Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160503221748/@comment-33008190-20160506043154

Flamewillow crossed out of Starclan territory. It was dark and mysterious where he was, but it had no signs of anything there. It wasn't the Dark Forest. It was just...neutral territory.

It is almost time. He thought. Preparations were still ongoing, but sometime in the next half-moon or two, Flamewillow would mcarry out his plan. It was needed, for the sake of fulfilling prophecies, completing his job as a Starclan cat, and making sure these cats' destinies were correct. It all had to be in place.

So he waited, hoping for that day to come, and hoping it did not come to the part where he would have to explain the one consequence.

One of them, one of the five cats...

Would perish.