It’s been a long time since she’s heard that sound, a collective inhalation of a fang-sharp breath. Even if it weren’t, it would never stop being chilling, like a ball of ice in the pit of her stomach. She closes her eyes and prays to StarClan for … for what? Strength? (Some cat dying that isn’t …? No, it’s best not to go there.)
It feels like eons, but it’s probably only seconds before she jerks to her feet and heads to the mouth of the leader’s den. What she sees when she raises her eyes burns itself into her retinas: Crowcall, silent as death, dragging a small, silver and black (and red, so red) body into the center of camp.
“Lambheart,” Bunnystar chokes out. “Oh, Crowcall … not your-”
Crowcall’s cold mask of apathy breaks into a million pieces as he swings around to glare at her. “Don’t talk to me!” he spits, Lambheart’s limp body dropping to the grass with a dull thud. “Just- just leave me alone.” His voice cracks, and with a twitch of his mouth, he breaks eye contact, looking down at the ground in shame.
It’s a useless demand. How could she do that when he’s hurting so much? Bunnystar opens her mouth to say something more, but before she can, Crowcall turns and breaks into a run toward the edge of camp, then beyond, aimlessly throwing himself into the forest. Smoketooth, ever the loyal mate to him, follows him a moment later; Bunnystar watches them disappear into the woods, then turns back to Lambheart.
To any other clan, he’d be unrecognizable. The once handsome silver-on-black of his coat is torn, weeping gashes carved into it. Still-wet blood paints his fur, and his face … Bunnystar turns away. She can’t throw up in front of everyone; she has to be strong. That’s who she is—not the best hunter or the strongest fighter, but the heart of the clan. That’s what she tells herself, anyway, but this is …
The breath falls lamely out of her lungs when a soft brown pelt brushes against hers. Without a word, Bunnystar turns to bury her face into the long fur on the back of Hareclaw’s neck, clenching her teeth so she doesn’t join the chorus of whimpers. “I’m fine,” she says. “I’m fine. I got this.”
She couldn’t possibly love Hareclaw any more when she says, “I know. It’s okay.”
Another part of her, though, wants to scream. Of course it’s not okay! A cat is dead! “I … named him last moon. He was only- Hareclaw, he was a kitten.”
Bunnystar holds back a meow of protest when Hareclaw leaves her side, padding up to Lambheart’s body to touch her nose to his forehead. She stays there for a few silent moments before raising her head and asking, “How did he die?”
“Only Crowcall would know for sure, but it looks like he got mauled by a dog,” Mistcurl says a little too bluntly for Bunnystar’s comfort. “What should we do, Bunnystar?”
Well, at least she can take orders. “We need to find it and drive it away,” she says, raising her voice: it’s time for her to be a leader. “Hareclaw, Wildblaze, Wolfheart, Doesong, and Foxflame—come with me.” She sighs. “We’d better find Crowcall and Smoketooth, too. I don’t want them getting killed.”
Hareclaw gives a brisk nod, and within moments, the others heed her call, surrounding her with their own masks of bravery on. “Are you all ready?” Bunnystar asks, and they all nod, some more hesitant than others. “Alright, that’s the spirit. We got this, okay? No mousebrained dog could beat six of us.”
Wolfheart and Foxflame share a dubious glance, but soften under Bunnystar’s gaze. “Yeah, okay,” the latter says under his breath.
Bunnystar doesn’t bother pointing it out. Instead, she walks on ahead, and with a flick of her tail, beckons the others into the forest.
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El día ha llegado, Alistair y Bunny van a ir a su primera cita y sus amigas están más que felices por esto, claro, siempre y cuando los enamorados tenga el valor de preguntarle a su alma gemela si quieren salir, ¿podrán Maddie y Kitty ayudarles? Posiblemente ¿Brooke dejará de interferir? Para nada. Parte de "El Capítulo Final" .