Hello everybody. I'm sorry for not writing anything lately. I haven't updated "The Rising of the Snake, and the Prophecy" in a long time and for that I'm sorry. This is something I wrote a couple of days ago out of boredom, but I'm not sure if it is worth finishing. If it were to be finished, it would be about the battle between the Dark Forest and StarClan. Please leave feedback :)
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This was it. The big moment. Everything that Ivypool had trained for. Despite the tension slicing through the air like unsheathed claws she felt excitement pricking in her white paws. This was for Bumblestripe. For their kits. For everything that could've and should've happened. Ivypool tried to keep calm but it was impossible with all the unfamiliar scents that encased her that night. She could hear the hushed mewing of the Clan leaders as they held a deep conference. She knew all too well that Firestar was on his last life. She had watched him die before. Watch the green light fade from his eyes as his life slowly slipped away. But alas, his death was not the only one that she had seen that day. Sandstorm, Poppyfrost, Cherrypaw, Thornclaw and Bumblestripe had all fallen under Mapleshade's bloodied claws. Ivypool choked back her yowl of grief. Bumblestripe. She dug her claws into her nest and sobbed quietly in the hope she would not wake her kits. Patchkit, Graykit and Spottedkit did not stir. How Ivypool envied them now. But also, she pitied them; they would never know their father. She longed for Bumblestripe's gentle embrace, telling her it'll all be fine and how he'll protect them forever. At only a few hours old, Ivypool and Bumblestripe's kits knew nothing of the terror that was about to be unleashed on the Clans. Ivypool remembered with a pang that Bumblestripe had kept his promise until the end. Ivypool rested her head on her paws and tried to blot out the gentle snores of all four clans as they lay together beneath the moonlight.