"Bramblestar, we need to take the sick cats out of camp." Jayfeathers wide, blind eyes held firm to bramblestars amber gaze. The massive dark tabby towered over the lean muscled medicine cat, who sat with fur stuck straight up before the leaders den.
Bramblestar gaped. "What?" He meowed worriedly. "Why? Is their really no cure for such an illness?"
Jayfeather shook his head, his eyes pools of misery. "Bramblestar, my leader I am sorry... I cannot get through to starclan. They won't even let any more cats into their realms... Sandstorm, seedkit and Birchfall live ebbing away on the outbrinks of the once peaceful place."
Bramblestar gasped, standing up. The light in the leaders den was dark and shadowy, all of the snow still not allowing the light within. "You come to tell me starclan has abandoned the clan cats?" Growled Bramblestar. His eyes lit up with rage.
"Well..." Jayfeather began.
"No!" Yowled the young leader. "You are wrong, Jayfeather. Starclan would never abandon me. Not us, not any cat."
Jayfeather cringed with fear of the massive tom. One slash and the medicine cat could be dead. "But, Bramblestar you must understand..." He took a deep breath. "Maybe they have no choice."
The dark tabby leader huffed. "What choice?" He meowed loudly. "Starclan will stay strong no matter what happens. They will guide us through this..." Then he thought to himself. Tigerstar will show me the truth. Though he was nearly disgusted with the fact that he had so much faith in one... evil cat. Justice... you need justice.
And Bramblestar kept his eyes fixed on the smaller cat, as if anwsers would come flowing from his lips. Jayfeather stood tall still, his blind eyes narrowed. Bramblestar was upset. How can this be happening?
"Alright, Jayfeather." Bramblestar griited his teeth. Stay calm. Stay calm. "I need some time by myself. Just... ah,"
"As you wish, Bramblestar..." Jayfeather sighed. "I hope you will think of something soon... we can't go on like this."
The gray tabby swished around, causing a rush of cool air. His tail lashed in frustration, even when his paws dragged along the ground with fatigue. Bramblstar looked down at the snow filled camp, where Bumblestripe and Dovewing were fooling around while tossing up snow, in an attempt to clear it. A few other warriors were busy pushing snow out of the way as well, forming paths and openings into the dens. Even with the camp alive with energy below, Bramblestar felt nothing but loneliness.
With a sigh, he turned and went into his den. The stone walls were cold and brought little to now warmth, and even the build of of body weight the muscular tom had built up seemed to be thinning out day by day. Maybe Squirrelflight had been right about the weight loss thing.
His heart twinged at the thought of his mate. He stared at their nest, lined with her ginger and his dark fur. How long did he have with her, until she realised what a terrible tom he was and how being with him could only cause the clan complication? How long until she realised that the clan was falling apart, and it was all Bramblestar to blame?
Bramblestar had already suffered losing her again. He wasn't prepared to have that happen again. He wouldn't let this catastrophe tear them apart.
The huge tabby sat down. He lay his tail over his paws and flattened his ears to his skull. Closing his eyes, masking his amber gaze. Only focusing on who he wanted to talk to.
"Starclan, If you can hear me..." He began.
He gasped. His head pounded, a huge cracking nose coming from his jaw. His fur stood up on end, as his teeth chattered. Even the ability to pray was frozen over.
He opened his eyes and stumbled to his side. His skin was plasted to his body, as if he had been slapped with a wave of wind. The leader lay his head on the side of the den, nothing to say. It hurt.
Somewhere in his memory, he recalled staring out of the nursery and watching a blue gray cat run through the camp, yelling at firestar... who had been fireheart at the time. It was back with the orange tabby had feared him, for his father. The leader... Bluestar has wailed at her deputy.
"Starclan has abandoned me!" As much as he had doubted it at the time, which seemed so long ago... maybe that was what was happening now. Am I just imagining it, as Bluestar had... or is it true that they have left us?