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My Guardians Forever: Spottedleaf and Bluestar

Spottedleaf:

Spottedleaf, the name is so sweet. It was a hard decision, to keep leading and living without her. But to tell you the truth, I never really loved her. Why? Because I never knew her. The time we spent together was short, miniscule and unimportant.

I did like her. That much is true.

But how can you really love somebody whom rarely spoke to you in life, yet walked with you in death?

I first met Spottedleaf as Firepaw, not as Rusty. See, I saw her in the crowd of ThunderClan, but she was a spectator and I was the event she had come to see.

Graypaw pointed her out to me after my naming and she didn't speak a word or voice a thought to me. She just told us to go away like we were mere kits. Ravenpaw had more attention from her then I ever got.

Spottedleaf was calm and collected and she was a medicine cat. Still, she was always many moons older than me. To be a full medicine cat, you must be old enough to care for you're Clan. I was just a kit, trying to fit into the ways of the forest. With her rank, she could never love me, or show any thing to support she wanted to be more than friends. I was always so reluctant around her after I learned the Warrior Code.

One fateful day, Spottedleaf deciphered a message she had heard from StarClan not long ago. I felt frightened and thrilled at the prophecy. 'Fire alone can save our Clan.' She had told me. Suddenly, I didn't just feel like Firepaw, the once kittypet turned Clan cat, I felt special. Someone who had their own destiny but not yet understood what it was. But I was torn after she neglected me and only referred to me when Yellowfang needed her wounds tended to.

My heart felt broken after a stormy night, where she was found dead. Her beautiful pelt was matted and everyone allowed her fallen body to lie in the rain, in the dirt and in the mud. It made me want to scream with rage, mostly because her spirit had joined StarClan and yet her earthbound body was no more than a leaf, dropped from the tree to be drowned in the pools of darkness.

But you know what? My heart recovered. It mended itself and in time, I learned to love again.

Throughout my time as Fireheart, Spottedleaf guided me. Whenever I felt lost, her scent and the wild wind drove back in the right direction. She came to me in dreams, so vivid and real like none other. I felt complete through those dreams, but awoke only to realize the emptiness had not been filled; and would not be filled again. Reality almost drove me into insanity. I began to picture her while I was awake, her beautiful pelt flowing in the breeze, her soft mew calling me. She was always waiting for me to join StarClan.

And so Spottedleaf gave me many more prophecies, helping me discover the truth about Tigerclaw. Spottedleaf drove me in the right direction, and soon I had become Firestar, just as the prophecy had said.

But when I became Firestar, she finally drifted away. She knew I was not hers. And when I got to join StarClan, we won't be together. I am in love, but not with her.

I know now that Spottedleaf stopped visiting me in dreams. Some part of me felt relieved, as if the final length of love and friendship between us broke. But it hurt to know she was aiding my daughters, Leafpool and Squirrelflight. However she had helped them, I thank her, silently, because she always reads my thoughts.

Dear Spottedleaf, I miss you, but I don't love you any more than I loved you in life. I know you will forever watch over me, and that's why you're my guardian angel.

Bluestar:

Bluestar; the name is so noble.

Bluestar was a compassionate leader like no other. I don't know how I ever thought I could measure up to the wise and great things she had done in her life. Neither could I reach the amount of sacrifices she made just for ThunderClan. Bluestar always put the Clan before herself.

I first met Bluestar as Rusty. She was so terrifying and inspiring cat I had seen. Her pelt was grayish blue, with clear blue eyes. At the time, they burned with a fire and intensity I had never seen before. I felt so honored when she praised me on my fighting against Graypaw. She invited me to join ThunderClan. I knew I would have to think about it, because it was a hard choice. Leave behind all I knew, in pursuit of something I had never really known?

Of course I chose to go back to ThunderClan, or I wouldn't be here now. I hoped to see Bluestar again, but a newer cat, Whitestorm came with Lionheart. I was so taken by the size and strength these wildcats held. I was determined to make them impressed.

As I arrived at the Camp, I saw Bluestar, sitting atop a large boulder. She looked even more inspiring and great.

Bluestar named me her apprentice not long after. What an honor! Being taught by the Clan leader! I was so proud and longing to show her what I could do.

I learnt much from Bluestar, and she welcomed me openly as I earned my warrior name; Fireheart. As time went on, I grew fonder and fonder of Bluestar. Now I come to think of her as my foster mother, who always guided my paws and made the right decisions.

But as I grew older, I found not everything about Bluestar was true. Graystripe and I discovered she had had kits with Oakheart, a warrior of RiverClan. The kits were given to him to be raised in RiverClan, unknown about their true heritage. Bluestar did it to become leader of ThunderClan. I was so unsure about her and wondered whether I could still trust her. But her kits, Mistyfoot and Stonefur, never knew and never showed anything to support they did.

I figure now I was wrong to judge her for those actions, she gave her kits up so she could be the best cat she could to her Clan.

After discovering that, whenever she saw Mistyfoot or Stonefur, her eyes glowed with longing. I grew frightened of what would happen if her secret was revealed. But she always controlled that want, distracting herself with Clan problems.

Soon I proved to Bluestar that Tigerstar was a blood thirsty cat, only wanting power and willing to kill to get it. She believed me easily. It wasn't a wonder, considering he tried to kill her in her den after planning a rogue attack. I wounded him, but instead of killing him, Bluestar exiled him. I was shocked when she named me her deputy, but it was after moonhigh, therefore the Clan ritual was broken. She was even more upset when Graystripe left her Clan. I know it made old memories resurface, the painful ones about her kits.

Forever on after that, Bluestar was not the cat I once thought I knew.

Her mind grew weary, everyday. When Tigerstar returned and killed Runningwind, Bluestar was in more than a state of shock. She stopped believing in StarClan. She thought her warrior ancestors were nothing more than a figment of her imagination. If they didn't stop Tigerstar, who said they wouldn't stop anything else? For a wile, I couldn't help but begin to see her troubles and wondered whether she was right.

Then the terrible fire raged through our camp. Bluestar was struck by a wave of grief when we all discovered Halftail and Patchpelt died. On top of that, the medicine cat, Yellowfang died after I found her in her den. She had tried to rescue the unfortunate elders, but had gotten too caught up in the smoke. Yellowfang was so much to me, and to Bluestar, the same.

I began to take over the Clan, not purposefully. But as time progressed, Bluestar began to isolate herself more and more, resulting in her grieving in her den all day, while I took charge. It felt horrible, knowing not what she thought about, having no idea how to help her.

She was even more devastated when she told her kits she was their mother, and they turned their backs on her.

Then an even bigger problem developed, Tigerstar. He had gone from Tigerclaw, exiled deputy of ThunderClan, to Tigerstar, newly appointed leader of ShadowClan. Surely this was a problem? But we soon found out, Tigerstar had nine lives, and he was willing to use them to kill ThunderClan, Bluestar, but mostly; me.

He lured a large dog pack that had escaped twolegs, towards the camp. Brindleface had been killed by him to show them what cat blood tasted like. Brightheart, then Brightpaw, was injured horrifically by a dog and scarcely lived. Swiftpaw, a promising apprentice, soon to be a warrior, was killed by the dogs.

In the end we had to run away from them, fleeing to Sunningrocks, the furthest we could get from them in ThunderClan territory. I ordered the fastest cats to make them run towards RiverClan, the dogs would them be distracted and hopefully fall into the raging gorge. But things didn't go as planned. I was the last cat on the trail, easily leading the dogs away. I felt pride as he felt their breaths slower and further away from me, their footsteps not even close to get me. But then Tigerstar made another appearance, trapping me and then letting me go. For a heartbeat, I was stunned. Suddenly I realized what he had done, the dog pack leader had caught up with me!

The massive dog picked me up in his jaws, shaking me about. I could feel my life slipping away, until a blue blur crashed into the lead dog, causing him to drop me. He fell straight over the edge, and I had a moment to realize who my savior was. Bluestar!

Immediately I leapt over the edge, without any thought. I had to save her, it was her last life. I found her quickly, but struggled to hold her weight and mine. But suddenly, Mistyfoot and Stonefur were beside me, holding their mother tight and pulling her to shore.

I knew it was useless, she was dying, StarClan were calling her. I could see it in her eyes. She requested her kits to forgive her as she lay, and they did. Finally, I could see peace in her eyes. Bluestar turned to me, blue eyes now misty silver. She told me of what a great leader I would be, how I had made her so proud. I couldn't share any of her admiration; for I was too busy trying to see if she could live, somehow.

Bluestar told me she would be happy in StarClan. She would be with Lionheart, Redtail and Oakheart. The elders and any other cat she had seen join the shining ranks of StarClan. Bluestar named me leader of ThunderClan, telling me I would become Firestar, the hero of the forest. I was the fire that would save our Clan, I could only nod, numbed by the realization she was leaving.

Finally, she breathed her last breath.

Bluestar, my leader, my mentor and my guidance, was dead.

Oh.. sorry all my warrior fans who were reading this. It took forever to write the necessary stuff, besides I went away on holidays. I promise the next chapter will be up soon. Please keep reviewing and reading! It makes me oh so happy!

- Atrasoul