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Valleyswirl laid adjacent to the warriors' den, refusing to go inside. For the past couple nights, she had been visited by StarClan, and she couldn't quite comprehend what they were trying to tell her. They spoke in riddles.
WinterClan had been without a leader and a deputy for quite some time, and Valleyswirl was beginning to lose hope. Her home, which was once flourishing and full of life and prosperity, was now dying. She could see it in her clanmates' eyes as she spoke to them. They were all as hopeless as her, and that in itself was sad. What had happened to the almighty WinterClan?
With a sigh, the she-cat rolled onto her belly and pushed herself onto her paws, taking in the poor state of her Clan. For years, they had worshipped different Gods other than StarClan, and where had that gotten them? Without a voice to lead them through the fray? She huffed. The white feline made her way to the fresh-kill pile, which was quite the sight; there was barely anything there. Maybe if she tried to organize some patrols, cats would listen to her? No, that wouldn't work. They would only sneer and go along their 'merry' way.
She needed to do something to save the Clan from it's own destruction. StarClan was back, she knew it. She felt it in her bones. She saw them in her dreams.
And maybe, just maybe, this was the push she needed.
A burly tom approached from behind her, standing like a hulking mass of gray fur in the shadow of the entrance, staring down at the she-cat with an unreadable expression. He shouldered through to sit beside her. “What has your stomach in knots, Valleyswirl?” His voice was deep but not unkind. “I can sense the acidity in you.”
As Mammothstamp approached her, a wave of calm washed over her form. It had been awhile since she held an actual conversation with someone, but in all honesty, she wasn't quite sure if she could. What would she say? If she were to mention StarClan, how would they react? She would rather save that conversation for Mistyveil. "A lot of things," She finally said in reply, "so many things. The biggest question being, is WinterClan going to survive?" With her finally speaking those words out loud, her ears swiveled to pin against her cranium.
Mammothstamp gave her a leveled gaze. "I've seen WinterClan undergo tremendous change in my long moons. Underneath it all, we're still here. Why do you ask? Do you doubt us? Yourself?"
Valleyswirl grew quiet. I should tell him. She repeated over, and over in her head, yet she knew she couldn't. How would he react, knowing that the destruction of their own Clan was upon them, through blood and guts? She recited the riddle in her mind and sighed. What would she do?
