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⚠️Warning⚠️ There is blood, death, and sad topics in this story. Please leave if you are sensitive to those topics! ⭐️Chapter 4⭐️ MoonStar heaved the boulder out of the way, letting himself in. He smiled, his sharp yellow teeth shined in the hint of sunlight. “Flowerthron, you’re going to make Starclan give me those lives,” MoonStar said, no longer smiling. “Why do you think I would do that?” Flowerstar asked, crouching to the ground. “Because, if I don’t get my lives, SilkFur is going to die. Blood will be spilled,” he said, his amber eyes stared into Flowerstar’s blue ones. “Starclan would never let someone who broke the warrior code become leader,” she hissed. MoonStar lunged at Flowerstar, pinning her to the ground. “Go get SilkFur when the moon rises, and bring her to the highrock, I’ll bring this one,” he said, glaring at two big warriors. “You’re time is running out.” Flowerstar curled up beneath the big tom cat. She let her soul rise into Starclan. “Please, give him his lives,” she howled into the sky. Her tail lashed, and she clawed the grass beneath her. “We can not possibly give a murderer the power of Starclan,” a cat said, it was The Cat! “He’ll kill SilkFur,” Flowerstar begged. SilkFur was always there there for her, even when they were apprentices. “He’ll kill even more cats if he has his 9 lives,” the cat said, sitting calmly on the grass. “MoonStar is waking you up now, just say that he has to stand alone on the highrock, no guards in a fox’s length away,” the cat said, nodding at Flowerstar. “OK,” Flowerstar said, her voice shaking.
