Somebody has a birthday today. Happy Birthday.

How do I know this? Everyday is somebody's birthday!

~Spottedpaw13~

Many moons later, RiverClan decided to join Tigerstar. They were all one Clan, called SupremeClan.

(What, is that a new kind of pizza? Sorry, just had to add that.)

Tigerstar was very likely planning something. And ThunderClan was prepared.

Firefrost stared at the entrance. It was nearly moonhigh, but he couldn't fall asleep. He told Brackenfur, who was guarding the entrance, that he was going to go hunting, and ran through the entrance.

It was almost sunrise. Firefrost was getting tired. He had caught two mice, so he padded back to camp.

He blinked, but his eyes and ears weren't deceiving him.

There was a battle going on!

Firefrost ran into the entrance. A bunch of SupremeClan cats were fighting the ThunderClan cats. It appeared some cats were already dead. Somehow, a branch had fallen onto Rainpaw's head, which killed him. Many other cats were dead as well.

Firefrost and the other living ThunderClan cats barely managed to drive out the invaders. As he looked at the living ThunderClan cats, the young deputy was sure some of them would die from their wounds. He panicked when he couldn't see Bluestar.

"Firefrost," a voice rasped. Firefrost turned his head and was slightly relieved to see Bluestar. He raced over to her.

"It looks like my time has come..." she told him.

Firefrost looked at her in panic. "Bluestar, you can't die!"

"I can die, Firefrost, and I am dieing right now. I'll have to leave my Clan."

I can't think of really much more than this, so the rest of Bluestar's death is not available to be read.

Instead, I'll just tell you that Bluestar told Firefrost that Tigerstar wanted to meet with ThunderClan's leader at sunhigh of the next day.

Good day, ladies and gentlemen.

Firefrost blinked and turned away from his dead leader. He looked at the cats that were still alive.

His apprentice, Sorrelpaw, was alive, standing next to her was Sootpaw. Willowpelt was right behind them. Graystripe, Longtail, Sandstorm, Fernpaw, Mousefur, Thornclaw, and Brambleclaw were all alive. Cinderpelt was also alive, making sure that every cat was alright.

No other cat had survived.

Only eleven cats were still in the Clan. Firefrost needed to get his nine lives and name his deputy, and he needed to do that all before sunhigh of the next day.

Cinderpelt limped over to Firefrost. "Perhaps we could take everyone with us on the way to the Moonstone, then you can name your deputy there, and after that you can go to Fourtrees.

"That's...a good idea," Firefrost decided. Then he called his Clan together, told them they were all going to Highstones before making the trip to Fourtrees, and led them out of camp.

These chapters are....kinda short. Wow.

I admit, At first I wasn't expecting to kill of Bluestar like that. But hey, why not?

I can't believe that just before right now I forgot that Whitestorm died of greencough and didn't fight PizzaClan-er, SupremeClan. Waking up at 6 AM isn't too good for me right now.

I should be starting Pictochat tonight. Perhaps not right away.

~Spottedpaw13~