Bluefur Goes To Riverclan

Bluefur hobbled through the snow as fast as she could. The undergrowth scratched at her fur, but she continued. As fast as she could with Mistykit in her mouth and Stonekit on her back, she raced to the river. "Come on my kits! Shadowclan has almost reached us!" She desperately mewed to lift their spirits. The only reply she got was a feeble cough from Mosskit and a whimper from Stonekit. Finally, she reached the river. Oakheart was waiting, barely visible in the fog. The water was frozen over, so one at a time, she slid her three kits over the ice. Everything was going fine until the ice broke on Mosskit! She yowled and fell into the river. Without a moment's hesitation, Bluefur leaped in the cold water. She grabbed her beloved kit by the scruff and tried to fight the freezing water. Her muscles screamed as she tried to go upriver. As Mosskit went limp, Bluefur sank underneath the water. She Gave up hope when three toms dragged her out of the water, and on to Riverclan territory. Soaking wet, she curled around Mosskit. Bluefur looked at her heroes. Oakheart, Crookedjaw, and Thrushpelt. Moments later, Bluefur had enough strength to say, "Thrushpelt?". Relieved she was alive, Mistykit, Stonekit, and Thrushpelt ran to her. She looked at Oakheart. He looked.... uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. "Thrushpelt, though I thank you for helping us, why are you here?" Thrushpelt looked taken aback. "Early this morning, I woke to the noise of excited kits... and Bluefur's voice. I was smiling until I heard they were sneaking out of camp. I followed them and kept wondering why they weren't going back to camp. Why Bluefur risked their health? I scented a squirrel, and swiftly killed and buried it. Then I realized I lost their scent, I blankly wandered around until a heard a kits yowl. I followed the sound until I saw Bluefur drowning. I jumped right in to save her, but I couldn't drag her back. Then you two came. Thank you." He said. Then he stared into my eyes. My pelt ruffled with shame until he spoke again. "Bluefur, I want you to come back to Thunderclan with me, but I wouldn't be able to stand you being so unhappy. Stay with Riverclan. " Bluefur felt cold. "No Thrushpelt! Thundercla-" Thrushpelt, claws sheathed, batted her head with a paw. With a snarl, he said, "Go to Riverclan!" Oakheart almost leaped on him but was silenced as Crookedjaw jumped in front of him. Then Oakheart understood was Bluefur didn't, Thrushpelt was doing what he thought was best for her. Bluefur looked at him, almost breaking into tears. "Fine!" She snapped. Bluefur looked at her kits, their heads spinning, and not understanding. Thankfully, they would be too young to remember this, and they would be raised  Riverclan. Bluefur nervously crept in Riverclan territory. Oakheart was carrying Stonekit, Crookedjaw was carrying Mistykit, and Bluefur carrying Mosskit. Eventually, they reached the camp. It looked just like Thunderclan, just more full-fed. Everyone let out a small gasp when they finally saw Bluefur. Bluefur shrunk back from the snarling cats. She looked at Mosskit, who seemed even more frightened. Oakheart marched forward and yowled, interrupted by a familiar voice. "What are they doing here?" Hailstar yowled from their clan rock. "-That night at the gathering, Bluefur told me she was expecting. She planned to give the kits to Riverclan, but Thrushpelt stopped her. Now she has come to.. be with Riverclan." As Oakheart finished his story, Bluefur saw her kits playfully hiding in the reeds, unbothered. As Bluefur started to cower back as the cats looked at her kits aggressively, Oakheart pressed his fur against her. Her confidence trickled back until she could stand tall. Hailstar looked at a loss for words. "Let me think about this in my den. Let her stay for now." He said and flicked his tail dismissively and walked in. Bluefur rounded up her kits and Oakheart appeared. He calmly set his tail around her and led her to the nursery. She then realized it was empty, besides a grief queen. She finally relaxed and pulled her kits towards us. Her, and her exhausted kits, finally fell asleep after their long morning. When she awoke, she was in an unfamiliar den, the scent of herbs filled around her. Bluefur assumed this was the medicine den. A dark brown tom walked in. "I'm Mudfur, the medicine cat. I... I noticed Mosskit and Stonekit coughing, so I brought you here." He took a deep sigh. "You have greencough, along with Stonekit and Mosskit. I remember being told Thunderclan had catnip, but I can't tell them it's you. Oakheart!" He suddenly called. Oakheart came looking tired. Bluefur felt horrible, while the rest, he fought to keep her in the clan. Mudfur stirred her from her thoughts. "Oakheart, tell an apprentice to get some moss for them, then get them some chickweed. I'll be in Thunderclan territory." Bluefur ached everywhere. Though she was next to Oakheart and her kits, she still shivered. The kits lay asleep next to her, too tired and sick to nurse. As she groaned, Oakheart sighed and started to groom her. "Oakheart... you'll get sick. You need to leave the medicine den." She whispered. Oakheart paused and re-continued as if he hadn't heard anything. Bluefur sighed. "Oakhear-" "I don't care!" he snapped. Moments of tension passed between them until he spoke. "Don't die Bluefur." his voice cracked. She tried to reassure him, but she only had enough strength to nod and hope.