Redleaves

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I walk alone.
Slowly.
It's been so many years.
I can hardly remember the last time.
The last time I heard something.
So many things.
Forgotten.
Like StarClan.
DawnClan.
DayClan.
DuskClan.
And the noble DimClan.
DimClan.
My home.

Memories flood back.
I remember when Foxpaw caught a snake.
I remember when Tinykit got lost.
Whiterain found him.
Quailcall was overjoyed.
I remember when Yewstar told me stories.
Stories of the great Fallenstar.
The first cat to die.
He created StarClan.
And we all went there when we died.

But now it was all wrong.
I remember when Ferretpaw didn't come back.
He got lost on the dawn patrol.
Whiterain and Goldentuft went to find him.
They found him.
Lying still.
Mangled.
Half in the water.
Eyes open.
Mouth in a silent scream.

That night.
Yewstar had the dream.
The Deities.
They were coming.
They would save us.
But from what?
From our beliefs.
They had their own.
Their own gods, as Fallenstar said.
And ours were wrong.

We couldn't find Silvereyes the next day.
And then we did.
At sunhigh.
The patrol found her.
Hanging.
Broken.
From a low tree.

We were scared.
What if they were doing this to us.
What if it was the Deities.
We had to be prepared.

But we weren't.

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