SixClans

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Let Me Hear Your Battlecry Tonight!

The air was thick. Thick with fog that seemed to have no end. The darkness swarmed from all directions, mingling with the clouds that governed the ground this night. And high up in the sky, where the stars were hardly visible, the moon gleamed through the mass of gray. In all it’s entirety it seemed as though it was frowning. Mother moon. Without tears to shed. Down on the edge of RiverClan territory, slipping around the lake with an increasing speed; ShadowClan droned in unity. Their paws drummed the ground like bees. That was the only sound that could be heard, besides the whistle of the wind as it shook the trees in the distant ThunderClan turf. “We’re late. I’m certain of it.” A gray tabby warrior growled, his tone brooding with his own caution of what was to come to them when they reached the Gathering. A flash of hostility broke across a she-cats expression, but it was gone as soon as it has spread. “There’s no reason to repeat the confirmation.” Copper-rose hissed through clenched teeth, without waiting for Stingrays reply she flanked her father on the left. Her stripes more vivid against the pale moonlight that was breaking through it’s hold of slate. The gray tom lowered his teart guard, and continued in haste. When the Clan reached the ravine just before the log bridge, Smallstar waved his tail to halt the cats who trailed behind him. I couldn’t see what was going on, but I could sense their movements. And while Blizzard pressed her side to me, in guidance. I stopped, too. The fresh hints of WindClan, ThunderClan and RiverClan could be tasted in the air. And it only took Smallstar a heartbeat to realize as well. He headed down, and ShadowClan followed. There was a few cats who shied away when the clearing was filled with only four of the six Clans. Where was SkyClan and MistClan? They seemed absent right about now. That soon changed. Smallstar leaped up onto the large oak, his muscles rippling down along his coat without signs of struggle. He was getting older, but apparently, nothing had changed with his stamina. “Greetings Skystar, Bearstar, Blazingstar, Sparrowstar, and Rainstar. I hope the prey is running better than with us.” He meowed, obviously trying to keep a hold on his temper. Which was usual. Especially after the big battle, which was way before I was born. The other leaders murmured in reply. And I could tell their enthusiasm wasn’t any better than Smallstar’s. The gathering shot off the moment MistClan entered. There had been enough delays as is. “Hey there, Jaypaw!” A rogue, husky sound gripped my attention and I immediately turned in the direction of who had called my name. And a welcoming greeting. It was Deadpaw. The RiverClan Medicine cat apprentice. He was blind too. Which, really wasn’t so surprising. I wanted to pay closer attention to what the leaders were saying, but loud mouth had to say something himself. I flicked my ear to acknowledge his silent plea for words. “Hurry up.” I mumbled irritably. Well, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. At the contemplation of my favorite quote, I grinned. “Oh. Well .. Mouse dung. I’ll just chat with you later, Mr. Grumpypaw.” He snorted, and the wind that stirred my coat, It made me believe he had lashed his tail. Before he departed. Skystar was just explaining on about how RiverClan was. Not very interesting, though when she came to the part where Tigerscream, their Medicine cat, had had a dream from StarClan. The she-cat flicked her tail for the russet tom to speak about what their ancestors had shown him. Too bad I‘d missed half of it. I was just on the good section. “. . . I saw the lake, and Two legs were running around it, as though it were just a puddle. They dropped a large square, it was brownish and when the rain came down it grew soggy. And from inside of it, was a black shadow who broke out from where he was, when the night came. And he drifted to mingle with the darkness, of the night. As though he were riding the shadows. The wave split, and it turned the moon black. And they said ‘When the moon turns black, the unwanted and forgotten will take what does not belong to them’.” He ended, though he had heeded what he said with such fierceness. His already deep voice seemed like rock bottom, and parched. I wanted to give my opinion, but before I even had a chance to part my jaws my vision came. Like a burning inferno, it ran through my veins like lava. I shuddered, and stepped up involuntarily. There was fire. And cats screamed with rage, and pain. I could see swarms of cats, all fighting. Some were familiar, and some were strangers to me. I had never smelled them before, or seen them, not even in any of my dreams. By the tang of the pines, I had a sickening feeling we weren’t far from ShadowClan territory. More so closer to MistClan’s. The white oak confirmed it. My mother and father were in the fight, and so was my aunt, my uncles and all of ShadowClan. ThunderClan, RiverClan. . .WindClan, and MistClan. All six Clans were allied. Against their foes. The ominous words rang in the air and everything went black. ‘When crimson liquid splattered against bright green, all hope is lost.’. What was going on? I blinked, hoping that the vision would continue and StarClan would give me just a little more information but it was clear that they weren’t going to. As usual. The clearing was silent, and I realized everyone had their focus on me. “StarClan have spoken to me.” I meowed, and my strong voice echoed in the air.

Our darkest hour was upon us. And I was sure, that this time. . .we would not recover.

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