Chapter Text
The moon hung high in the Silverpelt, it's light reflecting onto the face of a blue grey she. The molly appeared peaceful despite the restless, nervous buzzing under her fur.
"Bluestar," Meowed a voice, breaking the silence that was oh so heavy.
"Ah, Spottedleaf," Replied Bluestar, dipping her head in greeting, "How is she?"
Spottedleaf padded over to where the blue grey she was sitting and joined her, plopping down about a mouse length away. "She will survive without a doubt. She is young and strong." Replied the tortishell.
Bluestar hummed in response. "And the others?"
"They will be fine."
Not long before this moment a group of Thunderclan warriors were sent out to attack Riverclan and reclaim the Sunning Rocks. It was a hard fight and they did not win.
"You are a gifted medicine cat Spottedleaf," Breathed Bluestar. "The battle tonight worries me. Not many times under my leadership has Thunderclan been beaten in our own territory." She sighed, her wise eyes studying the stars. "These are difficult times for our clan. Newleaf is late and there are fewer kits being born. We will need more warriors soon if we are to survive. I am troubled Spottedleaf. "
"You musn't worry too much Bluestar, the year is only just begging. There will be more kits when Greenleaf comes." Spottedleaf reminded calmly.
Bluestar twitched her whiskers, "Perhaps. But even so training apprentices to become warriors takes time. We need new warriors soon."
Spottedleaf's golden eyes followed Bluestar's own blue eyes to where she was gazing intently at Silverpelt. “Are you asking StarClan for answers?”
“It is at times like this we need the words of ancient warriors to help us. Has StarClan spoken to you?” The blue grey she asked.
"Not for many moons Bluestar."
Suddenly a shooting star blazed over the treetops. Spottedleaf’s tail twitched and the fur along her spine bristled. Bluestar’s ears pricked but she remained silent as Spottedleaf continued to gaze upward.
After a few moments, Spottedleaf lowered her head and turned to Bluestar. “It was a message from StarClan,” she murmured.
A distant look came into her eyes. “Fire and ice will either destroy or save our Clan.”
Bluestar's fur prickled along her spine. "What!? Fire and ice will never do anything but destroy the clans. How could they ever save us!" She spat.
Spottedleaf shook her head, "I do not know, Bluestar. But this is the message our ancestors choose to share with me."
The ThunderClan leader fixed her clear blue eyes on the medicine cat. “You have never been wrong before, Spottedleaf,” she meowed. “If StarClan has spoken, then it must be so.”