Mistywater decided to go back to Camp. When she arrived, her father, Harestar, was jumping up onto the Rockpile.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own rabbit gather before the Rockpile to hear my words." Murmurs echoed throughout the clan. It sounded like there was to be an apprenticing ceremony. "Stripekit, Deerkit, please come forward." The mother of the kits, the spiky Heathertail, stood proudly as her kits walked forward to meet Harestar. Breezepelt, their father, looked on, and Mistywater could see pride in his eyes, too. This was their second litter. "Mistywater, you have not yet had an apprentice. You will mentor Deerpaw. The She-kit touched noses with her new mentor. "Owlsky, you will mentor Stripepaw." Stripepaw looked confused. Mistywater suddenly realized why. Owlsky was back in the clearing!
"Umm, Harestar?" Stripepaw squeaked. "Owlsky isn't here." Harestar looked around.
"You are correct, young Stripepaw. Where is Owlsky?"
"He's dead." Mistywater whispered.
"What did you say Mistywater? I couldn't here you." Her father asked.
"I said, HE'S FREAKING DEAD! AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT!"
"Well, how did this come to pass?"
"Umm... a mountain cat killed him." Because, technically, it was true." Harestar was aghast.
"I must go talk to Tigerstar, Mistystar, and Bramblestar. The Mountain cats shall pay for this. We shall wage war on them!"
And that is how there was a fictional war between the mountain cats and the clan cats. I might write a story about it so stay tuned. This is the END of A (forbidden) Love Story.
Thank you for reading, and this is
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