" 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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One moon had passed since the former RidgeClanners were forced from the safe confines of HeathClan's camp. Their tired, worn paws were dragged across the rugged earth once again, Leafdance and Nightfrost leading them outside of Clan territory and into the unknown. The younger complained while the older pondered, but they all felt the exact same terror about the situation. Would they ever have a true, safe home again?
Eventually they wandered across an abandoned Twoleg den that appeared weathered and destructed. The wooden walls were ripped open and moss and loose tree branches clung to the roof and the sides. A fallen tree broke the structure in half but despite all the damage it was their only shield from rain and harsh winds. While Nightfrost was wary about the shelter, Leafdance insisted it would be the only decently safe place they would find for moons of searching and eventually all of the others agreed.
Now Lynxpaw was restricted to sorting herbs and resting in a small corner of the structure. The walls of her so-called den were burdened with holes and ripped bark, but it was a somewhat desolate escape from the conversations stirring outside. Leafdance and Nightfrost constantly bickered over what to do next. Daisytuft proposed ideas of gaining HeathClan's trust again and Pebblestep urged to fight back against Cottonstar. Every cat seemed to be a part of the conversation but Lynxpaw, who instead peered out of the corner of her eyes as she sorted herbs into neat, organised piles.
Her input would be an earfull in her opinion. She could not help but blame the Star Realm for the disasters they were facing. Lynxpaw knew they would eventually have to do something if they wanted to save the Clans. HeathClan was already shrouded by a darkness Mousestar was blind to and now Lynxpaw and a few homeless, former RidgeClanners were the only ones left without darkness clinging to their ranks.
Instead of speaking up, she merely sighed and watched as the days slinked on by. The night sky was freckled with faint outlines of stars and Lynxpaw could only stare through narrowed eyes. Why was the Star Realm so hesitant on gifting her answers? If the danger towering over the Clans was their fault, why were they not fighting to banish it? The questions left her wide awake at night and fighting to stay awake during the day.
Now as the sun rose in the distance, Lynxpaw stepped outside her residence and examined her Clanmates. Leafdance had left earlier to finally aid Mottledpaw in her Warrior assignment, something the calico had been pleading for since their arrival in HeathClan. Redpaw and Hawkpaw had gone hunting with Fawnleap, leaving Flareheart and Pebblestep watching over the camp. Nightfrost was presumably hiding away and speaking with Daisytuft again, an event that shocked and annoyed Lynxpaw.
"Lynxpaw!"
The medicine cat apprentice's ears moved forward as her gaze traveled over to the source of the voice. Featherkit was approaching her, Thicketkit mewing after her as the tom was groomed by his mother a few foxlengths away. Lynxpaw blinked as Featherkit halted before her, a flower held between her teeth with pale, pink petals.
