Once they were back on non-flooded land again, they met up with
ShadowClan and WindClan as one big group. “Where’s RiverClan?” Bramblestar
questioned nervously.
The ShadowClan
leader, Rowanstar, was panting heavily. He was soaked to the bone, his thin,
lanky frame exposed. “I don’t know. They’re the ones that can swim, after all.
Maybe they’ll survive where they are.”
“We’re here!” a
weak, raspy voice called out, and there was all of RiverClan, maybe minus a few
cats. “We’re mostly safe and sound.” Reedstar’s black fur glinted with the
sparkly tint of water.
“Thank StarClan,”
Ashfoot from WindClan murmured, practically dragging herself up to stand nearby
Rowanstar. “Now we can continue… right?”
Bramblestar
looked puzzled. “But where’s Onestar, if you don’t mind my asking? Is he back
there somewhere?”
Ashfoot shook her
head. “No. Onestar is dead. I am the new leader of WindClan, but I haven’t
received my true name yet. I am still at one ailing life.”
Crowfeather
bounded forward to be with his mother. “I am her deputy.” His dark blue gaze
scanned the line of exhausted ThunderClan cats, and they stuck on Leafpool.
Lilypaw heard the tabby swallow faintly, and the gray tom looked away.
The ThunderClan
leader dipped his head in respect. “Congratulations,” he said. “Now let’s get a
move on.” Bramblestar swiveled around on his hind paws and faced the way ahead
of them. “Let’s beat the water to the mountains. It is about time we reunite
with the Tribe of Rushing Water.”
“What’s that?” a
scrawny white apprentice from WindClan called out. Crowfeather smiled and
glanced down at her.
“You’ll see,
Ticklepaw. You’ll see.”
Life wasn’t
getting easier. The heartbeat Lilypaw set a paw onto the rocky mountain
landscape, she knew that it wasn’t going to be easy travel going up. Even
worse, she was trapped between grumpy, complaining Thornclaw and silent,
outspoken Leafpool for the time being.
“I
don’t remember it being this long,” Thornclaw whined, glaring at his paws.
Lilypaw sighed. Shut up already.
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