Seastar
Head Warrior
BreezeClan Leader[M0n:-838]
The Clans will live on.[D3v:sarCAsum0]
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Post by Seastar on May 14, 2011 16:50:54 GMT -8
Leopardpelt felt like he was falling, falling, falling... He could not feel. He was neither warm or cold, heavy or light. He was falling through a swirling mass of blur, yet he was not moving. He wanted subconsciously to close his eyes, but he had none. Then how was he seeing? Then he awoke. How could I wake up if I was not asleep? he thought. Slowly, he remembered his death in his den, beside Cloudshine, Nightstar, and Mudpaw. This... this must be StarClan. He had not fully registered his surroundings. He blinked, and saw a wide, lush, grassy field. Cats were playing, some young, some old, catching butterflies, rolling around happily. He rose, and felt he was not sluggish or weak anymore. He felt like he could leap over Moonpeak and run across all four Clans. He felt gleeful and reborn, as if he were a kit again. This is amazing, Leopardpelt thought. "Welcome, my descendant." a soft voice said. Leopardpelt turned around effortlessly, and there stood a gray cat with a crusted nose. He purred and meowed "I am Runningnose. I was of ShadowClan, one of the ancient Clans, and I am one of your ancestors." Leopardpelt felt like he could yowl in happiness. He was here, really here. But then something came over him. " Traitor..." he whispered. Runningnose closed his eyes. "Yes..." came the grave whisper.
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