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Starclan had to know, they had to feel the damage they had done. "You will stop interfering with our lives. WE ARE NOT YOUR PLAYTHINGS!" This starclan cat had probably never done a thing to either clan. That rage really should be directed towards the Starclan leaders. But after she got through with them, maybe this one will survive to remember her words.


Shadowsong: 69bp
Starclan #6: 9

The cat Cedarfang was fighting vanished upon their hit.

The starclan cat reared back and launched an attack. No messages, fight for what is right. thats all that was on the cats mind!

Shadowsong: 69bp
Starclan #6: 7

They felt it, could have been a bit harder but the way she tanked attacks, each little hit was adding up.

Shadowsong: 62bp
Starclan #6: 5

Brightstar took a look around the area, Shatteredstar was locked in battle with direstar. It looked deadly, both cats couldnt seem to make a move out of step without taking damage from the other.

Her eyes went over the cats around her. Looking over the wounded. both forest and starclan alike.

Brightstar 22.5
Sootpelt 23.5
Ravensnatch 30.8
Needlewhisker 11.8
Hollyberry 12
Firewater 13
Timberfall 38
Petalpaw 2
Barkfang 4
Cedarfang 3
Wildstripe 13
Shadowsong: 62bp
Bouldertuft: 13
Woodsmoke: 14
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Fowlfoot 39
Random Starclan # 3: 10
Starclan 6: 7
Starclan 7: 20
Starclan 8: 20


She noticed that all the Forestclan leaders had fled aside from Direstar, but the non leaders were still fighting, never giving way.

Forestcat 3: 20
Forestcat 6: 20

She frowned. Something felt wrong. Was this too easy a win for Starclan? Her pelt tickled as she peered about.

(Basically just marking a place here with damage counts.)

Shadowsong shook off the attack, she hardly felt that one. That was fine, this 'conversation' was far from over. When this is done the Starclan will leave the living alone--forever.

Shadowsong: 59bp
Starclan #6: 5

FORESTCLAN

At the call to arms, Copperspark stood and gave Honeystar a respectful nod. While I feel more spry than I have in seasons, I fear I would only slow you all down. I will remain here with the mothers and kits in case the line breaks." Before turning to go, he aimed a brief look at the younger Wildstripe. "Be careful out there, kid."

With that, he turned from the departing warriors and to those staying behind for safety. Honeystar had given him much to think about. His line of questioning may have seemed strange, but he had learned much from her responses. Former clan leaders and warriors, honored here in the afterlife for their achievements previously. Forestclan did sound much like Starclan...and yet, the differences...

With a sigh, the Elder found himself near a young queen and her kits. Settling on his haunches, he attempted to make conversation; whether it was to put the mother and her kits at ease, or himself, was unclear. "I suppose we should all get to know one another if we're to be here for a bit. I'm Copperspark. Might I ask for your names?"



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Wildstripe had only a moment to consider the Elder's comment (had that been...concern?) before being swept up in the procession. The energy from Honeystar and the other ForestClan warriors was contagious and it wasn't long until Wildstripe was running alongside just as eager for a scuffle.

Perhaps it hadn't all quite sunken in yet. He was being swept away by all this and it wasn't until Direstar's return did he take pause. The dark cats flanking the Forestclan leader were imposing and Wildstripe's eyes widened slightly.
What sorts of warriors...?

There wasn't room to pause for long as the race continued, cats darting through the shadows of the forest as the area slowly lightened before they emerged onto a warm golden field. They were upon their foes like a flash, Direstar darting well into the ranks as if on a mission. Wildstripe lost sight of him for a moment, but caught him again in time to see the fall of Jaggedstar.

He was shaken. The Rockclan leader's form vanished; the sight reminding Wildstripe this was no ordinary battle. There was no body left behind, this was a battle with spirits....but they could still die, leaving no body behind...

He had let himself get distracted for too long on the battlefield. A sharp pain and a sudden weight between his shoulders caused him to yowl. He staggered as his attacker kicked off to land nearby and he whirled, low to the ground to confront--

"...Cindergaze?"

He had been ready to fight. To show what he was capable of. To make his kin proud to call him a brother. But, when suddenly faced with a clanmate, he hesitated. Only for a moment, then survival instinct kicked in. He wasn't attacking, he hadn't started this, but he had to defend himself. Ears flattened in kind, he tried to gear himself up for an attack he didn't really want to make.

Cindergaze: 19
Wildstripe: 13

Forestclan

Hardly a fan of Barkfang, the shecat was still clan. The Starclan cat she was fighting showed prowess. Fowlfoot had the build and movement of a cat who knew his way around the battlefield. That made him the perfect target.

Running at him with pure rage, her seething hatred for all the damage done by his kind didn't even come with words. No warning just an attack right to his side.

Shadowsong: 59bp
Fowlfoot 39