Gone

Ravenswoop padded into camp, head lowered, watching his shadowed paws in the moonlight. Nobody paid him any attention as he made his way into Foxstar's den, silent.
"Is something wrong, Ravenswoop?" The ginger tabby looked over his deputy with concern. He could tell there was something different about him, by how shadowed and darkened he looked now.
"I need to talk to you." The grey-brown tom looked up at the leader, deep yellow eyes blank and fazed.
Foxstar's tail tip twitched, expecting something disastrous. "Go on."

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Lionstrike was padding towards the entrance of MistClan, guilt overwhelming him as he ducked under the thorn shrubs into a dark clearing, fog close to his ginger paws. He kept his head up and eyes challenging, walked across to where a towering tree stood.

Cats had started milling around him, drawing back when they caught a whiff of the scent of SunClan. A dark brown tabby tom brushed past a group of cats, meeting Lionstrike's threatening gaze eye to eye. "SunClan?"

Lionstrike stared him down, raising his lips in a snarl. He said nothing.

The tabby looked at him in disgust. "Spy, I suppose. What do you want?"

His claws slid out, eyes flickering with pure annoyance. "You tell me."

His 'challenger' narrowed his eyes, tail lashing to the side as he brushed past the warrior. "Featherstar!"

The same familiar sky blue eyes looked out from the mist, and it wasn't long before he heard the thump of paws landing in front of him. "Well, Lionstrike, I see you've made your choice."

Lionstrike's ear twitched, nodding ever so slightly.

"Well." She looked him over, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "MistClan," She looked past him, towards the group of cats no larger than SunClan. "This is Lionstrike of SunClan. He is joining the clan, so..." Featherstar grinned menacingly. "Make him feel welcome."

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Foxstar stood poised atop the Sunrock, looking over the camp slowly. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, join here beneath the Sunrock for a clan meeting." His voice was raised only slightly, but the familiar surrounding of cats appeared just the same.

"We have bad news." Ravenswoop stood by his leader's side, eyes clouded with worry.

The dark ginger leader nodded, speaking out once more, "Lionstrike, one of the warriors of SunClan," He watched as cats noticed the missing cat, confused. "...has left. He's now with MistClan." Shock ran through the camp, utterly silent as the news soaked in.

"He was an honorable warrior, but if you see him on our territory," The leader paused, regretful of the next words. "treat him as you would treat a MistClan cat. He's not one of us anymore."