The End

Uh...This clan has been dead for at least 3 years, so let me make an official post to conclude the end of this clan. So enjoy this short, off my memory of how warriors stories go, ending of this clan. :D

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

No! The Twolegs have arrived! I must warn the clan! Jayzstar thought to herself. Oh where's that deputy of mine?! Why aren't there patrol groups out here on the border?

Jayzstar rushed into the camp and yelled, "ALL TO GATHER BY THE HIGHLEDGE NOW. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY"

However, as she headed towards the highledge, she noticed an eerie atmosphere within the camp. Fallen tree logs litter the middle of the camp. Leaves of an autumn's gradient covered the grassy clearing. The shadows seemed to mock her, the air as still as the Twolegplace's green water.

"Hello? Midnightclaw? Pirklewynd? Anyone?"

The camp was deserted. She slowly crept towards the medicine den, in hopes of finding her friend. Nothing. Just the sight of torn pieces of herbs on the cold stone floor and sight of claw marks, signaling a battle was fought earlier on.

"No. NO. AM I TOO LATE? OH STARCLAN WHY." She crumpled onto the floor, paws on her ears, attempting to wake up from this nightmare.

Had they attacked the camp while I was away to visit Riverflame? If only I hadn't disobeyed the rules, maybe I would have saved them...Oh Starclan, please forgive me.

She slowly got up from the floor, and walked towards the leader's den. There, in crimson red, were scratch marks making out the words "Run now, never return". On her mossy nest, there was a single obsidian coloured rose, its petals stained with droplets of scarlet blood.

Her eyes dilated with fear, and numbly picked up the flower. The blood carried a familiar scent. It smelled of the shadows, mysterious and lithe.

Midnightclaw! No! I've failed you, my dearest deputy...

She could imagine the vision of the camp being invaded by the Twolegs, with their monstrous sharp yellow machines, clamping down upon their camp's walls. Cats flailing about and wailing, as a sharp ear-deafening sound pierced through the forest, as the machines started slicing through the trees that once protected the camp. The blood of the trees spew everywhere, covering the camp in its debris. Midnightclaw trying to evacuate the camp, yelling orders and trying to get everything under control. The kits were carried away by queens via the escape tunnels. The warriors desperately trying to fight back the monsters, just to be carried away by the Twolegs with metallic cages. Pirklewynd trying to find the right herbs to bring along with her, merely scavenging and having to rush out to escape being crushed by the machines. Midnightclaw swiftly nipping off the obsidian coloured rose that grows next to her nest, and placing it on the leader's nest. After leaving the message, she rushed out either to get caught by the Twolegs, or escaped into the rest of the woods, leaving a trail of blood behind her. Jayzstar could only hope that it was the latter.

She opened her eyes again, heart sinking to the bottom of the bone-cold den. Why did I have to fall for that Riverflame? If I had listened to Midnightclaw's advice of following Starclan's rules, I would not have left to be with him, and would have stayed to protect my clan better. Now, not only have I destroyed Jayzclan, but I have also lost my deputy, my friend, and most importantly, Starclan's trust in me as the leader of the clan. I'm sorry... As her nose rests on the obsidian rose, tears dripped onto the shadowy petals of the flower....


In memory of Jayzclan, 2011-2014. To my great deputy, Midnightclaw, for inspiring me to start up the clan after joining our original clan. Characters are owned by their respective players. 

Sorry this clan is dead now. Good bye my fellow clanmates. 


    *´¨)
  ¸.•´ ¸.•*´¨)  ¸.•*¨)
( ¸.•´       (¸.•`  ¤ Jayzstar ¤