No Tears to Shed
The cats of the Clans have never cried before. They do not cry, because they do not know what it means to cry. Even if they did they would not be able to cry, because they don't know how.
The leaders watch as their Clan begins to crumble around them. Traitors, deserters, and cold-blooded killers replace the once honor bound warriors. They do not know what loyalty means anymore. The warrior code begins to break down. The leaders grieve these losses, but they will not cry, because they don't know what it means to cry.
A cat is injured in the numerous wars. They are losing their life and are on their way to join StarClan. The pain is so intense that they would cry if they could, but they only find release in their wails of despair, because watery eyes are not the same as tears.
The sickness comes. The cats are weak, and many are dying. The stench of death hangs in the air, and they are choking on it. The cats cry to StarClan asking desperately what they did to deserve this fate. They cry and they cry, but no one ever seems to hear them, because they cannot sob.
The Clan cats watch as their homes are destroyed before their eyes. The forest burns, Treecutters devour the trees, the once clean air becomes stale and thick, and the lake dries up. They scream and wail to StarClan. They cry out, but it is not the same, because they have no tears to shed.
And up above, the cats of StarClan watch. They watch in anguish and grief as the age of the Clans slowly and painfully come to an end. They watch as their descendants fight and die in pointless wars, become weak with sickness, and starve from lack of prey that the Twolegs scared off. They watch, and they cry in the only way they know how to. They send the rain, because they know that the rain represents all of their sadness and despair.
So in a way, the Clan cats do know how to cry and what it means to cry. They sit in the rain and raise their voices to StarClan. They scream, they wail, they yowl, they cry out due to the loss of their ways of life as it all comes crashing down around them. The rain tracks down their face in large drops similar to tears. They choke as their voices become hoarse from their caterwauls. They grieve for the loss of their loved ones. And for the last time the cats mourn as one.
They do not know what it means to cry, what it means to weep uncontrollably, to feel the tears racing down their faces.
But they know all too well what sorrow is.
This is pretty much just fancy adjectives and lots of synonyms. Oh my god, I feel like Stephanie Meyer. EWWWW! XDDD!
Anyways. Rather depressing I know. But everything must come to an end, even the age of the Clans. This is how I think it would go. I don't expect many people to read this, but hey, I really like it. Don't forget to review!
Silent Assassin
(... AKA Bloodfang of ShadowClan. Lol, had to put that there...)