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When Hollowstep awoke in a golden field, he knew where he was. The only unusual thing about it was that he wasn't dreaming this time. He had gotten up and looked around him, his stoic expression fit firmly in place as he listened to Shatteredstar.

"I don't suppose there may be any herbs in StarClan?" He asked drily as he walked towards the leader. "I am used to healing my Clan mates, rather than fighting in their wars, but... If I must fight," He turned his head towards the kits and queens that stood nearby. "Then I will fight to defend those of us who are unable to protect themselves." He returned his gaze to Shatteredstar. He suspected there may not be herbs that grew in a place where cats typically didn't need them, but if he could protect the kits in this war, then he could settle for as much.



Pineripple wasn't quite sure what to make of everything that was happening. She was in StarClan? There was going to be a war? Not just between RockClan or LightningClan, but between StarClan and... she wasn't sure if she caught the name of the other Clan they were fighting against. No, all Pineripple could hear in clarity was the sounds of her Clanmates crying. Pineripple puffed out her fur and looked for Froststrike, needing a friendly face. Only, as she walked through the cluster of her Clan mates, she noticed that he wasn't there. Silverstreak was, though, and she was in clear distress.

I'm a warrior now. I have to act like one. I can't give into my anxiety like that. She thought, though she wanted to curl up next to Silverstreak and weep next to her. I have to be strong for my Clan mates. She reminded herself and so she padded up to Silverstreak and brushed her tail against her fellow she-cat.

"Silverstreak?" She mewed. "This is all pretty weird, huh?" That was an understatement, but Pineripple couldn't think of anything else to say. "Let's stick together, okay?"



Softfeather hadn't been sleeping next to Greyleaf in a while, not since she noticed Badgerclaw sleeping with her. Not wanting to be an unwanted party, she was used to sleeping with her Clanmates rather than her family. Thus, waking up without seeing Greyleaf immediately wasn't immediately startling. The startling bit came with learning that she had woken up in StarClan, instead of LightningClan. That she was meant to fight against a war in order to protect the code she followed. That some of her own Clan mates hadn't been followers of StarClan for the beginning. Her pelt bristled.

She may not be the most adept fighter, but she would fight in this war. She didn't know what code that the others followed, but there were chances that it could harm her Clanmates and the lives that she loved so dearly. A pause... Greyleaf couldn't be one of the cats that she would have to fight, would she? No, Greyleaf was loyal to StarClan... wasn't she? A prickle of unease and doubt rippled through her.

"Greyleaf?" She began to call, making her way through the crowd. "Greyleaf, where-" She stopped short of another she-cat, nearly tripping over her. "Goldenleaf?" She dropped to the ground. "Goldenleaf, what's wrong?" She looked around. "Where are Waspkit and Lostkit?"




Leopardthroat, ever the go-getter, was ready to fight. He was going to uphold the Warrior Code and fight in the name of StarClan and, he hoped, impress Brightstar in the process!

"I'll fight in the name of StarClan to protect the Code!" He yowled from where he stood at the back. "Where do we start?"



Badgerclaw was, for his part, reacting fairly well to this whole situation. He wasn't bristling, his eyes weren't wide and he wasn't wailing on the floor. That wasn't to say that he wasn't scared, but he was able to hold his wits together. He was dedicated to the Code and he would fight in the battle as it was asked of him. He may not be as loud about it as Leopardthroat was, but he knew where his loyalties lay. His eyes scanned the area for his mate, Greyleaf. Among all the unusual kits, he and she still hadn't started a family of their own. Now, he was grateful for it. She would be hard-pressed to defend herself with a swollen belly. Still, for the future he desired to have with her, he would fight twice as hard all the same.

"Yes one of the cats here will lead." Honeystar repeated. She turned her eyes to the elder and twitched her ears a bit understanding how that might be confusing. "I am a cat of Forestclan. And so are they." She flicked her tail to the other cats watching who all had auras like Honeystar did. "You are all cats loyal to the Forestclan code, which means one day you will die, and this will be your new clan." She hoped that clarified that part. "Just as Starclan has the power to give lives to a chosen leader, we too can do the same." Honeystar explained and then blinked at the next question. "I once lead a clan long long ago before I died, I no longer lead but most here call me Honeystar out of respect for when I was a leader. There are many here who bare the name of a leader." She looked to the cats around her and some nodded. "There are many generations here, many leaders from times past among us are even deputies and medicine cats too." She hoped that answered his question.

Honeystar felt something on her paws and she looked down and her heart leaped at the kit looking for comfort. Honeystar started to purr a purr that was so happy and loud that everyone there would surely here it. "Oh hello little one!!" Honeystar said with a motherly tone. She stopped what she was doing for a moment to comfort the kitten. "Now who are you little one?" She asked curiously. She seemed more then happy to sit there and comfort Lostkit while still taking questions at the same time. She could multitask she got this!!

Autumnriver yawned a little as he stirred from his sleep. He didn't even remember falling asleep in the first place, but he was quite annoyed with all the voices waking him. He stretched his long body, extending his claws slightly as he did so. He knew something wasn't right. He wasn't near the den, nor did he recognize any of the smells wafing his nose. It took him a few moments to process that he wasn't home and there were new cats around... that glowed.

"What the... where am I?"he mumbled to himself. He krept closer to the group near Shatterstar, listening on what was being said. He did not wish to be in a war. Every cat had their right to believe in whatever they wanted. He sat, his tailtucking in front of his paws.

"I do not wish to fight," Autumnriver said quietly. He glanced over to the kits, sighing a little. He had no doubts the elder could fight and defend. "However, if i may, I would like to help defend the kits and the elders that can't fight. That is if Flinttuft would like the help?"

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The hurt in Flamedapples eyes was apparent but she did her best in that moment to hide it away from her beautiful and wonderful kits. "And I will tell you every day that I love you, forever and always my little ones." she purred as she licked both their heads, laying down with her front legs stretched out around the pair of them.

She laughed a bit at the mention of Owlkit and glanced around briefly. Worry struck her again when she didn't see the she cat and her three kittens. Were they in the same place as the others? In Forestclan? Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to what really mattered to her in this moment. Her children. "What's this about Owlkit, hmm?" she teased, gently poking both with her paws.

Bumblekit tilted his head and imitated his sisters laugh,further listening carefully to their words, committing each sound, pitch and tone to memory as best he could. "Euryday..... we play? Wif Ouwlkit!" he grinned, rearing up on his paws to first attack his moms face, then latch on to his sister. He bounced


In the back of her mind she wondered how this supposed war would go down. Hearing Flinttuft volunteer to watch the kittens made her purr a bit more. Glancing around she spotted the old tom and called out to him. "If you need help, I will stay to protect you and the kittens." she paused and glanced at Shatteredstar. "My heart is with Starclan, but I can't leave them." she gestured down to her little ones.






Rivermist glanced around at the fields before her and the Starclan cats come to speak to them, plead for their allegiance during a war to come. She cast her narrowed gaze towards the darkness where presumably Forestclan lay just beyond, threatening to encroach. Rivermist couldn't say for sure she felt for these other cats but she also couldn't help notice some of her own clanmates missing. Still... "Starclan has my claws as well!" Rivermist called out, keeping herself alert should something happen.

Hollyberry sat where she was when she had awoken here, listening to everything around her, eyes narrowed. She didn't say much, darker tipped tail curled around her paws. Frosty blue gaze noting who was here and who wasn't. Faces from both past and present mingling together. She heard several cry out in protest. Several raise questions. Several simply state their allegiance. Hollyberry remained silent, for now anyways. Neither denying nor com firming her will to fight just yet. She'd wait to see how this went down first.


Hawkpaw glanced around frantic. Just moments ago felt like victory for her, having been made apprentice and her journey to warrior soon to begin. But she hadn't even been given a mentor when sleep took over her and she found herself collapsing into the dirt.

Awaking, Hawkpaw rubbed the dirt and sleep from her eyes before glancing around. Where was she? Starclan? Had she died?? ALREADY? "I WASN'T READY YET!" she bounced to her paws and puffed herself up, looking around wildly before she realized something. "Where's Petalpaw???" she blinked again, rushing a bit to the fore front of the crowed. "Petalpaw?"

No answer.

"BROTHER??" she screeched.

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Shatteredstar blinked to the medicine cat. "Of course, though the herbs are slightly different and without more time i dont know if there will be time, so please do what you can!" She swished her tail and looked around. So mothers Med cat and elders could stay her attention was drawn to the Amber colored cat. He was asking to stay behind too?

She gave a comforting purr. "Autumnriver, You are a strong cat i could rely on out on a battle field, Of course no cat can force you to fight, But how better to protect the kits and elders than to meet the enemy head on and never let them get to the camp and to the kits?" She watched the tomcat for another moment and then nodded. "But as long as you will raise your claws to protect your clan and the beliefs you hold... Then here or there doesnt change your loyalty!" So he could stay if thats what he liked. She gave a nod to Flamedapple as well, mothers she wouldnt dream of dragging from their kits, afterall where would a mother fight more viciously? On a battle field or protecting their kits.

Shatteredstar stood though at Leopardthroats call. "Then we need to get organized! If you will fight for your beliefs then we will soon take on the enemy!" She waved her tail to start gathering the cats about.

Ravensnatch, while appreciative of Shatteredstar's answer, still found himself rubbing his face with a paw in frustration. So many cats jumping into the fray without asking questions. Some asking probably too many questions. Or perhaps not enough questions. A sense of urgency was beginning to prickle at his fur as he stepped away a moment to be with his thoughts. His ears flickered towards Shatteredstar's last call of prepping organization.

Spotting a familiar face, Ravensnatch managed a small smile as he padded over to join Needlewhisker, sitting down beside the she cat. While they hadn't been best of friends he did hold some fond memories of growing up as clanmates. Hunts held together, paw training. "It's a lot ter take in, isn't it." he huffed in his gruff voice, scraggled face for once seeming as aged as he was. Gently touching his tail tip to her shoulder, his golden gaze glanced over the warrior. "What do you make of all this, eh? Load of mouse dung? Or suppose we have a lot ter think abot when we get back." he half laughed, though with his tone sounded more like some strange sort of cough. A tongue darted briefly over his protruding lower fang.

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The mass of bodies yielded a lot of kitty faces, but none of them her daughter's. Could Pineripple be one of those that had not answered Starclan's call...? Needlewhisker's ears pressed harder to her head. No. Absolute nonsense. While one might argue that she hadn't been the best mother, she had certainly raised the kit with the right foundations. Her whelp was a Starclan cat, and that meant she was around here...somewhere. Green eyes blinked, owlish and a bit helpless. She wished only that she knew where. Doubtless, though, her warrior was doing what needed to be done. Needle had to trust that whatever Pine was up to, it would be time better spent that having her old mother fret over her needlessly.

The touch of another almost made her jump; Needle just barely managed to contain her surprise to a mere hitching of the fur beneath Ravensnatch's tail. Barely. A slow sigh was her initial answer to the older warrior, before pale green eyes met his gold. Needle half-chuckled at the thought that she probably wore a similar expression. He looked as weary - and perhaps as wary - as she felt. "Ah, it's all a bit of a mess, to be sure. We're supposed to be warriors of Starclan now, eh? Fight the good fight. Who wouldn't kill for this chance?"

That gaze swept out to the younger warriors. Seemed like she saw patches of Pineripple in every one. "To be young as they are! All scrap an' yowl, an' not a lick o' sense. Do you remember those days?" A chuckle that sounded more like a bark eased its way from her smirking maw. "But we don't even know why we're fighting here. And the worst of it - have you noticed the ones missing? There's faces I've not seen here. Lightningclan faces. Apprentices, I'd swear it, an' warriors too." Her brow furrowed. "It'd be one thing to fight clan-on-clan. But Jaggedstar and Brightstar're both here. Loyal Starclan cats both, I expect. But you're tellin' me our own aren't? Warriors we've fought beside, paws we've trained? They're to be our enemies?"

She was panting as she wound up, words flowing out in a breathless torrent. Needle hadn't realized how conflicted she was about this. Felt foolish, talking so much, but... "Doesn't seem right, that's all. Something rotten about it." That rasping tone dropped to a sheepish murmur, all its passion spent. Her tail, however, snaked around Raven's: silent thanks for the company in a strange and stressful time.

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Mentioned Pineripple again;

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Word-vomiting at Raven, apparently. So sorry!