#he might have had the wrath of StarClan coursing through him

[thunder-the-ranger-wolf]

The Erin's don't know how parents work?

Okay but true parental reaction to Hollyleaf's Revelation ™ at The Gathering would be for Brambleclaw to close his eyes and have his mind go into a soft reboot as he processed, mainly going "I didn't just hear that. I didn't just hear that." Over and over again in the span of a few heartbeats. And then he opens them, hops to his paws, and screeches: "HOLLYLEAF GET DOWN FROM THERE BEFORE YOU HURT YOURSELF!"

and Hollyleaf will be all: "You're not my father, remember? I don't have to listen to you."

And then Squirrelflight will, like, claw the daggone Meeting Tree and drag her daughter down by the scruff and lick her her all over and nudge her because "what in the name of StarClan we're you thinking, going that high?! We barely escaped the fire with our lives and now you want to jump on trees? Are you trying to make me lose half my fur running after you?!"

and Hollyleaf will be confused because "How can you just act like you didn't lie to us?"

"Because we didn't. Leafpool said she found you three in the woods in the snow and asked us to take care of you. If you want to go live in WindClan with Crowfeather, of all cats, then feel free."

"You literally told Ashfur that we weren't your kits."

"Because it was either that or get burned alive! Are you mouse-brained or-?"

"Wait a minute, what happened with Ashfur and the fire?!"

"Not now Brambles, our kids have thistles for brains."

"Yes now! What happened with Ashfur in the fire?! How did he even come up in this talk? I thought you were with me!"

"Holly, Jay, and Lion were stuck in camp so I went back for them but the way out burned up so I found a log and was trying to push it through. Ashfur comes out of nowhere and starts yowling about how I was supposed to live him and nobody saw his pain-."

"What with StarClan?"

"And then he wouldn't move so when he mentioned the kits I said the first thing that popped into my head and prayed that it would work. Apparently someone up there decided we should live."

"And you told me none of this because..."

"I knew you would go looking for Ashfur and you didn't deserve to have his blood on your paws. Besides, someone obviously already dealt with him so can we please go home? I'm tired, Brambles. I didn't want to have to go through this and now literally everyone knows!"

"Ashfur tried to kill you all."

"Yes."

"Ashfur, Cloudtail's brother, my former best friend, tried to kill my mate and kits... over a crush."

"Apparently so."

"I'm going to dig up his body and tear it to pieces, that mangy piece of fox-hearted rat drippings! That soulless waste of space and life and air! That wretched foolish good for nothing miserable rat faced black-hearted clawslice of filth isn't even worth theair you breatheif he would dare attack four of his Clanmates, a mother and her kits at that, over something that happened so many moons ago that the current generation has no knowledge of it!"

"You tell em Brambleclaw!" Someone cheered.

"Ferncloud, I love you. You're one of my best friends and you nursed my kits when Squirrelflight was vulnerable because she couldn't so you will always have a place in my heart. But that brother of yours-."

"Brindleface will never be proud of him. If he gets into StarClan, it will be by the shortest fur on his pelt, and nobody will ever forgive him."

Brambleclaw looked shocked at Ferncloud's declaration, but dipped his head.

"I am honored to have you in my life. Thank you for all you've done."

"Take Squirrelflight and your kits back to camp, Brambleclaw. We'll wrap up the Gathering and fill you in when we get back."

Woah, I wrote a whole story. I'm'na keep it. Maybe AU it.

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

Eaglefoot’s Redemption

I-When WindClan returns to camp there’s too much excitement. Between the cats who stayed in camp greeting their friends and kin and Morningflower’s mournful yowl as she sees her dead son, Hedgepaw’s, dead body carried into camp, no one notices Eaglefoot hunched besides the medicine cat den. The only cat to notice him is Tallstar, who only gives him a passing glance as he rushes into the den to see how Deadfoot is doing.

-As soon as things calm down, Mudclaw is the first to notice the guilt drenched cat and hisses, many other cats join in scorning him, even Morningflower, who hardly ever shows any sort of aggression, draws her lips back in a snarl.

-Ashfoot, with Crowkit trotting behind her, is the only one to immediately come to her son’s defense. Tallstar exits the medicine den and both Ashfoot and Eaglefoot ask how Deadfoot’s doing at the same time.

-Tallstar glares at Eaglefoot, but answers to Ashfoot that Barkface has done everything he can, and that it’s in StarClan’s paws now. As soon as he finishes his answer, Tallstar walks to the center of the camp, flicking his tail at Eaglefoot, signalling for him to come away from the medicine den. As soon as Eaglefoot is closer he snaps, “What do you think gives you the right to come back to WindClan after you betrayed us for TIgerstar, joining his side in a battle that ended up killing your own apprentice and terribly injuring your father! Your deputy!”

-Eaglefoot desperately tries to explain that he was scared and Icetail persuaded him to come with him. He was afraid of what would happen if WindClan didn’t join Tigerstar. He was afraid that they’d be driven out again, just as they had when he was a kit, which had killed both of his littermates. Gorsepaw had already been killed by Tigerstar’s wrath, and he didn’t want Hedgepaw to meet the same fate as he had. He as in both Gorsepaw and Eaglefoot

-Mudclaw hisses that he is a coward and that he is ashamed to have been the mentor of a traitor. Tallstar seems to soften, but only slightly. He is still angry that Eaglefoot would drag his apprentice along, leading to his death. Eaglefoot says he knows that he was wrong and he would forever live with the guilt that Hedgepaw was dead because of him. Tallstar also asks why Eaglefoot would have fled the battle instead of fighting alongside WindClan, why didn’t he protect Hedgepaw. Eaglefoot says that he desperately wanted to, that he was trying to get Hedgepaw to run away when Icetail spun around, called them traitors and attacked Hedgepaw, killing him. Eaglefoot was too mortified to do anything but run. He didn’t know how he could face Icetail after everything. He didn’t know how he could fight after seeing his apprentice killed in front of him. He could only feel scared. But he ran and came back to WindClan. He knew that he wanted to, had to come home. He knew he was a coward now. But he also knew that he didn’t run away from what he’d done. He wanted to be a part of WindClan again, no matter what he had to do in order to regain his clan’s trust.

-Everyone seemed to go quiet for a few heartbeats. Tallstar’s expression softened to pity for the young warrior. Suddenly Whitetail stepped up to Eaglefoot. “Icetail knew that you loved him,” she says. “He knew that you loved him, but he didn’t love you back. And he used your love and devotion to him. He used you so he would have some sort of following. All he ever wanted was power, even when we were kits and apprentices he wanted noting but to be the one on top of everything. Even if that meant using others or hurting them. I’m sorry that my brother did that to you, Eaglefoot. I’m sorry for everything that’s happened, and all of the heartbreak and mourning you must feel right now.” She touches her nose to Eaglefoot’s ear. Eaglefoot awkwardly thanks her, embarrassed, but genuinely grateful for her support and comfort.

-Most of the clan has calmed down and seems to have been softened by Eaglefoot’s and Whitetail’s words. Tallstar turns to Eaglefoot and says that he must think about what to do with him. For now he can stay, but he must help Barkface tend to everyone’s wounds. Eaglefoot, of course, quickly agrees and bows to his leader.

-The sun sets and Barkface exits his den. He meets with Tallstar, Ashfoot, and Sorrelpelt. Any cats dosing off are suddenly awakened by Ashfoot’s yowl of despair, running into the medicine cat den. Sorrelpelt and Tallstar following.

Deadfoot has joined StarClan. The WindClan deputy is dead.

-As the clan surrounds Deadfoot’s body for his vigil, Ashfoot curls her tail around her young son besides his father’s body. Sorrelpelt hangs her head over her brother as she mews her goodbyes. Eaglefoot gently pads to his father’s body and stands beside his mother and younger brother, cautious that someone might howl at him to get away. Mudclaw sneers, but doesn’t say anything.

-Just before moonhigh, Tallstar breaks away from the vigil of his former apprentice and deputy and calls a meeting. The few cats that had returned to their nests rejoin in the clearing. Tallstar looks down to Eaglefoot, who hasn’t moved from his parents’ and brother’s side since his father had died. Eaglefoot suddenly feels panicked that Tallstar will kick him out. He had ran from the battle that had killed his deputy, how could he ever forgive him? But to his surprise, Tallstar announces that Eaglefoot can rejoin WindClan and be a WindClan warrior once more. He says that Eaglefoot has gone through enough mourning in one day that he doesn’t deserve to have to mourn his own warriorship, or separated from his other parent and sibling when he’s already lost his father and littermates. However, for an entire moon he must go on dawn patrol, every single day. Not as much as a punishment, but more to prove his loyalty to his clan and to regain his clanmates’ trust. Eaglefoot of course eagerly agrees, and thanks Tallstar with every fur on his pelt. Ashfoot also thanks Tallstar. Crowkit also chirps, “Thank you, Tallstar!” and twines himself between his older brother’s front paws.

-After a short purr, Tallstar looks up to the moon, “It’s almost moonhigh. I must name a new deputy.” Anyone who might have stopped paying attention quickly perks back up. “I of course have not had much time to prepare to make my choice,” Tallstar almost mutters so quietly that some of the clan may not have even heard him, “but WindClan is strong! And must remain strong! We have hard a hard few seasons, but WindClan will thrive no matter what the challenge!” All the cats howl and cry with pride and strength. “I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirit of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve my choice. The new deputy of WindClan is Mudclaw.”

[sunnymoon-sunshine]

Yellowfang has always been one of my absolute favorite characters. It seems that I’m not in the minority when I say that, either - Yellowfang’s grumpy demeanor and her inner strength make her a likable character. Her bond with Fireheart, in which she takes on the role of a guide and parental figure of sorts is nearly as heartwarming as the friendship she forges with Cinderpelt after the latter’s accident.

So you can imagine my surprise and delight when I learned that Yellowfang was to get her own super edition, Yellowfang’s Secret, which would be a peek into Yellowfang’s life in ShadowClan before her exile. Finally! A book about Yellowfang herself! Surely it would be good... right?

About the moment I flipped to the page where it was revealed Yellowfang had her own secret power, my disappointment was as great and bitter as if I’d bitten into a lemon. It was at this point that OotS was winding down, and we’d been promised no more powers, and yet someone - be it author or editor, decided to bestow upon Yellowfang the most useless and needless power. The ability to feel when someone was hurt. Why.

I feel as if this introduction was made solely in an attempt to capture the attention of the reader in a loud and demanding way, while also easily and lazily patching the plot. Why did Yellowfang become a medicine cat? Why, of course - ! It’s because she has to! She can’t be a warrior if she’s feeling everyone elses’ pain. That would just be silly. It also perpetuates the trend of cats being forced into the role of medicine cat, which is incredibly frustrating.

Additionally, I’ll always dislike how Raggedstar was portrayed in this. For how he was talked about in Into the Wild, he was a decent leader for ShadowClan and at least somewhat well respected. The character butchering they performed on him is disappointing.

So, if I were to rewrite Yellowfang’s Secret, I would begin with a major overhaul of well... nearly everything. I’m not sure if I would start out in her kithood or not - seems redundant. We don’t need to know what her kithood is like.

Yellowfang is a newly made ShadowClan warrior with a lot of promise. Fast, sharp with teeth made for snapping tails, she quickly makes a name for herself in ShadowClan, and outside of it. She takes not an enthusiastic approach to this, but a more solemn - if she didn’t have such a temper, she’d likely be a future candidate for deputyship. Cedarstar is far wiser than to put his clan in her paws, however. Raggedpelt, who is just a slight bit older than Yellowfang herself, seems to have the most potential for the position, not as fierce but calmer, wiser.

And the clan is endlessly amused by him and Yellowfang, their constant back and forth quips and lighthearted snaps. It’s clear to everyone that only Raggedpelt can calm the raging Yellowfang. They make good friends, despite their occasional disagreements.

Yet the faintest whisper, like a breeze in the marsh, ruffles the fur of her ears. “You will carry a secret, Yellowfang,” Comes the whisper of one - or is it many? “A secret that will haunt you for the rest of your life.”

But for all her talent, Yellowfang grows weary of the blood on her paws. Every battle has the cries of cats echoing in her ears as they weep for their loved ones. And it sickens her that she perpetuates the cycle of endless war and death. Her temper is as sharp as her claws, but her empathy is far stronger than any ShadowClan cat could imagine. She feels like a warrior through and through, but looking into the eyes of a terrified WindClan cat as they’re cornered, as they look for escape from what they must see as certain death. His eyes are wide, and the scrappy black-and-white cat looks about as terrified as the prey she corners in the marsh. He looks barely old enough to be a warrior, and she feels not the stab of rage that WindClan dared step foot on her territory, but a sinking feeling in her heart. She almost wants to comfort him. Instead, she steps aside. She allows him to leave, and he shoots off immediately - but he pauses to glance back at her. “Go!” She barks, and he nearly jumps out of his fur, pelting off into the fray.

She nearly gets in trouble for her moment of mercy. ShadowClan is not known for their acts of kindness, a reputation that Cedarstar would like to keep. His voice is stern as he tells her to fight. “He went on to nearly tear the fur off Deerleap. Your duty is to listen to orders, Yellowfang, and that order is to fight until either you, or they, cannot fight any longer.”

Yellowfang feels frustration from the tips of her claws to the tip of her tail. Cedarstar had made a decent point, yet her frustrated and stubborn side would not yield. He did not look at that small, scrappy WindClan warrior and see what she saw - he was an enemy.

She saw nothing but a scared cat.

At the gathering, she sees him again. He’s among the WindClan cats, who generally are avoiding their ShadowClan neighbors during this full moon. It’s why she’s surprised when, during the leaders’ reports, she hears a hiss in her ear. It’s so soft she barely hears it, yet she’ll remember the words for years to come.

“Thank you.”

It’s also at this gathering that she learns of Hawkheart, a warrior turned medicine cat. This piques her interest - she didn’t even know that was an option.

As the days go on and life becomes harder as the snow sets in, Yellowfang is still ever the fierce warrior. Yet she harbors a secret wish - that she didn’t have to be. She goes and helps Sagewhisker during these times, something that Sagewhisker was initially reluctant to do - until she found Yellowfang’s potential as an assistant. Curt as she may be, she begins dabbling at teaching Yellowfang herbs when she can, though it seems Cedarstar is determined to keep her out of the medicine cat den and “Not waste time on herbs when there’s mouths to feed.”

“Grumpy old-” Sagewhisker used a few good curses that would have made Yellowfang cuff her ears. “Thinks that claws and teeth are the only useful things in this clan. No respect for this den!” She snaps a twig between her teeth to vent her frustration. “If his warriors would learn what a leaf would do, maybe I wouldn’t be so busy all the time! Maybe if he didn’t preach fight first, ask questions later, I’d have an apprentice at this point!”

Yellowfang pauses, claws working in the dirt. It feels as if she’s teetering on the edge of something, yet she doesn’t know what. As if this conversation is about to decide something important. “An apprentice?” Sagewhisker is in a mood, this much is clear. “Yes, an apprentice! StarClan knows, there have been a few good candidates, yet he always shoves them along the path of a warrior.” She shoves aside a pile of moss, tail flicking irritably. “Now look at me. Old and no apprentice. StarClan has a sick sense of humor.”

“I could be your apprentice.”

Yellowfang catches flack from her old warrior peers. It is the hardest part of the year, and she’s retreated to the medicine cat den, where she’s guaranteed a meal and no longer forced to hunt or patrol for the clan’s needs. It doesn’t stop her from hunting when she has the time, but Sagewhisker demands her attention at nearly all times of the day, giving her barely a chance to rest. It feels as if her new mentor is trying to bestow seasons of training onto her in a short couple of moons. That, and Raggedpelt seems shocked, hurt, and even heartbroken. It had never really occured to her that he might have taken a fancy to her, and it’s only now that she’s under a strict code that permits no such pleasure that she feels her fur grow warm when she sees him. The clan resents her, her leader is dismayed that one of his most fierce warriors has disappeared into the healer’s den, and cold frogs are the only thing anyone is bringing home. She takes the stringiest of them.

Yet as the season goes on, it quickly becomes apparent that Yellowfang has a natural talent for medicine. She’s got a sharp memory, quick to take action, and has fixed more wounds and illnesses in a moon than Sagewhisker could do in a season (though, no one would say that aloud, for fear of inciting Sagewhisker’s wrath). She proves to be just as useful an asset to ShadowClan as a medicine cat than she was as a warrior - if not more valuable now than she was before. The clan soon respects her talents, as do the other clans. Her and Hawkheart share a friendship based off of their mutual beginnings (and frustration over their “stupid, bloody useless warriors”).

Raggedpelt, now deputy, has taken to escorting her around the territory. “You never know when one of those kittypet rogues will jump out. I have to keep our medicine cat safe.”

“I could rip the fur off your shoulders before you could flinch.”

“Remind me to stop being nice to you.”

The two become close, and Yellowfang is head over paws for him. He’s the ideal warrior, strong and couragous and loyal to a fault. He doesn’t understand Yellowfang’s desire not to fight any longer, but he sees no problem with the two of them sneaking out at night. After all, there’s no harm in a little fun. The rule medicine cats have is ridiculous, anyway. She laps up his words, finding she wanted nothing more to believe him.

And then came the day she realized she was carrying kits.

Sagewhisker covers for her solely because she has no other apprentice she could train on such short notice. They tell no one, because Cedarstar would snatch Yellowfang from her position, ignoring any protest Sagewhisker might have. ShadowClan needs a medicine cat to carry on healing and communicating with StarClan, despite what “that old fool thinks.” Sagewhisker spits. But she’s furious with Yellowfang too. “I told you that you have to drop your warrior habits. I told you that you’re a medicine cat now, and to act like it. StarClan will punish you, Yellowfang. You mark my words.”

It doesn’t really occur to her what that punishment could possibly be, until she’s alone kitting on the outskirts of the marsh. No one could help her. Sagewhisker had to stay in camp - not that it was likely she would help regardless. It’s a long, grueling process, and in the end, it was nearly for naught. Two kits gone, only a small, sad scrap who fought to get at her belly and nurse. She wasn’t sure if he would make the trip back. But he did, hours later, and she felt a sense of unease as she placed the newborn kit by the belly of Lizardstripe, arguably the most unlikeable cat in the clan.

She wanted to walk with Raggedpelt. To receive some sort of comfort after her trial. But their relationship slowly faded, as each grew busier with their jobs. And it wasn’t as if he put much effort into seeing her either way. Yet she almost prefers it this way. It’s freeing, in a sense. She can go back to being a medicine cat first and foremost for the clan, watching from afar as he helps raise their child. And she never quite stopped admiring Raggedpelt for the fantastic warrior, deputy, and eventual leader he became. Calmer, cooler headed than Cedarstar, with just enough of a soft spot for Yellowfang to get away with a lot more than Sagewhisker was ever able to. It also helped that Yellowfang’s nasty temper never swayed - she would hold warriors back from the frontlines without hesitation if she felt they shouldn’t be out there, fool-headed leader or not.

Brokenkit grew into a fine apprentice, then warrior. Not the strongest at first, but he made up for it with his craft and skill. He was a smooth talker, able to weedle his way out of any punishment, and convince anyone of anything he wanted them to believe. She felt nothing but pride - and perhaps a flicker of worry. She had nightmares of a snake, bent at the tail end, hovering above her and waiting for her to strike. She tried her best to guide him. He ignored her - she was just a medicine cat, after all. Lizardstripe’s parenting left a lot to be desired, and Raggedpelt’s habit of spoiling him and ignoring his more worrying traits led Yellowfang to pace the den. It was something Sagewhisker would have yelled at her for, yet the den was empty. Sagewhisker had been buried under her favorite tree - a spiky, gnarled tree that was just as prickly as she was. It was her last request. “Make it a pain for them to bury me there, too.” She rasped to Yellowfang. “I want them to suffer for all the headaches they’ve given me.”

The silence in the den was deafening. For the first time in a long time, she felt alone. It was as if there was a chasim between her and the warriors, her and everyone else. The path of a medicine cat was a lonely, drawn out path, she finds. Even when she walks with Raggedpelt to the moonstone, even when they laugh and joke and prod each other just like old times, it still feels as if there’s a barrier between them.

He’s long grown out of his love for Yellowfang. She still holds a sort of affection for him, warm - yet not quite romantic. A healthy respect, and admiration, yet she feels comfortable where she is without him as her mate. She cheers him on as he gains his nine lives, and they walk out of the Moonstone together with a new hope for the future of ShadowClan.

That lasts until his first deputy passes. Raggedstar, the old fool, overlooks all the other potential leaders - the hardworking Nightpelt, most insultingly of all - for his son, who had barely finished training an apprentice. He claims the timing of it all is a sign from StarClan that his son has earned the position. Yellowfang uses a few choice curses she learned from Sagewhisker when she discusses it with him later.

“Fiddle-headed fool,” She spats, the nicest thing she’s said to him that night. “Flea-bitten idiotic puddle of marsh water. Your son isn’t a leader. He’s barely a warrior, with a fool for a father.”

“He’s earned his position.” Raggedstar argues, though he’s backed against the far end of his den. Yellowfang, though a medicine cat, is still one of the most intimidating felines of the forest. “Foxheart’s passed, and he’s just finished training an apprentice.”

“Giving a warrior an apprentice is supposed to gauge if they’re ready to be deputy, not give them a free pass for the position!” Yellowfang spits. “Just look at what happened. Clawface is just as much of a fool as you. He’s a disaster. Bloodthirsty, battle-hungry. It’s a fight to keep his claws on this side of the border.”

“It’s not Brokentail’s fault how Clawface turned out. He was naturally headed in that direction. He did his best, and I’m sure his next apprentice will do better.” Raggedstar stands up straight, and marches over to her. He shoves his muzzle in her face, and whispers as quiet as a mouse’s breath, “Don’t you trust our son?”

Yellowfang takes a deep breath to steady herself, before shoving her muzzle back in his face. “No more than I trust a rat in the carrion place.”

When she leaves the den, Brokentail is sitting just outside. They make eye contact, and she realizes that he caught most of the conversation. For a horrible moment, she fears he heard Raggedstar’s words. But no, there was no confusion or hurt or any other feelings she would assume a cat finding out his true parentage would feel. Instead, there’s something cold in the pit of those amber eyes. It fills her with a sense of unease.

Yellowfang is sure she’s made an enemy of her son.

Moons go by, and it’s clear Brokentail is hungry for battle and territory. Raggedstar has a difficult time telling him no, however Yellowfang was quick to fill in the gaps. It was, in some strange, twisted way, as if they were a family. Yet Brokentail dragged them into skirmishes, started battles, lost them warriors and lost Raggedstar lives.

“You only have one life,” Raggedstar comments to his son, limping along. He’d sacrificed himself to save the idiot boy. “You ought not to be so foolish.”

Moons later, it was proven that even nine lives does not equal to eternity. Raggedstar was found in pieces, and Yellowfang could do nothing but mourn. He as a fine cat, a great warrior and a good leader for ShadowClan.

Her period of mourning was cut short when Brokentail received his nine lives, and proceeded to drive ShadowClan into the ground. She spoke out, yet it felt like her voice was the only one raised. The rest of the clan, raised on a diet of battles and violence, seemed to agree with him at first. And then, once kits were being sent out to war, unable to find their voices. It was for the greater good, after all. They drove out WindClan, after all, and got all this territory for their children. Their children, who Yellowfang pointed out with bitterness in her voice, who lay scattered and dead in WindClan camp.

She didn’t save Tallstar all those years ago, only to have him driven out of his own camp. She argued, fought, spat at Brokenstar, unwilling to let him continue any longer without fierce opposition.

“You never liked me, did you?” He interrupted her during one of her tirades.

She pauses, her mouth open. Then she shuts it. She closes her eyes, and sinks her claws into the ground, and chews on her words before she speaks them. “I did.”

“Old fool.”

She should have seen it coming. She should have realized he’d make sure she couldn’t oppose him any more.

She didn’t realize he would drive her not only from her position, but from her clan.

They had to have known that she didn’t kill those kits. Yet no one said a word, too afraid of the rogues in camp, too afraid of Brokenstar’s wrath. Too afraid of the ShadowClan they’d allowed to flourish under Brokenstar’s rule. She fled for her life, across the thunderpath where they would not follow her, into territory she’d barely ever stepped foot in. Into ThunderClan territory. Where she would meet a determined young apprentice, foolhardy enough to give her food. Who would grow into the finest warrior she’d ever seen. Even better than Raggedstar himself. A cat she could be proud to know.

StarClan was wrong. However hard her secret tried to follow her, it could not haunt her forever. As Fireheart stood over her, warmer than even the fire around her, she hurt from pride. She would have loved for him to have been her son, but this is how things were. He listened to her secret, and if he cast judgement, it did not reflect on his expression, which never shifted from panic. He would miss her. She would miss him.

But her secret was out, after all this time. And now she truly felt peace.

Judge me as you will, StarClan.