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This is now the RP page for my DF roleplay SUPERVILLAIN!
So the plot of this RP is that cats in StarClan have been proven to be corrupt and manipulating the living clans for their own purposes, and the cats of the DF have to find a way to stop it and convince the clans to believe them. Hence the Why am I the bad guy? Maybe I wanna be the hero sometimes… in my post on the RP discussion page- these cats in the DF are villains, yes, but deep down they want to be loved and respected instead of hated and feared. In other words, they want to be heroes.
Aspenbloom slunk between the trees, her eyes and ears alert for threats. Okay, yes, this was the Dark Forest, home of cats that are threats. Maybe she belonged in StarClan…
Aspenbloom straightened up. She had to be brave. If one of the cats here saw her as weak-or worse, know she wants to go to StarClan-she would be an instant target. She had to act like all the rest of them-cold, mean, vicious.
There was a small rustling in the bushes, and Aspenbloom whirled around. What was that?
A white and gray tom strode through the bushes silently toward her, his emotionless green eyes seeming to bore right through her. Shardrunner. He slowly licked one paw and drew it over his left ear, his gaze never drifting. Languidly, he asked, “May I inquire just what you’re doing creeping around like this?”
“Ha. What a quiet place!” Dappleclaw paced restlessly, wondering where Stripedclaw was. “He couldn’t be alive, right? He just COULDN’T!” She whispered. “Has anyone seen Stripedclaw?” She asked loudly
“Do you mind shutting up?” Flameshadow hissed, stalking out of the undergrowth, one of her torn ginger ears twitching in annoyance. “And I know Stripedclaw. We aren’t the best of friends.” She growled, thinking of the time they got into a fight. She had obviously won. She drew a paw over her ears, narrowing her eyes. “And you’re the first cat I’ve seen today. Well,” she drawled, “I guess not really day, because, y’know, it’s the Dark Forest, but I haven’t seen anyone in a bit.” Well, more than a bit, she silently added. I haven’t seen anyone in quite a while. She sighed inwardly. Especially not Breezeshimmer, Sagestep, or my kits. “Well,” she mewed briskly, interrupting her thoughts. “I guess I’ll see you around. Unless you want to look for Stripedclaw or something, but I doubt you’d want to hang out with me.” She mewed spitefully.
“Whatever.” Dappleclaw rolled her eyes. “If you want to keep yourself in a horrible mood all day go ahead.”
“Stripedclaw…” Rosewilt muttered. “Oh, STRIPEDCLAW! Ugh, Stripedclaw. I think we’d all be better off without him”
Shardrunner imperiously marched through the decaying vegetation of the Dark Forest, shoving aside ferns and bushes with hisses of annoyance. Padding into the main clearing and gathering area, he raised his voice and ordered the various meandering cats, “Gather around! I have an announcement to make. It concerns our friends in StarClan.”
“I hear some strange noises from there.” Dappleclaw hisses and points her tail toward the voice
Shardrunner glances towards a cluster of decaying bramble bushes that seemed to be moving and had a voice coming from them. Sighing in annoyance, he shouted, “That goes for you too, Dappleclaw! Stop rambling about Stripedclaw for two seconds and get your tail over here!” He finished his words with a grumpy exhale, mumbling about “young cats these days” and “pitiful excuse for a villain”.
“Pity yourself Shardrunner! Your 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 bring few audiences. Pitiful! Also, it’s pathetic how you forget the words you’ve learned. Ramble means to talk for a long time in a confused way, especially about other things instead of the subject that you should be talking about, and that’s not what I’ve been doing.” Dappleclaw rolled her eyes. “Oh I’m so sorry, I’ve forgotten. I 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘯’𝘵 make retorts. It might break some ancient cat’ heart.”
“Oh, what the heck!” Flameshadow growled as she lumbered over, glaring at everyone. “What do you have to say now, old man?” She hissed at Shardrunner. “Anything actually useful for once?”
Trying his very best to restrain himself and not launch at the two imbeciles in front of him, Shardrunner composed himself before saying, “A… source has informed me that StarClan means to, weed out some of our members in one of their raids that I’m sure you’re all familiar with.” Stopping his pacing, he unsheathed his claws, letting the weak moonlight glint off of them. “That means that if you don’t start toughening up and training, one of those starry-eyed, sparkle-furred, do-gooder, StarClanners is going to rip your throat out. And guess what? After that happens, there’s no second chance for you. Not even this accursed forest.”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself, buddy,” Flameshadow growled. She drew her paw over her ears, narrowing her eyes. “Got anything else to say? And who, exactly, is this ‘source,’ hm?”
“It’s none of your business, pipsqueak”, Shardrunner hissed as he glared menacingly down at the flame-colored she-cat. “In fact, I’d wager that you don’t even need to listen- with your atrocious fighting skills, you’ll be the first to perish. I might even help.” He disdainfully regarded his claws, before continuing, “What were you in for? Attempted murder? Ha! Even a kit could do better than that.”
“Just shut up!” Flameshadow snarled, unsheathing her claws. “I could’ve killed Frostwind if I wanted to!” She paused, her ice-blue eyes glinting menacingly. “And if you think that my fighting skills are so atrocious, then maybe you’d like to see them close up!” She snarled, pacing closer to the old tom. “Or are you too scared?” She taunted.
“While I would love to claw that snarl off your wretched face”, Shardrunner hissed, “the truth is that we need all the fighters we can get. Even weaklings like you.”
“I am NOT a weakling!” Flameshadow spat. She began to stalk off. “And why should I even listen to your conspiracies, hm? Your opinion is worth just about a mouse-tail to me!”
“So you don’t even to kill him. After what he has done. I see.” Dappleclaw paced around Flameshadow. “So you aren’t bad at fighting. You are WEAK.”
”Great. And what gave you confidence that we haven’t toughened up? And what if there’re spies here? You spilled the information so carelessly, without observing whether we’re able to trust. For example, this one has kits in Starclan.” Dappleclaw turns toward Flameshadow. She doesn’t know whether she’s a traitor, but she has seen the flame-colored she-cat in life. She cares for her kin 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱. And now that all her loved ones are in Starclan, she could be on Starclan’s side. Stripedclaw has taught her not to trust anyone, and she especially does not trust Flameshadow.
Flameshadow eyed Dappleclaw suspiciously. “Just because I have kits in StarClan doesn’t mean I’m loyal to StarClan!” She growled. “If that’s what you’re thinking, then you’re dead wrong.”
“What are you doing!” Rosewilt yelled. Her beautiful amber eyes were filled with rage. She scoffed. “Can a cat not get anything done here? Everyone always has to be FIGHTING. Then there’s NO ONE left for me to- charm. You guys are really missing out,”
“Charm a bunch of she-cats or Shardrunner? Good luck.” Dappleclaw meowed
“For once, I agree with you,” Flameshadow drawled, scoffing, as she lazily drew a paw over her ear.
“Really? I’ve seen what a mother can do for her kits. And isn’t killing a cat who killed your loved ones the reason you’re here? Oh wait, you didn’t kill him. He killed YOU.” Dappleclaw sneered.
“Shut up,” she muttered. “I COULD’VE killed him AND that other patrol, but HE was the only one I really WANTED to kill. And what do you know about a mother caring for her kits? All you do every single day is pad after Stripedclaw and mutter about the idiotic things he teaches you!” She retorted.
“I know about a mother caring her kits because I know YOU. I’ve visited your camp when I was an app and when you were a queen” Dappleclaw paused, and hissed back. “And what Stripedclaw taught me is Not stupid. At least I wounded 3 cats badly and later 2 died, what about you? You failed to kill the cat you want to kill. What you said is no excuse. You could kill Frostwind then run away. And you know what? I’ve been to the clans just to check on them after death, and I saw your precious kits’ vigil. They all died of greencough. Painfully.” Dappleclaw sneered
“I know you’re lying,” Flameshadow growled, narrowing her eyes. “If you think that you’re able to ‘check’ on the Clans, then you’re wrong.” She eyed the spotted white she-cat warily. “Because I’ve been watching them myself.”
“I am gonna create a new secret path that led to Starclan territory. Instead of trashtalking like a bunch of weaklings, which is what you are doing, Im gonna do something useful.” Dappleclaw meowed as she left
(open!)
“And how do you think you’re gonna do that ?” Flameshadow drawled. “And who’re you calling a weakling? Yourself? Because, correct me if I’m wrong, O Wise One, but you were trash-talking, too. It’s kind of what we do here, princess.”
“I watch and learn instead of heartbreaking over kin in Starclan. I’ve already found a great place.”
I’m not weak. I’m not weak. Flameshadow told herself as she padded through the undergrowth of the Dark Forest. Just be strong. Be strong for your kits. Don’t worry about the idiots here; you know that they’re a bunch of psychotic liars. Hot tears burned down her cheeks and her throat felt as though it was on fire as she tried to keep the sobs in. Your kits are fine. And Breezeshimmer and Sagestep. She drew a paw over her eyes and took a deep breath. Her grief-contorted expression turned into her usual: Steely-faced, emotionless blue eyes, and a scowl that reached to her scarred left eye. You’re fine, so quit acting like an emotional, stupid, StarClan kit! She took one last shuddering breath in, and then padded back out into the clearing. These mouse-brained fox-hearts might think I’m weak and an awful fighter, but when it’s my claws at their throat, they might have second thoughts.
(Open!! 😀)
Hmmm… what is she scheming now? Shardrunner eyed Flameshadow suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. He’d never quite trusted the brusque she-cat, and her behavior recently had been less than stellar. I’ll keep a careful eye on her…
Flameshadow had to restrain herself from curling her lip as she eyed Shardrunner in return. What does he want now?
“Hey Flameshadow! I saw your kit! One of them has wandered into DF territory.
I saw him while digging the tunnel.” Dappleclaw called
“Liar,” she muttered under her breath as she glared at Dappleclaw.
“Really?” Dappleclaw sneered as she dragged a tiny tom from behind her.
Flameshadow’s eyes bulged. “No,” she whispered. “No, no, no, no!” Tears fell down her face like small waterfalls. “Pebblepaw?” She mewed hoarsely. “Or-or did you get your warrior name?” Her body shook as sobs convulsed through her body. “Oh, even if you didn’t, you were always a warrior to me.” The usually tough she-cat was almost the polar opposite now, with her eyes hollow and her shoulders drooping.
Wisp’Flower walked down a hill that seemed almost lifeless. She rolled her eyes, of course, it’s lifeless, it’s the DF. She heard a faint sob. She continued to go down but crouching. She reached a bramble near the cat, no, cats. There was a whole bunch. She slowed her breath to sound silent. She looked at the black flower on her ear starting to get flecks of white. (The flower changes black=DF white=near a piece of StarClan or StarClan.) She saw her flower drift off her ear out of the bramble. She quickly snatched the flower back, causing the bramble to shift. Wisp’Flower knew this couldn’t be good. Wisp’Flower knew even if they didn’t notice her sleek gray and white fur would stand out.
Flameshadow glanced up wearily. “Wh-what do you want?” She mewed, her voice shaking and her eyes wet.
Dappleclaw can relate to what Flameshadow is experiencing. She has never met her kin, and Stripredclaw was all she had, and now that’s taken away too. But ever since she became a follower of Stripedclaw, she had learned to ignore emotions. 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳… She gives a bitter laugh. It has been clear all along.
She makes up her mind. “Either you die with him, or he dies with you. Or you can kill him to prove your loyalty.” Dappleclaw’ eyes gleamed. She felt sadness inside her bones, but she shoots it away
“What is wrong with you?” Flameshadow spat, drawing Pebblepaw-she still didn’t know if he got his warrior name-closer to her. “You actually think I’d kill my own kit just to prove my loyalty? And who put you in charge, hm? Because last time I checked, this whole place is a giant anarchy! You don’t get to control me. You might have done that to other cats in life, but you will never get me to harm a hair on this cat.” She gave a weary but fond look to her son.
“Think Flameshadow. No cat can allow your son to live with us, bc you will send him back to Starclan every chance you get, and you will try to go with him. And he can’t be sent back to Starclan alone, bc you will want to go with him and yu will know thw route. And if you go to Starclan, well, it will be disastrous for both sides. Or…”Dappleclaw’s eyes suddenly gleamed. She raced away
Flameshadow snorted. “Idiot.”
Glorypaw slipped into a clearing from between practically the only plants in the Dark Forest; some fronds hanging from a leafless pine, and a tall bush that looked young, but was already dying. He looked at the other cats who were talking.
“What’s going on?” He asked, looking around.
(open)
Flameshadow eyed the young tom suspiciously. “Nothing you need to know about.”
Glorypaw rolled his eyes.
“I can bet with confidence I’ve been here longer than you mouse-brains.” He unsheathed his claws for a heartbeat. “I personally think I deserve to know.”
He yawned and sat down. “Some murder plan? Back in life I used deathberries, but I guess claws and teeth are easier down here.”
“No, not a murder plan,” Flameshadow bore her gaze into the apprentice’s, agitation lining her growl.
Icepaw crept through a low-hanging cluster of trees and glanced around. There were no other Dark Forest cats in sight. Icepaw breathed a sigh of relief. She never felt like she fit in with the others. From what she could see, all they wanted to do was fight. But, Icepaw had never felt comfortable in battle. She should have been a medicine cat.
Suddenly, Icepaw looked up. Another cat was approaching.
“What the heck are you doing?” Flameshadow asked, leaning against a dark, decrepit tree. “You know that this part of the Dark Forest is dangerous even for us, right? Or you got bees in your head instead of a brain or something?” The real reason Flameshadow would point this out is because she had a soft spot for apprentices and kits, especially if they somehow wound up here. She wouldn’t point this out for a warrior who was stupid enough to come over here, but she wanted to at least try to be a bit… Less evil than everyone else, she supposed. I just hope that they don’t think I’m weak, she thought with a scowl.
Icepaw flinched. “None of your business, Flameshadow,” she hissed. She hated it when the warriors tried to order her around, just because she was an apprentice. “You’re not my mentor,” she added quickly and turned away.
“Apprentices,” Flameshadow muttered under her breath. “Fine, but if you get hurt, don’t go crying to me, or anyone else! If you get hurt here, that’s on you,” she snapped at the younger cat, exasperated.
Icepaw looked back to glare at the older warrior. “I can look after myself,” she snapped. She titled her head, a cold gleam in her eyes. “What are you doing here, though? I thought it was dangerous.”
Flameshadow snorted. “As you say, ‘none of your business.’ But, if you want to know the truth, I heard you and thought I’d warn you. As far as I know, there aren’t any herbs in the Dark Forest, and I’d hate to hear you wailing endlessly while I’m trying to sleep.” she drawled, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.
Icepaw looked at the ground, unsure of what to say. Flameshadow had always seemed different from the other Dark Forest warriors. She seemed truly concerned about Icepaw. The young cat sighed. “Well, um, thank you,” she murmured. “For coming to warn me.”
“Sure, kid,” Flameshadow replied briskly. “Just make sure you don’t go getting into trouble now on purpose. I won’t always be there to save your pelt,” she said, her eyes warm with humor.
Icepaw nodded, surprised. Flameshadow hadn’t been angry or even annoyed when Icepaw had thanked her. That was always strange in the Dark Forest, where everyone was hostile.
“Uh, yeah,” she mewed, her voice sounding more hostile than she had intended. “I- I’ll be fine.”
“Here’s hoping!” Flameshadow winked. “See you later, kid,” she called as she stalked off into the shadows.
Dappleclaw kept running. She felt that her paws were dropping off but she pushed on. While she was “chatting” with Flameshadow, she has realized that if Pebblepaw could wander close enough to DF for her to see, she could “wander” to Starclan. Why not? Then she would have lots of stuff to do. She had reached the place where she found Pebblepaw. She dropped into a crouch and crept forward, keeping silent. Sure enough there was light behind the brambles. The guard that older cats used to talk about was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he faded? Dappleclaw didn’t care. All she knew, is that Starclan is right in front of her, and that she could walk in anytime.
(open!)
Flameshadow heard rustling in the bushes. She sprang in front of her son to find Dappleclaw hiding in the decrepit undergrowth. “What the heck are you doing?” Flameshadow snarled. She eyed Pebblepaw worriedly before growling again at Dappleclaw. “If you even touch him!” she let out a deep breath. “You know what, we’re going.” she nudged Pebblepaw forward. “Come on, Pebble, you need to get back before someone starts worrying about you!” she joked, then sighed. It was quiet as they walked back to the StarClan border. “Now, you stay safe,” she purred, nosing her son toward the border. “Tell your father and Breezeshimmer I say hi, okay?” she rasped her tongue over his ear. “I love you. Stay safe,” she purred as she walked back to the Dark Forest. She found the messy den she’d been living in for the past few moons and flopped down into her nest. She closed her eyes and sighed. Maybe tomorrow will be better… she placed her paw over her eyes, her face screwed up in frustration. Well, it’s the Dark Forest, and I’m surrounded by idiots, so I doubt that will happen anytime soon, she laughed wryly to herself, hoping sleep would claim her soon.
Dappleclaw rolled her eyes. “Not everything is about you Flameshadow.” She hissed. She pointed at the meadow in front. “Look it’d Starclan territory. We can walk in anytime we like.”
Wisp’Flower would silently sit in the brambles blankly looking back at forth as she saw three figures, one supposedly Starclan cat and two Darkforest she-cats. Wisp’Flower rolled her eyes, why was she even watching this. Her flower glittered white, shining her pelt. She felt a bramble jab into her fur, and she yelped. She started licking herself but then paused. She yelped. She put her paws over her jaw. Oh no.
Flameshadow heard rustling and sprang up from her makeshift nest. She padded out to find a white she-cat striped with gray hiding in the bushes. “You can come out,” she sighed. “I’m not gonna attack you or anything.” she eyed the she-cat’s pelt, where it looked like a thorn or bramble or something had pierced her skin. “Are you okay?” she asked. She didn’t really care for the other Dark Forest cats, not if they were jerks, but she didn’t know much about Wispflower and she assumed it would be better to have more cats on her side if push came to shove eventually.
another rustling sound came from somewhere.
another cat came out a silver she-cat ¨ hello i think i missed a DF meeting can you inform me about it ¨ meowed silverbramble eyeing everybody suspiciously
she could not trust anybody It reminded her of he mother
“What meeting?” Flameshadow growled, sighing. “We never had one, genius. In case you were wondering, this is the Dark Forest! We don’t have any leaders or organized meetings, it’s an anarchy!” she hissed, exasperated with everyone’s stupidity.
¨WELL¨ spat silverbramble
i was told that shardrunner had to say somthhing about starclan they did not tell me much and also i was mention that you were called a weakling is that true WEAKLING ¨ hissed silverbramble
“Well, then you heard wrong,” Flameshadow growled, a faint smile playing on her lips as she laughed wryly. She padded back into her den. “Well, unless you want to torture me some more, I’m gonna try to get some sleep.”
¨ i bet you are just scared to face me ¨ sneered silverbramble walking away
¨ and i also bet that your son/Daughter was one of those spies! ¨
There was a loud snap and Icepaw leaped out of the thick ferns. “There was a meeting?” the small white she-cat asked, her eyes wide. “What happened? I-I wasn’t there.”
“Yes. do not trust Flameshadow. I told her to kill her kid but she refused what kind of loyalty is that?” Dappleclaw joined in.” but dont you want to go to starclan territory? it’s right in front of us. we can steal information from them and attack starclan cats while there are not many of them. What are you waiting for?”
“YEAH!!!” Silverbramble roared. “What ´ s to stop us?? I am totally up to slaughtering starclan cats!!!!”
Icepaw hissed. “Flameshadow has more loyalty than you’ll ever have,” she snarled, glaring at Dappleclaw. “Leave her alone and mind your own business.” Icepaw didn’t like defending another cat, especially in the Dark Forest, but it was the least she could do to thank Flameshadow, the only cat who had shown her kindness here.
Wisp’Flower would stand up looking at all the cats knowing she had been caught. She walked out of the brambles taking out the small bramble that was stuck to her fur. She groomed herself drawing her paw over her ear as she ignored the cats fighting. She would silently roll her eyes as her flower continued to glitter with flecks of white.
¨ Let´s go into starclan territory maybe we can find information of fresh kill¨said silverbramble licking her lips¨they probably taste better then the crow food we eat here¨ silverbramble started walking ant the border that separated the DF from starclan she was looking forewords to finding her mom and killing her
*or*
Icepaw leaped in front of Silverbramble, her claws unsheathed. “We can’t just attack StarClan. They-” She broke off. She couldn’t just say they were innocent. The other cats would think she was weak. “I can’t fight my sister again,” Icepaw whispered.
¨you are just scared¨ hissed Silverbramble ¨i am going to find my mother and kill her once and for all and you can do nothing to stop me¨ she jump over icepaw and passed the border she instantly hid in a bush
she did not like how bright starclan was
“Wait!” Icepaw called, her voice desperate. Silverbramble had entered StarClan. She would convince the Dark Forest to fight them and Icepaw would have to kill Rainpaw all over again. She began to sob quietly, and lowered her head in defeat.
before silverbramble could get any further she heard a faint snob
she rolled her eyes and continued then she saw two big cats and could not believe what she heard
a big blue she-cat and a brown tom were talking
¨we make the shadowclan´s Medicine cat fall in love with a cat from another clan so we can have some drama¨ meowd the she-cat
¨ and then we can corrupt them for something to watch ¨ replied the tom
instantly she ran back to darkforest territory and saw icepaw sobbing at first she felt sympathy for some reason but then she remembered what she heard and yowled ¨
everyone gather you need to hear what i heard in starclan¨
Flameshadow leaped out. “What?! You went into StarClan?! Do you know how dangerous that is? Oh stars, they’re going to come in here and we’re gonna be toast!” she gasped. “What were you thinking?!” And I might have to fight my kin, she added silently, shooting a sympathetic glance at Icepaw. She didn’t know much about the apprentice, but she knew just as well that the apprentice had family in StarClan.
(I will start a new comment because the previous one is too long it’s hard to read.)
Dappleclaw cleared her throat. “I know that some of us have kin that we love who resides in Starclan. But we didn’t choose to come to the DF. We were sentenced here. And who are the judges?” Dappleclaw looked at Icepaw. “Our kin are the judges. You care about your sister so much, but have you thought of the chances that she would slaughter you with purrs in her throat? The Starclan cats are foolish, they sent us here, made us hate them even more and dreaming of revenge, being a ghost is better! But no. They are too stupid and reckless, this gap is the proof.” She pointed at the entrance to Starclan. “There are more of them than us, but it’s us, the DF cats, that found this gap. See? They think we’re so weak that they don’t even think about us anymore. Do we want to be seen weak? No! Starclan cats made horrible biased judgment, and they are going to pay.” Her eyes gleamed. “I say we fight, carefully, and for vengeance. For how we were treated, and for those we love who has never forgiven us. Instead of attacking big groups of cats and risk being outnumbered, we should attack few cats a time. Slowly and slowly, there will be less ST cats. And when they realize it this it will be too late.” Dappleclaw sneered. Thinking of meeting her former clanmates, she added. “By then, we would have all the time in the world to talk to them.”
(open!)
¨yo do have a point but is not that “silverbramble said breathless ¨i just heard two starclan cat talking about making problems between the clans to make some drama and create trouble if you ask me i think it only the warriors and leaders!!!¨
Icepaw widened her eyes with fear. “W-why would they do that? StarClan always tries to help the Clans, no matter what.” She glanced at the other cats, hoping they would agree.
“Don’t be naive!” Dappleclaw hissed. “Some of the Starclan cats have been dead for a long time, and afterlife is pretty boring even if you are in Starclan. Just because Starclan helped the clans before doesn’t mean they’ll help now. Your point is full of logical flaws. No cat has had a med cat in the beginning of time, but then they got one. Things, change!”
“StarClan may be wrong sometimes,” Icepaw snarled. “But they will and will always help the Clans. I have faith in StarClan, even here. Maybe you should too.” She unsheathed her claws and glared at Dappleclaw.
“I don’t and you can’t make me.” Dappleclaw answered dryly.
“The kid’s right,” Flameshadow said, casting a fond look at the apprentice. “We might not be the… the best cats, but we still need to have faith in our kin and ancestors in StarClan. None of us have done great things, and we need to own up to our mistakes. We shouldn’t hurt any StarClan member, even if…” Even if one of them killed you and got away with it, she added silently with a bitter sting. She shook out her fur. “Just… we shouldn’t hurt any of them. Regardless of what they’ve done to us.” she sighed.
¨ but they might hurt some of our loved ones ¨ meowed silverbramble remembering the queens and elders that loved her as a kit ¨ i think we got to keep an eye on starclan ¨ announced silverbramble
“We shouldn’t hurt them,” Flameshadow mewed, stepping out of the brambled den as she decided that she was going to have her say, too, as everyone was just bickering outside. “But… I think we should watch them… j-just in case you guys are right and something’s wrong with StarClan now.” she sighed, her eyes shining for grief while thinking of her lost kin.
Icepaw sighed. “Alright. We can watch them, but no unnecessary fighting, ok?” She glared at Dappleclaw and Silverbramble.
“I didn’t say we should fight.” Dappleclaw hissed. “But I don’t understand why everyone is being so heroic right now. WHY SHOULD WE CARE ABOUT WHAT THE CLANS ARE SUFFERING? Everyone who’s alive back in the clans remember us as villains. Why should we care anything about them? This is the perfect opportunity! While St is busy torturing the clans and clans are in chaos, we can start our work! What are you all thinking???”
Icepaw looked at the ground. “I hope they don’t think of me as a villain,” she whispered. “I just know Rainpaw does and I don’t blame her.” Then, she looked up at Dappleclaw. “What kind of work do you mean?”
Does everyone remember me as a villain? Flameshadow thought, her heart aching for her other two kits who she assumed were still living in RiverClan. “What do you mean, ‘start our work,’ hm?” she growled. “And StarClan is not torturing the Clans!” she added, bristling her fur. At least… I hope not…
“Afterlife is boring. And most of the st cats have been dead for a long time. They don’t know any of the clan cats alive. What I don’t understand is, why should we care about what the clans are suffering? ” Dappleclaw answered. “As for the work, we can start weakening St while they are having fun. And Icepaw, you have chosen your path. There is no turning back”
“Can’t we… Can’t we try to, I dunno, try to see the living Clans for ourselves?” Flameshadow asked, curiosity bordering her suspicion. “It might not work, but…” she trailed off. “I want to try to see what StarClan is supposedly doing to the Clans myself.”
“It might not have started yet.” Dapppleclaw pointed out
“WE NEED SPIES!” Hissed silverbramble
“WE NEED SPIES!” Hissed silverbramble!