The Battle Begins

[Naruto]

Hushed whispers passed between the trees as Petalclaw stared ahead, into the starlit forest. Her sister and many other cats had just come from the living world to help them fight in their toughest battle yet against NightClan. She just hoped that their lives would be spared to continue on and live. Many of them were just kits or young apprentices. Whisperwind was the only warrior among them.

But they are strong... she reminded herself, looking back at the shadowy pelts waiting to attack. She sought out Mistpaw's blue gaze, full of fear and yet steeled with determination. They could very well be fighting for their lives. She turned back to the border, where there were no Dark Forest cats yet in sight.

She took a deep breath and slid her claws out, noticing that the other starry warriors beside her did the same. "Wait," she breathed.

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Mistpaw huddled among her comrades, sliding her claws in and out of the earth nervously. How were they going to fight NightClan? They would all die! She met her elder sister's warm green gaze for a moment, trying to hold onto her confidence.

I have to be strong! she encouraged, breathing deeply and licking her chest fur to erase all worry. She couldn't show weakness. This was a war.

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Runningblaze stalked forwards behind his leader, Tigerstar. His small form glittered with dark stars. He couldn't help but think that he should be fighting with StarClan instead. But he shook the thought away. Those types of thoughts would get him killed on the battlefield.

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Naruto stood strong on the StarClan border, ready to fight and kill. Just before coming here she'd filled her head with thoughts of the treacherous Itachi. He'll end up here once I'm done with him! she growled silently, her claws slicing through the earth. They only had to wait for the evil cats to appear to begin....

[Riber~]

Whisperwind, stony eyes transfixed on the dark shadows ahead, sat calmly, tapered tail wrapped loosely around his rather small paws. And here is where it all started. Where cats wouldn't be returning back to the clans. That was quite likely a certain fact. NightClan wouldn't give up without a fight; a fight that would change history and maybe ruin the very fabric of StarClan. It was strange, not many StarClan cats had decided to show up to help the sad little group. Out of all the clan cats who had died and went here, this was all that could appear? Wimps.

The tom glanced down at Mistpaw, who was sitting behind the rest, looking like the tiny apprentice wanted to hide in the shadows. Whisperwind was smaller than the average warrior, but Mistpaw was miniture. Wonderful. So now he didn't also need to fight, he needed to protect other cats? He silently unwrapped his tail and gently pushed her forward. "You'll be fine." Unfortunately, doubt was starting to creep into his mind as he unsheathed his claws, digging them into the rough ground.

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Siren slinked through the StarClan undergrowth, cringing at the nasty glittery feeling of it all. She was quite satisfied that as she marched forward, NightClan army around her, the light and glitter seemed to dim. It sensed what was to come. Good. The black she-cat was itching to scratch and hurl herself at other cats. About time they took a stand. Eventually, the group came to a halt, totally masked in the darkness, scent and all. Somewhere behind those trees, the 'special' cats were assembling, which included her brother. Ha.

By the visions she had been getting lately, she could collect much about the cat's powers. Knowledge, wind, languages, StarClan friends, blood-driven, telepathy, strength, premonition, speed; some other's were harder to understand. The extent of any of their powers were unknown. Looking to her left, Siren glared at a monarch butterfly slowly floating by. Stupid thing. She skwered it with one claw, straight out of the air, without batting an eye. The crunch was satisfying as it died and fell heavily to the ground.

[Naruto]

Mistpaw nearly jumped out of her skin at Whisperwind's touch. "O-Okay," she stammered, gulping. Yeah, sure. She could fight. No problem. But uh, the power to run fast and talk to her dead sister? That wasn't going to get her too far! These cats were dead. How could she compete against them?

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Icetail slinked out beside Siren, an emotionless appearance on his face. "The fools. They think kits can save them," he said, smirking. They had already taken care of several StarClanners; every border patrol had lost a life or two and gained scars.

Normally StarClan didn't need patrols. But they obviously felt threatened by NightClan. Why else ask for help from kits? And alive ones at that. Not for long....

His claws slid out, sharper than black thorns. Oh, how he'd enjoy this. Hopefully they could get rid of the older ctas and StarClanners first. Then they could slowly pick off the kittens. One by one. That might teach them not to stray too far from their mother's nests. A lesson wasted but learned, he supposed.

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Foxkit stood beside Beekit, excitement and anxiety building beneath her pelt. She desperately wanted the fight to start, so she could show off her new moves. Learned from Griffonpaw, of course. And yet, she was worried.

What if Beekit was hurt or killed? What if she let everybody down? No. She dug her claws into the earth. No way would she let that happen. Hopefully that strange surge of power she'd always felt when in a dangerous situation would come about soon. Then no one could stop her.

She stared straight ahead, blue eyes searching the shadows for movement. She thought she saw a flash of green fire, but she couldn't be sure. Not with the sickly haze that had settled over the border line.

A whisper of confidence here and there, murmured from the StarClan cats, reached her ears every few moments. She heard Whisperwind's words to Mistpaw carried on the soft breeze. The ginger tabby shook her fur out, awaiting the arrival of the dark cats. "It's now or never," she murmured, almost to no one.

[Member]

Beekit was amazed at the look of StarClan. It's never setting sun, it's green, lush grass. The smell of prey everywhere, and the feeling that it gave, the feeling of safety, even in this darker time. But even with whatever was over here or there, he was more amazed by Rosekit. He had grown, changed as soon as they were thrown in this land. He was warrior sized, big and strong, well muscled too. His hooked claws just gave him the mark of ShadowClan, and the cat moved in silence, it seemed.

Rosekit, no no, it wasn't Rosekit anymore. It was Rosewhisker. He hadn't died as a kit, aqs Beekit had thought, it was just his guise. Why? He wasn't sure, but he wouldn't ask, he was glad. This development gave him a better chance against the NightClan cats.

But what about him? And what about Foxkit? And Lightkit? And Ravenkit? And Slipkit? They were here too, he didn't want anything to happen to them. He scooted closer to Foxkit, pressing his fur against her. He wasn't sure if the moves he was taught would help his small stature.

"I can go with you, r-right?"

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Blacktail sat near Icetail, unenthused about this battle, bored by it, he was. They had to spend an entire day, maybe more, attacking these weak cats. They were all dead, and now they had to die again. And for what? Dominence. He didn't even want the side of StarClan. It was too bright, too.... happy. Their side of the border was darker, gloomier. Nothing was alive, not the grass, not the trees, not even the sun. Actually, it was. The sun was alive in StarClan. It lived with StarClan, the moon, it lived with them. He liked gazing up at it. It illuminated, and it wasn't bright. The perfect little object.

The only thing wrong with their side was the odd, constant scarcity of the area. There was scarce abundance. It perplexed him, when he first arrived, but now he was used to it, hoping he had understood, but not too sure he succeeded.

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Streampath stood with her fellow warriors, waiting for the battle to begin. She was itching for it, eager to get in. They would defeat these cats, it was obvious. They would see them run, and take refuge in the last dark corner they could find. She had qualms, within NightClan. One, with Siren. She paid no mind to the cat, forgotten about her in her time alive, and then in the moons with StarClan, but she'd seen her. She didn't doubt that the old she-cat would come for her. She could beat Siren, she knew it. Even if the cat was older than her, she could beat her.

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Yarrowsprout sat nervously, waiting for the battle to begin. What would signal it? Would he survive? He wasn't sure, he didn't know, but he'd follow the lead of his fellow fighters. He wondered desperately. Was Spiderfang over there? Waiting to eliminate a StarClan cat? He didn't know. He couldn't watch over DarkClan, even if he'd want to, just for her. They were strictly in the hands of NightClan. Hopefully, this battle would end that, and he could see her again.

She'd killed him, yes, but he couldn't hate her for it, or hold a grudge. He deserved it, in the end. He just did, what he was pressured to do, even if it wasn't right, in all. She'd be doomed to NightClan as well. It was.. in part, or wholly his fault, but he tried not to think about it. He hoped she wasn't dead, he hoped she was happy. He wouldn't know, he couldn't know he could only wait.

He could only wait and beg, whatever power that may be greater than them, that she wasn't on the other side.

[Jay]

ooc: I'mma post as Sunflower on Jay's account because I'm too lazy to log out of it. And I don't really know what's going on here.
Anybody care to fill me in?

[Naruto]

OOC: NightClan is StarClan's opposite, filled with evil/ DarkClan cats. The special cats, who have powers, team up with StarClan to wage war with them. That sums it up. If you read these here posts then you should be all caught up. :p

[Jay]

ooc: GRACIAS, AMIGA.

Sunflower stood among the ranks, tearing at the grass with her claws. She glanced at her son ahead of her, sitting calmly.

[Naruto]

"You bet!" Foxkit purred, pressing her fur against Beekit's. "Too bad Tansykit couldn't come. He'll be so shocked to see our battle scars!" She stared out at the forest, hoping to see the enemy.

OOC:I didn't have muse to post before. :3

[Goldenstorm]

A shimmer of white slithered to the front of the ranks of StarClan, standing in front of the kits and apprentices from after her time.
Moontail whisked her tail just a bit, her blue-grey eyes burning like flames in a wildfire. She showed her fangs just a bit, her claws still hiding within her paws.
She felt proud and strong, ready to take on a family of badgers single-pawed. Yet she was worried, her stable mind and peaceful thinking uprooted. She now felt concerned of the state of the Clans, why StarClan and NightClan were fighting. It was just because of the land StarClan had, right? No, it had to be more than just that. And why now? Of all times NightClan had the oppertunity to attack StarClan, why had they chosen now? Whatever the reason, she wasn't going to leave it to just a couple of untrained kits and unexpierenced apprentices. There stood only one living warrior, and she was still with the living, as all of the apprentices and kits in the group she stood in front of were.
Moontail almost smiled inwardly, I finally have the chance to prove my worth. She thought grimly. Better make the best of it.

[Riber~]

ooc- whoever has a NightClan or StarClan cat, post now so we can get this started.

[Goldenstorm]

ooc: u mean make their cat jump into the fight? i gots another cat in SC to do that.

[~ Jetter ~]

Ebonypaw gathered with the 'special cats'. Now that Ebonypaw was just about done her warrior training, she would have some tough battle moves. She put those thoughts aside, they needed a plan and all eyes were on Ebonypaw. Her black coat hide in the darkness of the starry night, but she couldn't ask the stars for help. They were asking for hers. They needed a game plan, and they needed one fast. Gulping her fear she padded closer forming a circle. What if I tell them something wrong? Or get one of the hurt? Or .. just do something bad!

She looked around, kits and apprentices, and one warrior. Wow. They sure looked pathetic. But, their powers could sure help them save StarClan. Now. What to tell them. Maybe we could peacfully approach them. Thats was Firestar always did. Or we could split up into two different gro- no. They already know we're here. I guess the first one will have to do.

"So, do any of you have a plan, because if not I do." she meowed as calm as possible even though she was as scared as ever. The cats they were about to go against were huge, mean, and angry. They had razor sharp claws and teeth and had some very advanced battle moves. What to do?

[Naruto]

Naruto shook her head. "What's the plan?" she asked eagerly. The scars she'd obtained from the fight with Deathpaw still stung, some just now starting to heal. She sheathed her claws. Knowing Ebonypaw, she'd try to go with a peaceful idea that would get them all killed. "We can't have hesitation here!"
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Foxkit listened to Naruto's words and nodded agreement. "We can't lose here. If we hesitate we die." The little ginger she-cat quivered with anxiety, not fully understanding the concept of battle.

[Member]

"Die?" Beekit muttered nervously. He didn't want to die. Not at all! He wanted to help, he really did, but he felt worthless, like he couldn't do a thing. No matter the training or encouragement, he felt like he wanted to curl away into a hole and sleep until the fight was over, and then take in the aftermath. He stepped back a little, his fright causing him to regret his decisions.

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Blacktail stood, waiting to go. They needed to start this. Those StarClan cats would never make a move. They were too afraid of their power, and they would fall for it. With confidence, he placed a paw out from the darkness, feeling the unfamiliar warth come over it. Taking in the power of the lost sun. He began to creep in the rest of his body as well, squinting from the blinding light. His fur bristling just from being touched by the rays, as if an enemy was already attacking. A shudder passed through him. The cold in his body being chased away by this new place. A place filled with enticing smells of prey, but this was no time to get distracted by food from their goal.

[Naruto]

Icetail prowled after Blacktail, his eyes shining with desire and lust and hate and many other bitter emotions. His claws unsheathed to glint in the blinding light of the sun, and he twitched his tail. Soon dark clouds would cover the sun and this place would be theirs.

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Mistpaw felt a shudder pass through her and just happened to look up. Her eyes widened, and she mewed, "They're coming!" in a rapid, anxious voice. She hesitantly unsheathed her claws and lowered her head, not letting them see her throat as she waited for their attack.

[Riber~]

With a slight signal from Tigerstar, Siren began to slink forward or rather, around the trees blocking them off from the StarClan cats waiting ahead. It was all part of the plan, she would sneak, light-footed and without sound, and carefully catch the eyesight of all the outer lying battlers. Then she would wordlessly tell them to kill themselves, and they would. They would for her. They would fall over like flies with a non-existent thud. And there. There were half of the army dead within a minute. The special cats wouldn’t see it coming until the NightClan cats charged them. And even if they noticed their teammates falling to their peril, Siren would be blended into the undergrowth like mist.

So that was exactly what she did. The sleek she-cat was silently deadly. Some she ordered to claw themselves in the heart, some she ordered to self combust, some she ordered to just stop breathing, and others, well, those ones were simply cruel. She caught glimpses of Whisperwind and the entire band of ‘warriors’, some looking like they wanted to tear NightClan’s, and therefore her, pelts off while others were shaking in their skins. But nothing mattered, as she would attack all of them the same. Before she retreated back to the shade of the trees, she knew what had to be done.

Commence the fighting.

So, in a flash, she was full-out sprinting out of cover, onyx fur a streak as her thin tail bobbed behind her. The StarClan cats could see her, all though she was out of range of attack, and she bared her teeth in an open-mouthed snarl, her hiss reverberating around the forest. A battle-cry. She wisped her tail forward and paused as pelts whirled by. The fight has begun and the NightClan cats were on the prowl. You know what they say, a black cat is bad luck...
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Whisperwind watched in mild horror as Siren whipped out in front of their posse, stopping, planting her feet, and letting out a hiss that sounded somewhat like what a lion’s should be. All of a sudden, NightClan cats streamed from the gloomy pine trees, advancing at a steady pace. They had mere seconds.

“Here’s an idea; don’t get killed!”

Was his answer to the multiple questions formulating. He attempted to step protectively in front of the kits before the first wave of warriors would hit… Not only that, but it seemed as if a good three-quarters of the StarClan warriors who had come to their aid her lying on the grass, eyes blank and pupils a solid color, expanded to cover their entire eyes. Whoever’s listening, help us!

[Naruto]

Icetail streaked towards the kits and warriors of the living and StarClan, his claws outstretched and his teeth bared. He snatched up a puny StarClan apprentice that was too near the edge and easily killed him, ripping his throat to ribbons while NightClan cats streamed out around him on either side. He licked his lips, staining his teeth with the blood he'd so longed after, and darted back into the fray.

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Runningblaze jumped forwards at Siren's signal, his paws silent on the turf. He spotted several familiar faces from WindClan on the other side, and plunged towards them, the dark stars that covered his pelt wavering violently with his speed.

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Foxkit stared at the fallen apprentice, wide-eyed. She felt anger whip through her veins violently, like a wave. She bared her teeth in a snarl. Then the smell of blood hit her, and she gave in to the pure rage that clouded her mind.

Her fur bristled, seeming longer and more unkempt than it usually was, and her eyes turned dark amber with lust. A feral hiss snaked it's way up her throat as she charged forwards, claws unsheathed, to grab onto the first NightClan cat she saw, her increased strength and speed giving her an extra edge.

[~ Jetter ~]

Ebonypaw wanted to warn the cats about Siren, she knew the evil she-cat was one of the best, maybe even better than Tigerstar, but it was too late. Cats were off and fighting eachother like crazy. All she could see was a mix of fur and claws moving faster than ever. She needed to gain her strength, over-come her fear, and beat these flea-bitten dung-y NightClan cats.

W-w-ait. Didn't her power help her learn things about 5 times as fast? It did, and maybe if she studied an advanced move or something, that, maybe she could do it too. Ebonypaw sighed and found a bush that was out of the way. She sprinted there low to the ground and peered at the battle. She would then copy moves and preform the moves herself. She gulped down the rest of her fear and waited.

[Member]

"Foxkit! Wait!" Beekit yowled after her, but she'd already gone, now he was by himself. He couldn't even look for Rosewhisker for protection because he was now out in the battle. He couldn't do this by himself, he didn't think he did. Maybe... maybe he could just stay by Whisperwind. He could follow him in the battle. What could he do by himself?

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Rosewhisker jumped into battle tearing his claws at the first NightClan cat he met. The muscular tom faught off the cat to the ground, aiming at every vital spot he knew. His mentor had taught him the best places to hit, not just the throat and belly. He intended to use this on them and to bring them down.

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Blacktail joyfully jumped into battle. His muscles taking him in with speed. He lunged at one of the StarClan cats that were preoccupied with another and knocked her to the ground before ripping at her mercilessly, killing the cat with grace. The to the next cat, and onto the next one. A fight long or quick, he faught StarClan cats one after one, bringing them down or wounding them for a fellow fighter to finish off.

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Yarrowsprout jumped into the battle. This was it, this was what everything had been leading up to. The climax. The decider. They were going to fight hard, and they were not going to overlook a cat, no matter the relationship. Brother, father, sister, friend, nothing. He hoped he would see no cat familiar. But unfortunately... it may happen.

OOC: Museless posts...

[Goldenstorm]

Mootail let out a fierce yowl as she let her paws thunder toward Icetail, These cats have to live through this. She thought grimly as she bared her fangs and leaped through the air and unsheathed her claws. She wanted to leap right at Icetail, and stop the NightClan cat from reaching the kits, apprentice, and warrior still living.

[Riber~]

Calamity, face in a twisted, devilish grin, was by far calm. She was antsy, although not from fear, but from anticipation. Her wishes were fulfilled as Siren signaled battle, and she immediately raced into the streak of dark pelts racing at the StarClan cats. She unsheathed her claws and dug them into the grass as she went, tearing at strands. Her face stood in the same, unsettling smile, eyes crazed and without depth or meaning, just unmistakable horrors and the glimmer that suggested bloodlust. The she-cat leaped in huge bounds, excited to begin. She launched herself at a StarClan warrior, who was relatively small mind you, and had begun to fade around the edges, and pummeled him into the ground. She wasn’t into quick kills and this was no exception. Calamity reached for a hind leg, ripping it upwards and listening to the cat scream in utter agony. She could literally feel the tendons snapping under his flesh and after waiting another moment, and then another… she sunk her fangs into his neck, tasting blood and watching as the red liquid bubbled to the surface. She giggled and licked her chops, enjoying the irony flavor. Blood still dripping off her front teeth, the she-cat kicked the corpse off to the side and began searching for her next victim.

One was atop a NightClan warrior, hitting him with fatal moves. Calamity shrugged at the death of the warrior and, that freaky grin still planted on her maw, head cocked as if in a question, darted towards him. She still did not hiss, nor did she snarl. She had not enough sense to do those things. Instead, she faked left, a fake perfected over her years in NightClan, and then, with a coil of her tightened muscles, leaped into the air. It was s a blunt attack, and not very strategic, but her mere strength and speed should knock him over and maybe even pin him to the ground. Everything else blurred and Calamity attempted to dig her thorn-like claws into the cat’s skin.

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Whisperwind saw in the corner of his eye Beekit hesitate, and he flicked his ear at his desperate cry for Foxkit. The tom let out a disgruntled humph and called over his shoulder at the kit. “And what is it you can do aga-“ He was caught off as he was slammed into the ground, an angry-looking NightClan cat looming over him. The cat was large, and Whisperwind wasn’t sure how far his power could go. Before he had decided what he was to do, the cat had dug their razor claws into his side and narrow cuts were beginning to spew. He snarled at the pain, and in a rage swung his tail onto the ground. Hard. The wind came, soft at first but then picking up speed, as if testing the new ground, and picked up the attacker, shoving him off Whisperwind and flinging him a fox-length and into the nearest tree. The tom nearly gaped. Lifting a full-grown cat? When had that been added to his list of abilities?

However, now was not the time to question, so instead, forcing himself to ignore the already painful cuts on his body, he rushed over to Beekit, picked him up in his jaws, and swung him into the nearest bush, out of scent range and out of sight to anyone who might come by. He would be safe, and that was all that mattered. He would have set him with another cat, but everyone was needed to make a difference in the war. “Stay here. Don’t come out unless I tell you to. These are warriors wanting to rip your fur out, no matter your size. You go out there, you die. So stay here, and I will come and get you when this is all over, if I am still breathing that is.” His tone was gruff and nearly cool. The end sentence, he’ll admit was just to scare the kit into staying where he was put. His pale eyes stared at her, waiting for her to nod.

[Naruto]

Foxkit snarled, pummeling a NightClan warrior's belly with her hind paws. The huge warrior was three times her size, yet she had simply to act like an innocent kit, mewing helplessly as he came up to her, ready to kill her. In his brief moment of hesitation she had lunged upwards, throwing her shoulder against his chest and sending him flying backwards.

While he was down she'd leaped at him, grabbing his throat with razor-sharp teeth and clawing viciously at his belly with her hind claws. Blood splashed out to cover her fur, and she leaped away, the evil cat dying with a spasm. She shook her muzzle free of blood, crimson droplets splashing on the ground, and looked up. Bodies littered the field, though the battle had only just begun. She smiled widely. Oh yes. This would be a bloody battle indeed.
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Mistpaw shrieked as claws cut into her shoulder and batted at the warrior's face, eyes narrowed with hate.

OOC:Muse for Misty is 0...

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Icetail saw a cat flying at him and smirked, ducking to allow the she-cat to pass smoothly over him.

[Goldenstorm]

Moontail passed just over Icetail, she spun around, her claws digging into the soil. "Your fight's with us, not them." she snarled at him. Her white tail, dappled with gray, lashed in the air. She waited for the tom to lunge for her, then she'd begin her part in the fight.

[Naruto]

"Ah, but kits are so much funner to kill." Icetail sighed, his eyes flickering with anger at her hesitation. He stared at her, the dark stars rippling in his pelt with intensity and then he finally leaped, swerving to the side to batter at her flank with his claws.

[Member]

OOC: Funner. *snickers* XD

Rosewhisker smirked when he finished off the NightClan cat. He was doing well, and he could do better. Now who could he get next? Suddenly Rosewhisker was pushed off his feet, feeling claws dig into his flesh. An attack from seemingly nowhere. He had almost forgotten to keep his guard on at all times. Almost. With swiftness pushed his legs up to throw the unknown NightClan cat off of him and send her-he could see that- flying off into another direction as he rolled back to his feet.

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Beekit, completely frightened now that he was tossed into a bush, stared at Whisperwind. He could die. He could really die. And then they could lose, because he died. And then it would be his fault, but he had to stay. But what if...? No, there were no what ifs, he had to stay, that's what Whisperwind said. He turned his head away from the warrior, too ashamed of his cowardice to nod or say a word. Why couldn't he just fight like everyone else?

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