Post by Ginger on Jun 24, 2020 23:32:46 GMT -5
nightclan warrior 38 moons
It had been an eventful night of patrolling the territory and making sure that TreeClan's scent did not venture too far into NightClan's territory.
Frostjaw disagreed with what Darkstar had done by compromising with Lionstar. Compromising with the enemy, especially a weaker one, meant bringing oneself lower to sin. However, he had held his tongue when she had announced to the clan the compromise - he would not jeopardize the lives of his legacies inside of the leader by making her angry. He had stayed calm and collected as always, despite frustration brewing within him.
The chosen should not barter with those who had cast away the light of StarClan.
The large tom shook his head clear of his frustrations as he walked through the camp's entrance, his patrol behind him. He was not expecting to hear a loud yowling coming from the nursery.
That could only mean one thing. Two powerful bloodlines were about to be united in the flesh of their children. This was a glorious day.
In a few bounds, Frostjaw made his way into the nursery, only to see Darkstar laying in a growing pool of blood, her breathing labored and choppy.
Where were the kits?
Blue eyes narrowing, Frostjaw rushed to Darkstar's side. "What do you think you're doing?" she snapped at him. "Get me Shadowchaser and get out of his way!"
A flash of anger lit Frostjaw's face, but he put it away just as quickly as it had come. She was speaking out of pain.
Frostjaw poked his head out of the nursery, Darkstar's blood on the tips of his neck fur. He couldn't help that his long hair got caught on everything. "Shadowchaser, your leader needs you," he bellowed, praying to StarClan that the medicine cat would be there in time to extract NightClan's future warriors out of their weak and dying vessel.
If Darkstar died, she would come back to life... But would the kits?
only in darkness can you see the stars
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