Loquaciousness Fandom Magazine Volume 1, Issue 8 (March 2016) | Page 6

Greetings! I am Acornfoot, a past Medicine Cat. Sadly, I have passed on to Starclan now, but I have many things to talk about!

First off, the Twoleg Erin Hunter is releasing a new series about the Clans named A Vision of Shadows!

Tonight I will take you into the darker depths of the Clans-the Dark forest. There, past Clan cats who have turned evil go there to die. They train cats like them to hate the Clans, and even try to make good cats bad! Do you remember Tigerstar? Or Hawkfrost? Do you remember what they did to the Clans? Do you remember the battle that was fought, the noble warriors that were lost?

Firestar, Ferncloud, Hollyleaf, and so many others. Numerous Starclan cats fought too, and many gave up their lives in the stars to protect their beloved Clans one last time. Spottedleaf, my friend, was one of them.

The Dark Forest is the dark, evil version of Starclan. But there, you are alone. You can smell other cats, but you will almost never see them or hear them. The grass rustles, and you will be fooled into thinking there is prey in the thicket, but there is not. You will forever hunger for that fresh-kill that you will never have. You can never escape- the darkness and the forest goes on forever, no matter how far you walk, no matter how fast you run.

There, those cats have no remorse or regret for the wrongs they had done in their life.

No matter how many innocent kits they have killed.

No matter how many of their own Clanmates they have killed.

No matter how many of the kin was hurt.

No, they regret nothing. And they train others to be like them.

Cold.

Unfeeling.

Vengeful.

Ambitious.

And willing to do anything, anything, to get what they want.

Clans one last time. Spottedleaf, my friend, was one of them.

The Dark Forest is the dark, evil version of Starclan. But there, you are alone. You can smell other cats, but you will almost never see them or hear them. The grass rustles, and you will be fooled into thinking there is prey in the thicket, but there is not. You will forever hunger for that fresh-kill that you will never have. You can never escape- the darkness and the forest goes on forever, no matter how far you walk, no matter how fast you run.

There, those cats have no remorse or regret for the wrongs they had done in their life.

No matter how many innocent kits they have killed.

No matter how many of their own Clanmates they have killed.

No matter how many of the kin was hurt.

No, they regret nothing. And they train others to be like them.

Cold.

Unfeeling.

Vengeful.

Ambitious.

And willing to do anything, anything, to get what they want.

-Quilava the Flamethrower

Warriors

by quilava

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