The last melting drifts sparkled in the dying sun, and pink light dappled the clearing. ThunderClan deserves to live in peace, and I believe you can give it that.”īluefur hesitated, her mind swirling with images of her kits, of Oakheart with moonlight on his fur, and of Thistleclaw glistening with blood. Our borders are strong enough without being marked over and over in blood. But I don’t want my Clan to be led into endless fighting.
“No cat can doubt his courage, or his battle skills, or his pride in his Clan. “Thistleclaw would be a popular choice,” he conceded. “What about Thistleclaw?” She had to know why Sunstar hadn’t chosen the fierce young warrior instead of her. “Will you be that deputy?”īluefur blinked. A new deputy must be found.” He gazed hard into her eyes. “Tawnyspots won’t get any better,” Sunstar went on. “Are you ready to take on the deputyship?” he asked.īluefur stopped, half under the brambles. Sunstar led the way through the thicket and held a tendril out of the way with his tail.
They jumped over a narrow stream, swift with snowmelt, and pushed through a bramble thicket where the stale scent of rabbit clung to the thorns. Sunstar seemed to have something on his mind, and Bluefur waited for him to speak first. Would he be so sympathetic if he knew two of them lived on, with RiverClan? The fur pricked along her spine.
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