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I do not deserve this. Life had been paid for with life, the scales of justice tipped back to their equilibrium with the weight of Nightpaw’s blood… That was what StarClan would say, right? That it was ok an innocent boy had died because it meant his own wrongs had been righted? Claws...

I declare Scorchstorm my Deputy. You are my kin. It was a hellfire that burned his blood and turned his thoughts blacker than the day his mother died. Knowing that he could not prevent it, knowing that his achievements meant nothing, knowing that he had become a victim of nepotism and deceit...

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'My friend, you know we can never be equals.' His piteous smile, once aimed towards the torment placed upon her by Scorchstar, now originated from Brackenscar's delusion, the fact that there was little he could do to make her anywhere near his level. He was a StarClanner staring down at...

Scorchstar's mouth moved, and his mother's words came out. Moons ago, he had predicted Scorchstorm's ascension, that despite all the scorn thrown Sootstar's way, no other cat WindClanner would allow someone that wasn't kin to become Deputy. Only, being right this time didn't bring any sort of...

Cottonsprig was an embarrassment to WindClan. To have one so close to the Stars debase themselves for the crow-picked carrion of the world was an insult that should have never been rewarded - yet once more, his sister had had forgiveness handed to her as easily as a breath. Yet, as he moved...

Lemon-green eyes squint at the darkness, feeling cold and uncomfortable things bop against his nose and ears every few seconds. He shivered each time the snow fell upon him, positively isolated within the camp, hearing naught but the whistle of wind and the whisper of his apprentice. A ripple...

Kittens were... awful. Of course, his own had been beacons of potential and hope, but the others were exceedingly untrained and wild, with parents that were seemingly too busy complaining about being parents instead of doing the job they were assigned to. He'd always been proud to be the...

Leafbare had well and truly begun. Beyond the blizzard, things had been peaceful, the weather had been as mild as one could expect and blood had not shed upon the snow as easily as it had done before. But it was cold, so cold that old scars screamed at him and any soft parts of his body felt...

He did not fear the borders between Dusk and Wind as he should. His largest adversary was nothing more than a memory, to the rest of DuskClan, he imagined he was a status symbol (one way or another). The son of their great leader who was denied a throne by deceit. Should he ever wish to reclaim...

"Unfortunately, he is lying. Thriftfeather has many stories, he just struggled to pick a favourite between the time he stole kittens and the time he followed a bully into exile." His contempt gaze struggled to find a target between the kitten he was talking to and the creature he was talking...

His head was one of the first to connect with the snow below, presuming that, if he hid from the monster, it would prefer to bite his sister instead of him. It hadn't been a beast he'd paid particular attention to before, then again, before monsters had followed the cardinal rule of staying up...

Patrols had been relatively normal for some time - too much time, Sootspot wagered. WindClan's leafbare had been a strong one yet too much of his head was occupied by how comforting mediocrity seemed to be to those around him. ThunderClan had become a friend, feuds with the other clans had...

Death hung in the air like a starved tick. Once Sootspot emerged close to the borders, it did not take long for him to find the source. Muddied paws carried him closer and closer to the Thunderpath and, as soon as lemon-green eyes settled upon a sunken, russet figure strewn across it, his...

WindClan had been kind to ThunderClan - had power been anywhere near the tomcat's grasp, he would not have offered charity to such a weak group. There was nothing gained by partnering with them, a new hunting ground did not benefit a clan whose bellies were full and, within the depths of his...