Bluefur and the Thunderspys of Berlin Chapter 32: Lead Astray, a warriors fanfic

Announcement at the end! Also, this might get a bit dark, so beware...

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November 3rd, 1958 W. Berlin

Chapter 32: Lead Astray

Bluefur's POV:

Goosefeather's body was never found. The elevator had a cobalt sticker again. With the death of Goosefeather and the death of Sunstar, the Berlin MI-6 department was left without any adults.

Petalpaw and the other Starclan officials arrived two hours after the massacre. It sure shocked them that we were the only survivors of one of their strongest outposts.

I expected that we would get shut down, but that did not happen.

"Because you agents have successfully defended against the Dark Forest threat, I believe that you are skilled enough to justify keeping you onboard Starclan." Petalpaw arranged.

It has been a fair bit empty in Starclan Berlin. The depressing mood devoured the atmosphere.

Rosetail was curled up in blankets on the couch. Her eyes lost any radiance.

Thrushpelt went exploring the labyrinth of the base. I haven't seen him in a while.

Fuzzypelt was cleaning up the stains that used to be Sunstar.

As for I, I was just watching TV. None of us had any motivation to do any training. I was seriously contemplating returning to the orphanage when the elevator dinged.

The boy that sat in the back of the library walked out.

"I figured you knew." I turned to him.

"I knew the traitor..." Rosetail muttered, curled up next to me. She didn't try to hide the circles under her eyes.

"I always knew. No one would sit in that pathetic bookstore for the entirety of their life." He plopped down on the couch.

"Fair enough." I sighed, "What brings you here?"

"I used to only talk to the Leader, but I guess you're the leader now." He said.

Oh. I guess that hasn't set in yet.

"Anyways, I am the one to tell you what missions you have to do." He informed me.

"We have to do missions?" I sighed.

"I'm sorry, but you're not getting funded for doing nothing." He mocked.

"I don't really like you." I told him.

"Nobody does. I give work to people." He laughed as if his sadism was funny, "You get straight to the point, though."

"Thank you." I got up and began to walk away.

"You have a mission." He said, holding the collar of my shirt.

"How can I possibly complete a mission with this team?" I asked, pointing to the state of the base.

"If you don't make it happen, you will be shut down." He walked back to the elevator. "Come upstairs with your team by tomorrow."

Fuzzypelt: Radio 1

Rosetail: Radio 2

Thrushpelt: Radio 3

Bluefur: Radio 4

"Guys, we have a mission" - Radio 4

"Ughhhh, do I have toooo?" - Radio 1

"Possibly. What's the mission?" - Radio 2

"I have no clue. We have to form up to get the mission." - Radio 4

"I'm down." - Radio 2

"I guess I'll do it if you clean up these bloodstains." - Radio 1

Oh, I guess I should do that...

"That means we have one final problem." - Radio 4

"Rosetail."

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I walk to Rosetail, and put my hand on her shoulder. "Rosetail, we have a mission."

She didn't even respond.

"It's not your fault that we got attacked." I told her.

She looked at the table. The blanket curled around her gave her a warm sanctuary.

"I let him get away. It was my fault." She flipped over defeated.

"What part of that makes it you fault?" I asked, "You did what you could."

"I did not. I took an unnecessary risk." She sighed.

"What are you saying?" I was starting to get a bit angry.

"Bluefur, you'll see soon." She told me.

I reconvened with the rest of the group. "I can't convince her."

"Fuzzypelt, you try." Thrushpelt told him.

"You do it first." Fuzzypelt countered.

"Bluefur and I have done it multiple times. You do it." Thrushpelt pushed him towards her.

"I can't." He refused.

"Scaredy-mouse She cat." He muttered.

[it's been so long since I heard that…] (Chapter 6)

"I agree." Fuzzypelt walked off. "I'll make dinner to compensate."

"Fuzzypelt. The base will get shut down." I released my pent up anger, "Nobody cares about your petty feelings."

"I do! What if we don't want to sacrifice our lives for the word of a 9 year old child fantasy?" He defended himself.

"If you don't, leave." I muttered.

"Bluefur…" Thrushpelt warned.

"I might as well, if this is how I'm going to be treated from now on!" He pointed at me.

"Fuzzypelt." Thrushpelt glared. "Stop."

"Oh please! It costs you nothing to do it! You're just worried over nothing!" Bluefur yelled.

Rosetail's POV:

Nothing to worry about...

"You say that like you saved everybody! Spoiler alert, you didn't!" Fuzzypelt revolted.

Everybody…

Bluefur yelled back, "I'm trying to keep everything intact! You'll do better to do what I say! I am trying to save us!"

Tried to save…

"What do you mean us? It's just you!"

At fault. It's my fault. I should have taken that traitor out when I could have.

Thrushpelt took Bluefur's hand and pulled her back.

"What are you doing?" I whispered to him.

"Just stop." He kept on pulling me.

"That's right! Go back to where you belong!" Fuzzypelt spat.

She began to shout back but Thrushpelt's hand covered my mouth.

"Please. Let it go." He pleaded.

Bluefur bit his hand, "At least I have a place where I belong, traitor."

Traitor.

Fuzzypelt took out his weapon, "Traitor?"

Traitor.

"Fuzzypelt, stop." Thrushpelt took out his gun.

Traitor. The traitor.

"That's right." Bluefur escalated the standoff. "Stop."

Right? There's no right and wrong. This is my fault. It's all my fault. They're stressed due to me, and blaming each other.

"What are you backing her up? Fuzzypelt attacked Thrushpelt, "Are your instincts shutting off you logic?!

Thrushpelt loaded his gun.

All my fault…

"Scary mouse, Sh-"

The speakers blared like the other day, "You've gone too far. I'm coming down"

"I know!" Fuzzypelt and Bluefur glared at each other.

I knew… The dead flashed before me. All the dead, All the living...

"If you fight, this will be shut down." The boy in the libary told us sedately, "Calm down. Prove to me that giving you a chance was not a mistake."

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"None of you are at fault."

Fault.

I'm sorry I couldn't be stronger.

I screeched.

"STOOoOoOoOoOoP!"

Every one turned as if I was a mad animal.

"Don't do this to me! STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP." I covered my ears and banged my head on the couch.

The footsteps of the reaper was rushing towards me.

"STOP PLEASE!" I resisted as my voice and sanity cracked.

"It okay…" Bluefur cradled me in her arms.

Thrushpelt cushioned my head and started bandaged it.

I dropped limp next to two thirds of our group.

Okay. One more chapter until I go on haitus. (Mainly because I'm lazy)

I will return, but it might be in a month or two.

Thank you for all your support, though.

See you next week!