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[color=848482]He released a long-held breath as soon as the cats started to move for the entrance. There would be no fighting today. [color=C2DFFF][i]Thank StarClan,[/i][/color] Blackmoon turned his gaze up towards the half-moon that shone through the holes in the ceiling. It remained unobscured, even as Frostpaw murmured those dark words to Dew-whisker. 

[b]"I don't know,"[/b] he heard the MistClan cat whisper to her apprentice. [b]"I don't know..."[/b]

Blackmoon absentmindedly gathered Hawkpaw close to him as they made their way through DuskClan's caverns. Now, he could see cats poking their noses and heads out of the crevices in the walls, their eyes gleaming at them from the darkness of their coves. There were a variety of emotions he could see on their faces. Worry, fear, distrust, contempt, hate... they really didn't know what happened. All that they knew was that there were these cats with a body trudging through their territory. Would Foxstar tell them the truth of what happened..?

The previously jovial group of cats were dead silent as they marched back into MistClan camp. Dew-whisker shared a few brief words of comfort with Dawnwing and Tigershine before she and her apprentice disappeared into the reeds that marred their territory. When they made it back into BirchClan territory, Dawnwing and Tigershine, along with Addertongue and Braveleap, shared little to no words as well. Yet, they shared a similar worried and angered glint in their eye, along with unasked questions: what would happen next? Was DuskClan actually at fault? Were they lying?

Blackmoon didn't want talking among their small group, even as they re-entered their camp. As the early morning light touched the top of distant mountain peaks, Stonefoot and Shadeclaw split off from the main group and returned to the warrior's den to rest. He desperately wanted to speak with Emberstar and tell him what happened before he found out on his own terms, but... his muscles and bones ached a terrible amount, and he felt weighed down with grief. His stomach knotted as he glanced up at the fading stars. How he desperately wanted there to be an answer written among the lightening sky... but there was none, and the stars glinted back down at him, as if they teased him for wanting something so trivial. 

[color=C2DFFF][b]"Let's get to our nests. Nothing's going to be solved if we're both exhausted,"[/b][/color] Blackmoon told his apprentice without looking at her. He limped past her and up the little slope leading to their den, lurched towards his side of the cavern, and collapsed into his nest in a tired heap. Sleep took him within moments.  [/color]