Stonefur was about to reply till Swiftpaw jumped in, interrupting him. 'I know a place where we can slip through without any cat noticing, not even the guards,' Gorsepaw whispered to them. 'B-but, isn't that against the rules? Only the past leaders and deputies can make new omens,' said Whitethroat.

How about we make a new prophecy? One that would actually work,' Gorsepaw answered. Our Clans, our friends, our family, everything!' He asked. 'What do you mean 'make things better'? Everything's gone. Whitethroat flicked his ear in curiosity. Gorsepaw chuckled and continued 'It's mighty fine Swiftpaw.' 'Oh! Sorry Gorsepaw! Didn't see ya' for a minute there,' Swiftpaw apologized. This was Gorsepaw, who was sadly killed by Tigerstar's path toward vengeance against WindClan by not joining his own Clan, TigerClan. Swiftpaw sweated a tiny bit as he saw a ginger tabby-white, short thick fur, and sharp green eyes. 'Okay! Who is it now?!' yowled Swiftpaw, whipping back around. I believe there is still a way to make things better,' another voice said. 'I'm sorry Whitethroat, but there is nothing we can do now. Sorry, but I'm now wondering if we can help somehow with all of ss,' Whitethroat answered. They had a tiny fight for who gets the dead sparrow, but soon made up for it and shared it together. Swiftpaw met him when he was off hunting in the dense forest that surrounded StarClan. But when Stonefur joined StarClan, Whitethroat greeted him immediately and directed him towards the used-to-be RiverClan warriors den. Stonefur was not aware of his ShadowClan friend's death because he was still alive and thriving in RiverClan back then. The deadly monster's paw tracks that ended his life was the first thing to notice. 'Whitethroat? Did you overhear our conversation?' Asked Stonefur as he looked over the poor cat. His clear blue eyes shone with grief, but lit up with delight when he saw the two cats. The two swiftly turned around to see a miniature black tom with a white chest and paws. All well,' said an eerie voice behind them. 'Ugh, back then, I remembered when Bluestar actually listened for once. Stonefur sighed and replied 'That's what I told her, but she just completely ignored me.' 'Mouse-brain,' he suddenly said, 'Doesn't she know this is not her fault?' Swiftpaw just scraped at the earth beneath him. 'So, Bluestar thinks this is all her fault, is that correct?' Swiftpaw asked. After the tale, Swiftpaw looked up with a brow raised. Stonefur glanced over at Swiftpaw and told his encounter with his mother. Swiftpaw silently slided over a few paws over to only whisper in his shredded ear 'So, what exactly happened?' Stonefur huffed and sat down beside his friend, coiling his tail around his front and hind-legs. Grumps-a-Lot,' Swiftpaw taunted the bigger cat with a taunting smile to match his voice. Swiftpaw seemed unaffected by the way he yelled at him, but being the polite(and sometimes mischievous) cat he was, he silently sled off of Stonefur. 'Well Swiftpaw, I'll tell you, but YOU'RE ON ME!' He yowled. What's happening? Bluestar fine?' The young apprentice asked with a jump. Stonefur opened his eyes to see amber eyes staring back at him with a toothy smile. He glanced up only to see an unexpected force hit him in the belly. He walked for a bit, noticing the sparkling cats around him. He walked away with head down and a tail dragging on the earth. 'Bluestar.sorry,' he whispered before leaping back down on the gentle, flowing vegetation. She suddenly threw her head back and wailed 'WHY! WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN!'ДЄt this, Stonefur knew he should leave his mother to her grieving. Maybe if I chose Graystripe or Firestar with the prophecy than maybe.just maybe.none of this would have happened.' His mother just sighed at this and replied 'Stonefur, listen to me now. We will have a plan to recover the once-beautiful forest we lived and thrived in,' he reassured her.

Stonefur shook his head, leaping up to sit beside his mother. It's just that-' she cut off and her eyes darted toward the sky. The gray cat whipped around to see her son, coat shining like a star in the night sky. 'It's not your fault mother,' a voice behind her replied. 'Why did I not help them in their time of need?' Thin streams of tears lined down her cheeks. She shook her furry head as she soon started to cry. The stars were shining brightly as a gray cat sat on a rock, meditating her thoughts and actions.

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