I should have done this sooner, but here it is:

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Maplebreeze of MountainClan

Musicromo

BewareTheShadows

FerncloudxDustpelt

Snowcrystal of Thunderclan

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Bluefur tossed and turned all night, her mind clouded over with thoughts of blood and death, her clan in pieces. The omen had proved Thistleclaw was not meant to be deputy. She had to do something, but she could not think of a way to save Thunderclan from sure destruction. Despair gripped her heart so strongly that it was almost painful.

Bluefur finally fell into a fitful sleep as the sun peeked over the horizon, but even then her worries worked their way into her dreams.

Thistleclaw was standing at Sunningrocks, the ground littered with dead bodies from both Thunderclan and Riverclan. His tufty gray and white fur was crusted over with blood, and his eyes were gleaming and filled with bloodlust. At his paws lay a brown mottled she-cat, her amber eyes dull and unfocused. Blood poured out of her throat.

Bluefur thought she was dead, but then she noticed the faint rise and fall of the she-cat's flanks. Thistleclaw apparently did as well, because he bent down and seized her scruff, shaking her violently until there was a loud snap. A screechy cry escaped the she-cat's lips as her neck was broken, then silence.

Blood washed over Thsitleclaw's paws and turned them crimson.

Bluefur wanted to yowl. The she-cat was already defeated, couldn't Thistleclaw see that?

A sudden familiar shriek interrupted her thoughts and made her whirl around. When she saw what was happening, she wanted to sob.

Oakheart, his handsome face contorted in pain, was held in the jaws of Tigerclaw, who had emerged from the river. A long gash was in Oakheart's flank, and his ears were torn.

He let out another wail as he was dumped onto the hard rocks, staining them red. Bluefur's heart broke. No! She screamed silently. However, her voice would not work and she could only watch helplessly.

Thistleclaw growled as he stalked over to the Riverclan tom, fur bristling. "I hope your learned your lesson," he hissed. "Thunderclan always wins."

Oakheart just moaned.

"Riverclan fish-heart!" Thistleclaw spat, then raked his claws over Oakheart's face and down his throat. Blood spurted out in scarlet jets as Oakheart writhed on the ground, his life draining out of him.

Bluefur froze in shock. Oakheart! Her brain floundered, not knowing what to do. Her muscles reacted though, and her legs started to move. She streaked forward, and leaped at Thistleclaw, claws outstretched. She was about to scratch the life out of him when she jolted awake in her nest.

Sunlight filtered faintly through the leafless wall of the warrior's den, and the air was crisp and cold. The den was empty, and it was obviously after sunhigh. Why didn't anyone wake her up?

Bluefur washed her pelt quickly and padded out of the den, where Sunstar was waiting for her.

"I wanted to let you sleep." He explained before she could ask. "I told all the warriors not to wake you up."

"Thank you." Bluefur mumbled, dipping her head. She scuffed her paws in the dirt, waiting for Sunstar to speak.

"Do you mind doing a solo hunting patrol?" Sunstar finally asked. "All the hunting patrols already went out."

"I don't mind." Bluefur meowed as she turned and trudged over to the entrance of camp. She waved her tail at Sunstar, pushed through the spiky brambles, and burst out into the forest. Immediately she crashed into Nightshimmer, who yowled in surprise as she fell back onto her haunches, dropping her prey. All the other cats in her hunting patrol skidded to a halt behind her, claws out, ready to fight.

"Bluefur! What are you doing?" She exclaimed when she finally realized what was going on.

Behind her, Fuzzypelt murmured, "It's just Bluefur, not an intruder," to Robinwing and Windflight, and they all relaxed.

"Sorry Nightshimmer. I'm just going hunting." Bluefur mewed, rubbing her nose where it hit her sister, then picking up the scrawny mouse that Nightshimmer had dropped and handing it to her.

"Thanks. Hey, how about I come with you?" Nightshimmer didn't wait for a reply before turning to Windflight. "Do you mind taking this in for me please?"

Windflight nodded and took the mouse, then padded through the entrance.

When the last cat disappeared into the camp, Bluefur protested, "You already hunted. I could have gone alone!"

Nightshimmer flicked her ear in annoyance and meowed, "I want to come with you, okay? I like hunting. Plus, we need the prey." She trotted back into the forest, tail kinked over her back.

Bluefur rolled her eyes and followed at her heels, ears pricked for any sign of life. A rustle in the dead leaves caught her attention, but when she looked, it was only a deer. She sighed. Leaf-bare was almost over, but everyone was thin, and prey was scarce. Bluefur hoped to find something big enough to feed her clan.

A little cold fleck landed on her nose, and Bluefur blinked in surprise. Wait…this can't be…..

She looked up at the sky. Dark storm clouds covered the sun that had been shining a few heartbeats ago, and white dots swirled out of them. Snow?!

Bluefur groaned. It couldn't snow! Newleaf was so close…..

Anyway, hunting was useless in this weather. She turned her paws toward home, sure her sister was following her, but….

"Bluefur!" Nightshimmer hissed quietly. Bluefur turned to see her crouched behind a fallen tree by the river, peering out at the deer. She waved frantically with her tail for Bluefur to get down, so she did.

Bluefur slithered up next to Nightshimmer and whispered, "What in the name of Starclan are you doing?"

"Shush!" Nightshimmer whispered back. She peeked at the deer again, who was nosing a greenish patch of grass, then turned to Bluefur. "This is the best prey in moons! It would feed the whole clan and more!"

"Are you insane? We can't bring down a deer!" Bluefur gasped. Nightshimmer didn't answer, instead, she began creeping forward. Bluefur scowled, then spun around and began marching away. Nightshimmer was a fool!

A sudden squeal of pain made her whirl around immediately, where she saw the most shocking thing.

Nightshimmer clung to the deer's back, her teeth embedded in its neck while her hind paws churned against its back. Blood dripped from its wounds as it bucked violently, trying to throw Nightshimmer. She just gripped tighter and began to chew at its throat, trying to hit a vein. The deer flung its head back and tried to bite Nightshimmer, but she growled and batted at its eyes with her claws. She chomped at its neck, and a scream of agony told Bluefur that she cut the main artillery. The deer collapsed, and Nightshimmer fell off its back.

Bluefur's muscles unfroze and she hurried towards her sister. The black she-cat was getting up, lashing her tail indignantly. "I fell at the last heartbeat!" She complained.

Bluefur let out a sigh of relief that her sister looked okay, and licked her head.

Nightshimmer glared at Bluefur. "And how come you didn't help me?" She demanded, mock clawing Bluefur's tail.

"You know you want all the glory," she teased back, flicking her tail out of her sister's reach.

Nightshimmer rolled her eyes, and swatted at Bluefur lightly. "Oh shush. Just help me get this back to camp."

The two sisters began dragging the deer towards their home, but only managed to pull it a few tail lengths before collapsing in exhaustion.

"Not going to work." Bluefur huffed, flopping onto her side. Nightshimmer nodded in agreement, and lay down as well.

Bluefur looked over the deer in slight exasperation, then realized that a strand of thistle was twisted around the deer's back hoof. Please not another omen, she prayed, but no luck.

As if hypnotized, she mechanically turned her head to look at the Riverclan border. A thistle bush by the river shuddered, then fell into the water. It washed up ashore on the bank, a fish tangled up in its thorns. Then thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and the thistle bush was on fire. Blue fire. Bluefur stared as the flames ate up the thorns, allowing the fish to splash back into the river. It went out suddenly, and Bluefur shivered. Was that an omen about her death?