After the battle with EastClan, Poisonthorn was having doubts. He had been a major part of the death of EastClan's leader, Ripplestar. Could StarClan, if they were even around anymore, forgive him for something like that? He swallowed. The icy water seemed to match his conflicted emotions, raging and swirling. On one hand they had one a battle, a true victory for his Clan. On the other hand they had driven EastClan from their home, displacing another Clan entirely. It didn't seem right to him at all.
He sighed, breezy air filling his nostrils as he watched the water go by and the fish leap through the streams. Why didn't StarClan stop the battle? Was it really meant to be? And why didn't Ripplestar have his nine lives? He didn't understand any of it, but it all seemed to be adding up to one thing... StarClan wasn't around anymore.