Faded Hope [Windclan Finale]

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There will be a little bit of time for the clans to interact one last time with those chosen to be sacrifices before the fighting begins.  

StarClan is not here yet, nor are the stars back yet. Additionally, unless your cat was told, they do not yet know about the sacrifices.

Once the fighting begins Medicine Cats with the appropriate rank will give their allies a Defending Buff. Please keep that in mind once the fighting starts!

The full moon in the dark sky above brought Brackenwing no comfort, just a deep sense of dread. After what had happened the last full moon, she had little desire to see what might happen this go around. The dark forest still prowled around camp as if they owned it, and Swiftspirit and Mistysky were still dead. Occasionally, Brackenwing would see their shades around camp, unable to speak or be spoken to, and her stomach would twist.

If the stars were even real, it would sure be nice if they could do something about the dark forest. Brackenwing sure didn't think it was possible to get out from under their claws, now.

Blazepaw wasn’t herself tonight. She lay in the apprentice den, practically unmoving. Everything seemed to remind her of the time she saw two cats brutally murdered in cold blood right before her eyes.

The past moons had been wonderful, and things were only looking up. Lionfur stretched lazily as he got up from his place in the middle of camp. Ah, being back in WindClan in newleaf... it was glorious. As always, the territory was beautiful. But these days, it was even moreso. The voices of the stars were silent. No more lies were spread from their filthy tongues. And now, that annoying Goldenstar had finally perished. In his view, it was only a matter of time before he was finally in charge of WindClan, like he had been destined to be. Ha. In a way, StarClan was right. But they didn't know just how I would become leader. A small smile on his handsome face, he strode over to join the group of his Clanmates that were beginning to gather. "What a nice night," he remarked to no one in particular. Where were Whisperpaw and Ryepaw? He could use a good conversation.

Ashfall looked to the sky with her one good eye. The moon was nearing its peak, as it had those few moons ago when her father marched upon the clans. Brought them to heel so easily. It infuriated her to no end, how easily it had happened. How they had not fought against the injustice of it all. How she hadn't. The clans were too soft, she saw that, she had seen that even before the Dark Forest had appeared. Windclan had been trampled, just as they always had been. Why she had been maimed, why countless had been injured and died. Just because Windclan wasn't strong enough. Maybe the Dark Forest was good for that, at least. Nearly everyone she had ever loved was dead anyhow, and her kits would only get stronger. As much as she hated the Dark Forest, they had a knack for hardening cats. So long as she eventually got to deliver justice to her father, Ashfall didn't quite care who was in charge.

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Hawkheart lay sprawled in the middle of camp as if he were a kit. Though now he was substantially larger, and quite a bit more annoying to get around. It wasn't as if he wanted to be awake in the middle of the night anyhow, but the full moon was a full moon, and that meant a "gathering", or whatever they were calling it now. To be honest, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Batsong sat in a secluded corner of camp glaring at Raisha as she paraded around camp. Batsong was very aware tonight was when they would be having a gathering under better circumstances.

It also marked the 1 moon marking of when Raisha had killed both of her adoptive mothers right in front of her. She hated Raisha so much and wanted so much to rake her claws down her. She knew that would only end in her demise though ... she wouldnt let Raisha have that... she had to live to keep the memories of Mistysky and swiftspirit alive. She teared up a little thinking of them and how just a moon ago they were both there for her and each other as a family...

Now they were gone and Raisha stalked around pridefully ... she probably knew how much pain Batsong was in and was just rubbing it in at this point.

That did it. Blazepaw stood up. The memories were being forced upon her, after all. She couldn’t shut them out anymore. The ginger she-cat stepped out of the apprentice den and towards Batsong and Raisha.
“Enough, you big bully! Why do you do this? Who foxing HURT you?!”

Ryepaw was laying with Blazepaw as she curled up in a ball and just cuddled. As she stood up he was going to stop her when Lionfur looked around and commented how nice of a night it was. "Perhaps for you Lionfur, however our entire way of life has been destoryed." he said with wariness in his eyes. Although he was friendly with the tom beforehand, he was wary now because there was something wrong in the air and Blazepaw was acting kinda weird.

"WHO FOXING HURT YOU?" Ryepaw whipped his head around as his mate challenged Rashia. "Uh, Blazepaw, that is not a good-" Rashia cut him off and started talking about Asylum and some other kinds of cats. "Rashia, it doesn't matter anymore. You are dead and are just bullies to us because your like wasn't the way that you wanted."

As always, Raisha was going overboard. However, it was up to the former rogue whatever she felt like doing. Lionfur simply rolled his eyes and shook out his fluffy golden mane of fur. "No one is destroying your way of life," he responded dismissively. His red-gleaming eyes carried an air of disappointment as they fell upon Ryepaw. "A few things have changed, but the Clan should be as strong as ever. It is those who still try and cling weakly to the stars that are holding WindClan back from the greatness it should be attaining now." Irritated, his tail flicked, and he looked away from the mouse-brain who was now deciding to challenge Raisha. The best way to deal with that mess was to ignore her, honestly. When he became leader.... Whisperpaw's gaze met his, and the tom smiled. Finally, a worthy conversation partner. Why hadn't the young cat been made a warrior yet? Well, he would see that it happened soon. "What sort of warrior name would you like?" he asked idly, striding closer and sitting by the large-eared apprentice. "For no reason in particular."