By the time they reached camp, Thistleclaw had filled the clan in on their victory, and the death of Sunstar. It's all my fault.. If only I had fought back! He was grieving to himself, hardly hearing the congratulating on the victory, or the worried cats who would get worked up over his leg.
He sat from the medicine den, clearly miserable, and sighed. Stupid StarClan! How could you have let this happen! He looked up, angry at his ancestors. He thought he saw the faint outline of Bluefur. Curse you StarClan.. If you can hear me, I despise you!
He got up, limping out of the den, but Oakpaw stopped him.
"You need to stay still if you want that healed." He pointed out.
Thrushpelt grumbled. "Whatever." He sat back on his haunches.
"So, how was the battle?" Oakpaw asked as he examined Thrushpelt's leg once again.
"I remember it like it was two heart beats ago!" He snapped. He didn't like the memory of it. Who knows what would happen if the clan knew it was his fault!
Oakpaw stood up. Lay down and get some rest, while you sleep I'll treat you. Maybe you'll be less fidgety." He hissed.
Why are all medicine cats so grumpy? Thrushpelt bit back a sharp retort.

Thrushpelt jumped excitedly around his daughters, stopping to groom them. It had been a moon since the battle, and finally Cracklepaw and Cinderpaw had passed their final assessment. I could never be prouder than I am now! He purred as he finished grooming the two.
Cracklepaw and Cinderpaw sat in front of the highrock, quivering with excitement. Thistlestar stood tall on the rock.
"Cracklepaw, come forth." He summoned the apprentice.
   "I have trained you well enough to know you are clearly ready to become a warrior. From this day forward you shall be known as Cracklefrost. Share your strength and courage with your Clanmates and the future generation of ThunderClan." He turned to Cinderpaw.
    "Adderfang." He looked at the tom. "Is Cinderpaw ready to become a warrior, and has more than once proven her knowledge, strength, courage and ruthlessness when it comes to defending the clan?" The leader asked.
    "More than enough." The senior warrior meowed.
    "Then from this day forward you shall be known as Cinderwing. Spread your compassionate spirit to those around you." The leader finished.
   "Cracklefrost! Cinderwing! Cracklefrost! Cinderwing!" The entire Clan yowled loudly.
   "Also, since we are all here, I may as well finally appoint a deputy." He meowed. "Tigerclaw, will you be my deputy?" He looked at the strong warrior.
    "It would be an honor, sir." Tigerclaw dipped his head, clearly pleased with himself.
    "Meeting dismissed." Thistlestar finished. He leapt down and nodded to the two newest warriors, who were sitting vigil already.
   The sun was setting when Thrushpelt settled into the Warriors den. He glared at the sky, just because you granted us one good day doesn't mean you deserve my forgiveness, StarClan. He closed his eyes, and let the darkness take him.

    Thrushpelt woke in a forest. The trees were dark, and the grass was dead. No stars shown in the sky, and the air smelled of death. Suddenly, Thrushpelt gasped. The place of no stars! As a kit the elders told stories of the disturbing place, and that evil cats went here to train to be vicious murderers or if they didn't deserve to go to StarClan.
     "I got to get out of here!" He muttered, his voice laced with fear. I'm not evil! Please let me out of here!
    Suddenly, a white cat with a terrifying scar that reach across his enter body walked from behind a tree. Only, he wasn't alone.
    Cracklefrost? Why was she here with such a treacherous place with such horrid cats. Quietly,he strained to hear.
   "I'm ready for tonight's training, Snowtuft."
   "Good." An icy, shrill voice came from the tom. "I was ordered to assess you on a death blow. I've bought a cat to help you, remember, this isn't the real world. It'll be fine."
   The toms words almost soothed Thrushpelt, but he was no fool. A small, scrawny, fearful apprentice was revealed. It's eyes wide with fear.
    Cracklefrost got into a hunters crouch, and pounced at the apprentices throat, claws unsheathed.
    Thrushpelt closed his eyes before he could see or hear anything. He shot up, waking. He panted, terrified. It was only a bad dream.. Only a bad dream! He struggled to reassure himself, but nothing would make his fear budge.
    What was Cracklefrost going to do? Was she going to kill that apprentice? StarClan has abandoned us...