Bluestar waited anxiously outside of camp for Lionheart and Whitestorm for what seemed like forever. When she finally saw a rustle in the undergrowth she bounded toward them.
"Well?" She asked. Whitestorm shook his head no. Bluestar looked down in disappointment. She sighed heavily and looked up in the sky. It was about sunrise. Bluestar glanced back at Whitestorm and Lionheart. 'If only they were more convincing!' She thought. How could ANYTHING get ANY worse?
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Ravenpaw shakeily walked through the gorse tunnel. Warriors started parading him with questions. Bluestar stalked up. "Ravenpaw what's the matter? Where are Tigerclaw and Redtail?" He only stood there shaking. "well?" Bluestar asked. He finally said "Its Redtail! He is dead!"
Bluestar couldn't belive her ears. Redtail…dead? No it couldn't be. Ravenpaw saw wrong. He was entirely wrong! She had to see for herself.
She did see, however, when Tigerclaw pulled the body into the clearing. Her loyal deputy…he was gone!
Bluestar watched as warriors went up to mourn for him. That night she kept vigil with him.
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