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Time To Live, Part Two
Iceshadow limped into the camp, clawmarks from the badger over her still. The setting
"Iceshadow." Petalstar was the one to greet her first. The whole Clan was sitting vigil for Hollyfire. Hollyfire's body had been gently laid in front of the huge dead tree. Iceshadow shuffled forward, dipping her head. Sleetflash stepped next to her, surveying her wounds. "What happened?" she asked.
The rest of the Clan was completely silent. Iceshadow found Snakeclaw's amber eyes. She looked at her apprentice, at Sweetsnow watching from the elder's den, at Sleetflash looking at her. Iceshadow frowned. Am I wrong? She looked into their eyes once again. No. She knew what she saw. It surprised her more than anything had ever surprised her before. The emotion that she saw in Sleetflash's dark blue eyes, Sweetsnow's light blue eyes, Snakeclaw and Wolfpaw's amber eyes, it was pride.
"Stand in front of me, Iceshadow." Petalstar commanded, voice clear and calm.
Iceshadow padded hesitantly in front of her leader. She couldn't quite look up at the white shecat. "This day, we have lost a Clanmate. We have mourned her loss, and now she resides in the starry forests in the sky. It is time to move on." Petalstar's voice was starting to break down, and she paused to look at the ground before her. "We will always miss Hollyfire. She was a brave and courageous warrior, and we will always honour her memory. It is time to choose the new deputy of ShadowClan."
Iceshadow looked at the moon, which was setting behind Petalstar. She didn't think she'd spent enough time looking at the night sky before.
"The new deputy of ShadowClan will be Iceshadow of ShadowClan." Petalstar said before retreating to the seclusion of her den.
Iceshadow felt a crazy rush. She couldn't explain it right now, but she didn't have to. She would take care of her Clan, what always had been her Clan. She would live the rest of her life here, and she would live her life to the fullest she could. She turned to the big dead tree behind her, silhouetted against the moonlight. She leapt up, clawing through the bark to pull herself up. She sat, silhouetted against the sky.
That was they started calling her name. She lifted her head to the clear sky, looking through the pine branches at the sky. Her sky.
THE END