They had just returned from the Gathering. Bluefur lifted her head. “How was it?” She yawned, wanting only to go back to sleep. She had been so tired lately, drowsiness weighting her paws through the day, her sleep heavy at night. She’d felt unusually clumsy in the training hollow, too, and was relieved that Frostfur had been made a warrior, along with her sister, Brindleface. With no more training sessions to attend, she’d had a chance to let her battle practice slide. Rosetail kneaded her nest and stepped into it. “I’ll tell you in the morning,” she murmured, closing her eyes. Leopardfoot was more talkative, clearly still buzzing from the Gathering as she plumped up the bracken in the nest on Bluefur’s other side. “Hailstar lost his ninth life,” she announced. “He was bitten by a rat.” Bluefur sat up. “He’s dead?” “Yes. Crookedstar’s the leader of RiverClan now.” “Who is the new deputy?” Bluefur pricked her ears. She knew Oakheart had set his heart on it.
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