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WARRIORS – CRY TO THE STARS
BOOK ONE – AFTER THE WAR
Fuming, Hollyspark stormed away, heading for the nursery. How dare Swiftfang suggest that she and Dewfrost were mates?! Dewfrost was barely a friend... how could anyone consider them being mates, especially when—
Not looking where she was going, the black shecat suddenly crashed into her brother. Stormheart shook his dark gray tabby fur, his deep blue eyes narrowing.
"Wha'd you do to make Dewfrost look so sad?" the black-striped tabby purred, amusement in his voice.
Hollyspark's black fur bristled. Even her BROTHER was talking about her and Dewfrost!! "We are NOT going to be mates," the black shecat hissed through clenched teeth.
"Oh, come off it," Stormheart mewed, flicking his tail-tip over his sister's ear. "Dewfrost isn't that bad. Besides, you don't want half the Clan to turn into Bumblestripes, do you?"
Hollyspark flinched inwardly at his comment. Everyone knew Bumblestripe's story—how the light tabby had fallen in love with the former ThunderClan warrior Dovewing. However, she had been in love with a ShadowClan warrior, Tigerheart, and had left the Clan to be with him. Heartbroken, Bumblestripe had eventually taken Icecloud as his mate, but the white shecat had sadly passed, leaving her mate with their three kits—Dovestorm, Winterbreeze, and Swiftfang.
"I'm not in love with anyone from another Clan," Hollyspark snapped defensively, her voice low.
Stormheart's deep blue eyes twinkled darkly, and suddenly he looked grim. "You sure?"
Without waiting for a reply, the dark gray tom padded away, and joined a small group of warriors outside of the den, including the gray-white tabby Winterbreeze, and the pure white tom Snowfern.
The small black shecat wondered what her brother's words meant, and brushed her way into the nursery. Seedflower lay in a nest, Squirrelflight's kits curled around her, while Blossomfall dozed nearby. To Hollyspark's relief, she didn't see Grasspelt beside his mate.
"Hello Hollyspark," Seedflower purred warmly.
"Hello," the small warrior mewed, glancing at the four tiny kits. "How are they?"
The pale ginger shecat's gaze turned sad as she curled her tail protectively around her adopted kits. "Jayfeather says they're doing better," the queen said quietly. "But neither of us know if the kits will make it to their warrior ceremony."
Hollyspark looked sadly at the kits, all sleeping peacefully, as Seedflower continued, "Hawkkit's the strongest, but Ghostkit is very weak. He's the one we're worried the most about."
Seedflower swept her tail-tip over the small gray-and-white kit, his fur color unusual, because he looked like no cat in his family. Beside Ghostkit was Hawkkit, a dark tabby tom like his father, Bramblestar. Redkit was a very dark ginger tabby, and Firekit was a reddish shekit.
"I'm sure they'll be okay," Hollyspark mewed, backing out of then den. "Bye Seedflower."
"Bye Hollyspark," Seedflower mewed.
As the black shecat backed out, her gaze was drawn to Firekit. The small shekit's dark ginger fur, her bright green eyes, not only reminded Hollyspark of her mother, Squirrelflight, but also of another cat, one she couldn't quite recall.
As she stepped out of the nursery, and stared up at the bloodred sunset, Hollyspark felt a chill run down her spine. The StarClan cat she had seen... that was who Firekit reminded her of!
Then another thought struck her. Could the StarClan cat have possibly been the great leader Firestar?!