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'Thoughts' Dreams Memories

Tigerclaw stayed laying against Redtail's body but his ears twitched at the sound of bushes rustling behind him. The tabby half demon at first ignored it until he made out the overwhelming tang of fear scent filling the air. Slowly, he got to his paws, rubbing his muzzle into Redtail's cheek, murmuring one last choked apology before turning to whatever was spying on him.

With a burst of speed, Tgerclaw cleared the distance and leapt into the air, pinning the spy with claws extended and a half hearted growl. It was another cat beneath him, fur as dark as night was fluffed with fear and disgust and Tigerclaw knew who it was.

"Ravenpaw," he muttered, sounding less surprised and more...disinterested. That is, until the apprentice spoke.

"You...you killed Redtail!"

Almost subconsciously, Tigerclaw smashed his paw on the apprentice's muzzle, his claws scraping hard against the younger cat's skin. "No! You will forgot what you saw! I...I didn't...I just..." Tigerclaw growled softly as his mind kept replaying what he did and he snarled, unknowingly digging his claws in further. "...If you tell anyone, I'll kill you!" the threat was capped off with a bite to the shoulder before Tigerclaw grabbed Ravenpaw and threw him far ahead of him.

Ravenpaw got to his paws, looking back as Tigerclaw glared at him and staggered away. Though he had no idea why the warrior killed Redtail, if he could cut down the deputy with no remorse then surely he had no problem doing it to the witness of the murder.

Tigerclaw watched Ravenpaw run back to camp. He wondered for a moment if he should have killed the apprentice before he shook the thought away. He couldn't bear to have anymore blood on his paws. He only had to hope that his threat was enough to keep Ravenpaw quiet.

Heading to to Redtail's body, the tabby half demon gently picked his uncle up by the scruff and began to gingerly carry him back to the camp. It was going to be a long journey back.

XxXx

Bluestar sat in the middle of camp, her head tilted to the sky as she watched the stars. She only turned away when the pounding of paws met her ears. She stood ready to greet her warriors back when she noticed the scent of anger and fear mixing together as well as the screechs and yowls on her own cats.

There was no other Clan scent and Bluestar tilted her head, running forward only to be stopped by Lionheart fending off Longtail and Mousefur, both who looked like they would collapse at any moment but was still fighting the big golden tom.

"Bluestar! Help us! Kill the demons! We've been tricked, all of them! They are all traitors! Redtail...he is chief among them! Our own deputy was a demon!" Longtail's mew was cut short by Lionheart pouncing on him but he was dealt with by Mousefur and sent crashing to the ground.

Runningwind soon helped to bite and claw at Lionheart while the rest of the ThunderClan patrol came with all of them sans Whitestorm falling into a frenzy trying to maim each other.

"Stop this at once!" Bluestar's yowl cut through the camp and all the fighters jumped away from each other but soon the leader noticed that the demons and half-demons of the Clan stood to one side while the normal cats of the Clan stood on the other. Only Whitestorm came to stand beside her, pressing his muzzle into her shoulder, his stance being firmly neutral.

Bluestar looked from one to the other, realizing that Redtail and Tigerclaw were gone, but she couldn't worry about that now. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Spottedleaf dash from her den, carrying herbs and first applying them the the regular cats of the Clan before going to the demons, an action that got her hissed at.

The medicine cat unsheathed her claws at this, she seemed to know what was going on but was stayed by Lionheart subtly shaking his head. The healer gave the warrior a certain look before nodding with a sigh, moving on with her work.

Once a very unease truce was had, if you could even call it that, Bluestar stood in the middle of the split were the other ThunderClan cats that were left behind were coming out of their dens. Sandpaw and Firepaw stood close together while Sandpaw whimpered softly, the smell of blood causing her to grimace and claw at the ground. But it wasn't just that either, he father...was a demon? No! It couldn't be! It had to be a lie, it had to! Firepaw noticed and gave the other molly a surprisingly gentle nudge and licked her ear.

"Try breathing through your mouth, it won't be as bad." she instructed, nodding as Sandpaw did as she was told, though Firepaw noted it wasn't just that that was plaguing her, the paler molly would be demanding answers soon.

When the whole Clan was assembled, bar a few cats, Bluestar looked around and let out a commanding yowl. She wouldn't leave from this spot, if she did, she was absolutely certain the two groups would start to tear into each other again.

"Now, what is the meaning of this? Why were you attacking your Clanmate, Longtail, Mousefur?" Bluestar growled, giving the younger warriors a heated look. Runningwind was the one to answer, glaring with barely controlled rage the demons across from him.

"Bluestar, you should kill them all now! They have been lying to us! Those...creatures are nothing but evil murders! Demons, Bluestar! They are demons!"

The silvery-gray molly narrowed her eyes at that but before she could say anything, Patchpelt walked up, standing next to his sister earning surprised jeers and yowls from the others. Goldenflower soon joined them. Willowpelt rubbed her muzzle gratefully under her brother's chin, twining her tail with his.

"We have fought and trained with all of you, serving this Clan loyally. We have done nothing for you to fear us and yet now that the truth is out you turn against us. Perhaps we are the ones who should feel scared! You attack us! Belittle us! And for what? I guess despite everything, we cannot be trusted yet you say we're the bad ones?"

"What does it matter that we are demons? We are all Clanmates! Brothers, sisters! How can you turn us away?!" Goldenflower growled, taking a step forward only to be met with bared fangs and flashing claws.

Lionheart too stood in her way, shaking his head. "No, if we get riled up and attack them now, things will never change!"

"But-!" Goldenflower began, to which Lionheart drew his tail across her mouth, silencing her.

"Endure it, they will learn to respect us and trust us once more."

Spottedleaf scoffed at that, flattening her ears. "I wouldn't hold my breath. Wait, hold on. Where's Ravenpaw? And my brother and Tigerclaw?"

The other demons of the Clan all looked around, they had forgotten about the little apprentice and the other two warriors. Spottedleaf stood and began calling for her brother to which the normal cats of the Clan all hissed in fury.

"Maybe the RiverClan cats finished him off!" Mousefur called from the crowed only to be met with Spottedleaf's enraged growl, her claws tearing at the smaller molly's shoulders. Goldenflower and Patchpelt struggled to break her away from Mousefur, who was now bleeding from the face with a heavily torn ear. Her eyes were wild in shock as the medicine cat had attacked her. "W-Why?"

"My brother would never fall in battle so easily! Have some respect, cat!" Spottedleaf yowled, her eyes boring eyes into Mousefur, who looked back confused but soon started to feel so cold...

Sandpaw saw how the Clan was falling into choas but she soon noticed that Redtail was missing too and nudged Firepaw to come with her. However, Runningwind noticed this and went to attack the flame furred apprentice. Firepaw scowled and jumped away, but not without clawing the older warrior hard across the cheek.

"Runningwind! Stop! What are you doing?" Sandpaw came to her fellow apprentice's side, biting on the tabby's tail and tugging to distract him.

"Get off, Sandpaw! She's just like the rest of them, you need to be kept safe! We can't lose you!"

"She isn't going to hurt me and even then, I can take care of myself!" Sandpaw scowled, biting and tugging a little harder.

Bluestar flattened her ears and got ready to step forward when the entrance to the camp rustled and Ravenpaw surged forward, panting and looking all around him. The fight now forgotten, all cats turned to him, some with sympathy over his wounds and the others hostile, wishing he had dropped dead in the battle.

Blindly he rushed straight for Lionheart, dragging his left foreleg as his wounded shoulder as blood dotted the ground. He buried his face into the golden warrior's long fur, sobbing and trembling. Lionheart could only mutter soft words and curl around the apprentice, licking the top of his head in an effort to calm him.

"Ravenpaw, what happened? Why are you crying? Where's Redtail and Tigerclaw?" Bluestar, her fur beginning to bristle as her claws scraped the ground. She could feel her control loosening, she had to maintain order, now!

At the sound of Tigerclaw's name, the apprentice flinched and at first, he did not respond, only gasping for air and clinging harder to Luonheart. The normal cats all hissed and sneered, Ravenpaw and Redtail was of them. Who cared what happened to them?

"Red...Redtail...he's...he's dead!" Ravenpaw yowled after much difficulty, his voice silencing everything and the dead quiet ripped though the camp.

"What?!" Sanpaw screeched, her fur fluffing up in disbelief, her eyes wide in shock. "Why would you say that?! Nothing can take down my father!"

The demons of the Clan all bowed their heads, all of them was aware that Redtail had stayed behind, perhaps a group of RiverClan cats came to finish him off.

"It was them! RiverClan! They had to have been the ones who killed Redtail! Lionheart! You can lead us! Give us the order and we'll tear RiverClan apart! I have to avenge my brother!" Spottedleaf snarled, her claws leaving deep furrows into the ground as she began to pant, imagining driving her fangs into the throat of a RiverClan warrior. Sandpaw found herself agreeing with Spottedleaf and growled softly in pain and grief. Redtail...her father...he couldn't really be dead, could he? He promised that he would come back alive. This, plus the accusation of him being a demon, it was starting to become too much. Sandpaw fell to her side, her body trembling.

"Excuse me? Since when was Lionheart the leader? I will give no such order! We have no proof that RiverClan did anything! To start a battle over nothing, I will not allow it! Now on to the more pressing matters. These cats have never done you any harm! They have lived their lives by the warrior code and have never acted like the demons outside our borders"

"I will not allow you to treat them with such contempt. Judge them not on what they were born as but by the action of their character. Do I make myself clear?" Mutters words of dissatisfaction rose through the ranks and Bluestar knew that this would not be easy. Still, she sighed, if it meant that her Clan would not attack one one another, it would be fine.

Lionheart and the others didn't look convinced and stayed where they were even when the other cats eventually went to their nests. Bluestar walked over to Spottedleaf, urging her, practically begging her to treat her cats. The medicine cat narrowed her eyes at that. Why should she? The normal cats didn't seem to realize that she was a half demon along with her brother but still...

But such things were unimportant to her now, really she thought of doing nothing. Why should she help the cats that scorned and attacked her brothers and Redtail? But looking at Bluestar's face and feeling a nudge from Lionheart, the tortoiseshell molly begrudging got up to take the wounded to her den.

Yet, just as she was moving, another rustle at the entrance came forth. The scent of Tigerclaw and Redtail filled the air and Sandpaw, as well as the rest the demons and cats of ThunderClan looked up to see the tabby warrior gingerly carrying a large bundle with him. Not prey, but another cat. Redtail.

"Father!" Sandpaw raced forward as Tigerclaw put Retail's corpse down, his amber eyes hollow as he watched the apprentice cry and throw herself against her dead father. Tigerclaw swallowed deeply as another wave of guilt and terror washed over him.

He briefly looked up to see Ravenpaw looking at him and the warrior's gaze hardened for a moment and Ravenpaw buried his face back in Lionheart's fur. Tigerclaw narrowed his eyes but looked over Bluestar who stood gazing down at her deputy, her stance exuding calm with the exception of her twitching tail.

"What happened, Tigerclaw?" At her soft words, the tabby flinched, did she somehow know? Did Ravenpaw tell her despite his threat? No...that couldn't be, or else she would have attacked him by now.

"He... he fought bravely but he was struck down by Oakheart." Tigerclaw began, his chest feeling suddenly heavy by the weight of his lie and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and push it away. "I managed to take Oakheart's life while he was gloating. Such a battle, as well as the death of RiverClan's deputy, will surely leave our hunting grounds free of their ilk for a long, long time."

Bluestar settled next to Sandpaw, giving the grieving molly a grief lick on the head that went unacknowledged. "Redtail would have made a fine leader. He was never swayed by pride or ambition and looked after his Clanmates well..." she muttered, loud enough to be heard.

"Huh, arguably..." Longtail jeered to himself from the medicine den and Spottedleaf retaliated by slapping a stinging poultice on the younger cat's side.

"You shouldn't squirm so much, Longtail. Try to stay quiet and still." she added with a snarl to which Longtail, sensing danger, complied.

Firepaw watched from a distance as the rest of the demons all crowded around Redtail's body, gently licking and whispering soft words to him. The flame colored molly couldn't say she felt any emotion from Redtail himself dying but seeing Sandpaw's broken reaction to it, Firepaw remembered Jake and bowed her head.

"Father..." she muttered softly, shutting her eyes tight.

Lionheart, for a moment, looked around the camp. He noticed that only he, his brothers, Whitestorm and Bluestar were bidding Redtail goodbye. The others were staying in the shadows or in their nests. The big warrior looked to the star-filled sky, wondering which one among was Redtail's spirit.

"Oh, Redtail. You left us at the worst possible time. The Clan is against us and we don't know what to do. But... I promise that I'll look after them. I'll take care of us. And Redtail, please, comfort your daughter in her dreams. She will mourn you deeply and she will need your guidance."

A/N: Well now, Redtail's body has been brought back, the Clan has divided and Tigerclaw isn't feeling too great. Things don't look like it's gonna get any better for ThunderClan anytime soon. But hopefully things will...get slightly less horrible, maybe?

Also, my grandmother is doing much better, she's still in the hospital but out of danger. Thank you every one with being so patient. Hopefully the story will get back on track. As always, enjoy.