Chapter Twenty Eight
Echoshine awoke, surrounded by a dark, gloomy forest. "Hello Echoshine."
She turned around to reveal Shrewstar standing in front of her. "Shrewstar, what do you want?" she hissed, "you were the one who caused Pricklenose and Whitepaw's deaths weren't you?"
Over two moons had passed since the death of her apprentice and she'd been given young Thrushpaw to make up for it. "Of course it was me," he snorted.
"But why?" she demanded, "Why would you do that?"
"Because I want you to suffer," Shrewstar told her, "you have everything, a mate who loved you, parents who care for you and kits, I wasn't fortunate enough to live a life like that."
"But you were leader!" Echoshine spat.
"No I wasn't," he confessed, "I was only a warrior when I was exiled, I just gave myself the name Shrewstar."
"Why do you want me to suffer anyway?" Echoshine demanded.
"Because you're the future of ThunderClan," he growled, "They were the clan that caused me to suffer, so in return I make them suffer."
Shrewstar raised his hackles and leapt at Echowish, pinning her to the ground. "Any last words?"
Anger burned inside Echoshine's chest and she kicked at Shrewstar's belly, sending him flying into a tree stump. She jumped to her paws and raced over to him, biting at his neck with a strong grip. "Before you kill me, you'd better check your mother's nest," he meowed.
What? Echoshine let go of the brown tabby's scruff and awoke with a jolt. She raced to Mistyshine's nest, which wasn't far from hers. Oh StarClan, she's dead, she's stopped breathing. She prodded her mother with a gentle paw. "Mistyshine?" she whispered.
Her mother didn't respond. Rosewish lifted her head, "Echoshine is something wrong?" she asked.
Echoshine glared at her for a few moments, "Mistyshine's dead!" she wailed.
Rosewish leapt to her paws and padded over. "Oh StarClan, you're right, shall I wake Mudstar?"
Echoshine nodded, "you'd better," she murmured.
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