Sagewhisker has been asleep by the time the battle patrol had returned. He didn’t want to miss the Medicine Cat Meeting, but he had no other choice. The lives of his Clanmates were at risk. If StarClan had something important to tell him, they would do it now as he slept, waiting for his Clanmates to return.

As he had hoped, his dream came from StarClan. Sagewhisker stood in a starry field. He looked around for anyone familiar, but there was no one there to speak to him. The tom began to walk through the field until it opened up beneath him. He was falling. He plummeted into freezing cold water. His limbs wouldn’t move. He was in shock. And then suddenly, he stood above the water, safe and sound on ice. This is certainly the weirdest dream I’ve had. He thought, flicking his drenched tail. He walked across the river until he stood in the center of Five Stones. He was then surrounded by a ring of fire, plants fuelling the flames. Wind pushed the flames into a vicious dance. Lightning cracked in the sky, a bolt striking ThunderClan’s pillar. Walls of ice rose from the river as water rose up to his paws. Every Element in the Valley was here. Every Element except Dark.

Suddenly, shadows wrapped around his paws, pulling him down before engulfing him in absolute darkness. The bright flames were no longer visible. He was brought to be standing, despite not having actually moved. StarClan cats surrounded him, all with different Soul Colours. One for each Element. ”Stop searching.” They had said in unison.

Sagewhisker woke up with a jolt, looking around frantically. What kind of twisted dream was that? He rose to his paws and shook out any loose moss or lichens from his white pelt before looking outside of his den. The battle patrol had returned. And Lynxstar had clearly been bested by Ravenstar: A damned fool. We told him he shouldn’t have provoked her like that. He thought. A lecture would be in order. He looked at all his Clanmates. So far at first glance, no wounds would be fatal. That was a relief. ”If you’ve got just a few small scratches, please start by licking them until I’m finished with any major wounds.” He called.

”Lynxstar! A word, please?” Sagewhisker’s green eyes fell on the badly wounded leader. StarClan would have healed any fatal wounds, but he knew Lynxstar was bound to get one infected if he didn’t treat him as soon as possible. He also needed to discuss the Dream with him as well.

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For what seemed like an eternity, the chocolate warrior felt nothing but a certain...hollowness, following the end of the battle with DarkClan. That pathetic tom had kept her for too occupied, forcing her to miss her chance. For several moments, seething rage had made her blood boil over, especially when word rode on the wind that Lynxstar had lost a life. That had been her role to play, how dare Ravenstar attempt to bend Mouseclaw's destiny?!

Her eyes gleamed darkly from their narrowed sockets, with the brooding female hanging at the rear of the crowd, her mind dark and unhinged as her muscles tensed with a longing, a desire to accomplish what she had planned for so many moons. We will figure out what to do from here, Lynxstar. Stiffly she rose to her paws, bristling figure creeping closer to her brother like a forgotten shadow, nothing but background noise that should be dismissed. As sudden as a turning tide, that hollowness left her belly and adrenaline kicked in with a vicious need to supplant the larger littermate she deemed unfit to rule. The movement the she-cat made that had started out slow and steady changed into something unpredictable and animal-like as she hurled herself at her blood brother, jaws snapping at him mercilessly with no sign of relenting.

The battle was over, but the war had only just begun.

His time had come, same as hers: it was her fate that she spill the blood that they shared, to make ThunderClan open their eyes at long last. "Your time to rest has come, brother."

Pain seared briefly through the warrior's ears as her brother began to fight back, allowing herself to retreat to she may face him in an epic manner that she was certain he'd remember for the rest of his worthless life...if he lived after she was finished with him. Keeping her dagger-like fangs bared, her eyes briefly darted over to Sagewhisker but, without waiting for a response from him, returned back to Lynxstar.

"You've led ThunderClan for far too long, Lynxstar, and at this rate, you'll drive us into the dirt." Her posture remained hostile, although she temporarily straightened herself to appear superior, despite the clear difference in size. "You can't even defeat DarkClan, yet you pine after them like a kitten who never got his way. So I'm here to finally knock you off your high horse and save ThunderClan before you lose it!" Speaking of losing things, the chocolate she-cat had clearly lost her mind, and the wild gleam in her eyes wasn't the only dead giveaway.

Lowering herself to the ground with hackles bristling once more, she attempted a second onslaught. There was no point in attempting to use powers- she may have been smaller than her infamous brother, but she was confident in her battling skills using tooth-and-claw, just like her ancestors.

Blaze Thorne

Lynxstar gave a glance to Hollyfoot as she burst into the medicine den, snarling a reprimand at Mouseclaw. He nearly followed it up with a reproach of his own, when Briarsong came between them, summoning ivy stalks that threatened to wrap around him. He ignored his deputy's stare, but made no move away or towards his attacker. "Even if you were to kill me somehow," he started, raising a eye ridge as if daring her to try anything at all, "What would happen afterward, hm? If something happens to me, then Newtpaw will take over as leader, not you. If something happens to Newtpaw, then Briarsong takes over, and after her, Owlpaw. The cycle will only continue and after what you have just done, no one will even think of choosing you as their deputy, much less a leader. Even if you do manage to become leader of Thunderclan, what then? You becoming leader will not make all of the clan's problems suddenly disappear, in fact, they will only increase tenfold." he growled, his tail lashing wildly behind him.

"You might as well give up and walk away, Mouseclaw. It's clear you've spent far too long with your head in the clouds, and you are lucky that I have not exiled you by now." he said, before turning to Briarsong. "Her Trial will begin at the first light of dawn tomorrow, I am assigning Copperlight and Vixenleap to make sure she does not try to escape. Please inform them of this, she is not to leave to camp until you or I say so."

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"You should be ashamed." The warrior's disposition changed to something seething with uncontrollable rage to something significantly more cold and distant. Her comment was directed at her sister without properly glancing at her, as if she was disgusted by the mere presence of Hollyfoot. "You grovel at his paws like he's StarClan itself, you cower behind his words because you fear being an individual. Maybe I'll go down as an exiled ThunderClan warrior...but you, Hollyfoot, you will be nothing but a warrior, nothing but a pawn that will be long forgotten in our history." Mouseclaw paid no mind to the deputy's threatening words, as her focus was solely on the family feud she had at her paws.

Vixenleap? Really? "Of course you pick that ginger idiot of all cats, Lynxstar. You continue to disappoint me, in your actions and your choice of lady-friends. I'm shocked she's not drowning in your spawn..." Coldness that existed earlier had entirely melted away, replaced by heavy sarcasm and the same wrath that tinged her voice previously. Her muscles were tense and her posture stiff, yet she remained as still as stone. "Mark my words, brother...the day that red-furred fleabag, or any other fool for that matter, has your kits...you better keep them close." The chocolate molly never made threats lightly, and boy- did she mean those words. She would ensure that whatever pain he might suffer from underneath her wicked claws would be felt well beyond her disappearance.

Death, even.

"Enough of your pitiful preaching- just die already!" Like something was mentally switched on, her movements were still no longer. The warrior lunged forward once more with her claws outstretched, before any restraints could hold her back. She no longer cared for glory or leadereship- she just wanted to leave a lasting impact.

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