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Sparrowpaw starred at them. He couldn't get the images of their deaths out of his head. He just stood there, in the middle of Starclan, starring.
Bluestar stepped forward. "What you have seen is dark parts in Thunderclan's history."
Sparrowpaw starred at her. "What I saw?" He stepped closer to her. "What I saw was three cats being murdered, slaughtered."
He turned to face them. The russet tom, Brindleface and Runningwind sat quietly underneath a tree.
"Why? Why did I have to watch them die?"
Bluestar walked toward him and gently laid her tail on his shoulders. "To teach you…"
Sparrowpaw snarled and backed away from her. "To teach me? What kind of sick lesson are you trying to teach me?"
Bluestar growled.
Sparrowpaw froze. The great she cat stood over him, her fangs barred. He tried to back away but she snarled. The snarl had him cowering on the grass. In all his life he had never seen a cat look so ferocious or deadly.
Suddenly cats appeared. They rimmed the hollow and went on and on, until he could no longer see. All of them sat close together. Their pelts where bathed in moonlight, frost glimmered around their paws and stars shone in their eyes. The whole of Starclan surrounded him. Thousands of eyes gazed upon him. Bluestar began to speak, but her voice sounded as if all of Starclan where speaking with her.
"We have shown you the past, the deeds done by your ancestor." Slowly Bluestar backed away from him. "We know the stories of Tigerstar. We know what you have been taught. From this journey we have made the stories come true. They are no longer a legend, no longer a tale to scare kits. They are real, gruesome, heartbreaking and mind numbing. We know you doubt the evil of Tigerstar. We know you are tempted, tempted to repeat the past. From this journey we hoped you would learn from past mistakes, learned not to repeat them."
The cats of Starclan fell silent and gazed upon him. Their eyes burned like the stars in the sky. A cat stepped forward. He was large with white paws and a ginger pelt. His form was hazy, and it seemed as if he would disappear. He had to be one of the oldest spirits. Three other cats followed him. A black she cat, a silver tom and a wiry brown she cat.
"Come forward!" His voice rumbled like thunder. Shakily Sparrowpaw padded toward him.
The great tom looked down at him. "Before the whole of Starclan, I ask you, where do your loyalties lay?"
Sparrowpaw starred into his eyes. He saw cats hunting, fighting, ceremonies, gatherings and battles. In that glance he witnessed what it really meant to be a Thunderclan warrior.
In a loud strong voice he replied, "Thunderclan, I am a loyal Thunderclan warrior."
The Starclan cats raised their muzzles and yowled in approval.
For the first time, Sparrowpaw actually felt like a Thunderclan warrior.
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