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Oceanwind- Eh...kind of. I believe I explain it in this chapter. It's similar to what happened to Rosethorn - remember how she always thought her father had died of Greencough - until Streamstar set her straight?
Pearl.H.Sweden- Okay, I'm going to ask you...but why does everyone like Ebonypaw so much? I admit, I have affection for her... but seriously..why? Would you guys like me to put her in more scenes - and maybe hand her a sub-plot?
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Strangefur- Yeah...that little Rosethorn-Shrewtail conversation had its...non-spacey moments. That 'twas an accident!
Rosethorn's mouth formed a gape, as the meaning of Thorntail's words hit he like a bolt of lightning. 'Probably?' She wanted to yowl out, 'You probably killed Graywhisker? Probably?!' but she held her tongue. Whatever Thorntail had or hadn't done – it seemed to have taken a toll on him. Maybe some day when her mate was acting saner, she would confront him about his answer…
Thorntail himself didn't seem to think that his ominous answer was very important at all, because suddenly his tail shot into the air with pure joy. "Now I remember where RiverClan buries their dead!" he purred – and Rosethorn suddenly recalled that they were having trouble finding the burial grounds. "Follow me," he meowed, scooping up the magpie he had dropped earlier into his powerful jaws, and taking off. Rosethorn watched the smoke-colored cat bolt off for a few heart-beats before she gathered herself, and pelted after him.
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Thorntail slowly came to a halt, and Rosethorn stumbled up beside him, twitching her ears, as she gazed curiously at the RiverClan burial grounds. Thorntail had told her correctly; when he had said that they usually buried their dead by the river. And personally, Rosethorn thought that they couldn't have chosen a darker, shadier place. RiverClan territory wasn't known for being speckled with trees, as ThunderClan territory was with their forest. But oddly enough, a couple of large, strong, oak trees stood right beside the river, and darkened the area with their immense shadows – and this was Leaf-bare – the trees didn't have their leaves to add extra shadows! Rosethorn couldn't imagine what it was like when it was New-Leaf, and the oaks would be covered with their leaves.
She flicked her gaze away from the sparkling frozen-river and the shady oaks, and glanced at the earth in which the warriors – and Graywhisker lay. The ground looked lumpy with mounds of earth – under which, Rosethorn guessed, there was dead warriors. There were so many – Rosethorn couldn't even count them. She guessed that the bodies of RiverClan warriors from several generations ago still were memorialized with a…mound of earth.
Thorntail padded into the Burial Ground, and Rosethorn hesitated before following him – and she was almost instantly hit with the horrid stench of ShadowClan.
"Great StarClan!" she coughed. "Why was ShadowClan here?" she hesitated before sniffing again, and realized it was just one ShadowClan cat.
Thorntail dropped the magpie, and opened his mouth to taste the air. "My father was here recently," he breathed, and Rosethorn twitched her ears. From Speedtail's description of the ShadowClan tom, she never would have figured that he would've left his territory to visit the grave of his dead son.
Thorntail gave Rosethorn no room to comment, and padded over to a specific mound, that rested just under one of the large oaks. As Rosethorn approached, she realized that the ShadowClan scent was almost unbearably strong – and figured, that it was Graywhisker's grave, and that the gray cats' father had stood by it for awhile, before heading back to his own territory.
Rosethorn blinked as she realized that she was correct – the ShadowClan scent more or less stood by one specific spot, before it started away. She gazed at the large mound of earth that both their father sat by and that Thorntail was staring at. She blinked, twice, as she stared at the ground under which Graywhisker was resting.
"Yup, definitely my father." Thorntail mumbled, sniffing the air once more.
"Your father must be nice," Rosethorn purred carefully, "If he came all the way down from ShadowClan territory to visit his son's grave." She chuckled lightly, "Graywhisker's lucky to have kin that cares…I mean, cared about him so much,"
"Lucky my tail," Thorntail muttered, and Rosethorn looked at him, startled, and the gray cat continued, "This is just so he doesn't look like the uncaring piece of fox-dung his is to his Clan."
Rosethorn couldn't help but let out an exasperated hiss, "Why do you have to say it like that?" she shook her head violently, frustrated, "Why in the name of StarClan would a cat worry about appearances to his Clan, when his son is dead?" Thorntail didn't have an answer to that, so Rosethorn went on – in a slightly softer tone, "You always talk…so badly about your father…Thorntail, why do you hate him so much? He's your kin!" And your only kin left, she realized – Thorntail's mother and brother were both dead, after all.
Thorntail flicked his gaze down at his gray paws, "He's the one that hates me…" he mumbled, "He never liked me…or Graywhisker."
Rosethorn couldn't help but burst out, "Why? How could a father hate his own kit? I mean…" Rosethorn sighed, "He and your mother were clearly in love – she left her Clan for him! How could he hate you two?"
"Yes…I wonder why…" Thorntail blinked in surprise – and Rosethorn noticed that he was starting to get that odd look in his ice-blue eyes that he seemed to be getting a lot today. "Why do I hate my father so much?"
At this, Rosethorn had to suppress a gasp. Thorntail hated his father…and didn't even know why? "Did he…did he ever do something cruel to you?" she asked carefully.
Thorntail blinked once or twice as he thought. "No…not once," he breathed, "My father…never…did anything like that…" his surprisingly-pink tongue swiped across his lips once or twice, before he went on, "I…I don't know why I hate him so much…but I remember…when I was a kit…and visiting my mother in the medicine cat's den a little before she died… She'd always say…'Your father is a cold, cruel, evil cat – and he'll do terrible things to you.'" He quoted his mother so well and easily, that Rosethorn wondered just how much Thorntail's mother had said that to him. But…why? Why would she burn that through her kitten's mind about their father?
…
Thorntail couldn't help but wonder himself why his mother had said that to him… He recalled all the times his mother had said things like that to him – and one particular incident popped out the most.
The droplets of rain rang in his ears, as he slowly rested his tiny gray paws onto the soft earth beneath him. His eyes flashed around the den filled with herbs and medicines, and it took him a few heartbeats until he finally noticed his mother. Her pelt was like the sky – a very pale gray with small blue flecks. And her eyes were wide, and filled with what looked like the flowing water of RiverClan's river.
He had wasted no time before rushing over to her, while his brother, Graykit was slightly more hesitant. Though finally, he too stalked over to the cat that had kitted him.
His mother had greeted them warmly…and asked them about their days… Thorntail wasn't sure – there was a gap in his memory here – but somehow they got onto the subject of their father…
"Your father is a cruel, evil tom – and he hates kits," his mother had meowed firmly.
At that, Graykit let out a surprised squeak, "Father doesn't like us?" while Thornkit had simply pricked his ears at the news.
"That's right," Lightsnow - his mother - murmured softly, touching Graykit's forehead with her long tail, "Because of that, you can't trust your father. You can't depend on him…" she explained quietly, "So the only cat Graykit can count on is Thornkit and the only cat Thornkit can count on is Graykit…because I can't protect you any longer…" she trailed off – and Thornkit hadn't caught the hint of sorrow in her voice at the time.
Instead, he squeaked, "That's okay! Graykit will take care of me, I'll take care of Graykit – and then we'll take care of our Clans!"
His mother let out a purr, and flicked her gaze away from his brother, and rested her soft, loving gaze on him. "Thornkit…when you purr like that…you look just like your father." She chuckled good-naturedly, "Just like your father!"
"Just like my father…" Thorntail quoted, his eyes widening.
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"But…but if your father never did anything to you," Rosethorn finally spoke – interrupting Thorntail from what looked like a very deep thought, "Then why would she say such things?"
"Why…I wonder…" Thorntail mewed – and Rosethorn once again felt that shiver crawl down her spine as she noticed how soft and shallow the gray tom's voice had become. "Why did my mother speak so…terribly about my father? She would say the same thing every time she saw us," he explained, flicking his tail at Rosethorn as if that were a very important point. "But…she'd then look all happy…that I looked just like my father. My…my mother was always like that! She always said things that made no sense!" Thorntail's large, black pupils that always gazed out of his pale-blue eyes seemed to want to hide away, because they got rather tiny as Thorntail went on, "Why did my mother talk like that? And why…why did I believe her?" he gazed at Rosethorn, with a cold hard glance – as if Rosethorn somehow knew the answer, "Why do I hate my father so much?" he asked, and Rosethorn opened her mouth to answer – but she could think of no way how. How could she? The only cat who could possibly know why Thorntail hated his father – was probably Thorntail! And he seemed as clueless about that subject as Rosethorn was to how the clouds and birds were able to fly high in the sky, yet if a cat tried it they would tumble to the earth.
"I keep telling myself not to think about it…" Thorntail continued, lowering his head to look down at his paws again, "Every time I do…I feel sick…and I get the sensation that I can feel the blood move through my body…I suppose that's why Blueherb told me not to think about it."
"Blueherb?" Rosethorn echoed forgetting for an instant that Thorntail had had to stay in the RiverClan medicine cat's den for a little while because he was a little…out of it.
"I had to stay in her den for a couple of…moons…because apparently I wasn't….normal…" Thorntail mumbled – almost inaudibly, "She said I don't have to think about it if I don't want to. About my mother…and my father…and my…" Thorntail's voice seemed to be hitched in his throat, before he could choke out, "brother."
"If I could…" Thorntail continued, "I would stop thinking about everything…That's why I went to ThunderClan…I couldn't stay in RiverClan…everything kept nagging at me about my brother's death…But…now Shadenight keeps coming around…" Thorntail's voice cracked with emotion, "And…all the time I'm with her…no matter what I do…I end up thinking about Graywhisker's death. You told me not to run away, Rosethorn…but…" Thorntail shook his head violently, "But I'm not sure how things will go with her…if I keep…" he seemed to think that that sentence was of no importance whatsoever, because he simply trailed off – and started a new sentence, "It's not Shadenight's fault…oh, StarClan knows that it's not." Thorntail made some odd noise that Rosethorn had never heard before – it sounded like a cross between a sniff and a choke, before he went on, "But I've reached my limit…"
"I've had enough of…eating herbs that taste like fox-dung…and always having cats stare at me like I'm not not one of them…" Thorntail mumbled, "I don't want to ever go back to being stuck in that StarClan-forsaken cage that they call a Medicine Cat's den! I don't want to go back…"
"Thorntail…" Rosethorn began, but the gray tom seemed to not have heard her, and instead continued on mumbling.
"I don't want to go back! I just want to be a normal warrior…I want to patrol…and mate…and see some other cat other than some medicine cat who thinks that she knows what's going on in my head…"
"Thorntail…" Rosethorn tried again.
"I don't want to ever go back to that! Ever!" For the first time, Rosethorn noticed that Thorntail was panting heavily – as if he had just run all the way from HighStones to the Tallpines. "I don't want to be cooped up in a den ever again…oh, StarClan…no…" Rosethorn rushed to his side, protectively – fully aware that Thorntail wasn't exactly acting himself. However, she couldn't help but remember the incident at the Thunderpath when they had saw the body of a ShadowClan cat that had killed itself in a manner almost exactly like Graywhisker had – and Thorntail had passed out and, in fact, had stopped breathing. If that happened again, Rosethorn tensed herself to help him.
However, she realized, Thorntail was probably in even worse shape now then he was when he wasn't breathing. Anxiety dug into her heart like a thorn, as she worried not only for Thorntail's physical help – the kind Rosethorn had been trained all her life to heal – but also for the wounds that Thorntail had inflicted on his own heart. The kind that a medicine cat can only help – but never heal.
She gently touched his shoulder with her dainty ginger tail, when suddenly a movement caught her eye, and she flashed her gaze over to it.
She noticed the ebony-colored fur of Shadenight almost instantly – especially with her eyes which shown like two tiny blue moons in the dark night. Beside the RiverClan she-cat, was the small, brown tabby tom that seemed to be Shadenight's messenger, Owlpelt.
Rosethorn couldn't help but wonder how they hadn't noticed the two standing there before – when she realized that with RiverClan scent all around her, she would probably have trouble figuring out which scents were a few paw-steps away, and which were simply fresh. At that, she wondered how long the two cats had been standing there.
She wanted to claw her own ears off, for not expecting them there. Graywhisker had been Shadenight's mate for a time, and apparently one of Owlpelt's best friends. Of course they would come visit his grave! Why wouldn't they?
Then she wondered how long had they been there? Had they seen Thorntail freak out over his worry of being put into a den all alone once more?
"What do you mean… you're not sure how things will go with me?" Shadenight asked, her voice a soft mew- and Rosethorn recalled Thorntail saying pretty much what Shadenight just had earlier. The two RiverClan cats had been there for awhile. "It's not fair," Shadenight continued – her voice a pitiful cry, "You're just running away again!"
Rosethorn flashed a glance to look at Thorntail, to see how her Clanmate was taking all this – and she noticed that he was just fixing Shadenight with a blank stare.
"You were like that even when Graywhisker was alive!" Shadenight continued. "You told me that you loved me…but all you really cared about was Graywhisker!" Shadenight's own sapphire eyes widened with pain, "And Graywhisker was the same way! All he ever cared about was you! I wanted…one of you…just to look at me for once! Everyone in RiverClan envied me because I had both of you all to myself," Shadenight went on, "But they didn't know how much I hurt! I was so lonely…that's why…" Shadenight's voice started to crack – and Rosethorn couldn't tell if the warrior was just being overdramatic – as she had been before – or if she was really bothered by something. Apparently it was the latter – and Rosethorn was positive of that as Shadenight continued, "That's why," she repeated, "I told Graywhisker to go away!" her yowl was so loud, Rosethorn could've sworn that a leader receiving a dream from StarClan at the moonstone would've heard the mighty screech. "I said to him…" Shadenight continued, "'Why do there have to be two of you? If there was only one of you, I wouldn't have to feel this loneliness…I wish one of you would go away.'"
Rosethorn had to stifle a horrified gasp. How could Shadenight have said such a thing?
"Shortly after I said that…" Shadenight choked, "Graywhisker really did go away! Graywhisker granted my wish…but…but…" Shadenight let out a slight hiss – as she gasped for air, "That only made Thorntail worry about Graywhisker even more…even though he's dead…" Shadenight blinked in thought. "I wonder if StarClan is punishing me. Punishing me, because I said such a horrible thing to him! I can't believe it..." Shadenight let out a furious yowl to the heavens at that – "I killed Graywhisker!"
Thorntail's eyes lit up – Rosethorn couldn't guess why – as if he had just realized something. However, before he could state what it was, Shadenight turned her back on them, and brushed past her escort, Owlpelt, before she sped off.
"Wait, Shadenight!" Thorntail screeched, and he started to pelt after her – but he stumbled over one of the accursed mounds of earth that RiverClan scattered about in the burial grounds.
"Thorntail, are you alright?" Owlpelt gasped, padding to the side of the smoky gray ThunderClan tom. Rosethorn rushed to his side as well, as Thorntail blinked his ice-blue eyes curiously, before meowing, "This isn't good."
Owlpelt nodded in agreement, "We'd better find Shadenight – fast...she seemed rather upset."
Thorntail grunted something that might've been an 'okay', before he struggled to his paws.
"It shouldn't be too hard to find her…we could just follow her scent trail…" Rosethorn quickly assessed that Thorntail wasn't exactly in the state of mind to use common sense, and Owlpelt seemed to just be standing there – not doing anything to find his Clanmate.
"Right." Owlpelt meowed, and sniffed the air. "She went that way," he meowed flicking his tail, and Rosethorn rolled her eyes – they had just seen Shadenight run in that direction. That was obvious! However, she didn't comment on how mouse-brained Owlpelt was acting – he was usually such a smart tom too – and instead, pelted after the two cats as they began to look for the pretty ebony-colored she-cat.
Suddenly, Thorntail called behind him – to Rosethorn and Owlpelt who were having trouble keeping up with his brisk pace, "I think she must've gone into ThunderClan territory."
"That's where her scent leads," Owlpelt agreed, and Rosethorn's eyes widened. Why was Shadenight going to ThunderClan territory? Was she going to try and meet a ThunderClan patrol, and let them send her to StarClan so she could at least be with Graywhisker? Unless…
"I'm going to go look for her," Thorntail announced, taking a turn to start into his home-territory, and Rosethorn let out a squeak of surprise.
"I'll go with you," she offered rushing after him, but Thorntail let out a furious hiss.
"No," he growled, and jerked his head towards Owlpelt, "You stay here, with him."
"Why?" Rosethorn burst out. "We can cover more ground together!"
"Rosethorn!" there was no denying the fury that was sprinkled on Thorntail's tone, "I need to tell Shadenight why Graywhisker died! The real reason!"
"Did you kill Graywhisker?" Rosethorn asked again, and Thorntail opened his mouth – probably to tell her that he had already answered that question, but she cut him off. "You said 'probably'. Did you kill him? Yes, or no, Thorntail!?"
Thorntail's blue eyes had never looked more like chips of ice – and he bristled his gray for. She couldn't remember him ever doing that before. "What does your instinct tell you?" he asked – his voice eerily calm. "What do you think, Rosethorn?"
"I think…" Rosethorn quickly thought about how she should word this, "I think that you could never have killed Graywhisker, because you loved him more then you loved yourself! You loved Graywhisker as your best friend and kin! You never would've killed him!"
Thorntail's eyes narrowed into slits, before he muttered an answer that Rosethorn couldn't hear, before he turned his back on her and rushed to the border.
Almost on cue, to Rosethorn's distain, rain started to tumble down from the high heavens. She didn't even bother to take note that it was raining- in leaf-bare, and how peculiar that was.
As her pelt started to become wet, and heavy with the drizzle, Owlpelt padded to his side, and she realized, with a jolt, that the RiverClan tom had seen all of the conversation she had had with Thorntail.
"I wonder if that's true…" Owlpelt mumbled, and at first, Rosethorn wondered if he was referring to how Thorntail killed his brother (maybe.) but as he went on, she knew that he was thinking something entirely different, "That…Graywhisker killed himself because of what Shadenight said."
"I don't believe it…" Rosethorn mumbled, as thunder clashed above – nearly making her jump in fear. However, she continued, "I don't believe that Graywhisker would've killed himself over something like that. Even if Shadenight did say that…to be so…rash…" she shook her head – it didn't make sense for him to kill himself over that. "Graywhisker, who loved Thorntail so much…he must've known the impact that that would've had on his brother…" she lowered her gaze to the ground, "Graywhisker never would've done that to Thorntail…because of…that."
Owlpelt blinked. "Then why did Graywhisker die?"
Rosethorn shrugged her shoulders. If only she knew! Nothing made sense! And every cat seemed to be blaming themselves for Graywhisker's death! Shadenight…Thorntail…who was next? One of Applefur's unborn kits?
Her thoughts were interrupted, as Thorntail came rushing back towards her and the RiverClan tom – and she couldn't help but wonder how long she had been thinking – if he had had time to go all the way to ThunderClan territory and back.
"I couldn't find her!" the gray tom hissed, stumbling to a halt, and Rosethorn twitched her ears. She had suspected that he wouldn't. StarClan had sent rain at the least opportune time.
"Then where could she have gone?" Owlpelt hissed, and Thorntail shrugged his shoulders. Then, his eyes widened as he realized something. Owlpelt gasped – and Rosethorn blinked, wondering if the two toms had just figured something out.
She was right – because their voices became as one as they both hissed, "The Thunderpath."
Rosethorn felt her heart pound. No… she thought, thinking of seeing the pretty RiverClan she-cat's body sprawled out onto the Thunderpath after being hit by a monster – surrounded by a pool of her own blood. Not Shadenight too!
Owlpelt and Thorntail exchanged a glance, before they started pelting back towards ThunderClan territory – and Rosethorn wondered if they were aware that she was pounding at their heels, praying to StarClan that they wouldn't be too late.
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"I don't get it!" Owlpelt yowled beside the gray cat, as they crossed the border, and Thorntail flashed him a glance. "How could Shadenight and Graywhisker predict that a monster would come and hit them? Doesn't ThunderClan sometimes go for moons without seeing one?"
Thorntail shrugged his shoulders, not particularly in the mood for small talk, but luckily Rosethorn behind him answered breathlessly, "Not in leaf-bare. For some reason, monsters seem to run every which direction more often. Usually around the middle of the season."
For some reason, once the words were out of the medicine cat's mouth, she rushed to his side leaving Owlpelt to rush at full speed alone for a little while. "It wasn't Shadenight's fault that Graywhisker died!" he hissed breathlessly – not even realizing what he was saying.
"I know…" Rosethorn began, but Thorntail cut her off.
"She didn't do anything!" he stressed. "I remember it now, Rosethorn! I remember the real reason that Graywhisker died."
"You mean you had forgotten? How could you forget?" Rosethorn hissed, and Thorntail blinked – remembering how Rosethorn had told him about how her father had really been killed by a traitor, Skysong, but since she had liked Skysong so much apparently she had blocked that incident out with the memory of Crimsonspirit dying of Greencough. Apparently, this dawned on Rosethorn as well, because she purposely looked away from him – possibly ashamed.
However, he had to tell her, "It wasn't that I couldn't remember, Rosethorn. It's that…I didn't want to."
Rosethorn made some comment that he couldn't hear over the roaring thunder, so he didn't comment.
Instead, he found his mind wandering over the similarities between this day, and the day when Graywhisker died. He remembered the patrol leaving RiverClan territory to find him. Puddlespots, Speedtail, Drizzlestep, Shadepaw, Owlpaw, and himself…
"The Thunderpath is rather large," Rosethorn panted beside him, "Perhaps we should split up?"
Thorntail looked at her, startled. How was it that Rosethorn always seemed to be able to quote things from the past? Puddlespots had said something rather similar. Except she commented on how ThunderClan territory was rather large…not the Thunderpath.
He was about to answer, when Owlpelt seemed to get a burst of speed, and rush on leaving the two ThunderClan cats behind.
Thorntail, instinctively picked up his pace – as did Rosethorn beside him, and he flashed her a grateful glance.
"I hope Graywhisker's alright." She meowed, and Thorntail looked at her, startled. Had she just said…'I hope Graywhisker's alright'? What did she mean by that?
Her scarlet pelt brushed against his, and Thorntail almost made a startled mew. Suddenly…he wasn't running after Shadenight…he was running after Graywhisker… And Rosethorn wasn't pounding along beside him – it was Shadepaw, who was murmuring about how she hoped Graywhisker wasn't hurt… And then she gazed at him with her big…sapphire eyes…
Thorntail gazed at Rosethorn in horror, as she turned her own blue gaze onto him – her eyes filled to the brim with worry…so much like Shadepaw's sapphire eyes…
"I found her!" he heard ahead of him, Owlpelt yowl. Thorntail blinked in surprise – recalling how it had been Owlpaw who had yowled the same thing about Graywhisker.
His heart pounding with fear that it had happened again, he rushed forward, recalling how it had ended last time. Graywhisker's pale blue eyes staring into Thorntail's identical pair… before he…
The image of Graywhisker's flattened body – the body that looked exactly like his – flashed in his mind, and he cringed.
He was about to call out for Shadenight to come back – hoping that she would rush back to him – but his voice was drowned out by the thundering noise…of thunder? No… Thorntail's eyes widened, as he realized a monster had just rolled on by.
"Shadenight!" he yowled leaping through the ferns that tangled between him and the Thunderpath.
He flashed his gaze around the path, half-expecting to see Shadenight's dark body lying flat on the path – just as Graywhisker's was, and to his relief, he didn't see even one drop of blood.
He looked around, and finally rested his gaze on where she was – lying beside Owlpelt – her muzzle buried into her own paws, as she mewed, "I came here because I wanted to die…But when I saw the monster…I got scared…so scared…" She almost instantly broke into a wail of uncontrollable sobs.
"Shadenight!" Thorntail gasped, rushing towards her. Almost instantly she removed her muzzle from her paws, and buried it deep in Thorntail's chest. His fur prickled, as he felt Rosethorn's own gaze burning into his gray fur. "Shadenight…Shadenight…Shadenight…" he mumbled, giving her ear a small lick. "Graywhisker…he didn't kill himself because of you."
Shadenight's sobs stopped almost instantly, and the only sound that rang in Thorntail's ears was the soft pattering of the rain as hit tumbled to the earth.
"Graywhisker killed himself…" he choked, "Because…because he learned that our father isn't the tom who we thought he was. He learned…that our father isn't really our father at all!"
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