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As the sun rose on the day of the Clans, a huge tabby tom sat upon trembling clouds, his ears pricked at a barely audible sound. The horizon paling to a pink orange color, Sablestar, Leader of the Tribe of Nightmares, closed his eyes to see what was happenening in the world of the dying.

Dont;< turn` A W A Y

I; pray>> "you've H E A R D.;

t,he {words} I've S P O K E N:;

A bright light filled the tabby's mind, showing him. A young tom, smitten and full in love, was dying. A badger had violated him, mangling his otherwise healthy body. He was bleeding and losing time fast. Sablestar simply waited, eyes still closed seeing the vision, for the right time.

The dying tom was comforting his leader-- that would also be his love, and he was hers. Sablestar hissed. It made him sick, but he kept watching. When finally the tom's last breath was taken, Sablestar reached out with his ghostly claws, ready to snag the spirit. He braced himself for a good, long fight, but was suprised. The spirit came easily into his clutches, obviously not knowing it was headed for danger..


D A R E.. to b e l i e v e

>For< O N E last ^Time~

A n d then I'll get the _{D A R K N E S S}..

Shakenleaf drifted slowly, feeling very light and his heart dropping. He was not going to see Firestar for what he hoped would be a long time. He wanted her to live what he wouldn't be able to.

Suddenly he felt himself dragged, quickly pulled upwards. His eyes brightened. StarClan! But no. When he saw where he was, he blinked incredulously. A huge brown tabby with glowing red-amber eyes was before him, grinning malaciously. The black cat grimaced. "Where am I?"

C O V E R <me}..

D E N Y e v e r y thing..,.

(Slowly] W A L K away:;&

Sablestar laughed at the other tom, a sudden and suprising sound. When he stopped, it was silent. His eyes were a plain amber now, but as unreadable as tree bark. He spoke, a deep, serious and formal noise. "What were you expecting- StarClan?" He inquired, his eyes still laughing at the unawares tomcat. Shakenleaf tilted his head puzzledly. Finally, he answered. "Yeah, I guess."


To B R E A T H E;; again;;,><

On--| my O W N;;::

Carry me A W A Y,~~~

Sablestar hissed at him. "Well, then, Shakenleaf--I'm Sablestar, and I cordially welcome you to the Tribe of Nightmares." The Tribe of Nightmares... the words echoed hollowly in Shakenleaf's mind. This was the opposite of StarClan-- and he was a prisoner of a war he hadn't known exsisted. Now he'd really never see Firestar again. He choked back a sob, hardened up, and nodded. Sablestar turned away, padding off into the clouds, and the black tomcat followed him, with one last glance at the life he had left behind.

I * N E E D` your strength;:

To -G E T me THROUGH this[}

Dare to B E L I E V E xXx