Island Clans Short Stories

Greystar's Fall

Greystar glared from across the clearing, her dark amber eyes glaring into freezing cold icy blue ones.

"Icystar, I'm giving you one last chance to give up your territory to Juniperclan, or prepare to feel claws meet flesh." she hissed in a low acidlike tone."

Despite the threats, the snow-white leader stood her ground. Just staring into the raging eyes of her previous clanmate. How did she let this once kind and sweet cat turn into a twisted power-hungry monster? She did not speak, only stared with eyes that conveyed her message perfectly.

"Fine then. Have it your way." Greystar mewed, grinning widely. "Juniperclan, attack!"

With those words, a hoard of cats came barreling towards Wolfclan's warriors, blood already staining itself on the grass. Greystar took it upon herself to attack Icystar, hissing and spitting with absolute fury. She was blinded with pure rage, to the point where it was almost impossible for Icystar to land a hit on her.

The slim grey she seemed to slip just out of reach every time Icystar attempted to attack, and she managed to land a bite or scratch on the snowy white leader every time.

Being so blinded by rage, Greystar didn't notice the gold and cream coloured cat sneaking up beside her with bloodthirsty intent. Goldentail dashed forward, crashing into Greystar with so much force it knocked the wind out of her. Using this window of opportunity, Goldentail wasted no time sinking her teeth into her throat.

Greystar gasped, desperately trying to pull the air back into her lungs. She knew she only had one chance- her clan wasn't even really real. And Starclan hadn't given her any lives. But she did her very best to cling to the life that was slipping from her paws.

"N-no.." was all she could manage to gasp out, as she stared up at Icystar and Goldentail. Cats around them were still fighting, not realizing that Greystar was struggling to keep her eyes open. Everything was fading in and out, and she saw glimpses of Starclan.

But those slight visions faded away into something darker. She felt her soul being dragged into the ground, into the Dark Forest.

Icystar started at Greystar as the life in her eyes disappeared into sheer emptiness. She almost felt bad. Greystar wasn't always like this, in fact she longed for the days when the slim grey cat was the sweetest medicine cat in the world.

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The death of Greypaw's mentor at such an early stage of her apprenticeship took quite a heavy toll on her. To the point where she was unsure if she could continue her duties. But, it wasn't like she had much of a choice. Being forced to become Greypatch at only 7 moons, and not having the experience she needed put so much stress on her.

Even still, she treated all her clanmates with so much kindness that nobody could ever tell that she was struggling. Which was exactly the problem. The only cat she ever really confided in was Icywings, but eventually as anyone would, Greypatch snapped.

After an unsuccessful kitting, the mother and kittens both dying due to her lack of experience, she flew into an angry rage, cursing Starclan for taking her mentor before she was ready. She murdered the deputy by slipping deathberries into his food. She was found out, and exiled.

Being mentally unstable, she became the self-acclaimed leader of Juniperclan. She recruited rogues, loners, and even kittypets. Though it wasn't much, they were fierce fighters, and were anxious to taste blood. They started to steal prey and territory from Wolfclan, which of course angered the new leader Icystar. But she was reluctant to fight. She knew what Greystar had been through.

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Soon, it came down to this. A bloody battle between them. Greystar, now dead was drawing attention, and the fighting ceased. Icystar turned to who she knew to be the deputy.

"Tundra." She addressed the brown tabby she-cat. "Take your clan and go."

Tundra nodded, calling back the remaining cats. They all retreated, the sun setting on the hill they returned to. Icystar stood, not sure if she was glad or upset. It was so quite now, and she watched as a group of cats picked up Greystar still twitching body and walked off.

"What will you do now?" Goldentail asked, tail swishing. Icystar sighed.

"Hope for peace. Starclan have mercy on them."