Chasing Birds

I have written this after reading the Forgotten Warrior, by Erin Hunter, writing it in the timezone of after the Battle of the Stars.

Enjoy.

Prologue

A blue-grey she-cat sat beside a starlit pool of water, her eyes closed in thought.

“Whitestorm, what is it?” She mewed warily, opening her blue eyes to look at the white tom who was carefully padding his way over to her, his expression worried.

“Bluestar, you have seen the signs, have you not?”

Bluestar twitched her tail irritably, “Every cat has seen the signs Whitestorm,” She hissed, “But has any cat done anything? No. Why? Because there is no point.”

“You must do something – we are all expecting you too. You have guided ThunderClan for so long, you must not give up now.”

Bluestar spat and turned her head away ruefully. “They have another cat to guide their paws – I am not needed!” She growled fiercely though doubt hung in her mew.

“You are needed Bluestar, you always have been.”

“They have Firestar to look up to now. No cat should bother remembering me, so I won’t bother remembering them!” She snarled, her fur bristling.

“Firestar is powerless to help them – he is not capable of reading the signs just yet.” Whitestorm mewed fairly, “ThunderClan will always remember you – just as you will remember them. Who was it that warned her Clan time and time again? Who was it that watched over their Clan more carefully that a mother watches her kits?” He paused, before letting out a sigh and mewing, “Who was it that over countless times has shared her wisdom, that has tried with all her might and conviction to keep ThunderClan safe?”

“Some other cat…” Bluestar mumbled, studying her paws.

“Well it must be! Because the cat in front of me looks weaker than a dead shrew!”

At that, Bluestar drew herself up, glaring at the long-furred, white warrior before her. “I am not weak, nor am I going stand for the Clan of which I am no use to!” She spat, and with that she fled from the clearing, her tail streaming out behind her.

“My dear Bluestar, you will never be of no use.” Whitestorm murmured softly after her, before sighing and leaving from the way he came.

All the while, a grey she-cat with matted fur and a flat face was watching from the bushes, yellow eyes wider than moons.