The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Badgermask had not moved a whisker as the Gathering started - not even her ears twitching as the leaders started to speak...As Nightstar raised his voice, Shrikestar retorting - cats jumping on the rock, shouting at the two leaders. The ShadowClan warrior heard none of it as she stared off, her eyes focused on nothing...
Until Nightstar called down the wrath of StarClan upon both himself and Shrikestar in one single stupid move. As the whole clearing was washed in a flash of light, the air cracking with the force that caused her fur to stand on edge - the warrior blinked, senses finally returning to her as StarClan's show of force washed over her. The air was charged as cats screamed in pain, fainted, called out for each other as so many innocents were caught in the crossfire.
Her eyes darted back and forth as she tried to make sense of what had happened - she did not know the events leading up to the chaos, she had heard none of it. If she thought hard, perhaps there would be more she could remember of the last few moonhighs but in the chaos... She was even a bit surprised to realize it was a Gathering - she had been so lost in her daze, the fog of her grief, that she hadn't even... Finally her eyes fell onto the collapsed form of the two leaders, with other cats scattered around.
...Oh. ...More of this, then? She almost felt disappointed at the fact as a sense of annoyance and...Tiredness swept over her. More cats caught up in Nightstar's and Leopardsun's war - after all, she had not heard her mother denounce Nightstar's further call for bloodshed. Was their failure not enough? Was losing her siblings not enough for them?
Her ears slicked back, head lowering. She didn't see the point - not in anything. She was tired, she wanted to curl up in her nest and do nothing but... That wasn't what would help the Clan. Slowly, she shuffled to her paws, gaze flickering up as her expression was once more unreadable - but there was something in her eyes that had been missing since she had lost her siblings. A tiny, smoulder of anger - of distrust.
But there she waited, once again deaf to the chaos around her - none of it was worth her attention - she didn't see Harriertalon about, she doubted her father would have come and Leopardsun was...Fine, it seemed. She waited, eyes focused in the general direction of her mother - waiting for the orders to leave. She didn't care if they were waiting for Nightstar to return to them first.
...She would continue her path. Do what was expected of her nothing more, nothing less. She would wait, watch. Pretend. Nightstar - Leopardsun - could think whatever they wanted of her for the time being. She would be their perfect little warrior...
Until she knew for sure if she could trust them or not. The act of StarClan has snapped Badgermask out of her grief-imposed daze! Thought, she has decided to keep up the act and is waiting for proper orders on if they are leaving or not.
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A sigh of relief left Creamsky as the words started to form on Wolfblossom's tongue - they were leaving! But before she could finish, before he could raise to his paws - the world went white and everything stopped. It took some time for him to blink the light from his eyes as he stumbled backwards, breath heaving in his lungs but something was wrong - off. He... He could see cats around him with open maws but all he could hear was a high-pitched noise. A groan escaped him as he raised a paw, rubbing at his ears but the noise didn't stop.
Slowly, however, he started to make out sounds beneath it - voices, words. He glanced up to see Wolfblossom had bounded down from the rock and was ushering the Clan out. His eyes widen as he stared to glance around the fleeing SkyClan cats, recalling a familiar pelt who had walked with him for most of the trip here. "Lightningbreeze?" he called out - or he thought he did? He could barely hear his own voice over the ringing. Slowly he started to stumble backwards, turning to follow the wave of SkyClan cats but he kept trying to call out for his best friend as he went - she...She didn't get hurt, did she?
Creamsky is currently suffering from minor hearing loss (he'll be fine by the time they return to camp) and is looking for his BFF Lightningbreeze as he is leaving with SkyClan!
Echopaw's anxiety-ridden pleas were the last thing she heard before thunder echoed across the night sky, lighting striking down right where the feuding leaders were and leaving her sight temporarily blinded by the flash. A sharp hiss was elicited from her maw, lips pulling back in defense while her fur stood up in caution. She was lucky enough to have leaped back from instinct, the lightning strike dangerously close to where she had been. Cats' fainted bodies were scattered across the clearing, some more conscious than others, and some wounded. She felt pity for the cats who had been involuntarily stricken in the mess of their leaders, tail shielding her apprentice's smaller frame in an attempt to console him from shock and the sound of panicked yowls.
"Let's head back to camp, Echopaw. We need not involve ourselves in this bickering mess of immature leaders and what they've caused upon the uninvolved." Fawnshine hissed quietly under her breath, cradling the younger tom's body to assist him in lifting him up. Still, her duties urged her to do otherwise—they couldn't just withdraw peacefully and leave the rest injured like this. Not if there's still Mottlestar and Acornstem near the rock. Gritting her teeth, she raced over to the aftermath of the lightning strike where the collapsed leaders and deputies lay, some of their bodies scattered in various injuries that made her wince to look at. They'll need a careful examination when they're back at camp.
"Acornstem, are you alright? Can you hear me?" The she-cat was quick to scan the deputy's figure for injuries, though fortunately, she found none. "Please call for Thunderclan to head back to camp. I'll assist Mottlestar and Echopaw in bringing back those who are injured," She turned to her apprentice, "Find the rest and help them back, please. Find a warrior to assist you and bring them to my den once you're home."
Fawnshine is checking on Acornstem and Mottlestar, while also searching for those who are injured!
thrushnose
Everything happened in a flash. Literally. The flash of lightning blinded his ability to see, though only for a temporary moment, leaving Thrushnose to yelp back in panic. Despite the uneasiness that ran through his veins from the consequences of the leaders' feuds, he forced himself to get up to his paws and rushed to find Peonypaw, seeing her wake up beside Amberpaw after just being unconscious.
"Peonypaw, Amberpaw, let's head back to camp." He urged them both up to their paws, masking the slight tremble in his voice with something more calm and composed, not wanting to push the apprentices' panic further than they already were.
Thrushnose is helping Amber & Peony back to camp!
Crowspirit
The more the threats began to spill, the more fiery the comebacks rose. There was a puddle of anxiety that began to form in the pit of her stomach, ears flattening against her head in fear of how fast things had escalated. Cats were screaming at one another, claws unsheathed, and teeth bore. It wasn't until they'd finally pressed on the last nerve of StarClan that the ancestors made sure their bickering would not go unnoticed; sending a lightning strike to hurtle down between Nightstar and Shrikestar in consequence. Crowspirit let out a loud yowl in fear, flattening herself to the ground, and her fur bristling with stress. She tried her best to seek for company—a familiar face, anyone at all, but her sight seemed to blur out in the midst of panic.
Crowspirit is panicked and is trying to search for someone she knows!
Hawkshriek
Hawkshriek's fur rose on end at the sound of the apprentice's scream, instinctively reaching over to shield her from the trembling impact of the lightning strike. Although it was not directed toward any of them, it was evident that Starclan was upset. Flashbacks of past times, when the clans had made their ancestors upset started to reoccur to him, and the tom winced, his tail curling around Bubblepaw protectively.
"No, this definitely isn't supposed to happen at Gatherings. StarClan has been angered from the broken truce of peace, and Nightstar along with Shrikestar had been struck as punishment." He felt sympathy for the young she-cat having to experience this at her first Gathering, knowing how unpleasant of memory it must be to have the joy of gatherings be destructed by whose problems she didn't have a paw in. Gritting his teeth, he listened to Perchstar's yowl for them to get back to camp and obeyed, silently beckoning for Bubblepaw to come with him.
Hawkshriek is heading back to camp with Bubblepaw!
Fennelbreeze
Fennelbreeze watched in horror as chaos slowly but surely descended down upon the Gathering, Sootstorm holding up his courage to shout at Shadowclan's leader in spite of his position, his eyes fiery with rage. It wasn't until the thunderous boom of lightning struck the bickering leaders that she knew the truce of peace in Gatherings was broken; left to be handled by their ancestors' merciless punishment. She let out a sharp yowl, covering her eyes just in time to not get blinded by the flash of light—but by the time she stood up again, Sootstorm had been struck to the ground, his fur crisp with the scent of smoke clouding above his figure.
"SOOTSTORM!" Fennelbreeze yelled out for her friend, racing towards the tom with disregard for the feuding leaders. Rage bubbled inside her throat as she held back a low snarl, gently nudging her maw into the burnt fur of his pelt. They should've never let their business get involved in this. Sootstorm was hurt because of them. Forcing herself to gulp down the anger, she followed Sleepyhollow and Sparrowthorn away from where he was last struck, her fur bristling with anxiety at the sight of her friend so fragile. "I'll help you carry him back to camp." She offered, the words so instinctive she barely needed to think twice before crouching down to assist the medicine cat in bringing the tom back to camp.
Fennelbreeze is helping Sparrowthorn carry Sootstorm back to camp!
◇ whinchatpaw ◇ "you get one chance, make it count."
The tom lay on his side, hissing as he bit down on his tongue. The fire was out, but its damage had been done. Though the flames had only survived for a moment, they had spread across his back, down the apprentice's leg and onto one of his hind paws.
Littlepaw was immediately by his side, trying to comfort the tom. He also heard his mentor's voice, asking the apprentice something. The roaring in his ears made it difficult to make out what Silverwing had said, but he knew what he wanted to say.
"Out. ...Please. Littlepaw. You need to get out. We need... to go."
Whinchatpaw began heaving himself onto his paws. Silverwing's licking had numbed him to the pins and needles in his back. He couldn't feel his left leg at all. Was that a good thing? Other thoughts occupied his mind; had Little been burned as well? Staggering forward, he nearly fell over again but managed to stay upright by leaning heavily on the silver warrior.
At the moment the tom couldn't care less about his own injuries. All he wanted was for the three of them to find safety outside, away from the Gathering. He would worry about the aftermath once he was convinced no one was in the danger of getting hurt further.
Whinchatpaw is leaving the Gathering with Silverwing and Littlepaw.
There were so many things happening at once. Nightstar lunged back onto the rock, reaching for Shrikestar's throat. The two leaders fell off the rock once more, hitting the ground in a mess of teeth and claws. How long would they have fought for, there on the ground like rogues? It appeared that neither of them noticed the changing weather, not until it was too late. Shrikestar didn't notice the storm: didn't hear the thunder rumbling, didn't feel the lightning crackling across his fur. At one moment, he was awake and fighting. The next, he was on the moors.
The question of 'what' or 'why' died on his tongue as he realized: he had died. He had lost a life. He remembered the pain of a life ripped from his chest, but this one had been so sudden. Then the night sky opened up, and the stars came down, leaving him face to face with Swiftspirit. Under normal circumstances, it would be a blessing to see her, but when was the last time circumstances were 'normal'?
He listened, and that was where the pain came from: the pain in his heart hearing the words coming from the former warrior, the StarClan cat who had given him a life. It was painful, but maybe he had to hear it. Maybe he had to take in the words Swiftspirit was saying, and place that burden on his heart. He slowly nodded, wishing he could say more, say anything, but all the words were lost. He wished he could step forward, find some comfort in his friend, but it wasn't as if he was going to wake up to any comfort. Far from it: discomfort was all he could hope for.
Then he was awake again with a shuddering gasp. His fur was singed and tingling down to his tailtip. He could feel his body being lifted off the ground, his eyes clearing to see that it was Smallbean attempting to carry him back to WindClan territory. Not wanting to burden his deputy any more than he already had, he pushed away, standing on unsteady paws. "I'm alright," he rasped, looking around the clearing. Swiftspirit had been right: there had been more injuries than just him and Nightstar. Plenty seemed to have faced some brunt of the storm's force. Other clans were leaving, scattering to the winds. There was no point in staying any longer.
"WindClan, head for home," he called above the confused din, taking an experimental step forward. Once he determined that he was on safe ground, he looked around at every clanmate he could make eye contact with. "Help the wounded home. Make sure everyone is with us." They had a long walk home, and he had a longer time than the others: time to think on what had happened, and what he needed to do next.
Amber
Characters : Amberpaw || Sloekit || Flickerfoot Clan/Rank : TC apprentice || SC Unborn || RC NPC Elder Number of posts : 188 Gender : ♀ Age : 21
Amberpaw pressed in close to Peonypaw as she fainted and reawakened. "Are you okay, Peonypaw?" He licked her head fervently, trying to bring some alertness to her eyes. The sight of Amberpaw's friend, Thrushnose, eased his anxiety a bit. He suddenly felt safe, knowing one of Thunderclan's best warriors was looking after them. At the tom's urging, Amberpaw stood and helped his apprentice friend to her paws, then stuck close to Thrushnose. "What about Mottlestar and Acornstem?" The tom belted, concern dripping from his voice. He glanced toward the rock, where smoke from the lightning strike hung in the air.
Fawneye screeched as lightning struck, the she-cat had never moved that fast in her life, her white pelt was unmistakable amongst the shadowclanners as she raced to be with her clan. She was able to catch up with Ravenpaw and left in a hurry.
Fawneye has left.
Sleepyhollow dipped her head to Fennelbreeze, "Thank you." she meowed as she took up the other side and assisted bringing the injured warrior back to camp. She tried to keep her back as even with the other warriors as possible, going as far to keep in step with the other she-cat as to not jostle Sootstorm.
Please, don't let another warrior die.
At that moment all she wanted was to be home, with Vulturepaw and the rest of her siblings.
Sleepyhollow is leaving with Sparrowthorn, and assisting Fennelbreeze with Sootstorm.
Echopaw sniffled and nodded his head, he would find the others. The tom looked around him quickly and was able to find Ridgecrest, the medicine cat apprentice approached, "Are you alright? Help me get everyone back to camp. Fawnshine is with Mottlestar and Acornstem." he instructed, the two of them would be able to hold up the back line and make sure every Thunderclanner was headed home. No one would be left behind.
Echopaw approached Ridgecrest and is making sure everyone gets out safe.
It seemed as though the Shadowclan deputy, Tigerdance and her own reasoning only fell on deaf ears. A building sense of dread filled her as several of her own clanmates rose to argue - not with the leaders, but with those who only wanted to diffuse the situation. Disgraceful, absolutely disgraceful. Something buried in her memory told her that this wasn't good. This type of arguing - not at fourtrees. It wouldn't end well. She couldn't remember why, though.
And then Nightstar, who would not stay down. Brackenwing's eyes widened in horror as he lunged not just to the top of the great rock... But for Shrikestar, sending both leaders tumbling to the ground in a tangle of claws. Had they learned nothing from previous gatherings? Were they so focused on this foxdung petty argument? She wanted her brother back, she wanted an end to the violence. This... This was not going to help matters, and Bracken feared. A shape burst into her field of view. "Sootstorm don't-"
There was no time to think, the marbled tabby instinctively stumbled backward as a loud, deafening peal of thunder split the already loud night air. Her fur stood on end as a bright flash of light consumed the hollow. The marbled tabby's eyes closed as she flattened herself against the ground, shaking. Her ears rang as her heart hammered against her ribs. She felt like it would explode out of her chest, if it kept up. Cats yowled around her, but the elder hardly heard them. Dark green eyes cracked open, narrowed to slits against the painful burn of afterimage. She blinked, trying to reconcile what she was seeing in front of her.
Three cats... Three bodies. Fur sparking, smoke rising, too still. "Sootstorm!" Brackenwing stumbled toward the bodies, not caring at all about Nightstar. Her gaze landed on Shrikestar... And she grimaced.
She had said they had lives their clanmates did not. She didn't think the leaders would take that as a challenge. Apparently they had. She really should have known better by now, especially with Nightstar and Shrikestar being... Themselves. "Dark forest take both of you." Brackenwing swore under her breath. Really, she should have kept her mouth shut. Or better yet, not come to the gathering at all.
The bodies of the so-called leaders were not her concern. They would resurrect... Probably. Unfortunately.
Sootstorm had tried to get between them, her foolish, naive, peace-loving kit. Sparrowthorn had reached him first, though. The elder stumbled forward on shaking paws. "Soot-" She breathed, coughing as the scent of burning flesh hit the back of her throat. He was breathing, thank Starclan. Fennelbreeze moved to help, and Brackenwing shot the warrior a grateful look. She wasn't sure she could have bore anyone else's weight right now.
Smallbean was dragging Shrikestar, calling for the clan to leave. Brackenwing barely heard him over the roar in her ears. Tigerdance was moving to help him. The elder followed, stumbling again and regaining her paws. Her ears rang and her vision swam. She'd make it back home, though.
Acornstem's gaze flickered up as she heard her name being called, watching as Fawnshine and Echopaw was quickly approaching where she had collapsed. She opened her mouth to respond but her voice was caught in her throat, no matter how much she wanted to confirm to the medicine cats that she was alright... Terror gripped every attempt to make any noise leave her mouth as she only managed a nod, slowly getting her paws underneath her as she pushed herself to her paws as the medicine cat gave her a quick look over.
At the mention for her to give the order to leave, she blinked. R-Right, yes it was important to get everybody out of here. She swallowed, turning her head to where her Clan stood. "T-ThunderClan, w-we are leaving!" she managed with some effort - her voice cracking under the effort to speak despite the panic and fear that still gripped her and making sure her voice was loud enough to be heard. "M-Make sure no-nobody is left behind!" Already, her eyes were scanning her Clanmates - she had to make sure everybody got home safely. She had to know who had been left unscathed by the lightning and who would need time to recover.
Acornstem is pretty shaken up by the lightning, but is calling for ThunderClan to head home!
Dawnbright sat there, wide-eyed, as she saw her leader and Shrikestar fight in front of all the clans.
The silver tortoiseshell caught a glimpse of a brown and white cat dash up between Nightstar and Shrikestar, as if in an effort to stop those two clan leaders from fighting.
Suddenly, she saw a white flash; the bolt of lightning sent by starclan
As quick as it started, the lightning stopped, leaving three still forms that lay quietly at the base of the rock. Dawnbright froze in shock, as she realised that it was both the shadowclan and windclan leaders there unmoving, along with the brown and white warrior, from windclan, that had tried to intervene earlier.
"What...what exactly happened?" Dawnbright muttered under her breath, panicking wildly as she realised both the leaders were losing a life and the windclan warrior was unconscious.
Dawnbright stared at the brown and white dappled pelt next to the two leaders, worry pulsing through her. That warrior...he couldn't possibly die...there was already two lives lost in this chaos of a gathering...no way would an innocent warrior who tried to stop the leaders from fighting die...
Dawnbright is in a very shocked state
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living: Dawnbright/She-cat/Shadowclan/warrior/#ff0000/Comic Sans MS Moonkit/She-cat/Shadowclan/kit/#0000ff/Times New Roman Aspenpaw/Tom/Windclan/apprentice/#990000/Courier New
dead: Honeypaw/She-cat/Thunderclan/apprentice/#ff9900/Times New Roman
Blazefang’s heart pounded in her chest as the scene unfolded. Thankfully, Acornstem was calling a retreat. Blazefang scanned the crowd for her kin, gaze coming to rest on her granddaughters. In a flash of ginger, she darted towards them. “Come on girls, we’re leaving!” she called.
Blazefang is with Brindle and Hickory preparing to leave. Lighttail is still knocked out. Sunflare is awaiting further instruction. Sagepaw is leaving.
Kitty Former Staff
Characters : Murkyriver ♀ | Mistwalker ♀ | Mintglade ♀ | Crakeburn ♀ | Snowvixen ♀ | Hollowpaw ♀ Clan/Rank : Riverclan | Skyclan | Windclan Number of posts : 4940 Gender : She/Her - ash was here :3 and Ro! Age : 21
The bickering between the Shadowclan and Windclan leaders had been... expected, to say the least. The tortoiseshell's tail flicked with a fair deal of annoyance at the situation, but at the end of the Gathering, it wasn't exactly the worst thing that could have come. At least the forest had seemed to take her announcement fairly well, and she had nodded her head with a great smile as Perchstar announced their alliance. Solidified, firm, unshaking.
Then the lightning struck.
Mottlestar lept back, everything going white and her ears ringing so loudly. She was dazed, to say the least, and it took her some time to gain her bearings. Faintly, she heard the voices of others around her-they were talking, right? She hoped so.
One look down, and she could make out Acornstem's call for Thunderclan to leave. Even if she couldn't quite head, the tortoiseshell echoed her deputy's words. "Thunderclan! Follow me home! Stay close to your clanmates!" She called, leaping down.
Mottlestar is calling for Thunderclan to leave!
Murkyripple had disappeared following Shrikestar's announcements! Egretswoop and Mistwalker have left with Riverclan!
Burningwing wasn't the only StarClan cat filled with wrath. A similarly gingered pelt - though much more faded than the previous - hurled down from StarClan behind him. He paced behind the warrior, a snarl on his lips. He may have messed up in life, but not this bad. Not with this many deaths on his paws. When Burningwing disapeared, he stepped forward. He had spent... Moons... Containing his venomous words and hiding the seething rage he felt. Now it was unleashed.
"Nightstar, you disgusting piece of decayed Thunderpath flesh. I too, recant my life from you. You are the most worthless leader ShadowClan has seen. You will rot in the Dark Forest as long as I exist in StarClan. You are nothing more than an egotistical rogue. Your medicine cat has been right - and now your deputy sees the dung you are too now."
Lunging forward, Nettlesting gripped Nightstar's neck in his starry maw, thrashing around and pulling out the life he gave. Spitting in pure fury, he swiped the leader's face with starry claws before spitting on him and disappearing into the ball of light like Burningwing.
When Nightstar awoke amongst the stars, there was nothing welcoming about it. The air itself seemed electric similar to what had just happened- what HAD happened though? Nightstar's memories were hazy, uncertain, as he tried to recall the moments before that had brought him to Starclans starry fields. Thankfully, Mistyfalcon wasted no time to let him know what had happened, but the hospitality was short-lived. Figures.
A large paw pressed into the fresh crackly wound where he had been struck, granting a wince from the leader. Mistyfalcon launched into a lecture, one that he sorely heard as a kit, unleashing his ire upon his child like he typically did. His father thought that Nightstar was sorely to blame? Was this not the tom that raised him? Did he himself not know to self-reflect and that Nightstar was at least a carbon copy of his likeness? He continued to drag his faults, the choices he made only for Shadowclans's best interest, the kits he didn't know about. Who raised him at all Mistyfalcon? Murkystar was gone and absent after kithood, Burningwing saw him attacked on his first outing, Froststar belittled him and saw everything wrong with him until he made him deputy and died before he was taught anything. No- Mistyfalcon didn't see that they were all truly to blame. Nightstar was innocent in the situation he was tossed into time and time again.
The paw finally released him, and with a disappointed shake, Mistyfalcon left the clearing. He snarled his teeth at him. Only ever proud of him when he was perfect. Some parent.
Froststar was quick to take his place, but while his tone was hard and cold he was much gentler than his father had been. Asking for herbs to treat the remaining wounded and to refill what was absent from the burials in exchange for a warrior's life should have been a no-brainer, it was not just his own pride that had cost. It was a light request compared to what he could have asked of them, herbs regrew and it was Green-leaf. Besides, did Froststar really think that Windclan would be the only clan to consult on when needing herbs? Medicine cats still existed, they went above the politics and the borders, he had options.
With the moment of silence as Froststar left, something important niggled at the back of his head, he just lost two lives hadn't he?
Loudnose was next, and Nightstar couldn't find that familiar dredge of anger he had easily mustered for Mistyfalcon and Froststar. But how could Windclan not deserve everything that had come to them? They caused everything to go wrong. Nightstar was fine with the alliance until it was their cats time and time again, crossing borders and attacking his cats. THEY drove him to these lengths. He had gotten so angry hadn't he?
It was only Loudnose that could get him so soft so quick, the only brother of his that had to fault to him. He missed him.
Three.
Amberdawn approached him, anger, grief, and pity swirled within her gaze as she approached him. She didn't spare him the reprieve of her voice, of any kindness as she leveled him with a gaze of disappointment that only a mother could give. Nightstar continued to deflate, but as he mustered the energy to speak he was unable to. Ah- so Starclan didn't want him defending himself at all, did they? This was the quickest of the exchanges, as Amberdawn left as soon as the stars began to swirl overhead.
Four.
Burningwing was the next cat to grace him, immediately making fury and rage an understatement. Burningwing yowled and spat and repeated what every cat before him had naught but said. Burningwing himself seemed to be blind to everything that Nightstar had accomplished, even the little things. Still, he had no choice but to face his former mentor's ire and endure it, rendered mute by supposedly the stars themselves, and still feeling like his organs were alight from the lightning sent from the stars.
Five.
Nettlesting was next, much like the blazing fury that Burningwing was. Nettlesting was more to the point than Burningwing was, who had gone on a melodramatic rant, and yelled his fury. Nettlesting however went for the throat, and it was not something that Nightstar was really ever expecting. Nightstar was choking on ichor in mere moments, teeth biting into his neck before his own ichor-blood was spat back at him, and a slash of the claws he was certain was going to leave a mark even on his actual body.
Six.
Nightstar spat at the now once more absent Starclan fields. Rage simmering under his skin, but he was now alone with his thoughts and a silent realization.
That was all but one of his lives.
He wasn't Nightstar anymore.
He had really tempted fate huh?
Relief bubbled underneath the skin, humming warm like the rage and anger that had become his companion for the past few moons. The star-lit fields started to fade, and a horrible ache and a fiery sting grew in intensity.
Nightstalker awoke in the clearing, his back feeling like he was crushed under a tree once more, and perhaps it wasn't far off with the lightning strike exasperating old wounds. New but healed scars adorned his face, from ear to chin, diagonal. Shrikestar was gone, as well was practically every cat that had attended the gathering, but a few Shadowclan cats seemed to remain. He bet they just stayed to take their turn yelling at him. Nonetheless, he was no longer their leader it seemed, so he could yell back for all he cared.
He was just Nightstalker again. Relief.
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Nightstalker Tier 5 Warrior of Shadowclan 70 HP / 160 SP
"Good. You're awake," Leopardsun nodded once to Nightstar, letting some small hint of relief show. She didn't need to drag a despondent corpse back to the marsh, especially not after just how poorly the night had gone. "I didn't want to leave you here- despite my better judgment."
Without sparing him another glance, she swallowed the rest of the words she wanted to say. The rest of the Clans had already left, it seemed, leaving ShadowClan alone in the clearing- but this wasn't the place to have this conversation.
"ShadowClan, we're going home! We have much to discuss, but this is not the place."
