Bumblebreeze had finished going over the herbs for the day, tidying up the wares Stonebelly kept and going over everything Forgottentrail had been teaching him in his dreams. As the cat curled up against his sister and the fox pelt gift he shared with her, his eyes fell closed harder than he expected, sleep taking him quickly.
As he blinked open his eyes and glanced around at the golden grasses of Starclan, Bumblebreeze tilted his head. This wasn’t the place Forgottentrail usually met him in. Were they meeting somewhere else this time? “Hewwo?” he called out, his unusual tone imperfect from many moons of being un-used. He took several steps, glancing around and waiting to see which cat would come into view. Along the way he kept an eye out for herbs along the way, not that he could take any home but perhaps he’d learn something new in his time around that he hadn’t quite learned before?
What he wasn’t expecting was an almost scattered black cat standing in his path, looking as if one simple breeze would blow the rest of them away.
Next on Deathclaw visitation list was Bumblebreeze. The poor tom didn’t understand what was going on around him. How he was hurting his adopted little sister. Or just how fragile her mind was. Bumbebreeze was also deaf. Unless Deathclaw brought him to Starclan, which fully he intended to do. Deathclaw sighed a little. Ever since he found Foxpaw as a kit, her well being was heavy on his mind. It was odd for him to go over what he normally did. He liked it better when he was just escorting cats to the afterlife. Sighing again, he waited until Bumblebreeze was asleep. 
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