(Tw for blood and death) He padded up to the near empty camp which belonged to Flurryclan, not to look back, but to see who survived, and throughout all the scattered bodies, pools of metallic red, those storm knew, those she had never met but in passing. … … … /gone/ … … … Dead, they were all dead … … … Silently tucking his paws in storm payed respect, tears bit at her eyes, not to Starclan, those rat hearts could be all forgotten about. To the ones who perished, young and old, tall and short, light and heavy. /Everyone/ Even Irispaw, Sizzlingstar, gone too. Tears sweelled even more as he looked at the orange they-cat. Storm gave a personal thank you to them, they earned it. … … … Shanking hard she peered at the sky, … … … And cursed Starclan. If they were truly all powerful then they abandoned Flurryclan, to its very end, they let everyone die. … If they weren’t, they were pathological liars not to be trusted. … … … He made a choice. … … … Peering once more at the former leader storm decided this would never happen again. She would gather everyone who perished, starclan, dark forest, and shades like him, to train the next generation, after all, they had forever, and the generation after that, again and again. “This should never happen again” storm whispered to herself, he didn’t like having to gather starclan cats, but storm had to do what she had to do.
Idea by @staticdreaming Sizzilingstar owned by @_-Atla-Drowmay-_ Irispaw owned by @Hawkstar111
