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Midnightsky looked over the edge of the ravine before slowly walking back to the clan. Her eyes were hollow with grief. Her mate and her father were dead. Dead. Midnightsky looked towards the ravine. Mist was hovering over the edge. Suddenly, she, along with the other cats heard a sound.
They turned their heads to see the silhouette of an injured cat limping forward, dragging something with it. As the cat neared, it lifted its head. It was Hawkflight. He was alive. But, however, the still form of Northstar he had bee dragging along with him was not.
Smallstripe and Shadowheart rushed forward to help the tabby.
"Hawkflight! You're okay!" Midnightsky cried as she rushed forward.
"Okay isn't exactly the term I was looking for." Stammered Hawkflight, "Alive yes, okay, no." He said, motioning at the body of Northstar.
"I tried, Midnightsky. I'm sorry." He said, looking at his battered paws.
"It's not your fault. Don't worry."
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That Night
Then, she realized what she had lost. He father was dead. Her clan leader. Wait…clan leader…that meant that Midnightsky was the leader of LoneClan!
When she started to sway on her paws, she was caught by Shootingstar. The white she-cat's eyes were filled with sadness.
"NorthClan will grieve for your loss, Midnightsky. And we will welcome you as LoneClan's new leader."
"I-I don't know what to do!" Midnightsky wailed.
"We need to find you a place where you can receive your nine lives." A new voice broke in, it was Shadowheart.
"Uh…you and Smallstripe can go where StarClan leads you?"
"That's a good idea. I'll talk it over with Smallstripe and hopefully we will leave next dawn." Shadowheart stated as she walked over to Smallstripe.
Midnightsky looked up to Silverpaw's star.
"Silverpaw, what should I do?"
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