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Blurb:

Soon after Sparrowclan recovers from a sickness called Sunstruck, Sootstar soon learns that Fallenstone is still infected, and slowly losing control of herself. Fallenstone is starting to lose her mind, and piece by piece she is losing her sanity. Will it be too late to save herself?

A/N: I wanted to write a story with a sad ending. Well, here I go.

Chapter One
Bluefire finished inspecting the kits and turned to his apprentice. "Tell Sootstar that it's gone," he ordered, trying not to burst with happiness. It was gone! The sickness was finally gone! Sparrowclan had lost seven warriors and a handful of others, and the clan was still mourning.

"Sure, Bluefire!" chirped the pale grey apprenitce. Bluefire purred. He had worked his apprentice to the bone, and he was proud. Maybe it's time for him to receive his medicine cat name, he thought. Dapplepaw bounded out of the nursery, only to be distracted by a butterfly.

A few minutes later Sootstar padded into the nursery. "Are you sure about this, Bluefire? You've never been wrong before, but..." The leader stared into the distance. He was probably remembering the cats the clan had lost, including all of his family.

The medicine cat stiffened. "I'm not wrong," he muttered through gritted teeth.

Sootstar snapped into reality and shrunk back out of the den. "You're never wrong, Bluefire," he half-joked.

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