Well, hello! This is my sequel to 'Blue Shadows' The prologue takes place the night after the fight between (Spoiler Alert) Brightslash and Blueshadow. Although this story is mostly made for the fans of 'Blue Shadows' who I felt deserved a better conclusiosn then 'Blue Shadows' with all those loose-ends hanging about, this is independent enough that it is not necessary to have read 'Blue Shadows' to understand this story. So, on to the story!

Prologue

Silverstar narrowed her eyes, scanning over the heartbroken Clan. The loss of Blueshadow and Brightslash, the two most admired warriors gone in the same day, killing each other in what had seemed to be a brutal battle, weighed heavy on every cat.

Silverstar sincerely believed that Blueshadow had snapped. But somehow, she just couldn't picture the slightly obnoxious, bossy, irritable, skillful, respected, adventurous, fool-hardy, and head-strong deputy as a murderer.

Silverstar shook her confused head, she killed Pinestar, didn't she? And Pricklenose? Ferretclaw and Thornclaw as well? But she had her reasons for every one of those… even if they weren't the best. What reason did she have for killing Brightslash? The only thing she could think of was that she'd guessed she was going to give her deputy position to Brightslash…

Silverstar shivered, it didn't make sense! Blueshadow wasn't ambitions for power! The only thing that had ever driven her was to be unbeatable! She'd always hated defeat, and she'd always hated bullies, ever since she was a kit.

Silverstar closed her eyes, picturing all too easily the defiant, fragile, little Bluekit, staring at her with those translucent eyes that flashed with anger and frustration, with a hint of misery in the deep depths. That misery had steadily changed as Bluekit grew older, to Bluepaw and then the infamous Blueshadow. It had changed to a haunted trapped look, as if she couldn't escape from something that only she knew of.

Silverstar wasn't as much as a fool as Blueshadow had thought, she'd known her deputy had been mates with Greystar, then Thornclaw, then Greystar again before turning to Whitefoot and back to Greystar. Losing every single one of the cats she loved so much. She knew that Marshclaw, the ShadowClan deputy, was her kit, knew they had a special bond that was connected in a way that was unseen in the waking world.

Silverstar sighed, staring at Shadowpaw, the small black apprentice was pressed against her brother who was shivering, silently sitting vigil for their lost mother. Why would Blueshadow snap now? She'd suffered enough to go mad long before she became deputy, but she'd never spoken a word of self-pity, taking her sufferings up for herself to bear alone for her decisions. I'd been admirable and the only reason Silverstar had allowed her to be deputy.

And how was Brightslash over near the gorge? Blueshadow left the returning gathering patrol passing near the gorge, but she'd had no time to go back to camp, so why was Brightslash out so early, and over there? It was hardly ever visited except for patrols.

Silverstar glanced up at the stars, their death was dark and a black fog had seemed to cover the Clan since. No sharing tongues, every cat staying to themselves, sharp and suspicious glances, distrust elevated in just a day. Now the soothing light of the moon seemed to have calmed some nerves, but the distrust was so strong she could almost see it.

Silverstar got to her paws stiffly and limped over to Stoneheart, Blueshadow's brother. Her old stiff limbs were aching from the long trek to the gathering the night before. She'd never imagined it'd be the last one she attended with Blueshadow.

"I'm sorry for your loss, but if my suspicions are true, then its best she died," Silverstar murmured.

Stoneheart shot a cold glare up at her from where he was crouched. Then he dropped it, not wanting to offend his elderly leader. "Blueshadow wasn't crazy, she was many things, but not crazy," Stoneheart muttered, his paling muzzle and gray eyes looked silver in the moonlight.

Silverstar sighed and padded over to Breezeice and Sunstrike, the parents of Brightslash. Their eyes were glazed with grief, though Breezeice retained her icy look as she spotted her coming over. "I'm sorry for your loss, Brightslash was a promising, young warrior," she murmured.

Breezeice nodded curtly, looking as if she was trying to keep her sorrow together. But Sunstrike stood up and pushed his muzzle into her shoulder, seemingly to take comfort from his leader. Silverstar purred gently at the former rogue. Then padded on.

She continued giving words of sympathy to the grieving cats. She finally stopped by Shadowpaw, the black apprentice glanced up at her, her green eyes full of nightmarish memories and a haunted look hung around her like a dark mist.

Silverstar frowned, what had so devastated her? Losing her mother was hard, but that didn't account for her fear and distrustful looks. "Blueshadow loved you, no matter what her actions may have been," Silverstar murmured.

In an instant, Shadowpaw was on her paws, her fur fluffed up and her green eyes glaring, they were dark green, like pines in leaf-bare, not Blueshadow's several shaded ones.

"My mother never did anything wrong! She was braver and more loyal then any other cat! Especially Brightslash! Brightslash-" Shadowpaw broke off from her heated tirade abruptly, her eyes fixing for a moment on something past Silverstar. Then she shut her mouth, her jaws set in a hard line and sat back down next to her littermate.

Silverstar looked over her shoulder, confused. She didn't see anything, though for a heartbeat she thought she saw a flicker of familiar dark blue-gray fur. Disturbed, she headed over to the Highrock, not even trying to leap up, she knew she'd never make it without help.

Blueshadow usually helped me, she thought, her heart trembling as she thought of her loyal deputy, always keeping the Clan together in hardship, seeing it through harsh leaf-bares and tough fights… Was she making a mistake by looking at Blueshadow as a crazed murderer? As that being what she was remembered as? What if Blueshadow was innocent…

No! Brightslash was a perfectly loyal cat, never deceived her Clan, never hated a Clan-mate. It must have been Blueshadow! But doubt flickering in her stubborn thoughts and she sighed. She padded over to Foxtail, the russet warrior was pressed against his mate, Lightfoot.

Lightfoot's eyes were glazed with pain. "Blueshadow is the reason why I was ever able to be a warrior, she helped me learn to fight and hunt when no other cat would… She was my best friend all my life," Lightfoot was murmuring.

Foxtail was nodding, a somber look on his face. "I loved her, for a long time, and we had kits…" Something flashed in Foxtail's gaze as he spoke the lie, Silverstar knew that he had just pretended to be the father for Blueshadow.

Silverstar cleared her throat, "Foxtail, a word, please?" she mewed quietly.

Foxtail nodded and slid from Lightfoot's side, looking oddly subdued. I thought he'd moved on… but apparently he never fully stopped loving Blueshadow… Silverstar couldn't think of that now, of all Blueshadow had meant to so many cats.

"I want you to lead an investigation into the deaths, see if you can determine who killed who, set the Clan's mind at rest," she murmured.

Foxtail nodded, his amber eyes flashing with delight, he wants to prove Blueshadow's innocence… I almost hope he does. "I'll do it," he promised.

Silverstar nodded, "You have two days to do it, then we will have to decide and set the Clan at rest in their wonderings," she murmured, her old voice rasping.

Foxtail nodded, sliding down back besides Lightfoot. Silverstar drew in a breath and turned her gaze over the grieving cats. There was just one more thing for her to do before moon-high….

She padded back beneath Highrock, just outside its shadow. "Cats of ThunderClan!" she called, "It is time to appoint a new deputy!" she called.

The cats, already gathered, just rose to their paws and stared at her, every cat had come out to grieve one of the two cats. "StarClan," she rose her eyes to the multitude of lights in the sky, "I name this cat as deputy in view of your spirits, so that you may hear and approve my choice," she hesitated, there were two cats left that Blueshadow had trained for the job, now she just had to pick one…

"Stormsky, you will be the next deputy of ThunderClan" Silverstar announced, her eyes fixing on the smoky blue she-cat.

Stormsky looked up, the joy in her eyes tempered by grief for her mother. Her gray smudged fur gleamed in the moonlight and her dark green eyes glowed as she padded to her, her long legs and slick pelt with her round, flat face was what differed her from Blueshadow.

"I accept, I promise to serve ThunderClan as best I can," she vowed, truth vibrating through her voice. Her name was called from the less effected cats by the death, and Stormsky was greeted by her littermates as she padded back to them.

Snowshade purred, "You'll be an amazing deputy! Even if you do turn into a bossy old fur-ball," Snowshade purred, head-butting her sister's shoulder gently.

Silverstar nodded with satisfaction, Blueshadow's memory was fading, the investigation would satisfy the Clans, and a strong new deputy was in place, ready to take over the Clan when she left for StarClan. Yes, the shadows of deceit are fading, and now light can come in.

But then she met Shadowpaw's dark, narrowed gaze and she shivered. Did Blueshadow live on in this apprentice? And if so, was the Clan going to be continually covered with shadows? Never to see the bright sunlight that was blocked out with Brightslash's death? I just hope I'm wrong about the whole thing… And she sat down and sat vigil for her deputy and warrior until the sun's dawning light appeared.

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So, this was a little more attached to 'Blue Shadows; then the other chapters should be. Ahem, so, basically, I have certain rules for reviewing.

No swearing or cussing about anything, I don't like those words. I appreciate constructive criticism, but nothing to do with the plot-line, the plot will be how I want it, though I do occasionally adapt reviewers ideas into my story. I would also like to add that a lot of people ask to have their cats in my stories, so please don't give me cats unless I ask for them, I always have trouble turning people down.

Also, if anyone(though I doubt it'll happen) decides to flame, I cannot be responsible for any insults I throw back at you. I really do handle those things like a child, you insult me, I insult you right back until I get bored and decide you're not worth my thought.

That was probably a very unnecessary two paragraphs, but whatever! Please Review! :)