A/N I realized that it's been a while. I am not feeling too motivated to write this story right now, so you may have to wait a while for the next chapter, sorry.
Sandstorm lifted her head, awoken from her sleep. She began to remember the evening's events and tears escaped from her eyes. She found it hard to believe that the Clan's greatest warrior was actually dead. Then when she thought about it..
Sandstorm found herself rushing towards Bluestar's room. 'There's no way he could've just died. Not him. He's stronger than that,' she thought to herself. 'There has to be more to his death than Bluestar was letting on.'
In a moment she had tracked herself down the halls to Bluestar's room. Sandstorm rushed inside without even announcing herself. She was happy to see that Bluestar was already awake.
Bluestar was looking out the window, at the city. She didn't so much as flinch when Sandstorm stormed into her room. Instead, she said simply, "Sandstorm. What a surprise."
Sandstorm was surprised at how emotionless Bluestar seemed. "Bluestar," she began, now unsure of how to ask her questions.
"What is it that you desire?" Bluestar asked, but once again, emotionless.
"I have come to wonder how Fireheart died."
"You did not see how bad his wounds were, Sandstorm."
"Yes, I know, but there has to have been more to it than that, surely?"
Bluestar allowed a pause, and Sandstorm continued.
"Someone like Fireheart doesn't just die like that, there must have been someone else there to take advantage of his weakness."
"Yes, but what you are currently suspecting is not quite what happened. He died for us, Sandstorm, not simply because an assassin came to take his life."
"I don't understand, Bluestar."
"On the first day that I was there, I felt a dark power was nearby."
"What are you getting at, Bluestar?"
"After Fireheart's death, his spirit came to me and told me everything. He had felt this darkness, as well. It was trying to take over his body, and he knew that he couldn't let that happen."
"Bluestar.." Sandstorm was beginning to suspect what she was about to be told. She wanted to ask Bluestar to stop telling the story, but she couldn't.
"He also knew that if he tried to fight it, then he would have lost, and would be one with the darkness," Bluestar paused again, but quickly continued what she was saying.
"And so, knowing in every way that he would lose himself to the darkness if he tried to fight, he killed himself.." Bluestar trailed off as a tear trickled down her cheek, but she had maintained her emotionlessness.
Sandstorm was speechless. She had begun to suspect this, but never truly expected it.
"Sandstorm.. I have lost so many warriors.. Redtail, Lionheart, and now Fireheart as well. Not one of them would have died if I hadn't placed false trust in Tigerclaw. Will you be next? Or perhaps Graystripe? Or even me?"
Sandstorm had not a clue on how she was to answer. The questions were very shocking. Fireheart's death must have hit Bluestar harder than she expected.
A/N I am ever so sorry for the short chapter, but I had to get it out there, and I was beginning to feel guilty for taking so long to update. So, sorry 'bout the short chapter.
