Chapter 9! How will the clan deal with the death of Lilystar?

Flightwing

Flightwing stared at the limp body of the former leader. "Starclan…" she whispered, "Why? Why did this have to happen?" She looked up and yowled, "WHY?" She heard a sound behind her. Flightwing turned around and saw Scareye, Snaketail and Bramblepelt.

"Oh Starclan," whispered Bramblepelt, noticing the limp body, "She isn't…"

Flightwing nodded. Scareye yowled and raced to the she-cat's side. "Why?" he cried, "Why did this have to happen?"

"I am wondering the same thing," whispered Flightwing.

Bramblepelt and Snaketail carried Lilystar back to camp. They put her body in the center of the camp. The clan cats gathered around their fallen leader. "Are you okay?" asked Cinderstream.

Flightwing shook her head, "No. She died…in front of me Cinderstream…and she was…" Flightwing paused, "Never mind." She didn't want her sister to know about Lilystar being their sister and a special. It was better that she didn't know.

"Well, I have to take Scareye to the Moon Tree. Are you sure you are going to be okay?"

Flightwing nodded, "Yeah. I think so."

Cinderstream left Flightwing's side and padded over to Scareye. They talked for a second, before leaving camp.

"Why isn't Lilystar moving?" asked Digkit.

"She has went to Starclan," answered Silverstorm.

"Like Thornkit?" asked Skykit.

"Yes," a pained expression entered Silverstorm's face, "Like Thornkit."

Hazelpaw

Hazelpaw watched the monster roar away, "Twilight…" he whispered, "You aren't…."

"Ruby!" Twilight raced past Hazelpaw.

"What?" gasped Hazelpaw. He followed Twilight over the thunderpath, this time not hesitating at all. He saw that the fox that had saved him was one of Twilight's pups. The pup's fur was matted with blood.

Twilight poked his muzzle in the young fox's fur. The young she-fox opened her eyes and whispered, "Look daddy, I can speak cat too." She then closed her eyes.

Twilight howled in pain, "Why? Why did you have to go?"

Hazelpaw noticed that the she-fox was still breathing, "Twilight!" he exclaimed, "She is still alive!"

Twilight stopped howling, "Oh thank you Starclan. We have to get her to Nightclan! Mysticstorm will be able to help her!"

A yowl from the other side of the thunderpath, caught the cat and fox's attention. Twilight carefully picked up his daughter and they crossed the thunderpath. The brown tom was furiously licking a kit. The black and white tom was also licking a kit. The she-cat was panting heavily. "Yes," she whispered, "That's it. May I see my kits?" The toms placed the kits near the she-cat.

"So what are you going to call them Snow?" asked the brown tom.

Snow turned to Twilight and Hazelpaw, "What are your names?"

"I'm Hazelpaw and this is Twilight."

"Then I will name my kits Hazel and Twilight," said Snow, "Because I would be dead now without your help."

Twilight dipped his head in respect, but he didn't let go of his pup. "We have to go," said Hazelpaw, "Will you be alright?"

"We'll be fine," said the black and white tom, "Oh! And my name is Streak and that's my brother Sky. Good luck wherever you are going!"

"We will," agreed Hazelpaw. Twilight began leading them through the forest again.

Flightwing

The moon was almost at the highest point when Scareye returned. Except he wasn't Scareye anymore. He was Scarstar. Scarstar jumped on the Highstump and yowled, "Let all cats able to catch their own prey, gather here under the Highstump." Immediately warriors left the warriors den and apprentices left the apprentice den. The elders stuck their head out of the elders den. Silverstorm and Morningsun left the nursery. "The cat, I have chosen to become the new deputy will be Bramblepelt. Do you accept?"

"I do," said Bramblepelt.

Scarstar jumped off the Highstump and headed for the leader's den. Cats scattered back to their beds. "Hey," Cinderstream, padded over to her sister, "How are you doing?"

"Well, I guess I'm still shocked. I think I'll go out for a flight. It might help clear my head."

"Alright. I think that's the best medicine for you. But come to me later if you can't sleep."

Flightwing left camp, before lifting into the sky. She cleared over the tree tops and let the wind take her wherever it wanted to, "Lilystar was a special." she thought. Suddenly a vision of a cat and a fox entered her mind. The fox was carrying a younger fox in his jaw. She couldn't see what the cat looked like but the fox seemed so familiar, like she knew him. The vision faded faster than it had come. "That fox," she whispered, "It looked like… Twilight…but why was he traveling with a cat?" Flightwing looked around and realized that she was flying over Treeclan territory. "Whoops!" Flightwing turned around and flew back to Nightclan territory.