Refugestar snarled, lashing his tail at Gazeglance. "Abandon our ancestors? For what reason? None!" Gazeglance, his deputy, looked back at him calmly. She didn't say anything for a few minutes before straightening herself and taking a step forward. This had been going on for years. Ever since he had become leader and appointed Gazeglance, their luck always seemed to be for worse than better. Dyedsight had interpreted many prophecies in the past few seasons, but all of them had brought them suffering. He had ignored Gazeglance's pleas to stop listening to StarClan, and now, she wanted to abandon them? Absurd!
"They have brought us nothing but pain and agony. Their prophecies? Lies. Their chosen ones? They had no souls. They have done nothing except to give us false information and make us worship them as if they were the greatest cats ever in history," Gazeglance hissed. Refugestar took a step back, shocked at her words. How could she possibly think like that? Shaking his head, he closed his eyes, thinking about this. Maybe he could convince her. StarClan was worth staying for!
"Look. What about the good? StarClan showed us which cats weren't meant to be trusted, right? And everyone makes mistakes," Refugestar replied, his voice pleading, almost. Gazeglance narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Then, she suddenly snarled and pinned him down, her claws sinking into his pelt. Refugestar yelped in shock and pain.
"And at what cost? Lives. Cats died. Is this what we are? Just made for entertainment for our bored ancestors? We have to suffer because of their so-called mistakes?" Gazeglance growled, adding more pressure and drawing blood. Refugestar yelped, earning a meow of worry from his clan. Instinctively, he briefly glanced over to his clanmates, before returning his attention back to his deputy. "Are you even listening to me? Stop looking at them. They mean nothing. At least-" Gazeglance laughed, stopping her sentence briefly. "At least not to StarClan." Her voice grew cold as she finished. Refugestar gasped, returning his attention back to her and clawing feebly.
"No. Our clan may have suffered, but StarClan means best," Refugestar coughed, shaking his head stiffly in disbelief. Gazeglance scoffed, shaking her head.
"Oh, really? Then why don't you ask StarClan that?" she purred. Refugestar shot her a confused glance, but before he could say anything, a searing agony coursed through his throat. It took him a moment to realize what she had done. "StarClan didn't even give you your nine lives, did they?" Refugestar opened his mouth to try to say something, but only blood spilled from his jaw. He saw his clan yowl in horror, and within moments many of them were facing each other, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. His vision was darkening, black blotches popping up everywhere. He turned to look at Gazeglance once again. She snarled and dig her claws deeper, and then his world was gone.
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Crumbling Without The Stars
Non-FictionA clan has split apart. They are left without the stars, but not because they have been abandoned, but because they turned their backs. Some think that leaving the stars would solve the problems. Some think that it wouldn't. However, there's more to...
