Hi everyone! l’ve decided to re-join as it looks like you need more people.

l’m bringing Darkstar back, either he didn’t completely die, or somehow because of having nine lives he came back…..? If so, he still could’ve talked to Moonshadow in that one post (Not sure how that works, it’s been awhile since l read the books.)

Also, as far as time goes, l’m assuming that about two-three weeks have passed since Darkstar’s “death.” l’m going to start a day or so after he supposedly dies and then write up to current events.

Darkstar~

Great Starclan, where am l?

l remember things, telling Sandclaw my last wishes, now to think of it, she’s probably now now Sandstar, and then being surrounded by many cats, many of which l thought l might’ve recognized, but yet l can’t remember their faces, and then a voice whispering, “Now is not the time. You are to go back, Darkstar. This world still needs you.”

And now this. Darkness. l am only conscious of that. And then pain. So much pain. Overwhelming pain, like a giant wave of water, gusting over me and drowning me in only that. Pain and darkness. l don’t even feel sadness or anger, only pain and darkness. And then light. Piercing bright, driving pain through my eyes in blinding white as l try to open them. l liked darkness a lot better.

And then water. Tapping slowly against my fur then running down my body, chilling me, as l grow aware of the world around me.

Darkness, pain, light, water. And then finally life and feeling. The world is dim, overcast grey clouds hanging low, rain slowly drip-dropping from the sky. It’s cold. l blink, the pain slowly clearing from my head. l can’t remember anything quite right, least of all why l’m still alive.

A faint scent of wolf hangs menacingly in the air, a memory of what was once. l wonder if anyone else was injured in the fight.

l carefully roll onto my side, a sharp burst of pain running through me as l do so, and after a few seconds, l very painfully push myself to my feet.

Right now. l could either attempt to make it back to Lightningclan alive, but l really don't know how they’ll like that. l was, admittedly, neither the best or kindest leader, to power did go to my head after Valestar, the old leader, died.

They loved Valestar. He was a large white and grey tabby, sometimes frightening but other times kind. So very kind. His only fault was making me deputy, as he trusted me.

Or l could stay away, hidden, gain my strength back, then go back and conquer Sunclan once and for all.

l will go the the latter plan. After all, l’m not Darkstar the weak and defeated, limping into camp, begging the help of Sandstar the great.

l am Darkstar, conquer of Sunclan, the great and powerful. Lightningclan can think me dead for all it wants, but l am coming back.

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l don’t know how manys days it has been. l discovered a shallow hole in a dry riverbank, there l curl up and sleep, for other than planning the downfall of Sunclan, that is all l am able to do. My fur is discolored with sticky blood, l know that l’ve lost a good deal of it, but the huge gash across my chest seems to be looking better.

l fall asleep once more, waking up with the patter of rain. l feel sickly and hot, my eyes and throat dry, my head pounding. A dusty trickle of water snakes its way down the river bed, and eyeing it, l try to stand to my feet.

But l can’t. l am too weak even to do that. l believe l’m sick, the wound must have gotten infected.

Hazily, l drift in and out of sleep, not quite aware of anything, not really caring anyway.

Water lapping at my paws finally wakes me. l must have slept for days! The trickle of water has grown into a wide, slow river.

Water. Able to stand up, l quickly lap some up, even though it is dusty and stale. l suddenly realize with a stab of panic that l will be trapped here if the water level rises. But l still hesitant.

Corward. It wouldn’t kill you.

l eye the other bank, and then the sluggish water. l still feel very weak.

What a coward you are, Darkstar.

Alright fine. l’ll do it.

Without think father about it, l slide into the water, ignoring the shock of cold when it hits my fur. The gentle current pushes me too the middle, ducking me under a few times.

Pushing out with my paws, l break from the current, paddling to the bank. l try to get out, but slip back into the water.

After a few tries, l succeeded in dragging myself onto the bank, nearly collapsing. Shivering, l slow shake the water out of my coat. Night is falling. l need to find shelter.

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Several more days of wandering has lead me to more familiar territory, Lightingclan's outer borders. My wound has started to scar over, it probably will never completely heal.

Here is where l am uncertain.

It’s been two, maybe three weeks--l can’t really tell, since the wolf attack, the clan has probably moved on now, gotten used to Sandstar, and maybe even made peace with Sunclan. l snarl at the very thought of that.

Will they welcome me back? Perhaps, perhaps not. But what about the new leader, Sandstar? What if she went to Mooncrystal and got nine lives, which she probably has. Then would l be the rightful leader of Lightningclan, or her?

l don’t know, l don’t know, l don’t know…...What a mess this has turned out to be.

@Amber, yes there are, but Sandstar is trying to destroy Sunclan. 

@Phantom N. Welcome back! And … Wow. That's all I can say. You're writing was amazing. 

Night~ 

I'm going to have to do something. I've been part of this clan, secluded in the nursery, for three weeks. I'm not even a true warrior yet! I really, really hope Sandstar gives me my warrior name soon. I need proper training, too. They fight differently from how rogues fight. Vinekit, Tanglekit, and Oakkit will grow up warriors. I'm not so lucky. I roll over to ask Leafmist something. Unfortunately, she's napping. I sigh and flop back over to my other side. Slowly, I drift into sleep.