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”You really never do shut up,” A sneer sounds from behind the fallen emperor of the river, it’s deliverer wearing an audible smirk. She knows the tom will not have to turn his gaze to learn who is lurking behind him, he knows her voice well—even after all the moons that have passed since their...

Mocking cackles softly sound in the distance; mocking the two confused cats. The shadow stalks them both as if they were pieces of prey, an impossible sighting in this filthy land she’s learned to call home. She’s grown a bit too comfortable with the miserable atmosphere and the way time slips...

███████████████████████ ███████████████████████ Rank Gender Pronouns Leader Female She / Her Affiliations Current FormerDark Forest Resident WindClan Marsh Colony Biographical Information Age Created46 Moons at Death 06.08.2022 at 16 ☾ Names Marsh Colony LeaderSoot Sootstar Kin Mother...

Kitten tail curls eagerly and round eyes blink in awe. Tiny ears swerve to listen to her words and the StarClan cat grins, this kit would be perfect. So eager to listen, equipped with a young, empty mind with plenty of space for training. It would take moons to perfect her, but the ashen spirit...

Living cats only walked the afterlife in their dreams if deemed special by StarClan. Usually, these cats were medicine cats- sometimes destined leaders. Yet tonight, StarClan picks someone... ordinary. One who sleeps tucked away in the gorse bush that acted as WindClan's nursery. Black fur...

Sootstar's lips curl into a half-snarl-half-grin as she points her nose downward to look at her mate. His own crooked smile stretching across his face, even after three moons of existing in this god-awful place, she still finds adoration in her heart for him. Her flame of love had been lost on...

The ghoul’s wicked cackling echo across the vast woodland. Her tail sways happily off of the rotting branch she has perched herself upon, yellow-stained claws dig into the bark to keep balance. Her laughter was uncontrollable, her stomach began to ache as she struggled to take in a breath. It...

It’s dark. It’s cold. Shaggy breaths heave from her slit open throat, the wound that killed her frozen with a stubborn refusal to close. Mist pours out from her nose into the freezing air and green eyes blink rapidly as shock pummels her body. Vividly she watches her death play out over and...

An ice, cold pair of talons tear a gorge into her throat. She feels her own skin split, gushing blood warms her cold frail body. The taste of iron floods her mouth as she begins to choke and sputter on her own ichor. Sootstar wonders even she had anymore of StarClan’s blessings if they’d even be...

Instead of hitting her head Sootstar's jaw open wide and aim to clench down on the paw rushing toward her face. The impact initially meant for her skull rings against her teeth, if successful in her bite she did not let go easily. With enough squirming, Bluepool would manage to free a paw and...

Sootstar scoffs upon hearing her children be offered shelter from what was about to happen. Green eyes set ablaze she looks at them with a snarl, "No. They'll watch every second of whats to come! One final lesson I'll teach to my kits. Cottonfang if you're to win a war don't cower like a...

There was little hope left to be had, in her final moments Sootstar's self-delusions had subsided. An eerie sense of peace had washed over her in her time of solitude, prisoner in her own dark den. Whatever happened it would not be her end, this she truly believed. Still, as the viper slips...

At first she had suspected Bluefrost to be with Granitepelt or dead. Either of the later options would’ve been better than this. ”Did you? If you had tried you’d be with Granitepelt. If you had tried you’d be dead.” She hisses and shows her fangs, no warmth or pride shown in her eyes for her...

Sootstar scoffs, ”My cruelty? I did what was required to keep WindClan strong.” They wouldn’t see that, she knows it is like trying to win a barking contest against a pack of dogs. She draws her long tail close to her body and narrows her eyes against the former deputy, ”Don’t pretend you did...

When she looks up her face is twisted and ugly. Her brows furrowed to both combat her pounding head and in a show of disgust. The shadow in her den was Sunstride, she wants nothing more than to lunge forward and take him to the ground. To pierce her claws into his pelt once more- if only her...