So I guess I'm a bit late... Oh well.

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Musicat: I mean, it's not that big of a cliffhanger... But at least most things get resolved in this one

Ivystorm: Yup. just them four. forever. with no way to escape. MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

Disclaimer: Sorry for forgetting to finish this chapter Tuesday. ( ^ ^ );

November 4th, 1958 W. Berlin

Echos of former glory

Fuzzypelt's POV:

I had walked away as Rosetail was comforted by Bluefur and Thrushpelt.

"If she wanted to join them, that's fine." I scowled.

I was at the training room again. It seemed like I was always here.

I continued to punch the bags, using what Sunstar had taught me. Since they're gone, I had to fill their place as the resident defender.

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As I trained, Thrushpelt walked by with Rosetail. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

Rosetail responded, "I have to do this. I'll be fine."

"Could you wait untill-"

"I have to do this now."

"Okay."

Footsteps walked towards the room I resided in, and I prepared my lines to her.

The footsteps faded.

I realized that it wasn't me she was looking for.

I punched the bag harder.

"Fuzzypelt." Thrushpelt's voice echoed across the room. I realized that I would have to talk to him.

"What do you want." I kept my eye on the bag.

Thrushpelt told me, "I would always be willing to accept you. If you apologized to her, then she would be lenient to you."

"I have no intention to apologize." I hit the bag, "If she apologized, then I would consider the thought of rejoining."

"Fuzzypelt, you're making it unnecessarily hard." Thrushpelt put his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you trying to bait me?" I scoffed.

"Fuzzypelt, please." Thrushpelt begged me.

"I will not apologize." I brushed his hand off my shoulder.

Thrushpelt left the room, "I'll be waiting for you."

"Wait in vain." I shouted back.

Thrushpelt's POV:

I walked out of the room and was greeted by the boy who normally sat in the beanbag upstairs.

"How are you here?" I asked, grabbing my weapon.

"Relax, I'm on your side." He lifted his arms up, "I'm the mission giver, remember?"

So he was the one who defused the situation.

I put my gun down, "Why are you here?" I asked.

"It seems like I have a job to do." He patted my head, "I'll talk to Fuzzypelt. You guys relax."

He passed Rosetail in the hallway.

"I got what I needed, but I need you to escort me." Rosetail held a bag in her arms. I tried to see what's inside, but it was covered by a large amount of plastic wrap.

"Sure." I responded. I still had no clue what she had in her arm. It seemed like a blueprint.

"Also, I need you to get Bluefur." She told me.

"Sure." I responded. At least Rosetail seemed to get better.

Fuzzypelt's POV:

"Hello Fuzzypelt." He greeted me as if I was his underling.

"Why are you talking to me?" I asked.

"Because I wanted to check up on you." He walked up to the bag.

Something clicked. "Aren't you the one that assigns us the mission?"

"Bingo. Clearly Bluefur can't handle this well, so I'm here to fix things." He walked up to me.

"I know." I sighed.

"Why didn't you help Rosetail?" He smirked.

THAT FO-

I composed myself, "If you came here to mock me, please leave."

"I'm just saying, if you helped, she would've gotten better faster." He shrugged like the little fox-dung he is.

"Please leave." I pointed to the door.

"I'll leave once you throw me out." He winked, "Fists only."

"So you want to fight?" I asked. He looked a bit scrawny, but you could never be sure of their power. Judging on his confidence, I assume he holds some type of trump card.

"I suppose you could say that." He moved into a fighting stance. It seemed like he was the agile type of fighter. "If I win then you must do one thing I say."

"And if I win, then you must do something for me too, right?" I asked.

"Yes." He agreed, "But you'll have to beat me first."

"Then don't blame me if you get hurt!" I rushed at him.

He dodged all my attacks pretty easily, yet he was sweating visibly.

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I have the upper hand.

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"Is that all you've got?" He panted, jumping back.

"It will be enough though." I hit him for once. As soon as I did, he crumpled to the floor.

I stepped on him. "Not so confident now?"

He immediately jumped back up, pushing me backwards. I fell on the ground, and he brushed himself off after hitting me in the shoulder.

"You got a bit too cocky." He walked out while I groaned on the floor, "It should heal after a few days. Now that you lost, join the group again, no complaints."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Just a member of Starclan." He answered me, "But for your purposes, I'm the boy who sits in the corner."

Bluefur's POV:

Thrushpelt and Rosetail finally returned.

"Where were you? I can't lose my only two remaining operatives." I sighed.

Thrushpelt responded, "Rosetail went to get something and I tried to convince Fuzzypelt to rejoin.

"Allright." I motioned for them to sit down. "We have a meeting."

"What is it?" Rosetail asked.

"We still have that mission to do, " I told her, " and we need Fuzzypelt to join us before the end of the day. Or else..."

"Oh." Rosetail looked down. Clearly, we both knew that that was nearly impossible.

"That still could happen." Thrushpelt defended him.

I bit my lip, "Well…"

"Actually, I have to tell you something." Rosetail stood up.

"Yes?" We waited.

"I knew that this attack was going to happen." She admitted.

"We know."

"Really?" She stepped back and pondered, "I didn't think I told you."

[If you're wondering, once Rosetail slept, her condition was over. Must be something weird. Like a plot device or something]

"We noticed." Thrushpelt and I avoided the subject of yesterday. If we mentioned it, her "condition" might relapse.

"Huh." Rosetail sat back down.

"Anyways, we have to figure out how to get Fuzzypelt to cooperate with us again." I changed the subject.

Thrushpelt sighed, "I tried talking to him, but…"

"There's only one person at this table Fuzzypelt will listen too." I looked at her.

"You want me to go?" She asked.

Actually, Fuzzypelt might bring up yesterday, and that's a chance I can't take.

"Thrushpelt obviously." I redirected.

"Really?" x2

"Okay, fine. I'll apologize to him." I sighed. I didn't think I was going to stoop this low…

"No need." Fuzzypelt sat at the table.

"Fuzzypelt!?" Thrushpelt turned around in an instant.

"That's my name." He said, defeated.

"Why did you come back?" I asked.

"Wasn't he always with us?" Rosetail asked.

Fuzzypelt began, "N-"

"He just left for home, nothing much." I smiled as I covered Fuzzypelt's mouth.

"Don't talk about yesterday." I muttered to him.

"Yeah, that's right." Thrushpelt said as Fuzzypelt sputtered behind me. I probably shouldn't have muffed him so hard.

"Okay…" Rosetail looked confused.

"Now, let's go to get that mission!" I faked enthusiasm.

"We came to receive the mission." I said.

The boy in the corner looked up from his book, "What mission?"

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"Don't you fox-dung dare."

The boy laughed, "Of course, that mission! Don't you think I would be concerned just enough to remember assignments. Your face was totally worth it though."

"Don't kid with me." I said, all the stress from the past days flowing out onto this brat.

"I wouldn't do that to you. I'm decently nice. Anyways, you ready for the mission?"

I prepared myself, "What is it?"

"To get over the attack." He smiled.

[Oh my fox-dunging starclan…]

"Really?" Fuzzypelt asked.

"Hey, you're not done yet." He shrugged.

"How come?" Fuzzypelt crossed his arms.

"Don't you need new members?" He returned to the book.

That brat is right…

He flipped to his bookmark, "I suggest going to the orphanage. That's a good start."

As I sat down on the couch, Rosetail flopped down next to me. Fuzzypelt and Thrushpelt were doing their own little things, so I could finally relax.

Actually, this reminded me of the time before the attack.

[Scary…]

"Hey Bluefur." Rosetail sap on milk tea.

"Yeah?"

"My memories were a little fuzzy about yesterday." She chuckled nervously.

So she did not remember. I sighed in relief.

She asked me about yesterday, "So I told you that I knew about the attack, right?"

"Yeah." I led her on. I wondered what Rosetail was talking about.

"Did I tell you about the traitor?" She asked.

"Yes." I responded. Infact, that was probably what caused her breakdown. I was more than interested about what she was going to tell me, but I have to hide it for now.

"So…" Rosetail looked around.

"So?" I asked.

"My memories are a bit fuzzy. I might be restating the same facts..." Rosetail scratched her head.

"It's fine." I tried to get an answer.

[Just tell me! I need to know! You're so difficult!]

Rosetail sipped some Milk tea.

"Did I ever tell you that Goosefeather was the one who killed everyone?"

"Rosetail."

"Yes?"

"I don't believe you. Goosefeather would never do that."

"But-"

"Don't tell this to anyone else, okay?"

"Yes, Bluestar."

Well Bluestar is getting pretty dicatorial. Also, I have a couple of things to say before I leave for a month or two.

1) I will return! I will be taking a break, however I guarantee that I will be back within a year. I can't say I'll finish this story though. Once I return, I'll probably start writing something about the Warrior cats in the Holy Roman Empire.

2) Thank You for all your support! Side note, the first chapter I made was actually a project by my LA teacher to incorporate fictional characters into a real world situation. But it's kinda boggling that I managed write 50,000 words off one project. Just, Thank you.

Goodbye! I hope I'll see you soon.

[Bluefur and the Thunderspys of Berlin is officially on Haitus]

On the bright side, You can imagine Rosetail teaching a flustered Fuzzypelt how to tie a tie.