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~Chapter 33~

A cold gust of wind made Hollyheart shiver. The moon gleamed over the hollow, though its light was just as cold as the wind. It was a half-moon, the time when medicine cats went to share tongues with StarClan. Hollyheart hoped that Rainshower and Jayfeather would find Leafpool in StarClan; it would make her feel less anxious about the fact that the former medicine cat had broken the warrior code.

She sighed as she stared at her paws. Ever since Lionblaze had been exiled, the whole Clan had been in termoil. Hollyheart knew that they would heal in time, but she also knew that they had lost three brave warriors who would have given their lives for their Clan. Now that didn't seem to matter.

"Are you alright?" Muskedfur's voice made her jump. Hollyheart turned to see him staring at her; concern filling his yellow eyes.

"I'm fine," she replied. "I was just thinking whether or not Leafpool will be sharing tongues with Jayfeather or Rainshower," she added. It was hard to keep any thought from the dark brown tabby. Muskedfur always made her feel better, no matter what happened. He blinked and twined his tail with hers, reminding her of a time when the two of them had often argued as kits. "I miss Lionblaze," she whispered.

Muskedfur didn't look surprised. In fact, he looked sympathetic. Not only had Lionblaze been the Clans deputy, but the golden tabby had been her father. Hollyheart looked at her paws, and wondered if Cinderheart would ever be the same as well. The gray tabby hadn't spoken much since Lionblaze became an exile, and Hollyheart knew that her mother was usually always buzzing with excitement or happiness.

"I know what you mean," Muskedfur meowed. "I miss Ferncloud dearly." His voice was full of sadness. Hollyheart could hardly remember Ferncloud. The pale gray queen had been killed by a fox when she was on a patrol; that's why Dustpelt moved to the elders' den. The dark brown tabby had not been able to cope with the loss of his mate.

Hollyheart pressed her muzzle close to his fur, and watched as Jayfeather and Rainshower emerged from the medicine cats' den. Almost immediately Rainshower padded over to them, with his blue eyes shining with excitement. "Jayfeather said that I can go by myself tonight!" He exclaimed.

The blue-gray tom looked at both Hollyheart and Muskedfur, and for once, Hollyheart noticed a strange look in his blue eyes. She had been Rainshowers' best friend since the day they were kits, so she knew how to read his looks. But tonight he looked different, somehow not himself. With a sigh, she watched as he bounded out of camp, exchanging a few words with Bramblestar as he did so. Jayfeather, who had also been watching, returned into the medicine cats' den, then came back out with a bundle of herbs in his jaws. He padded straight for the nursery, and Hollyheart quickly realized that Icestorm must be giving birth. It would be good for ThunderClan to have even more kits. It would show the other Clans that they were not growing weak.

"I'd better organize the patrols," Hollyheart sighed as she rose to her paws.

Muskedfur followed her lead as she began to pace around the clearing. Pacing always helped her think when she was trying to figure out who to bring out into the forest. The evening patrol was already out, so all she had to work on was the dawn patrol and the sunhigh patrol. She padded over to the warriors' den, which was beginning to get covered with frost, and poked her head inside. There were only a few cats sleeping, Sunstream was sharing tongues with Foxwhisker, while Lynxclaw shared words with Blossomflower and Hazepelt.

"Lynxclaw, I'd like you to lead the dawn patrol tomorrow," Hollyheart whispered to her brother.

He glanced up at her in surprise, but nodded just the same. "Who should I take?" He asked.

"You can take who ever you want," she replied. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was ordering him around. They hadn't exactly been on the best terms for a while since she became deputy, and all Hollyheart wanted was to be friends again. "And Cloudtail, I'd like you to lead the sunhigh patrol," she added to the long-haired white warrior. Cloudtail glanced up from his nest and twitched his whiskers to show that he had heard.

With a sigh of relief, Hollyheart curled up in her nest next to Muskedfur, and quickly fell to sleep. But her sleep was disturbed by dreams as well, and she kept writhing around in her nest, feeling as though something were chasing her.

Hollyheart found herself padding through a forest that was covered in pine trees. The ground below her was marshy, and there were a few other tree stumps here and there. She quickly spotted a frog hopping around, and felt a strange urge to go after it. But she knew that it would be mouse-brained to hunt in ShadowClan's territory, especially at night. That was when ShadowClan was most active.

Eventually her paws took her to a small clearing. Hollyheart saw what looked like a dark tabby figure, with fur that stuck out in all angles. At first she wondered if it was a cat, but when it glanced at her with gleaming amber eyes, Hollyheart knew that it was. She suppressed a shudder as she wondered why this cat would call her here.

"Greetings young Hollyheart," he meowed with a dip of his head. "Bluestar speaks much about you."

The black she-cat stared at him in surprise. What exactly did this cat mean by when he said Bluestar speaks much of her? She shook her head in confusion, trying to get all of the questions that were buzzing in her mind out. "Who are you?" She asked.

"My name is Raggedstar," the tabby replied. "I was once the leader of ShadowClan, a once great Clan with noble cats. But now they might as well be run by rogues." Raggedstar spat the last word out; his bright amber eyes blazed with frustration. Beside him sat a small gray-and-white tom, whose nose looked like it was crusted. She wrinkled her own nose, and guessed that this must be Runningnose, the former ShadowClan medicine cat. "Hollyheart," Raggedstar continued. "I have come to ask for your help. I want you to save ShadowClan from becoming just a pack of useless rogues."