There. Right there. I could have touched her. I cry for her to stop. She doesn't listen. As she plunges off the cliff with Starclan's sacred feather in her hand, the cat's bodies start to twitch. Shake. Then, their eyes roll back. They don't die. Not now, but soon. A couple of seconds or minutes if they are lucky. Finally I hear a shrill meow and SPLAT! I know that she died. She was a traitor. How could she do this to us, to Starclan? As my vision becomes blurry and I stop twitching on my final breath, I can't stop thinking about her. How could she have done this. How could my own daughter have done this? Squirrelflight, oh how could you do this to me? I close my eyes and die in a flash.
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Warriors :The Death of Starclan
FanfictionThis is the story of how one cat brought death to Starclan... and all the other cats.
