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This is a songfic AU featuring Heathertail, Nightcloud, Spottedleaf, Half-Moon, Storm, and Feathertail. All in that order for how the lyrics go.

I know I’m writing a lot of fanfics rn.


Pop, Six, Squish, Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz. Pop, Six, Squish, Uh uh, Cicero, Lipshitz. Pop, Six, Squish, Uh uh, Cicero, Lipshitz.

Six she-cats sat together all around in the Dark Forest. A black she-cat with amber eyes, growled. “I can’t believe those toms. They put us here.” She hissed. A white she-cat with green eyes looked at her, sorrowfully. “Not Jay’s Wing, Nightcloud.” Nightcloud narrowed her eyes. “Then why are you here, Half-Moon?” She growled. Half-Moon didn’t respond.

A light brown tabby she-cat with heather blue eyes let out a soft sigh. “I should’ve never met up with Lionblaze.” She growled. A brown and white tortoiseshell she-cat with brown eyes looked at the light brown tabby. “Oh, Heathertail. Me and you both.” She growled. “At least Thistleclaw is here with you, Spottedleaf.” Hissed a silver tabby she-cat with green eyes.

Spottedleaf glared at her. “Easy for you to say, Storm! At least Skystar’s in StarClan!” A silver tabby she-cat with sky-blue eyes hissed, “Quiet! We may as well not dwell on the past.” Storm glared at her. “Well, Feathertail, you’re always going on about how Crowfeather was too quick to move on!”

“He wasn’t!” Hissed Nightcloud. “In fact he was too slow! If he had moved on from Leafpool he would have loved me!” Feathertail looked unconvinced, but nodded. “You’re probably right.” She said. Storm looked around. “We need to stick together around here.” The other five nodded in agreement.

He had it comin’, he had it comin’, he had only himself to blame. If you’d have been there, if you’d have seen it, I betcha you would have done the same.

The six cats had been in the Dark Forest for a long while. The toms they had loved had betrayed them. All in agreement that it they had deserved it, StarClan had given them the choice the redeem themselves, but none of them accepted. They knew that those toms had deserved what they had gotten.

That’s at least what they thought. In agreement, they decided to stick together in the Place of No Stars ever since they had died. Who had judged these six she-cats? Only the six founders of the Clans. “Why did you do it?” Hissed Gray Wing. “Because they deserved it! You have no idea what we’ve been through! You would have done the same, if you were in our paws!” Growled Heathertail.

Nightcloud nodded in agreement. “Heathertail is right.” Shadowstar narrowed her eyes. “That doesn’t change the fact that you murdered them!” She hissed. “You’re lucky we’re even giving you a second chance, and you’re just throwing it away?!” Exclaimed Thunderstar.

“Yeah. I guess we are.” Said Feathertail. “Wait!” Said Half-Moon. “Listen to me, I didn’t kill him! I didn’t kill Jay’s Wing! I love him!” Cried the white she-cat. “You have no proof of that, Half-Moon. Jay’s Wing isn’t here to prove it, either.” Said Skystar. “Or should I say Jayfeather.” Her eyes widened. “See! Jayfeather’s alive!”

“They’re still two different cats! Jay’s Wing just all of a sudden disappeared?! No!” Yowled Windstar. Spottedleaf looked at Half-Moon. “Half-Moon, come on. We believe you, don’t worry.” She said. “You may as well come with us. StarClan won’t listen either way.” She said. Half-Moon eventually let out a small sigh. “Alright. I’ll come with you.” She said, sadly.

The whole of StarClan watched as they were sent to the Dark Forest.

Pop, Six, Squish, Uh uh, Cicero, Lipshitz. Pop, Six, Squish, Uh uh, Cicero, Lipshitz

“Remember when we were young and first fell in love with those foolish toms?” Asked Nightcloud, bitterly. “I do.” Said Heathertail. “I remember very well.” She said, closing her eyes, sadly.

Y’know how people have those little habits that get you down. Like Bernie. Bernie liked to chew gum. No, not chew, pop.

Heatherpaw crept out of camp to meet up with Lionpaw. She was excited to go into the tunnels and be the DarkClan leader Heatherstar, with Lionpaw as her deputy. Heatherpaw snuck into the tunnels, to see Lionpaw in there, waiting for her. He looked . . . troubled. “Lionpaw, what’s wrong?” She asked him, as she padded into the tunnels.

He stared at her, before shaking himself and saying, “Nothing! Nothing’s wrong! I was just thinking . . . about us.” He said. Heatherpaw narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean?” She asked. “It’s just . . . I was told that I shouldn’t be in here with you.” Her eyes widened. Someone knew?! Had he told Firestar? “Who?” She asked.

“Jaypaw. But don’t worry, he won’t tell anyone.” Lionpaw assured her. “And I don’t think I’m going to listen to him. How can a little playing hurt, after all?” Heatherpaw smiled, relieved. She was glad Lionpaw had chose to keep coming. This was like her escape. A vacation from all her worries about WindClan, and being an apprentice, and all that.

But as they played, she could tell Lionpaw was still hesitant about playing, and getting too close to her. And she didn’t like that.

So I came home this one day, and I’m really irritated, and I’m looking for a little bit o’ sympathy. Now there’s Bernie lyin’ on the couch, drinkin’ a beer, and chewin’. No, not chewin’. Poppin’. And I said to him, “If you pop that gum one more time.”

A few nights later, Heatherpaw went into the tunnels, irritably. Crowfeather had been criticizing her lately, and telling her at this rate, she’d never become a warrior. She needed to get away from WindClan for awhile. She wanted to talk to Lionpaw, and tell him about it. That night as she was in the tunnels, he was there. As he always was.

She smiled, and ran up to him. “Lionpaw!” She cried out, happily. Lionpaw looked serious, and mournful. “Lionpaw, what’s wrong?” She asked him. “Nothing, Heatherpaw. It’s just that . . . I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” He said. “I don’t think we should be together anymore.” Heatherpaw flinched away from him.

“What do you mean?” She asked, eyes wide. “I mean that . . . we should stop coming to the tunnels. We should just focus on our training, and not be together anymore. Let’s just focus on our Clans. Forget about each other. Forget about all this.” He said. Heatherpaw narrowed her eyes, and unsheathed her claws, angrily.

“Fine! I don’t need you anyway, Lionpaw!” She hissed, more hurt than angry. His face was emotionless. “Goodbye, Heatherpaw.”

“I promise, you’ll pay for this.” She said, her voice shaking. Lionpaw walked off. “Whatever. Focus on your training.” He growled.

And he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall, and fired two warning shots. Into his head.

It was the midst of battle. WindClan and ThunderClan. It was truly just a border skirmish but a battle nonetheless. Heathertail saw Lionblaze pinning down Crowfeather. Crowfeather! “Crowfeather, no!” She cried out, and began to run towards her former mentor. What was even better, it was Lionblaze she would get to fight.

“Get off of him!” She shrieked, lunging at him, and ripping him off of Crowfeather, and pinned him, baring her teeth. “Heathertail!” He gasped, eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

“Oh I’m just thinking about my Clan. Like you told me to!” She snarled, and delivered the killing blow. Lionblaze stared up at her in horror, and his eyes rolled back up in his head, as he stumbled back, collapsing on the ground.

He had it comin’, he had it comin’. He had only himself to blame. If you’d have been there, if you’d had heard it, I betcha you would have done the same.

“I remember killing Lionblaze.” Said Heathertail. “It felt good to get him back for what he did to me.” She growled. Now he felt on the outside what I felt on the inside. She thought. “Still odd why StarClan sent you to the Dark Forest.” Said Nightcloud. “It was killing in the midst of battle to protect your Clanmate.” She growled. “They may as well have sent him here too.”

Heathertail unsheathed her claws. “He was one of the prophesied three.” She hissed. “That’s probably why.” Nightcloud bared her teeth. “StarClan is easy on the cats they choose and the cats they like.” She spat, before looking at Heathertail. “You should have let Lionblaze kill Crowfeather before killing him.” She said.

“That rogue scum is the cat that put me in here.”

I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago. He told me he was single, and we hit it off right away.

Nightcloud looked over at Crowfeather. The black tom hadn’t been the same ever since the badger attack on ThunderClan. Well it was understandable since him and the ThunderClan medicine cat, Leafpool, had been forced to break up. “Are you okay?” Asked Nightcloud softly, as she padded over to him. He looked at her, and his tense form loosened.

“Yes I’m fine.” He said, his voice hoarse. “Well better now that you’re here.” He added, smiling softly. “I know it must be hard getting over Leafpool. And all that.” She said. Crowfeather looked away from her. “I won’t say it wasn’t hard.” He said, flatly.

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