The story continues.
Chapter 5.
A few sunrises later, Bluefur gave birth to three beautiful gray kittens, named Mistykit, Mosskit, and Stormkit. They looked just like their mother, and Goldenpaw purred when she went into the Nursery. She nuzzled Bluefur and licked her forehead. "Congratulations, Bluefur. They look just like you." Bluefur purred, looking up at Goldenpaw.
"Thank you." Bluefur mewed, licking her smallest kitten, Mosskit. "They're so precious, my darling kits."
But Goldenpaw knew something that no other cat knew. These kits were Oakheart's kits, and not only that, but they were going to go live with their father soon. Goldenpaw wasn't sure how soon, but she knew that Bluefur was a smart she-cat. She would find a way to make the Clan believe it was an accident, and a few sunrises later, she did.
"My kits! My kits! They're gone!"
A badger or a fox supposedly snatched her kits in the night, but Goldenpaw knew, that it was all a lie. It didn't take Goldenpaw long to realize just what Bluefur was doing. Their deputy was dying, and he would be retiring to the Elder's Den. That would mean that, if not for Bluefur's disappearance of her kits, Thistleclaw would have been next in line. And Goldenpaw, just as Bluefur did, did not trust a single strand of fur on Thistleclaw's body.
When the day finally came that their deputy retired, it was evident that Bluefur was to become the new deputy, and Thistleclaw was left in the crowd with his lips pulled up in a snarl. He hid his hatred well, but Goldenpaw knew that that was only the beginning.
While among all this, Goldenpaw was doing spectacular with her training. Just as she had said in the beginning, she tried even harder then the rest of the apprentices, in order to become a warrior faster. Tigerclaw watched her with pride in his eyes and it made her try even harder.
When her first Gathering came, Bluefur was announced as the new deputy and Goldenpaw met a few other apprentices from the other Clans. They all seemed friendly enough. She even thought that she could possibly become friends with them, but only at the Gatherings, because she would fight for her Clan above all things.
When they returned back to camp that night, Goldenpaw told the newest apprentice, Redpaw, about it. He was so ecstatic about it. Whitestorm was his mentor and at often times, Goldenpaw and Redpaw trained together. He was one of her closest friends. And life was going well in Thunderclan, but darkness always has a way of peeping its way inside the light.
A few sunrises later, Shadowclan attacked the camp. Goldenpaw suspected that Thistleclaw betrayed the warrior code and told a Shadowclan cat at the Gathering a few sundowns earlier that Greencough had hit their Clan early, for she had heard him talking about Greencough during the Gathering, so it only made sense to her. The Clan was unprepared for the attack, and even though there was no Greencough, Thunderclan still lost a life.
Blackpaw.
It was like time stood still for Goldenpaw when she found that her brother wasn't moving anymore. Her heart shattered in her chest and she ran to his side. "Blackpaw? Blackpaw! Get up!" Sh yowled, trying to get her brother to stand. "This isn't funny! Please!" But Blackpaw refused to move.
Goldenpaw, Rosepaw, Mouseheart, Cinderwing, Icefur, and Tigerclaw sat vigil that night.
When morning came, Goldenpaw still didn't remove herself from her brother's body. She didn't want to let go. He was her brother. He shouldn't be dead. And she didn't move until Bluefur came to her side and licked her muzzle. "Goldenpaw, you need some rest."
Goldenpaw shook her head. "N-no. I-I can't leave him. He wouldn't leave me." She mewled quietly.
Bluefur sighed. "I know, but you need some rest. Your brother is with Starclan now. He's watching over you." She mewed back quietly. "I lost my sister when I was a little older then you. It'll be okay, Goldenpaw."
Goldenpaw sniffed and nodded her head. "O-okay."
Bluefur turned and called out, "Tigerclaw! Take Goldenpaw to the Apprentice den. Stay with her until the sun is overcast."
With that said, Tigerclaw led Goldenpaw back to her den and placed her in her nest. Rosepaw was already inside the den, curled up against Cinderwing who had decided to join her daughter in her time of need. Goldenpaw nestled against her own nest, while Tigerclaw wrapped himself around her. He licked her head, but didn't say anything. No words were needed.
Goldenpaw just rested her head against him and fell asleep.
And the only thing her dreams consisted of was dark amber eyes watching her from the forest and Blackpaw's bloodstained body. This was all Thistleclaw's fault. He had killed her brother. He didn't deserve to live.
/ Its shorter than my last few chapters, but this made me sad, and I didn't want to write too much on Blackpaw's death. Oh, the next chapter, you'll find out who murdered Blackpaw during the battle, what their intentions were, and what Tigerclaw is going to do about it. Until next time!