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"A cat called Moony?" Firestar mewed as the she-cat tore into a magpie. The flame-pelted ThunderClan leader seemed intrigued and very interested in what Tigerstar had just recently found out.
Tigerstar had finished retelling an altered and more watered-down version of his encounter with the kittypets that he had run into earlier that day. It was their first real lead to figuring out about
SkyClan and this Moony might have some answers. It excited him but he left enough room for doubt that it tempered it and prepared for disappointment.
"I think we should talk to him, just in case it's what I suspect." Tigerstar said, whiskers twitching as Firestar seemed to ponder over it. "It's the only real lead we have so far. Those kittypets have been here longer and although their kittypets they have still heard some form of tale about
SkyClan or some type of group similar to a Clan."
Firestar nodded, "Worth a try."
They decided that they would wait until it was the full moon to meet Moony. If what those kittypets said were true, Moony would come right to them if they just waited. Until then, Tigerstar and Firestar decided to take a look around the area, get more acquainted with it and generally just keep searching for more information in case Moony turned out to be no help to them.
Tigerstar took the lead, wanting more than anything to explore every paw print of the place that his ancestors once settled in. There really wasn't much in the way of variety in the gorge, everything was hard stone and caves. Nothing at all like the soft forest floors of ThunderClan's territory or the swampy marsh of ShadowClan. But the caves and crevices made for good shelter from the elements, and plenty of space to house an entire Clan of cats and then some.
They trailed up above the gorge, towards what appeared to be some woodland. It was a nice change in scenery and he could practically scent the life of prey on the cooling breeze.
Tigerstar's ears twitched at the audible sigh of relief that came from Firestar as the ThunderClan leader stepped paw on the soft forest ground. It made him realize just how much this journey of theirs was taking its toll on the small, sleek-fur flame-pelted she-cat physically. This wasn't like a journey to Mothermouth, this is farther than they've ever been from their Clans territory. And they've still not accomplished the goal of finding SkyClan.
His worry caused him to swing his massive head around to stare at Firestar and eye her critically. Besides appearing tired and strained, Firestar was looking around curiously. It amazed
Tigerstar when recalling so many moons ago that Firestar had at one point been a kittypet, just starting out and adapting to Clan life. The dark brown tabby leader was unsure if the she-cat had ever once complained during her adjustment period. The way she adapted so flawlessly into ThunderClan had been a shock to many, including Tigerstar who had completely doubted her entirely.
SkyClan must have needed to adjust from their lives living in a forest to living in a gorge. Just like Firestar adjusted from her life as a kittypet. But Tigerstar was certain that they wouldn't let a forest such as this one go unutilized. If they didn't then they'd be mouse-brained.
Tigerstar could tell that there were other cats around, there were lingering scents that told him that there were some that might be living here, although the scents weren't fresh and he couldn't see or hear them. 'Rogues and loners would make for good new recruits when rebuilding SkyClan.' Tigerstar thought to himself. 'Maybe some kittypets as well.' although Tigerstar wasn't to keen on going back to Twolegplace anytime soon.
"I think we should head up further. See if we can't -- Firestar?" as Tigerstar was talking he didn't decide a response from Firestar, so he turned his head, expecting to find the flame-pelted she-cat right behind him but found her nowhere to be seen.
With panic slowly sinking in, Tigerstar swung his massive head around, trying to pick up her scent. Once he caught a word of it, he quickly headed in here direction. There was no stench of blood or fear in the scent so he knew she hadn't been attacked. but that didn't mean that there weren't foxes or badgers that might try and make a meal out of her when caught alone.
Tigerstar's lips curled back in a snarl as he caught another scene of cat mingling with Firestar's as he got closer. So far those kittypets left a bad impression, spoiled and bullies, so Tigerstar wasn't expecting much of a warm welcome from any rogues or loners around here. Although he didn't want them to join SkyClan if they decide to rebuild it.
Pushing through some ferns and into a clearing Tigerstar was expecting the worse. Maybe not a full on fight but maybe a verbal argument. What he found however was Firestar having a civil discussion with what appeared to be a broad-shouldered dark gray tom.
Tigerstar was instantly on guard. Not liking the looks of this unknown cat that Firestar conversing with so casually. The giant dark brown tabby warrior rolled back his shoulders and held himself a straighter to make himself look even more bigger than he was and stalked over to the pair.
Tigerstar took satisfaction in the way he seemed to startle the tom. Watching him arch his back and hiss as Tigerstar approached. It was a bit annoying that this mysterious stranger was just as big, if not an inch shorter, than Tigerstar himself.
Firestar seemed the only one unaffected by the tension. Instead she called out to him as he came near. "Tigerstar! Come meet Scratch! He's a local."
A local? Flashback's of the two kittypets went through his mind and he didn't have much hope for any of the other's that lived here. But he still tried to keep an open mind as he began looking over this rogue that Firestar had found.
He was a big, dark gray tom with broad-shoulders, powerful haunches and hind legs, and green eyes. He also has claws and fangs, although smaller than Tigerstar's own, that would be formidable in battle. If he wasn't standing so close to Firestar and clearly mooning all over her than Tigerstar wouldn't have minded offering him a place in his own Clan. After all, Tigerstar recognized someone who'd be a powerful ally. Though it helped calm him to see that Firestar was oblivious as always to these types of things.
"Tigerstar, I want you to meet Scratch. Scratch, this is Tigerstar." Firestar introduced them both.
Before turning towards this Scratch. "He's the one I've been telling you about."
Scratch seemed unimpressed as his eyes raked over Tigerstar. Which boiled the dark brown tabby's blood. "He's not all that impressive."
Tigerstar wanted to square up with this rogue. See just how skilled he was against a fully fledged warrior and perhaps show him who was the best out of the both of them. However Firestar was standing in the way and he could never push her aside, no matter how much he wanted too. So instead he calmed himself down. For Firestar's sake. He wouldn't get into a fight.
For now.
"I think it's time for us to be heading back." Tigerstar decided to do instead. "It's getting late and I don't want to be caught out in the dark." and get away from this annoying Furball.
Firestar hesitated for a moment, which Tigerstar didn't like, but then turned to say goodbye to the rogue. "It was nice meeting you, Scratch."
"It was nice meeting you as well, Firestar." meowed the tom. "Hopefully we'll meet again some time."
Tigerstar couldn't get Firestar away from the tom fast enough.
Once they were far away from the rogue. Tigerstar gave Firestar and earful. "You shouldn't have approached that tom by yourself!" The dark brown tabby hissed, rounding on a surprised
Firestar. "Have you seen the size of that cat? He'd have easily clawed you in half if he wasn't so--" Tigerstar couldn't finish that sentence.
"Scratch wasn't so bad." Firestar retorted, appearing annoyed. "I accidentally ran into him while hunting. He's grumpy but not bad. Also I can look after myself just fine."
Tigerstar wanted to respond to that but thought better of it. Firestar clearly made up her mind about the rogue and there was no changing it. Though that didn't mean that Tigerstar had to like him.
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The day of the full moon came and both Tigerstar and Firestar were ready to meet this mysterious cat that may or may not know about the ancient SkyClan who had fled the forest so long ago.
Tigerstar was impatient but Firestar seemed more relaxed, which irked him for some reason.
Then, with Silverpelt blazed down from a clear sky and glittered on the river far below. The moon, still low in the sky, covered everything with a silver sheen and cast their shadows huge behind them, they heard the soft pad of paws, and a old gray cat rounded a bend in the trail. His movements were stiff and painful, his belly sagged toward the ground, and his tail dragged in the dust. Yet he held his head high, and the moonlight turned his pelt to dazzling silver.
"That must be him." Firestar meowed.
"He's going to fall." Tigerstar hissed, readying to spring forward. Not wanting his only lead about the lost SkyClan to die right in front of him.
Moony paused a few tail-lengths from the end of the trail and raised his eyes to the stars. Then he started forward again, somehow managing to pick up speed, and launched himself in a flying leap over the rift. His forepaws struck the rock, and for a few heartbeats he hung over the gap, paws scrabbling to pull himself up.
Tigerstar was once again just about to dash out and help him. But before he could move the old cat gave a massive heave and hauled himself to safety. He stood still for a moment, panting, then padded forward and sat down in the middle of the rock. Lifting his head, he turned his face to the moon; he looked like a cat made of shadows, outlined against the shining white circle in the sky.
Tigerstar was impressed. Although old and worn out. This old-timer was still nimble.
Moony began to speak very softly; Tigerstar and Firestar crept forward so that they could hear what he was saying.
"Spirits of cats who have gone before," Moony mewed, "I am sorry I am the only cat left of what was once a noble Clan. I will try to preserve the way of the warrior until my last breath. But I fear that when I die it will die with me, and the memory of SkyClan will be lost forever." He looked up, as if he were listening for a reply that never came. At last he heaved a long sigh, letting his head droop, and sat motionless while the moon began to slide down the sky.
Tigerstar could not interrupt his silent vigil. For how many seasons had Moony lived alone, surrounded by cats who tormented him? How long had he tried to live by the warrior code, and kept alive the memory of SkyClan? At last the moon began to dip below the Twoleg nests on the horizon. Tigerstar was about to step forward when the old cat turned his head. His eyes glowed like moons. "I know you're there," he meowed. "I'm not so old that I can't pick up scent."
Tigerstar wanted to be surprised, but a cat so on guard from everything and everyone around him all the time must be paranoid enough to be able to sense anyone from miles around. So instead Tigerstar calmly padded out of his hiding spot with Firestar at his side.
Tigerstar was expecting some form of terrior in the old-timers huge, pale blue eyes due to his huge size, scary appearance and obvious strength. Something he was used too. But unlike the kittypets, Moony showed none of that fear. Instead he found nothing but indifference. He must have once been a big, powerful cat, but now he was shrunken and scrawny. His gray fur was thin and staring, his muzzle white with age.
"Greetings, Moony. We—"
"That is not my name," the old cat interrupted, standing up so that his shadow slid over the rock and vanished into the bottom of the gorge. "My name is Sky."
"Sky then," Tigerstar corrected slowly, coming to stand before this cat. "I happen to hear you say that when you die, the memory of SkyClan dies with you, but I'm here to tell you that you are wrong." The puzzlement in the old tom's eyes were clear. "Because I have been sent by SkyClan's ancestors to rebuild the lost SkyClan and right the wrong that happened to them so long ago."
The conversation after that initial greeting was a long winded one filled with introductions, explanations, retelling their journey and what brought them here and the justified outbrust that came from Sky. If Tigerstar had been in his place, he'd probably wouldn't show the same restraint that he did, a time of peace or not. Then when Sky managed to calm down, they finally got down to business.
"SkyClan has been gone for moons." Sky meowed, looking mournful. "My mother's mother was born into the Clan. But it disbanded a long time ago. Before I was even born. I was taught the ways of a warrior but I was never apart of one."
Tigerstar wondered how that was, being raised as a warrior only to not have a Clan to be apart of. Or was it more like a Clan with just one cat? It must be hard having all this knowledge and way of living only to have no one to share it with. A sad life indeed.
"But you certainly seem to know a lot about being a Clan cat, even though you were not raised in one." Firestar soothed, blinking fondly at the tom. "And you have so much knowledge about SkyClan. Please share it with us."
Sky seemed hesitant to agree. But who could really say no to Firestar. Certainly no one with a lick of sense. "Fine, but not now."
Tigerstar counted that as a win.
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"Come on this way!"
Tigerstar would say that he wasn't an early riser. Well, mainly due to the sun, ShadowClan's territory was normally gloomy and dark caused by the tall dense pine trees that usually block it out. So rising so early with the sun along with two energetic early risers, regardless if they are old or short, made him a bit grumpy.
The elderly cat kept to his word and took them down a stony trail that led to the bottom of the gorge, then leaped up to the top of the pile of boulders where the river appeared. His movements were stiff, but Tigerstar was impressed by how agile he was, in spite of his age.
Sky's flanks were heaving with effort by the time he reached the top, but as he turned back to watch Tigerstar easily make the leap up beside him and turn to pull Firestar up beside them.
"You got some power to you." Sky complimented Tigerstar. Taking the ShadowClan leader by surprise. The old-timer has been prickly as a thistle. And he sort of reminded him of Sagewhisker, a StarClan medicine cat that just loves to annoy the current ShadowClan leader.
"This was called the Rockpile," he announced once Tigerstar and Firestar were standing beside him, with Firestar still panting. "The SkyClan leader stood up here when he wanted to call a Clan meeting. The rest of the Clan gathered around the pool." He flicked his tail toward the jutting rock high overhead, behind them. "You already know the Skyrock; that's where the Clan gathered at the full moon."
Just like how ShadowClan had their own Clan meeting spot and when all four Clans meet at Fourtrees during the full moon. Tigerstar thought to himself.
"Why did SkyClan hold Gatherings when there weren'tany other Clans?" Firestar asked.
The old cat's eyes clouded. "Because that is the way of the warrior. The Clan would gather there to be closer to the stars." He turned away from the jutting rock. "Up there were the dens," he went on, pointing to the caves with his tail. "The warriors used the one where we've been sleeping. Below that was the elders' den, and—"
"Oh, we thought the lowest den would be where the elders lived," Firestar interrupted.
"Because—" She broke off, giving her chest fur a few quick licks to cover her embarrassment.
"Because old cats are too stiff to climb?" Sky growled, though Tigerstar was sure that his eyes were warm. "No—SkyClan cats never lost the power to jump. That lowest den was the medicine cat's, close to the water and where the herbs grow."
He went on to point out the nursery—which was the cave with the tiny claw marks Tigerstar and Firestar had picked out—the apprentices' den, and the Clan leader's, a little way away from the others, next to the trail that led up to the Skyrock.
"Did the river ever flood?" Firestar asked curiously.
"Yes, but never as high as the warriors' cave," Sky replied. "The whole Clan used to shelter there in the worst storms, so my mother said." He gazed up at the caves for a heartbeat longer, as if he were imagining the trails busy with cats. Then he gave himself a brisk shake. "Come on. I'll show you that moss I promised to you earlier."
He jumped down from the highest boulder and picked his way down the pile on the opposite side of the river. Tigerstar wondered where he was going. They were uncomfortably near the black water where it appeared from among the rocks; did Sky expect them to swim? Instead, the old cat veered around the lowest boulder and vanished. Tigerstar scrawled. Where had he gone? Then he spotted a narrow ledge leading into the cave just above the level of the blue-green water.
A voice came from the darkness. "Are you coming or not?"
Tigerstar swallowed, exchanging a glance with Firestar.
His companion shrugged. "We can't not," she mewed.
Carefully setting down his large paws in a straight line, Tigerstar ventured onto the ledge. The rock was slick with water, and his claws skidded when he tried to cling to it. The river lapped less than a tail-length below his paws. "I must be toad-brained!" he muttered. Someone his size wasn't meant to be doing this.
To his relief, after a while the ledge grew wider and opened out into a shallow cave. The river slid silently out of the shadows ahead and past them to the cave entrance, now a ragged gap of light behind them.
Sky was standing at the edge of the shadows. Pale dappled light shone on his gray fur. "All the moss you could want," he announced, sweeping his tail around.
Tigerstar stared in amazement. Behind the old cat, the walls of the cave were covered with thick hanging clumps of moss. But what really astonished Tigerstar was the eerie glow that came from it.
"Shining moss!" Firestar gasped.
"It's perfectly safe," Sky assured her. "You can use it for carrying water as well as for bedding. No cat knows why it glows like that. This was called the Shining Cave," he went on. "No cat lived here, but the SkyClan medicine cats came to share tongues with their ancestors at each quarter moon."
Like the Moonstone. Tigerstar realized. This was exactly like how leaders and medicine cats communicate with their StarClan ancestors through the Moonstone. But instead of Mothermouth, the Shining Cave was where the leader and medicine cat would go to speak with StarClan.
"This is a wonderful discovery, Sky!" Firestar meowed. Seemingly having the same thoughts as Tigerstar.
Despite it's great importanceTigertar was relieved when the old cat led the way back to the sunlight.
Once they were all on the bank again, opposite the cave dens, Sky led them downstream until they reached the trees. Tigertar noticed that Sky's stiffness seemed to be wearing off; he moved like a younger cat, as if exploring his ancestors' territory
with visitors had given him another life. His tail held
erect, he followed a twisting path through the undergrowth, farther than Tigerstar and Firestar
had explored, until he reached a fallen tree that bridged the stream. Most of its branches had
rotted away, and its trunk had been scoured to a silvery gray.
Sky leaped onto it and trotted confidently across to the far bank. Tigerstar followed him and Firestar brought up the rear, acting more cautiously,
"This was the edge of SkyClan's territory," Sky announced as they joined him on the bank. "And
that's where I was born."
He waved his tail toward a small cave at the bottom of the cliff, its entrance sheltered by a straggling bush. The sandy floor was littered with sharp little stones; Tigerstar couldn't see the appeal of making a nest there. Let alone one meant for raising kits.
"What was your mother's name?" Firestar asked.
"Lowbranch," the old cat replied. "I never knew my
father—another rogue, I suppose. I had a littermate called Twig."
The mention of a mother brought back Tigerstar's own mother. Leopardfur was probably still watching over him. Even now she might be watching. Listening in on what Sky was telling them and watching Tigerstar's every action. He wanted to make her proud.
"Your mother must be brave to raise you all on her own." Tigerstar commented. Watching how Sky seemed to soften at his words.
"That she was." Sky meowed, seeming melancholy of a time long past. Quickly though he shook it off and kept leading them but this time swung around upstream.
Instead of returning to the caves, Sky began to climb the cliff again. This time there were no trails to follow; There were big rocks to climb and narrow ledges and sharp stones they had to tackle before they reached the top, by then Firestar was a scraped up panting mess and Tigerstar had to pull her up through most of it. Tigerstar was beginning to worry about the small flame-pelted ThunderClan leader. She wasn't built for this type of environment. Not like how Sky
and Tigerstar were.
Tigerstar allowed Firestar a moment to rest. And although Sky's tail was twitching impatiently, he
said nothing and waited until Firestar caught her breath. Then he turned to lead the way through
the strip of bushes and into the scrubland. Tigerstar and Firestar plunged into the undergrowth after him, and caught up to him a few tail-lengths into the open.
"Are we still in SkyClan territory?"
Sky angled his ears toward a tree stump that poked up out of a bramble thicket. "That marks the border. My mother said her mother remembered when it was a tree. And that thicket is where I caught my first mouse." His voice grew softer and he paused, as if he were looking back through long seasons to the young cat he had once been. Then a gleam of amusement appeared in his eyes. "Pricklenose was impressed," he added. "I never told her that the bramble thorns slowed the mouse down. It was an easy kill."
"Pricklenose?" Tigerstar meowed, a bit confused. "Didn't your mother teach you to hunt?" Wasn't
that usually how most rogues learn to hunt?.
"Pricklenose was my mother's friend. It was the custom for a mother cat to give her kits to
another to be trained. Pricklenose trained me and Twig, and my mother took her kits."
Firestar's ears pricked. "Why did they do that?"
Sky shrugged. "I don't know. It was the custom. Maybe they thought that a mother would be too
soft on her own kits, or that she would be tempted to hunt for them instead of teaching them to do it for themselves."
Tigerstar hummed but didn't comment. Although the reasoning was a good one he couldn't help but think that perhaps in a way it was their way of mentoring an apprentice. Perhaps some of the Clan's teachings remained but in a more distorted and misguided form.
"Lowbranch, Pricklenose, those sort of remind me of warrior name's." Tigerstar commented
Sky shrugged. "I don't know. It was the custom. Maybe they thought that a mother would be too
soft on her own kits, or that she would be tempted to hunt for them instead of teaching them to
do it for themselves."
"sounds like something a lea. I could give you similar name's that I've heard over countless moons."
"Don't start listing them all at once." Sky snorted. Although he did seem intrigued.
"Do the rogue she-cats still train one another's kits?"
Firestar asked Sky.
"I've no idea." Sky snapped. "I have nothing to do with the cats around here."
He set off again. They went a long way just so he could show them a dark hole amid the roots of
a gorse bush.
"That used to be a fox's den," he meowed. His gaze grew somber. "Two kits were killed there once, my mother said."
Tigerstar's fur bristled and he hastily tasted the air, but there was no fox scent there now. Fox's.
He hated fox's. The thought of them made his blood boil. Especially at the thought of them hurting one of his own kits.
"It's close to Twolegplace," Firestar commented, gazing toward the fences of the Twoleg nests.
"The nests used to be farther off, but then the Twolegs built more," Sky told her. His tail lashed.
"I can remember that happening when I was a kit. Huge monsters tearing up the ground, frightening off the prey with their noise."
Tigerstar shivered. He was used to monsters racing along Thunderpaths; he couldn't imagine what it would be like if they crashed their way into a Clan's territory, tearing up trees anddestroying the camp…then he had that awful memory of finding Firestar, back when she was still Fireheart, limp and bloody and lying in the middle of the Thunderpath with a younger terrified Cinderpaw trying in vain to drag her mentor back to safety.
He could still feel the terror that had shot through him when he had thought she was dead.
"Is that why SkyClan left the gorge?" she asked.
Sky narrowed his eyes. "No. Weren't you listening?
SkyClan was already scattered when the monsters came."
"Then why—"
Not waiting for Firestar to finish his question, Sky swung around and led them along the Twoleg
fences. Tigerstar's pelt began to bristle at the thought of being so close to Twolegs; he could see that Firestar was uneasy too.
"This place stinks." Tigerstar growled, completely disgusted with Twolegplace.
Sky gave a grunt of contempt. "Kittypets! What good are they? They can't even hunt."
Tigerstar wanted to agree, but Firestar was living proof that that was a lie. Only a special kind of
kittypet was able to be a true Clan cat. He could distinguish the scents of Cherry and Boris, but there was no sign of the two young cats. He felt disappointed; they were already terrified of
him and making them apologize to Sky would be satisfying to watch.
"A dog used to live in that nest," Sky meowed, waving his tail at the closest fence. "Every cat was scared of it, its bark was so fierce!" A hint of amusement crept into his voice. "One day Twig dared me to climb up on the fence and look at it. And do you know, the dog was no bigger than me! I snarled at it, and it went yelping back into its nest."
Tigerstar thought about the dog that he had fought days ago. In order to protect Snowy, a rather
toad-brained Twolegplace stray that didn't have a sense for danger even when it was in front of her whiskers.
"Now, in this nest," Sky went on, leading them farther
along the row, "the Twolegs were friendly. They used to leave out food." All the amusement vanished from his eyes and voice; a deep sadness swept over him, like the shadow of a cloud on a sunny day.
"What did they do?" Tigerstar questioned.
"Twig ate the food and decided it was easier than hunting." Sky's voice rasped in his throat. "He
went to live with the Twolegs. I never saw him again."
"Traitor." Tigerstar quietly hissed.
It reminded him to much about Pinestar. How he choose the easy life of a kittypet when his Clan
was going through the hardest period at the time. He didn't care that he had left behind his Clan,
his mate or his sick kits. When the going got tough, he turned tail and ran.
Sky sighs long-sufferingly.
Eventually they came to the end of the Twoleg fences. Now they walked alongside a shiny mesh
like silver cobweb that Tigerstar had gotten stuck in before in Twolegplaces. He tried his best not to touch it but when it brushed against him he let out a quiet hiss of disgust.
"We can go back now," Sky announced, stopping abruptly.
Firestar let out a meow of surprised at Tigerstar's side. The sky was still hazy and the day was not too hot to carry on. "Are we far out of SkyClan territory?" She asked.
"Far enough," Sky growled. His legs were stiff, his ears pricked, and his neck fur bristling. His
pale blue eyes darted swift glances from side to side.
How suspicious. Tigerstar fleetingly thought but the idea of getting out of Twolegplace outweighed his curiosity.
But Firestar looked around. Beyond the silver mesh was a broad expanse of white stone,
cracked and split with weeds. It surrounded a huge Twoleg nest that reminded Firestar of the
barn where Barley and Ravenpaw lived. But this barn was much bigger, with a shining silver roof and gaping holes in the sides. It didn't look as if any Twolegs lived here; all that Firestar could smell was Twoleg rubbish, crow-food, and rats. A ShadowClan cat might be happy to hunt there, but Firestar didn't want to set one paw inside the fence.
Sky's relief was obvious, his neck fur lying flat again as he began to lead the way back to the
gorge. Firestar didn't want to ask him what had disturbed him so deeply, and the old cat didn't
offer to explain.
As they drew closer to the cliff top, Sky slackened his pace. The forest cats guessed he was walking the paths of memory, lost among the shadows of his scattered kin and Clan. He slowed
But Firestar looked around. Beyond the silver mesh was a broad expanse of white stone,
cracked and split with weeds. It surrounded a huge Twoleg nest that reminded Firestar of the
barn where Barley and Ravenpaw lived. But this barn was much bigger, with a shining silver
roof and gaping holes in the sides. It didn't look as if any Twolegs lived here; all that Firestar
could smell was Twoleg rubbish, crow-food, and rats. A ShadowClan cat might be happy to hunt
Sky's relief was obvious, his neck fur lying flat again as he began to lead the way back to the
gorge. Firestar didn't want to ask him what had disturbed him so deeply, and the old cat didn't
offer to explain.
"There's not much we can do for him," Tigerstar replied, "we can't bring the dead back to life."
Firestar halted, her big jade eyes sparking. "Sure, we can't bring the dead back to life. But we've
proved that this is a place where cats can live. And there are plenty of cats around—kittypets and loners— to build up the Clan again. Some of them even have SkyClan blood."
Tigerstar halted as well, his massive head tilting to the side as his eyes narrowed. "Are you saying what I think your saying."
"Yes, Tigerstar," Firestar meowed. Looking more dedicated to this than she had originally. "Let's help rebuild SkyClan."
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Fun fact
Well currently I live in North Carolina where it was heavily hit by the hurricane and it completely wiped my town off the map. Everything is gone. All the businesses are destroyed and everyone has lost their jobs. Some of them aren't going to be reopening.
It's just one big mess. Been without power and water for weeks! Had to survive off of
bottle water and use the grill and can food. But all the food spoiled after a few days
because we didn't have any way to refrigerat it all. Also been isolated because of the
flooding boxed us in on all sides. Just one big mess!!! (Currently safe at a hotel)
Also this has given me a lot of time to create and upload chapters! So that's a good thing right?
Tigerstar does not like Twolegplace or most kittypets.
Tigerstar does not like Scratch.
Firestar is just her lovable obvious self.
It's just one big mess. Been without power and water for weeks! Had to survive off of
bottle water and use the grill and can food. But all the food spoiled after a few days
because we didn't have any way to refrigerat it all. Also been isolated because of the
flooding boxed us in on all sides. Just one big mess!!! (Currently safe at a hotel)
hatred of all things Twoleg.
Yeah! Rebuilding SkyClan is a go!!!
