Based on Sleeping With Sirens new video, Leave It All Behind (The cover image is a screenshot from it.)
"Shadowstrike! Shadowstrike!" The dark-brown haired Healer dashed into the small, dark den, pale green eyes dancing with an odd mixture of alarm, hope and excitement. She skidded to a stop in front of the black-haired, pale young man that was serving as their leader, dark blue eyes troubled.
"You had a dream about Darkstar's return, right, Silverfeather?" He asked, smiling sadly at the mention of their missing leader. It'd been a moon since their leader had disappeared and EmoClan was hanging on as best they could. Darkstar's faithful deputy had refused to take the leadership name and position in hopes the brave and cunning leader would return.
"Yes, but…" Silverfeather trailed off, pale green eyes downcast as her silver, white-tipped, ears flattened.
"But….?" The black-haired young man prompted.
"Look Shadowstrike," Silverfeather began somberly, dreading what she was about to say, but seeing on other option, "it's been a moon, we've searched every day, maybe it's time to…."
"Are you suggesting we give up?" Shadowstrike asked, unable to believe what he was hearing as the tip of his sleek black tail twitched in annoyance, black, gray-tipped, ears flattened.
The Healer gulped, nodding.
"No, no, of course we won't do that!" He spat, angry at his old friend for even suggesting it, "Think about it, Silverfeather, if he were here and one of us were missing, would you what him to just give up?"
"N-no." She said, feeling as if she was an apprentice being scolded by her mentor.
"Exactly. Darkstar will come back." Shadowstrike reassured them, as Silverfeather exited the den.
The dark-haired leaders breathed came hot and fast as he ran through the dark halls, feet pounding as fast as his heart. The female warrior who'd betrayed her to-desperate-for-a-Prophet cult ran steadily beside him.
"This way!" The raven-haired warrior shouted over the alarms, large red eyes glistening in the low light.
He followed her though winding, twisting tunnels.
"Bloo—!" An alarmed Darkstar began as a cultist had a sharp, silver blade to her throat. The black-haired man watched in awe as Bloodrose effortless slain several cultists thanks to the hissing, glowing red blade she carried with her before continuing with Darkstar.
"D-Darkstar?" Shadowstrike asked in awe, if he were honest, he was doubtful he'd ever see his old friend again.
"I'm back." The black-haired young man assured his loyal deputy and friend, hugging him once he'd wiped the quickly fading blonde dye from his hair, the cultists, in their desperation, had forcibly dyed his hair to match the image of the man an old, dying woman said would save them.
With their leader back, EmoClan spent the day rejoining with songs, dancing and food, Bloodrose being accepted in.