"That thing threatened kits. Defenseless kits who came tumbling up to it. And it terrified them and then tried to attack. The fact that Dewstar is fine with it living among us after that..." He shuddered. Fogmask could never forgive Rockpath for such actions. A true warrior would never do such malicious things, and that's what drove him nuts. Rockpath claimed to be a warrior now, but she would never be one.
Goosecall slowly opened his eyes, recognizing the territory of Starclan. "Oh no. No, no, no." He moaned, scrambling to his feet, pale eyes looking about wildly. "Wake up. Come on. Wake up!" He pleaded desperately to himself, knowing that if he stayed here, a conversation would have to happen, and he desperately wanted to avoid that.





