LOVE AND WAR || Warriors RP [CLOSED]

S E Q U O I A C L A N [ MOON ONE ]

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Darkness unfolded as light appeared, painting the sky the first colors of daylight. Watercolors bleed into each other. The rosemary pinks bled into the apricot oranges, which faded into the blood red, which gave way to a misty purple and a lingering navy blue. A few stars lingered in the corners of the sky-like canvas, and Eveningstar sat outside of his den, observing it all from the sidelines.

The clan has prospered. There were less apprentices here than the smaller DawnClan, but the next generation were into growing strong and loyal warriors, bound to a flawless code and ideologies, unlike DawnClan. They were as nutty as hare in a trap, but he mustn't think so poorly of them. They were StarClan founded, just as SequoiaClan was. The only untrue clan lingered at their western border, their stench of fraud wafting into the ancient SequoiaClan grounds. Their stink made the fur on the back of his neck rise.

They said StarClan accepted them. Eveningstar didn't believe a word of it. After all, StarClan branded the moon into his fur. He had a special bond with them that made him automatically the most qualified to vouch for them. This wasn't arrogance or delusion like NightClan, these were pure, unaltered facts. Songbird trained him for this his entire life, and if Spottedfire wished to hate him because he followed his destiny, then so be it. Her jealousy mattered little in the grand scheme of things.

Of course, many cats refused to believe in his destiny. Leadership was not his birthright, they mocked. Certainly he'd admit he's had to do some heinous things to get to the top, he glanced down at his claws, which glittered in the brief sunlight. However, Eveningstar only brought justice to those that wished to stop him from claiming what was rightfully his to begin with.

The broad tom finally stood and padded towards the warriors den. He nudged his deputy awake with his nose. "Emberflight," he whispered in his usual authorities baritone, "Please arrange the dawn patrols. And make sure to swap the old guards with new ones along the NightClan border."

NightClan wanted SequoiaClan to move the borderline so they might have more territory. They whined about having the least amount of space, that they were dying out - Eveningstar failed to see where the problem began and the good fortune stopped. But he lied through his teeth and promised to think it over. These ancient territories would not be moved to make room for a band of rogues that did not belong in the forest. StarClan was weeding them out; who was he to interfere but a mere messenger of their dastardly fate?