowClan warriors.
He knew it was wrong to pretty much force Blackstar to give up one of his lives, but it wasn't all for nothing. He found out what he wanted to know, and he kind of got justice for Stonefur and Rosetail. He knew that they deserved so much more than that though.
He shook his head and sighed, they didn't deserve to go so young.
He then thought about Gorsepaw, and Runningwind, and all the cats that Tigerstar had killed.
His eyes narrowed, and his chest burned with hatred.
He would get justice for those cats too! He didn't know how, he didn't know when, he just knew that he would, not matter what it took.
It was as though lightning was coursing through his pelt. He felt excited at the prospect of having a new mission.
Forget WindClan, he had a new objective now, and that objective was to avenge every cat who had been killed before their time.