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Bluestar's Prophecy page 123:
We didn't wish good luck to Moonflower. She hadn't even looked at her! Bluepaw darted from behind the rock, desperate to see her mother's amber eyes once more, to know that everything would be fine, but the cats had disappeared over the rise.

"Get back here!" Swiftbreeze's mew was fierce, and Bluepaw felt a tug on her tail.

"I just wanted to say-" Bluepaw tried to defend herself.

"This is a battle," Swiftbreeze growled. "You follow orders."

Bluepaw stared at her paws.


Bluestar's Prophecy page 131

Snowpaw began to ease Leopardpaw to her paws and nudge her away from the edge of the hollow, but Bluepaw couldn't move. She stared at Hawkheart, unable to swallow.

A screech rang from inside the den and Stonepelt hurtled out, blood pumping from a gash in his shoulder and a WindClan warrior slashing at his tail. Then came Moonflower, pursued by another warrior; her gray fur was streaked and specked with torn herbs.

Bluepaw froze.

As Moonflower exploded from the den, Hawkheart lunged at her and snached her up with his powerful front paws, then flung her like prey across the clearing. Bluepaw saw shock on her mother's face as she landed hard and struggled to find her feet. But she wasn't fast enough. Hawkheart pounced on her, ripping with his teeth and claws.

No! Stop!

Where was Stormtail? Bluepaw looked around frantically, her head whipping from side to side. Surly he'd rescue Moonflower as he had rescued Dappletail? But the gray warrior was still fighting by the younger cat's side, beating off WindClan warrior after WindClan warrior.

Moonflower was on her own.

Bluepaw gasped as her mother wrenched herself from Hawkheart and landed a searing blow on his muzzle. But the medicine cat didn't even stumble. Instead he lunged again and, grabbing Moonflower by the throat, sent her skidding across the blood-slicked clearing.

"Noooooooo!" Bluepaw wailed. She sprang forward, about to plunge down the slope, but Swiftbreeze's teeth sunk into her tail and dragged her back.

"Don't go down there!" Swiftbreeze warned through clenched jaws.

"But Moonflower's hurt!" Bluepaw stared at her mother, not moving, on the wet ground, rain washing her pelt.

"She's just dazed," Swiftbreeze meowed. "She'll get up in a moment."

"She doesn't have a moment!"

Below them Hawkheart was padding toward Moonflower with his lips curled in a snarl.

"We must help her!" Bluepaw was breathless with panic as she tried to struggle out of Swiftbreeze's grip.

Suddenly Pinestar's call rose above the screeching of battle.

"ThunderClan! Retreat!"

Thank StarClan!


Bluestar's Prophecy page 134

Bluepaw stared at her mother, waiting for her to get to her paws.

"I have to help Moonflower." She ripped herself away from Swiftbreeze. Terror was rising in her chest. She wasn't going to let Hawkheart touch her again! She tore down the slope, pushing past dazed WindClan cats. She tried not to wince as her paws splashed through the blood-soaked puddles.

"Bluepaw! Wait!" Swiftbreeze was chasing after, her mew pleading as Bluepaw skidded to a halt beside her mother.

Moonflower's eyes were half-open.

Thank StarClan!

"Moonflower! Moonflower!" Bluepaw nudged her mother with her nose, waiting for her limp body to push back. But Moonflower only flopped backward.

Bluepaw stared desperately into her mother's eyes. "It's me, Bluepaw!" She hoped to see them flash with recognition, but they were dull, filled with the clouds that scudded across the sky.

"Bluepaw." Pinstar's soft mew sounded over her shoulder. She spun around and looked up at him.

"Why won't she get up?" Bluepaw wailed.

Pinestar shook his head. "She's dead, Bluepaw."

"She can't be!" Bluepaw twisted back to her mother, pressing her paws to her flanks and shaking her. "She can't be dead. We were fighting warriors, not rouges or loners. Warriors don't kill without reason!"

Hawkheart growled and Bluepaw looked up to see the WindClan medicine cat crouching a tail-length away.

"She tried to destroy our medicine supply," he snarled. "That was reason enough."

"But StarClan told us to do it!" Bluepaw stared at Pinestar in desperation. "We had no choice." She searched Pinestar's gaze. "They told us to, didn't they? Goosefeather said so."

Hawkheart snorted and got to his paws. "You risked so much on the word of Goosefeather?" With a flick of his tail, he turned and stalked away.

"What does he mean?" Bluepaw whispered. Had all this been for nothing? Moonflower couldn't be dead. The young apprentice began nudging her again with her muzzle. "Wake up!" she begged. "It was all a mistake. You don't have to be dead."

She felt Swiftbreeze's gentle paw pull her back as Pinestar padded forward and grabbed Moonflower by the scruff. In silence, the ThunderClan leader dragged his dead Clanmate across the muddy clearing. Bluepaw broke away from Swiftbreeze and ran along beside, pressing her muzzle into her mother's sodden fur. She still smelled like Moonflower, of softness and the nursury. Come back! You were going to take us into the wood to get moss for our nests! You promised!
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what program did you use?