" malice shall corrupt reality,
and turn blood on blood
for a rotting wait of revenge "
There is the Star Realm, a place for cats who have served out of pure loyalty and benevolence, and the Dark Realm, a resting place for those who served out of t...
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With night approaching, the sun began to sink below the distant hills of the horizon. A cool breeze roamed through the lands and stimulated the trees branches to swivel in response. Shadows stretched and crafted immense towers of darkness suffocating the surface. Crickets began to play their melodies softly, others following along to the tune. The earth appeared honey-soaked, especially against the rolling hills of the moor on the other side of the border.
The sky grew dimmer but vivid rays dispersed from the horizon. Clouds began to fade in thin air and the moon started to reveal itself in the sky. Shadows loomed over the cats gathered at the border who stared up towards the night sky, their ears perked and their eyes locked onto the sighting. It was as if they were awaiting something, maybe even a sign from the Star Realm that they were safe. Safe from the clutches of their changed leader and safe from anymore grief.
Their hearts could only take so much sorrow. So much loss.
Lynxpaw lay with Hawkpaw and Fawnleap, the molly sharing tongues with her kin for what felt like the first time in moons. Her medicine cat duties usually kept her separated from them back in RidgeClan, but now the current events seemed to have driven them further apart. Now prone with her mother's tail drifting over her and her brother's gaze locked onto her, she still felt as if something was missing.
The spotted mollies ears perked towards the commotion a few foxlengths away. Nightfrost was speaking with a disheveled Redpaw, the apprentice's face shadowed over with grief and anger. Nightfrost had been speaking with the tom for a while, a stern expression hinted with a touch of sympathy held by the medicine cat. Lynxpaw could only hope though that he wasn't demanding for Redpaw to forgive her and refrain from blaming her for Foxpaw's death. Redpaw had the freedom to follow whatever he wished to, for Foxpaw was his sister in the end.
Her gaze skimmed back over to Hawkpaw and Fawnleap, her mother laying in between the both of them. Fawnleap's gaze was distant but fixated on the distant horizon in HeathClan's direction. Every cat was wondering when a patrol of theirs would come, for it had been a whole day without a single sighting or s whiff of a HeathClan patrol's scent. Lynxpaw's stomach boiled with concern. Did HeathClan have something terrible going on as well? After all, Galewhisker did inform her that something perilous was going to devastate both of the clans.
"It's nearly night time. Why hasn't HeathClan sent a patrol yet?" Hawkpaw suddenly spoke up into the silence.
Fawnleap's gaze scanned back over to them as Lynxpaw searched for a reply, nearly stumbling over her words as she began. "I don't know... but maybe they have something going on as well," Lynxpaw murmured.
"Last time I checked, Mousestar was fine. Their Clan was thriving. But then again... Cottonstar was fine," Fawnleap sighed in reply. "Lynxpaw could be right, as much as we don't want to believe it."
