PatchyFallenstar

It was as if the sky was falling around them. Thunder roared above them, the unseen stars crying out in unison. A trail of blood followed the FireClan leader as he limped, slowly padding across the wet grass. SunClan's territory was no drier than the rest of the island, the grass clinging to his pelt as Firestar, breathing heavily, marched ever diligently onward towards SnowClan. His breathing was ragged, clearly paining the tabby to even take the shallowest of breaths, like claws still gripped around his throat. His ears pinning back, Firestar recalled what had transpired just an hour ago in his own camp. A call to fight. An uprising. C