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The mist had unsettled Howlingstar from the moment it appeared. StarClan's hunting grounds had always been boundless, open, bathed in eternal twilight…never had there been something so unnatural, so wrong as that wall of fog. It was as if the stars themselves had recoiled from it, refusing to...

The stars had been waiting for them. Howlingstar had felt it the moment their fates were sealed, the ripple in the fabric of StarClan, the call to guide two souls home. She had known loss well in life, and she knew it still in death, but that did not make it any easier. She had watched...

Howlingstar stands in the soft glow of StarClan's hunting grounds, her fern-green eyes calm yet brimming with concern as she watches Flamestar approach. Her star-glittered pelt shimmers faintly as she takes another step forward to meet the deputy she’d had in life. When her successor speaks, her...

One by one, those she cared for in one way or another in life traveled forward to meet her fire-pelted deputy. One by one, they granted her a gift only few in this life would receive. Her emerald gaze follows her first deputy as he greets his mate, then the lead warrior who served on her council...

The stars haven't been so lonely. No, not really at all. SHe has her family up here. She has old friends she hasn't seen in moons, so many cats to catch up with. IN fact, it's been quite lovely. But she can't be happy. Not when she looks down and sees what has become of her clan. The tyrant that...

The hope and courage in her eyes melts, fear and surprise now glimmering in green depths as her grandson lunges for her. A gasp escapes her as fangs sink into her throat. Her windpipe is crushed, and she is left dangling from his maw for a few heartbeats as paws weakly swipe but gain no...

She watches him with narrowing eyes as he pads closer. She flicks her tail for her council to step back from the rock. If he wants to talk face to face, fine. She will talk face to face. Howlingstar takes a step closer to the edge of the rock as her grandson spews his lies. Her ears flatten, the...

She looks to the herbs that the medicine cat pushes towards her. A few green, hairy stems; at least they don't smell too bad. Drawing in a breath, she leans down to snap them up in her jaws, preparing herself for the usual bitter herbs. But these don't taste too bad, and she's able to swallow...

The camp has been on high alert. Everyone is on edge after the news of what their clanmates had done, at what Skyclaw had done. After Gentlestorm had checked her over, she’d summoned her council to the Highrock so she could speak with them. As her lead warriors surround the base of the rock...

The leader continues to gulp in breaths of air as her former apprentice presses into her side. She welcomes the support, weakly pressing her temple against Antlerbreeze's skull as she looks to Flamewhisker. Safe now. Is she? Is anyone here safe? How many more trusted clanmates have been keeping...

She sits in the center of her medicine cat's den, walls that once held her son now houses only a dear friend. She watches with tired eyes as Gentlestorm rummages through his herbs, her shoulders shaking gently with a slight chill from the water. Her eyes trail over his working paws before they...

// takes place directly after this thread Skyclaw, Yewflame, Sproutpaw, and Wrathpaw are not in camp. Her fur no longer drips, but it is still uncomfortably wet, clinging to her plump form as she runs as fast as she can for camp. Her pants run ragged from her throat as she recalls everything...

Howlingstar watches her deputy process the information, knowing the weight of this conversation is heavy. She is relieved that she seems to take it well and that draws a small smile to her face. "You joined the right clan all those seasons ago," She mews softly, playfully. She still remembers...

As Lakemoon's pawsteps disappear from the forest sounds, the rustling before her grows. A golden eye is the first thing she sees, and the rest of the scarred and marred body follows. Fallowbite. Her name is growled from the brand new warrior's maw and Howlingstar tenses. It has been hanging out...

The metallic tang of blood in the air causes her fur to bristle, her tail lifting to alert the patrol. Her maw parts to say something but before she can, Fallowpaw emerges from the undergrowth, blood-soaked and hollow-looking. Her eyes round with alarm, her heart sinking. It couldn't have gone...