Bluestar

Bluestar was in the dream forest before she knew she had fallen asleep. With a groan, she hauled herself to her feet. Why do I always end up here?! At this point, a few creepy dead cats were the least of her problems.

She glanced around for any sign of Spottedleaf or Sparrowfeather. She was surprised to see only Spottedleaf, a few tail lengths away, grooming herself.

The beautiful cat glanced up at Bluestar, "Well you took your time. Don't you ever sleep?"

Bluestar ignored the comment, "Where's Sparrowfeather?"

"She'll be along soon. Just had some business to attend to." They sat in silence for a few moments.

Suddenly, Bluestar couldn't help but ask, "How did you die? Did that Clawface finally realize what a fox you really were?"

The ex medicine cat shook her head, "Oh no. I just traded him some herbs in order to kill me. Simple as that."

Bluestar's eyes shot wide, and her ears flattened against the sides of her head, "WHAT?! You wanted him to kill you?"

Spottedleaf looked vaguely annoyed, "Well, I wouldn't have paid him if I didn't want him to, would I? Anyway, I took a few poppy seeds for the pain, and that's that."

"That's that?! Why?"

The she cat stared down at her paws, as if checking for non existant imperfections, "I learned a long time ago that it was StarClan that had the real power. Being leader is a well and good, but even they will jump on a badger if StarClan tells them to. So, the only way to get into StarClan is to die… So here I am."

Bluestar rolled her eyes, "Spottedleaf, I thought you of all people would be able to tell that this is definitely not StarClan."

The other cat scoffed, "Of course not! But there are cats who are aiming for the same… expectations that I am. They all live here." I wonder why.

Just then, the branches behind Spottedleaf rustled, and Sparrowfeather stepped into the dark clearing. She looked slightly spooked, and maybe a little tired. Bluestar wondered if she to had been having trouble sleeping. If the cats here even needed to sleep.

The smaller she cat glared at Bluestar, "So, what do you have to say for yourself?"

The ThunderClan leader was taken aback by her tone, "What?"

"It's not that complicated," Sparrowfeather spat, "Why is Brokenstar after you? What did you do without our permission?"

Bluestar's hackles rose, "I don't need your permission to do anything!"

"Oh really, so you went out and did something mousebrained, huh?"

The silver she cat lashed her tail, "No! I don't know what his problem is!" The two she cats glared at eachother, each trying to bore into the others mind and discover a lie. Finally, Sparrowfeather blinked and sat down. She didn't look happy, but atleast she wasn't trying to bite Bluestar's head off anymore. That was an improvement.

"You're telling the truth." Sparrowfeather mewed.

Spottedleaf was still inspecting her paws, "I told you. She doesn't have the guts to do anything that would get him mad."

The ThunderClan leader couldn't believe what she was hearing, "I don't have the guts?! At least I fight my own battles with my own two paws! I would call it brains not to purposefully try to make enemies with two different groups of psychopaths at once!"

"So we're psychopaths now?" Spottedleaf's mew had a faint purr in it, as if she was having a conversation with a mousebrained kit.

Sparrowfeather didn't see the humor, "I wouldn't put it past you, Bluestar. Anyway, now you've got our whole plan in jeapordy! If Brokenstar attacks, there's a good chance that you will die, and I doubt Fireheart will be of much use if Tigerclaw's watching his every move!"

"Well then why don't you do something about it?" Bluestar hissed, "I've got pleny of cats to lecture me already!"

Spottedleaf glanced at Sparrowfeather out of the corner of her eye, "She's got a point, you know."

Sparrowfeather snarled at her partner before turning back to Bluestar, "What would you have us do? We can't exactly fight Brokenstar and his cronies." Bluestar racked her brains, and she came up with an answer fairly quickly.

"Well," she meowed, "Why don't you just look into the future and tell me when he's going to attack! Then I can capture him, and everything will go back to normal!" This time, both of the other cats purred.

"Sorry to steal your prey, Bluestar," Spottedleaf purred, "But it doesn't really work that way."

"What?"

This time Sparrowfeather answered, "We're just dead cats, like all the rest of StarClan."

"Then where do the prophecies come from?"

"All you need to do is make a vague enough statement," Sparrowfeather mewed, "And then we let you living cats work it out for yourselves. You'll see what you want to see." Bluestar felt as if a tiny ray of innocence had been squashed inside of her. Just another thing to add to the list of dissapointments in my life.

"Well," she mewed after a few moments of thought, "You could at least spy on Brokenstar and try to figure out his plans."

Spottedleaf shrugged, "I guess we could do that. What do you think, Sparrowfeather?"

The other cat nodded slowly, "We'll do that. But don't think that just because of this, you can control us, Bluestar." As the forest around her began to fade away, Bluestar thought, Oh no. I don't think any cat could control you now.

Thanks for reading another chapter! I have decided to start posting on Monday afternoons, but if you can think of a better date then let me know before Friday.