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Halfsun couldn’t move. Not when the den erupted in chaos. Not when the heavy stench of blood clung to the air like fog. Not when Ternstar— her leader, their leader— staggered into the open, throat torn open, white fur slick and red. Not even when she collapsed. The world twisted sideways. She...

The moss hung heavy in Halfsun’s jaws, saturated with as much rain-water as she could squeeze from the half-drowned forest. It dripped steadily as she ducked into the medicine den, its familiar musty scent making her nose twitch. She paused only briefly at the entrance— just long enough to...

The vole she carried was damp with dew and small enough that her jaws barely noticed its weight. Still, Halfsun kept her hold tight as she padded toward the nursery, tail flicking once behind her. Fourtrees had yielded little, but prey was prey, and ShadowClan was starving. StarClan would...

The wind howled through the trees like it was a living thing, tugging at Halfsun's fur with invisible claws. It whipped through the marsh in ragged, moaning gusts, flattening reeds and sending the last brittle leaves of leaf-fall spiraling through the air. Even the shadows felt restless...

Halfsun hadn’t meant to come this far. The patrol wasn’t hers to follow, not really. But when she caught the acidic tang of blood on the wind, twined with the sharpness of Swansong’s scent, something in her legs had carried her forward before she could think to stop them. And now, here they...

Halfsun hadn’t expected a kitten-shaped missile to rocket out of the nursery that morning—nor had she expected it to collide squarely with her leg. Her head jerked down instinctively, ears twitching at the loud, enthusiastic “HELLOOOOO” that had come just moments before impact. The force of the...

The Thunderpath stretched between them like a dark, gaping wound, its stench thick and cloying. Halfsun narrowed her eyes as she caught sight of the ThunderClan patrol across the way. Stormywing's voice was unmistakable, her arrogant tone cutting through the din of distant monsters. Halfsun's...

Her ears twitched as Marbleleaf spoke, her gaze drifting to the tattered bedding strewn across the den. It smelled of sickness, sharp and sour, clawing at her throat like a bitter wind. The warrior wasn’t used to the confines of the medicine den, to the cloying heaviness of mingled herbs and...

Halfsun's gaze narrowed, suspicion flickering beneath her otherwise calm expression. She wasn't blind to the way Swansong swayed, her limbs trembling as if the earth itself sought to pull her down. But Halfsun kept her mouth shut, her teeth locked behind her lips. What was she supposed to say...

The air at Fourtrees felt wrong. Cold and sharp, even beneath the dappled sunlight filtering through the oak leaves. Halfsun's paws sank into the rich, undisturbed soil as she led her patrol into the clearing. The scent of the place was cleaner, purer, than anything ShadowClan had to offer. And...

Her ears twitched as Bouncepaw spoke, her apprentice’s enthusiasm slowly surfacing through the sleepy fog. It was hard not to feel a flicker of pride at the young cat’s determination, even if it was tinged with a hint of defensiveness. Despite the early hour, Bouncepaw’s energy was already...

The sun had barely begun to rise, its pale light creeping sluggishly through the twisted branches that surrounded ShadowClan's camp. The air was cool, clinging to Halfsun's fur with the damp chill of early morning. She stood just outside the apprentices' den, her posture tall and steady, though...

Halfsun’s heart pounded so hard she swore every cat in camp could hear it. Ternstar had called her name—her name—to take on an apprentice. Her. A mentor. She hadn’t expected it. Not now, not with ShadowClan in such a fractured state, sickness clawing at their bellies and desperation twisting...

Halfsun’s ears flicked at the sound of pawsteps approaching, her gaze snapping toward the sound like a hawk catching movement in the grass. Her shoulders were tight, her fur prickling in a way she couldn’t quite shake. It felt like every nerve in her body had been strung taut lately, stretched...

The camp was quiet. The sort of quiet that felt heavy, pressing against Halfsun’s fur like the weight of too many unsaid things. The memory of Ashenfall’s sudden departure still clung to the air, fresh and bitter, like an old wound split open anew. She’d heard the whispers, the pitying glances...