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- oh i am death
and none can tell
if I open the door
to heaven or hell
no land, no wealth
no silver or gold,
nothing satisfies
me but your soul.
I come to take the
body and leave it cold.
oh death, oh death
won't you spare me over
for another year?
- death has come to the clans, and her name is Pitchstar. Prophecies often tell about cats blessed by the powers of Starclan, but they never tell of those who were touched by those who linger in the Place of No Stars. Perhaps if they had, they would have stood a chance against Pitchstar and her Dawnclan. Given the power to steal lives, cats of Stormclan, Fireclan, Reedclan, and Cavernclan all watched in horror as Pitchstar slaughtered their leaders, stealing their lives and forcing their warriors to watch as she killed them, again, and again, and again.
- Those who wished to live swore their loyalty to Pitchstar, and became warriors of the new Dawnclan. Pitchstar bid her Clan to forget whatever they thought of Starclan, for, if they hadn't warned them of her arrival, then surely it must be either providence that they meant to fall at her paws, or simply that Starclan didn't care what became of their loyal followers. The promise of power was seductive enough for others to join at her side, betraying their kin and helping her, in the end, to dispatch any rebels.
- But she didn't get them all. Rebellion lives in the heart of the new Dawnclan, and in the whispers of the wood where some had fled from the great battles of the clans. They speak of overthrowing Pitchstar, of restoring the clans to what they were or of creating something entirely new. Will the rebellion succeed in throwing over this new tyrannical leader, or will they too become like those who had first opposed her, and their blood join in what had already been spilled?



















