Dovewing flipped out her sister's keys that she'd managed to snatch, and started the engine. She shivered. Dovewing couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from what she was going to do.

Dovewing knew the route to Hawkfrost's house by heart. Ivypool would never let her do what she needed to do, so she'd waited for an occasion her sister would be out. And this whole Jayfeather affair was staged perfectly! Her sister would be busy with him, and Dovewing was free! But she could tell something was wrong already.

When she pulled into the driveway there was already another car. It was a sleek Mercedes. Dovewing squinted at the license plate and her eyes widened to see that it was a sticker.

She jumped out of her car and ran her hand over it. The license could easily be taken off and changed.

Clever.

Dovewing steeled herself up and was about to go in when she heard a commotion from within. She stretched out her senses and was shocked by what she found.

Hawkfrost had Breezepelt pinned and had his hand on his throat.

"What do you mean she's dead?"

Breezepelt clawed at the hand around his throat then moaned in pain. "Don't kill me! I didn't do it! Mothwing got in the way!"

A tall dark skinned massive man appeared in the door. Dovewing felt her heart freeze. Tigerstar!

He had a murderous gleam in his eye. "How did this happen? Who killed my daughter?"

Mothwing's dead?

Dovewing felt something stir deep within her. Mothwing had stood by her. Mothwing had held her close. Mothwing was another sister to her. She had loved Mothwing. Pain burned through her, a fire that hurt much more than any physical wound .She had to sit down to fight the tears. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and let her senses out once more.

Tigerstar pulled a gun from his belt. "You were supposed to protect her!"

Hawkfrost turned to look at his father, not letting his grip on Breezepelt slacken. "It's not my fault. I tried! She refused-"

Tigerstar toward over his son and in a second he shoved Hawkfrost backwards. "And? She was supposed to be free! She had to make her own choices, she shouldn't have gotten involved in the gangs! You knew that! Why did you let her?"

Hawkfrost stumbled to his feet. For the first time Dovewing thought she saw fear in his eyes. "She made her own choices!"

"Like Tadpole?"
Hawkfrost's eyes widened. Grief flooded his expression. "Are you blaming me for his death?"

"Should I?"

Tigerstar took a menacing step towards his son.

"You never cared about us! You left us! It's your fault he's dead! It's your fault she's dead! It's your fault I am what I am!"

In a second Tigerstar changed. Instead of looking fierce he looked broken. "Yes. Your right. It's my fault." The fire was gone from his gaze and he slumped forward. "But there is one thing I can change. . ."

A hard gleam returned to his eyes and he loaded the gun.

Breezepelt wriggled free of Hawkfrost's grip and stood up.

"Who killed her?"

"Firestar."

Tigerstar nodded. And then he was gone, the Mercedes rumbling down the road leaving a trail of dust.

Breezepelt looked at Hawkfrost. "Is he always... Was he always...?"
"He wasn't always. Damn the mayor."

"Is he going by Scourge?"

"Only when he's running his gang."

"I still can't believe they don't know that Tiny and Scourge are one and the same!"

"Yeah."

"Please don't do that again."

"What."

"Try to kill me."

"Can't guarantee it. You'd better leave now actually."

"Already out."

"Good."

Breezepelt opened the door and looked right at Dovewing.

A/N: From now on I will answer all reviews in PM.
But I did promise a shout out to those who answered the questioned correctly. Great job to Echostorm0908, Sky of Stars, Rebellegirl.
The answer was Leopardstar died of diabetes. (I have type 1 diabetes. Also known as I'm not obese. Different kind)

The next question is who was Raggedstar's father?

I wrote this in another hotel,and today I fly back to NH with my dad. My dad's boyfriend will be looking after me, and I'll have wifi. But I'll have Minecraft so I probably won't update much. Someone's gotta kill those creepers. . .