The Warnings

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Clouds of mist pooled around the undergrowth of unknown territory. A long stretch of plain hid inside the mist, as though hiding from an unseen predator. The sky was missing, and thousands upon thousands of miles of land were shrouded inside the mist, which was currently growing deeper and stronger into a stuffy fog. Two shadows appeared upon the rise of a small hill, their profiles unseen to the world of StarClan. The smaller shadow, a hypothesis to be a she-cat, spoke first, hardening the fact. "Flareclaw, this mist has never been known to StarClan before. What do you think it means?" The larger of the two spoke then. "Please do not ask me of what I do not know, Startail." he replied. The two shadows leaped down from the hill as one, and began to walk calmly through the fog as though it ceased to exsist. "The forest is also unusually silent." Startail continued to observe. Flareclaw nodded in agreement. "And it cannot be a sign, because who could recieve it from?" At this question, Startail stopped short, and Flareclaw skidded to a hault beside her. Startail raised her muzzle into the air and breathed in deeply amd loudly. "The air smells like battle." She commented. At this, the fog stiffened, as though it had been insulted, and turned a rogue blood shade of red. Suddenly, a loud yowl errupted from the silence of StarClan. The two WindClan cats took off, their paws silent and unseen as they flashed through the thickets of once was bright green, living grass. Somehow, it was now dead. As they ran tirelessly through what seemed never ending moor, the yowls and screeches became louder, the air smelled of blood and battle, the fog became harder to see through and began to bleed. Finally, the fog was gone, and Flareclaw and Startail errupted into the edge of a cave-in of the earth, where down below the current WindClan camp was in the real world. Startail and Flareclaw recognized all the cats from every Clan that were currently alive down there. More than half of each

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Clan were dead, but a mysterios rogue Clan still had all of its warriors ready to fight. All around the perimeter of the cave-in, almost every cat of StarClan was crowding around, silently watching. One cat, a she-cat, screeched loudly, " They're all going to die in the next battle we have! All of them!" As she spoke, the fog, scentbof blood and battle, and all of the fighting Clans vanished. "They will not die!" objected Startail, and in moments all eyes were on her. "We have to help them!" "But how?" ventured another cat. "StarClan have never left except to appear in dreams!" "And we obviously can't help anybody win the battle in their dreas!" added a third. "Then we'll have to go down there in full shape and fight with them!" stated Flareclaw, receiving a 'thank you' glance from his mate. "We go down there, and we fight! And we cannot be killed because we are dead already!" finished Startail. At this, all cats agreed. And thus, the Great Battle began. (Please reply! I don't want to have to Role Play this by myself!)

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Streamtail nodded his head. Cinder's plot had gone too far. Her "clan" of rouges was probably trying to seize control of WindClan. He bounded through the dip and became whole again, a living breathing cat. The WindClan cats and rouges alike stood still and gasped as the waves upon waves of StarClan cats descended towards the ground. Wordlessly, they attacked the rouges, and the chaos began again. The StarCkan cats did not have their powers and could still be taken down, but they would just comedown from the rift in the sky and continue to attack. Streamtail grappled with a mottled borwn tabby with striking green eyes. She was small and fast, and knocked over Streamtail within minutes. He wasn't used to combat after so many moons of a peaceful life, but managed to get up and score a deep gash on her belly. The She-cat hissed in fury and scratched his muzzle. Hem pounced on her and slashed her again and again, hating the bloodshed. He jumped back and the she-cat flicked her tail, then was no more. Streamtail gaped at his opponent but shook off his shock and sprinted towards a light gray tom struggling against a huge and muscular long haired cat. With StarClan helping, this battle would soon be over, but would WindClan be able to hold on long enough?