Hmm. Emberclaw, you've given me an idea for this chapter *grins manically*

Random Facts

Did you know that if you stare directly into the center of a friend/family members eyes, you can see a faint glimmer of their spirit? It could either be dancing around based on their mood, it could be in fear, or something else as an emotion.

Okay, now let's begin the story :333.

Dragonstar padded out of Camp, legs moving stiffly. He coughed roughly, ears flattening against his head. It had been a couple days now, he could hardly breathe without feeling the tightening of his pelt against his ribs. Each time he coughed, he felt the inflammation in his lungs squeeze around desperately, suffocating him for a couple moments.

He paused suddenly, hacking mildly before forcing himself to head on further. He couldn't decide whether he liked Spottedfur or Sunsky now, but he wasn't going to ask for answers. He felt as if death neared him, even though Heatherfoot had objected and said that it was nowhere close. She had the cure luckily.

Dragonstar reached the border, staring out into the space of FireClan territory. In a blur he could see his mate, trotting over. But she hadn't come alone.

Along with Sunsky a jet black tom followed. He was the age of a apprentice, but not too old. "Who did you bring?" Dragonstar croaked, his voice hoarse. "I'll explain after," Sunsky mewed softly, reaching Dragonstar's side and nuzzling him. "I heard about the black-cough" She stared at her paws. "I can't give you up, you're not going anywhere. CloudClan isn't that cruel. It's only been about six moons of your leadership," she leaned over to the young leader and sighed. "I'm sorry about the sickness, no one at the age of thirty-two moons should be affected with something this horrid." She shuddered. Dragonstar shook his head, "don't worry. Heatherfoot told me she has a cure."

Sunsky smiled. "That's good."

"Mom. Who's this?" the tom asked, stepping over, his eyes ablaze. "Mom?" Dragonstar tipped his head. "Well, Dragonstar, I've been meaning to talk to you about this." Sunsky breathed softly. "This is your son, this cat." She flicked her tail over to the muscular jet black tom with her tail. "His name is Bramblepaw."

"What are you talking about, this cat isn't my father." Bramblepaw retorted, his fur bristling. "Tanglefoot is my father, are you being a mouse-brain all over again." He turned his icy glare on Dragonstar, claws unsheathed. "No, Bramblepaw." Sunsky murmured. "Tanglefoot is your adopted father. Dragonstar is your actual father."

Dragonstar recoiled, eyes wide. "I thought there was no other kit," he frowned. "There was, I wanted just one to raise on my own. Tanglefoot was willing enough to care for Bramblepaw. I hope you aren't mad," she backed away and shielded Bramblepaw as if Dragonstar would attack his son.

"I'm not mad, I understand." Dragonstar whispered.

"I don't!" Bramblepaw spat, lunging himself at Dragonstar. "You're a sick NightClan flea-bag, you're just a rouge!" He hissed. As he was in the air, Sunsky snatched him down gently, dropping to the ground. "This is your father you're attacking, now stop." She narrowed her eyes, staring down at her son in disapproval. Bramblepaw continued to growl, but not loudly.

"I should be going," Dragonstar mumbled, heaving himself to his paws with a wince and heading away.

Suddenly he felt his heart slow, his lungs freeze in action and his breath catch in his throat. He could see the shimmering light of CloudClan enter his eyes, and could not longer hear the calls of Sunsky. He knew at once what was happening.

He was having the heart attack a cat was given before their death from black-cough.

Dragonstar hacked loudly, trying to relieve himself with air, but nothing worked. He dropped to the ground, breathing in shuddering gulps of air.

Finchwing only started mentoring her first apprentice, how could she even begin leading the Clan?! Dragonstar gasped for another breath, but he could already hear the soft voice of Shadowstar, welcoming him to CloudClan. Dragonstar writhed around, was Finchwing the proper choice for the deputy? She would fail to succeed the requirements and qualifications, breaking the warrior code. She can't lead a Clan without having mentored one apprentice.

Suddenly the world went blank, waves of black inched into his eyes and washed over him. His heart froze in motion, lungs releasing all air, and body collapsing to death.

I feel like it has been too much death, tooooo much death. Hence the new name, The New Life. But don't worry, it wont stay with death, after death, after more death. I'll think of something. But don't expect no deaths next time, expect more in the upcoming book chapter.

MWAHAHAHAHA.

And also, for chapter 50, I will be doing something AWESOME! Everyone who has followed and favorited will be allowed to submit a cat of their personality, mainly themselves as a character, and all will be used for at least ONE HUGE part in the chapter. As a celebration for the fiftieth chapter. But we're so far away! Just remember, my chapters run on reviews, no reviews means no chapter or late chapters, so review, follow and favorite if you haven't already!

Shad0wSt0rm out!

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