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Time seemed to stretch on as what appeared to be the last of the clans made it to fourtrees, littering the sacred ground with broken and distraught cats. Skipperclaw's watchful amber eyes, impassive once more after the awe of the stars melted back into the gloom, locked onto individuals as they moved about; most seemed to prefer to keep to themselves, as he had, to silently grieve. However, here and there, cats were slowly starting to gravitate back together, lifetimes of the warrior lifestyle rendering them better off with each other than without. One tom had limped into the clearing- Hawkstep, he recalled after a moment, a RiverClan tom -and had headed straight for Waspleaf. While Waspleaf wasn't even of Hawkstep's clan, Skipperclaw noted, she was a 'common ground' sort of cat on account of her rank; a medicine cat should help without too many qualms whether they belonged to your clan or not. Besides, the RiverClan medicine cat was one of the many who hadn't appeared. Skipperclaw's eyes found Liontail once more, curiosity sparking within him as he realized that even if they somehow tried to scrape the four clans apart again, there simply weren't even enough trained cats to do some of the most crucial work.

He had just begun analyzing the ShadowClan cats, the only clan to regroup, when Splashpelt suddenly padded forward, moving toward the center of the clearing as she called everyone's attention to her. Skipperclaw could almost feel her keyed-up energy, the light shiver of her disheveled pelt a clear indication of her nerves. His ears twitched as she suggested moving away on account of the sparks reigniting. After the rain, he highly doubted it; while it may not have completely dampened the coals, the new moisture that surrounded them would make it that much harder for it to catch on any scale again. No, he didn't think another fire would be too much of a concern. However, it would be far from productive if they all just sat around staring at the newly decimated burial grounds that were their former territories, so he found himself agreeing with her anyways.

Then, his eyes locked back on her face and he grew very still as she boldly suggested that everyone should band together. The thought had crossed his own mind, especially as he'd assessed the fact that there were only two medicine cats, but to throw it out there like that- a flash of admiration warmed Skipperclaw for a moment. Splashpelt may have been sweet, but she was certainly not a coward. Skipperclaw cast his amber eyes back out to the rest of the cats, wondering how they felt about it. He couldn't help but look at the ShadowClan cats again; they could pose a problem as the only clan to regroup.

Somehow- spurred on by some sort of inspiration he couldn't really understand -Skipperclaw found himself joining his former clanmate in front of the skeptical eyes of the gathered cats, squaring his shoulders. "I agree," he meowed. The silence stretched for a moment too long, so he got the urge to shuffle his paws, but he resisted, just staring with hard amber eyes into the throng of cats and hoping that his added statement would help them take Splashpelt's suggestion more seriously. "We may come from different clans, but we're warriors. Survivors. It's only logical to stick together and move on."

[crash the mode]

CLEARMORNING
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where fourtrees · with puddlepaw, sootpaw, splashpelt (ment.) · feeling still exhausted, faintly relieved

indentWhen finally she tore her eyes away from the stars Clearmorning blinked down over the small crowd gathered at Fourtrees. It was dismal, to say the least, but she took heart in seeing some of her younger clanmates. She was very glad to see them, even if she couldn't feel particularly happy at just that moment. The two apprentices which she recognized looked about as worn out as she felt-- for a fleeting moment she wondered just how her own ash-covered, rain-soaked pelt looked --and Clearmorning approached them individually. Her dear Puddlepaw received a good deal of fuss as she pressed her nose to several points along his flank to assure herself that he was still in one piece. She rested her head for a moment against the crown of his own, muttering quiet thanks to StarClan for this small but incredible mercy. Clearmorning ushered Sootpaw to her side with wide sweeps of her tail, pulling the she-cat close and giving her a smiliar once-over. Sootpaw hadn't been her apprentice, and in fact she didn't think they'd been close, but the poor dear was no doubt confused and frightened as the rest of them. She doted on the apprentices in part to distract herself from the cruelty of her losses, despite how whole-heartedly she felt her relief.

indentThe same molly who'd gasped and alerted the small gathering to the parting of the clouds spoke, then, and her words made sense. Clearmorning was at a loss herself for what to do. Surely anything was better than remaining in lonesome groups of two or three or four. She glanced back at the pair of RiverClan apprentices and considered them for a time. What Splashpelt said made sense, and her speculations about the safety of numbers were for the best of the cats which remained, including these young ones. When she spoke it was with more emotion in her voice than perhaps she intended. "Yes, please, we should leave." Clearmorning's voice wavered a bit, and she waited as well for the approval of the others. Those of her own clan were still the most important voices to her, though they were few in number. She looked across the clearing to Hawkstep, with the WindClan medicine cat, and back again to the deliberation which had started among the ThunderClan cats. And of course it would be ThunderClan who made the decisions-- That doesn't matter.

indentClearmorning stood again and took a half-dozen steps forward, intent now on listening to and absorbing all that was being said.

LIONTAIL
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where fourtrees · with splashpelt, skipperclaw · feeling tired, determined

indentLiontail heard Splashpelt's words and knew they were only logical. He knew this, inherently as his survival instinct would tell him. Despite what were sensible suggestions and common sense, Liontail still looked upon some of the other clan cats with distrust. Skipperclaw was the next to voice his opinion-- agreement. Liontail hadn't known what to expect when he'd started speaking, and so couldn't say he was surprised or expecting that response. It could just have been that Skipperclaw wasn't a complete mousebrain. A lifetime of fear and prejudice didn't disappear in the time it took for a forest to burn. His tail continued to thrash behind him, but he said nothing against them. "Did you have anywhere in mind?" He asked instead, and it may have been antagonizing. It was uncommon of a warrior to leave their clan's territory if not to journey to Mothermouth, and he himself wasn't familiar with much of the land outside of ThunderClan's borders. It was possible, though, that even knowing this without a leader to guide them this ragtag bunch would just pick up and start walking in any given direction. It might be enough to get away from the fire-affected area now, but these cats needed water and rest.

indentHe once again turned his eyes to the stars, but they offered nothing but their harsh, cold glimmer in return. He expected nothing more. It was, after all, unlike StarClan to work more than one miracle in a single night. They must have used up all of their energy dispersing those rain clouds. "I'm not saying we shouldn't leave, because we should--" Difficult to say, given he'd spent his life here, but there was very little of that life left here now, "But it's open to suggestions." His eyes then panned over the rest of the gathering. Why not? Nobody was more qualified than anybody else anymore.

[ser]

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Batpaw felt his brother's muscles move beneath him, rippling under his thin sheet of fur; he was stirring, which meant Batpaw could lay no longer. The apprentice slowly leaned himself forward, releasing Russetpaw from his servitude, and propped his head on his shoulders. After a few moments of clearing his initial dizziness, Batpaw began to prod his fears - he finally started to examine the cats gathered at four-trees, trying to find out exactly who survived. His head moved slowly, surveying with great caution, but mostly faint and distant figures appeared to him, proving his efforts futile; until, he snapped to one familiar bright, calico pelt - Splashpelt. A sudden fire rose in his heart; he was overjoyed to find out his mentor had survived, and his hopes for other Thunderclan cats rose. Before he could countinue identifying cats, however, his attention was captured when the aforementioned she-cat began to speak.

He clung to every word she spoke, feeling proud a Thunderclan cat had been the first to clear the air, yet he felt disturbed by the presence of the others - how would they react? And furthermore, how was it possible that everyone was to travel together, relinquishing the ties of clans? Batpaw shuddered at the idea; he had only been to one gathering before in his life, and while he enjoyed meeting and mingling with cats of other clans, Thunderclan was safe to him. The very thought of leaving his home behind, even if it was just ashen dust now, struck fear into his heart. It would mean accepting that their past life was no longer salvageable, and to allow everything to change. Batpaw felt he was chewing off more than he could swallow, just by listening, and began to feel his body recoil into itself.

Soon, other voices began to chime in, and Batpaw looked to them in a flurry, worry and anxiety rising, the commotion growing. Although he recognized the need for safety, he couldn't help but feel crushed, watching everything he had ever known, loved, and been taught, begin to dissipate; the final pieces of straw had been lit, and now, he was just grasping at the smoke.

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former tc apprentice | four-trees | @splashpelt

Russetpaw decided to gain a better vantage point of the present gathering; although he wanted no part of it, he simply wanted to be made aware of any ongoing plans, as to prepare himself and Batpaw. He attempted to gently slide out from underneath his lean brother, but instead clumsily pushed him off; he watched as his brother, mostly unperturbed, simply shifted to another position, yet still remained in a disheveled stance. Russetpaw shook his head, and began to stroll towards his fellow Thunderclan cats, following their welcoming scent, until he heard a most pleasant voice rise above the crowd. It was Splashpelt, one of their very own warriors, and further recognized as Batpaw's mentor, whom he often raved about.

Listening to her speak, he felt conflicted at the idea of the clans joining in together. While he harbored no issue with leaving the clans behind, given that they were all charred to bits anyways, he realized that a lot was to change, as to ensure the clans worked together. In fact, he very soon garnered the sense that this was to be much more than the clans simply traveling together. A slow dread built-up in regards to this journey, whatever it would entail, and however they would accomplish it, as it was certain to be filled with trials and tribulations. For once, he missed his simple Thunderclan life - the explorations through the forest, the sun-bathing in the clearings, the friendly chatter between his family and clanmates; he never really knew how good he had it, until it was gone.

[xayah]

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.: Riverclan warrior .:. at Fourtrees .:. tags- Waspleaf, Splashpelt, Skipperclaw, Liontail, everyone :.

Hawkstep let out a sigh of relief as Waspleaf inspected his paw. He noticed the subtle worry she tried to hide and he couldn't blame her. These were trying times for every cat. They would all have to readjust and move on whether they stayed together or not. He winced as she removed the thorn, fur bristling. Suddenly he felt like a kit that wandered into the medicine den with his first cut. Surrounded by cats he had been raised to be cautious of, to never trust or befriend, and the situation he was in became all too real. His home was really gone. All of their homes were gone. The feeling of moss between his toes brought him back and he stared at his paw incredulously. "T-Thank you, Waspleaf." he bowed his head towards the molly politely before settling down a few mouse-lengths away. "I can say the same to you, too," he paused, noticing how stiff Waspleaf seemed. "or any cat."

A loud call brought Hawkstep's attention forward. His shoulders relaxed as he watched Splashpelt take charge, genuinely interested in what she had to say. She looked nervous up there in front of the gathered cats and a jolt and sympathy surged through him. Nevertheless, somebody had to do it. At Splashpelt's suggestion of leaving together Hawkstep couldn't help but rise to his paws, fur standing up and eyes narrowing. All of his life he'd known Riverclan as his only ally and family. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Yet a small part of him felt comfortable with this proposal. His mind raced back to the stars a moment before. Had that been a sign? He tossed a quick glance at Waspleaf curious if she had perhaps received a message from Starclan. But the Windclan molly only seemed interested in what Splashpelt had to say.

Slowly but surely more cats began speaking up, most agreeing with the Thunderclan warrior. Hawkstep stared slightly in awe as Skipperclaw joined in. He'd always harbored a bit of admiration for the ginger tom and was maybe a little jealous of his muscular build and stoic expression. The tom made a fair point. They may come from different clans but if they wished to move on they'd benefit from coming together. As he gathered his thoughts he recognized Clearmorning's voice. His clanmate sat with a couple of Riverclan apprentices. Her voice sounded so small as she spoke in agreement. If she thought it was the right thing to do then he didn't see why he should argue. "Me too." Hawkstep finally spoke up. "As Splashpelt said, it's too dangerous to stay here now. Whose to say another disaster won't strike? Not to mention any prey that's still here would never be enough to sustain an entire clan." He cast his gaze around the assembled cats, giving each a short stare in turn.

The next issue, however, was finding somewhere to live. If the remaining cats agreed on staying together they'd need a new home that could support them. A tiny speck in the bottom of Hawkstep's heart urged him to return to the Riverclan camp. But would it even still be there? Were any of the clans camps still there? And even if by some miracle they could continue living here there was no way they'd manage for very long. As Liontail spoke up Hawkstep stared at him with steady eyes. The Thunderclan medicine cat had voiced exactly his thoughts. Just where? Hawkstep worked his paws into the ground, his claws tearing up dirt. "Anywhere?" his voice was quiet. "You're a medicine cat, has Starclan shown you anything?" Hawkstep added nervously. If the fire had been caused by their ancestors maybe they intended for the cats to move. They wouldn't just abandon them altogether...would they?

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.: Shadowclan apprentice .:. at Fourtrees .:. tags- Spiderfur, Rowanflight, Shadowpaw :.

Leafpaw startled as the familiar scent of Shadowclan hit her nose. She sat up a little straighter and looked around desperate to see a friendly face. As Spiderfur approached her muscles relaxed and she touched her nose to his. "I thought I was the only one left." she mewed quietly. She followed the older warriors eyes as he spotted Rowanflight not too far off and signaled her over. As her clanmates slowly appeared she found herself thinking maybe they'd be alright. Not much later Shadowpaw turned up as well and came bounding over to the group. Leafpaw had always looked up to the older apprentice for being able to take the risks she herself couldn't. She flicked the mollys shoulder with her tail before adding softly, "I'm glad you guys made it." and turned her attention to the calico near the center of the clearing.

Of course it was a Thunderclan cat. Leafpaw wasn't surprised. Leave it to those stinky forest cats to boss everyone around. Did this flea-for-brains really expect them to come together? Leafpaw laughed at the idea. But as more cats began to agree she stared at them truly astonished. "Are they serious?" She scoffed. "I'd rather eat kittypet pellets!" Her bristled and her tail flicked angrily. She didn't care what they thought. Shadowclan cats were strong, they could overcome anything. Yet Leafpaw wasn't so sure of her own feelings. What was left back home? Surely their camp had been destroyed by the fire, it would take moons to rebuild it if they even could. So she shut her mouth and listened instead. Maybe they were right after all. Though Leafpaw would never admit it.

[Lady Masquerade]

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{ she-cat | rc warrior | twenty-nine moons | clearmorning ; everyone else }




The snowy white she-cat had been on a training patrol with her apprentice, Troutpaw, shortly before it all happened. The two of them had gone alone, as Troutpaw was rather shy around the other cats and often doubted his abilities when it came to warrior training. Palefrost had been worried about him since he was given his name, curious as to if the tom would've been better suited as a Medicine Cat Apprentice. "You'll be fine," She reminded him, stopping to sit at the edge of the water. "keep your paw raised in the air, claws out and ready. Don't lose focus of the water either." After carefully listening to her words, the brown spotted tom had settled himself by the water and leaned over it's edge, looking closely for signs of fish. His form shadowed the water, giving smaller minnows a scare and sending them darting away.
"Lean back a bit, so your shadow isn't showing. The fish will only swim off if the water around them suddenly becomes darker." Using her paws, she gently pushed him back until his shadow wasn't over the edge of the stream. "There we are. Now, wait until a fish comes along and grab it." With a steady not, Troutpaw looked to the water and waited for his prey. As he did so, Palefrost took a few moments to scan the horizon of the territory, watching the rolling moors faint in the distance. Her eyes followed each curve of the hills until traveling over to the forests of ThunderClan territory.

For a few moments, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Then the she-cat noticed the thick, blackening smoke that was absorbing the trees along both ShadowClan and ThunderClan. "Oh, StarClan no!" She yowled, standing up in a manner of terror that caused her apprentice to flinch and look up with wide, worried eyes. "Palefrost, I'm sorry! Did I do something wrong?" He asked, though it only took a few moments for his amber gaze to follow hers, settling on the monstrous smoke. For a few moments the pair just stood in disbelief, only coming to their senses once loud yowls of fear were heard from up the slope. "RiverClan!"
Turning around, the she-cat flew up the grassy slope towards the camp, pushing through the thick reeds that made the entrance to where all her clanmates resided. As she did so, multiple cats began pushing their way out, the smell of smoke thick on their pelts. "Run away, the camp is catching fire!" Someone shrieked into her ears, unidentifiable against the midst of all the colorful cats and the smell of fear.
Crackling and snapping could be heard as the fire raged through the camp, destroying the trees and dens that Palefrost had called home for so long. Without wanting to see the painful sights anymore, the she-cat turned around and bolted towards the water, knowing that she would be unharmed there. Guilt surged in her heart as she saw some cats running for the moors while others ran off to the trees, forgetting that as a unit they should be sticking together. We will find each other once the fire dies down..it'll be okay. Not bothering to test how cold the waters were, Palefrost dived right in with powerful strokes to distance herself from the land. The only place she could think of taking safety in was the Fourtrees, known as being a sacred place of peace between the Clans.

Dragging herself up onto the island of trees, she was relieved to see a few other cats standing among themselves with just as much worry. With heavy pawsteps given the wetness of her thick fur, she padded up to the crowd. I hope Troutpaw is okay.. there has to be another RiverClan warrior here. It was as though StarClan had come down to answer her prayers just then, as the she-cat noticed the silver tabby standing not too far off, agreeing with someone else that the group of remaining cats should be leaving. "Clearmorning!" She called out, not caring if anyone else had heard as she rushed over to the she-cat. Even though her fur was still soaking wet, she stayed close to the other warrior, touching her nose to Clearmorning's ear in happiness. "Are we leaving? I don't see any of the leaders." Observing the clearing, it suddenly felt like a heavy stone was stuck in her stomach, weighing her down. Troutpaw wasn't anywhere to be seen. He'll turn up. Sitting down, she wrapped her tail around her paws. "Who will lead?"

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The adrenaline that had coursed through the young molly whilst she had addressed the crowd had dissipated fast. It wasn't until other cats stepped forward and intoned their agreement with her that she started to feel better. Of course not everybody felt as pleased with the idea as others did, but that was to be expected. She couldn't ask all of these cats to abandon the only place they had known as home and expect them all to just leave without any resistance. As she much as she wanted to be able to answer all of the questions being thrown around she just didn't know how. She knew as much as the others when it came to the territory beyond Clan land. She was feeling nervous and as though she had massively put her paw in it by even standing up in front of everyone. She wished she could answer the questions with some confidence but she really had no idea. She was struggling for words when Hawkstep's question to Liontail caught her attention. Her ears swivelled towards the medicine tom and she cast her gaze to him searchingly. Hoping he would answer and that their ancestors hadn't abandoned them entirely.

She watched Liontail with a shiver of anticipation coursing through her system. She knew the clearing of the clouds she had seen earlier was a sign of some sorts, but not being a medicine cat she wasn't in tune with StarClan like Liontail was. Splashpelt kneaded the ground anxiously and shifted her gaze around the gathered cats. The feeling of apprehension was palpable between all of the cats and Splashpelt was uncertain whether or not a fight would break out. She only hoped that a sign was given soon so that the cats would have some sense of direction. She hated not having any sort of idea of what to do next, the worry of what had happened had also affected each of the cats. She prayed to StarClan that all of the cats could eventually get over their prejudices of each other and learn to get along. This did not mean she didn't understand the way that the other cats felt. Her own eyes flicked to where the proud Thunderclan's territory had once stood and a montage of bittersweet memories reverberated through her head like lost ghosts. She remembered the day she had become an apprentice, hunting and fighting with her mentor, becoming a warrior for the first time, her first crush on Liontail when she had barely been an apprentice, her later crush on Hawkstep after admiring him from afar at a gathering, laughing and training with Russetpaw, comforting him when he needed it and living her life to the fullest as a proud warrior. She could feel her eyes welling up and she blinked to refocus herself on the task at hand, her eyes lifting to the medicine cat once more.

[crash the mode]

LIONTAIL
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where fourtrees · with splashpelt, hawkstep, skipperclaw · feeling tired, determined

indentVoices of other cats were chiming in with their own ideas, now, though some were less than helpful. Figures they would be ShadowClan, he thought, but he couldn't blame them. It was a lot to take in. One of the more recognizable voices was that of a RiverClan warrior, Hawkstep. The large tom was agreeing with them, for which Liontail was grateful, but seemed just as lost as the rest of them. He would be important in bringing the cats together-- this much was obvious from his ability to stand and address the clans at all, but Liontail had to wonder how fit he was. His tone left much to be desired.

indent"You would have me go searching for a sign?" He bit out, a challenge in his voice. Earlier the clouds had parted. That had been a 'sign'. A sign that they were allowed to live where StarClan hadn't saved their fellows. "Ask the other one."

indentThough Liontail said these things, when he turned and scanned the tree line he was searching. He knew very little about messages from StarClan which weren't given through the Moonstone. The forest had been peaceful for moons and nothing before this night had necessitated interference. His eyes, which had been roving the clearing, caught sight of a shifting branch. Very few trees had leaves any longer, but the ones which grew around the Fourtrees were still thick and green, so the flutter of the leaves was easy to spot. A solitary bird rocketed out of its cover and flew across the clearing,
gliding swiftly over the tops of the trees on the other side. As Liontail watched the bird pass out of sight he seemed to be blinded by the stars behind it. He stood very still and let the light which clouded his eyes pass through him without even the twitch of a whisker. It was painful somewhere at the back of his skull, but more importantly and more prominently he understood what was to be done.


"Fire bright the clans must fall,
Four unite, the ragged call.
The Skipper must take up the lead,
The Hawk his second, deputy.

The unmarked path holds danger, heed:
for thunder decimates with greed,
nature turns quite quick, indeed,
and water suffocates unseen.

You must travel long and fast,
as tribulations strike your path,
but in the end you'll see the glow,
Where sun meets earth, you'll be at home."


indentThe light faded and by increments Liontail's body relaxed. He turned his eyes down-- partly in the hopes that it would prevent a repeat episode, illogical as that was. Behind him he could hear the voices of the other cats, didn't know whether they'd seen his reaction to nothing they would have perceived. He turned his head slowly to look at Waspleaf where she sat alone behind Hawkstep. She didn't seem as rattled as he felt. Only him, then.

indentHe turned slowly, still a bit frightened by the whole experience. The pain, he was certain, was a light punishment for his brashness, but still he wished nothing like it would happen again. Liontail felt a peck of shame for his earlier words, knowing what he now knew, but still had to speak. When he began it was with some trouble, a slurring on his tongue, but he eased into the words the longer they went. StarClan's poeticism was lost on him. They said must.

indent"I know," At the weakness of his voice Liontail paused before continuing, "We'll need to follow the sun. When it sets, that's the direction we'll go." After that terrible excuse for an explanation Liontail shook his head and repeated verbatim what StarClan had told him, odd rhymes and all. He may have had all the answers, but he didn't have all of the answers. Pieces were confusing, pieces like the entire middle bit. Sure, he was smart, but he was tired.

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where fourtrees · with palefrost, gathered cats · feeling still exhausted

indentClearmorning had been listening intently to the other cats as they deliberated, her thoughts interrupted by the crash of another cat flying into the clearing. The white warrior pelted into her side with a relieved shout and Clearmorning almost found it in her to laugh at Palefrost's enthusiastic greeting. Still, the reason Palefrost was so excited to see her wasn't forgotten, and Clearmorning thought back to her doting on the apprentices just moments ago. The grey molly reciprocated the other's relief, but kept her voice down when she replied, "The leaders don't seem to have made it." She watched Palefrost drop dejectedly to sitting and nudged her flank with her own. They'd think of something, they must.

indentSquabbling, again, amongst the most take-charge of the cats. And of course, the cats who were most likely to speak were mostly likely to hate being spoken against. She paid attention still, listening to Hawkstep and the ThunderClan medicine cat debate the ways of StarClan as if it would help them. Liontail turned away, but left the others to their discussion. Clearmorning was too invested in what was being said to notice how the mottled tom took pause not three pawsteps from the gathering or how his silence stretched on for some moments. It was when he turned back to them and spouted off verses that Clearmorning felt the weight of their situation fall on them once again. If StarClan were interfering for the second time in one night, what must it mean for the journey ahead? What did the journey ahead itself mean?