Lionblaze found it hard to concentrate on his warrior duties. Whenever he saw a mouse running near the WindClan border, he thought of Hollyleaf. Earlier, the golden tom and his brother had come back to camp to bring back the news. In Jayfeather's opinion, Hollyleaf couldn't be alive. The whole catastrophe had happened, probably too fast for her to do anything. So the brothers claimed that Hollyleaf had died, hunting mice for her Clan. ThunderClan sat a silent vigil, believing this. But in doubt still overshadowed other feelings in this tom's case.
The golden tabby tom was on a hunting patrol near the WindClan border. He stalked some unknown prey, soon to become freshkill if he was lucky. As he neared, he recognized the long tail and short fur of a mouse. It was oblivious to Lionblaze, and it didn't notice him when he made the killing bite. This mouse reminded the young warrior of lies. This was for Hollyleaf.
"Go on ahead," he muttered to Berrynose, Thornclaw, Icepaw, and Brightheart. Without waiting for their replies, he stalked away. Maybe he needed to hunt alone.
As soon as he was out of sight, Berrynose started complaining. "Who does he think he is, deputy?" the cream colored tom muttered.
Brightheart answered him, but her words were said with more understanding. "Who could blame him?" she murmured, "Hollyleaf was a valuable warrior."
Berrynose was at a loss for words. The black she-cat had always been an annoying furball to him. Calling him arrogant. Berrynose didn't believe that he deserved to be called such a thing.
Lionblaze, meanwhile, had just caught a skinny thrush. It was almost nothing but skin and bones, but he didn't care. He was about to search for some more prey when...
"Hello, Lionblaze," said a sweet voice, strangely familiar.
The tom turned around, slightly embarrassed to see Heathertail. The WindClan she-cat, fortunately, was still in her own territory.
"Yes, Heathertail... what do you want from me?" he growled.
The light brown she-cat was shocked. This was someone who used to be her friend?
"I want to be friends with you," Heathertail stated calmly, not betraying what was going on in her head.
"I'm sorry, I can't forgive you," Lionblaze said, turning his back on her. He left the WindClan cat about to say something, but with no one to listen.
Once he was out of earshot, Lionblaze murmured,"If only I could." But he had moved on, and now he knew how different Clans' friendships were like. Just look at Firestar and Onestar!
Hollyleaf opened her eyes later on and was amazed by what she saw. Flowers, in a variety of colors, bloomed. Their petals were silky soft, and as smooth as a sleek Twoleg pelt. The forest where Hollyleaf found herself was filled with creatures, some scampering around, others searching for food. Every step she took, the black she-cat felt that everything was coming alive.
Suddenly, a lean dark gray cat blocked her way. His blue gaze, although it reminded Hollyleaf of ice, was not hostile. To Hollyleaf, he looked very kind actually. But for StarClan's sake, why was he there? Was this... StarClan!
"Where do you think you're going?" he snarled in not such a kind tone.
"Who are you?" the young warrior retorted angrily, slightly dazed. She backed away.
The tom sighed. He didn't mean any harm.
"I'm sorry," he murmured,"let's start over."
"I'm Hollyleaf," meowed the she-cat,"and I'm wondering where I am."
The strange cat sighed yet again. "I think you should follow me."
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