Ravenstar 

Shadowclan Leader 

Attempting to pin Kaelan down, Ravenstar grunted in frustration once the older tom stepped back. The huge black tom lunged forward, however it was too late and the Shadowclan leader didn’t see the stake in Kaelan’s mouth and couldn’t step back in time as the leader of the Immortal ones stabbed him in the chest with the sharp object. Letting out a loud shriek of pain, Ravenstar attempted to try to fight his way but the older tom moved forward and pushed him down, causing the stake to drive deeper into his skin and piercing into his heart. Gasping for air, Ravenstar’s eyes began feeling blurry.. The black tom’s teeth bared at the immortal one’s leader before the pain had overtaken him, before his eyes closed and his body went completely limp. 

“Wake up” a voice said before Ravenstar released a groan, opening his eyes. His gaze scanned the area, the Shadowclan leader was surrounded by mist in the middle of a clearing. Biting the inside of his cheek, he looked over and saw his current spirit guide, Leafstorm, in front of him. “Ravenstar.” The brown tom greeted him, nodding in greetings while a small smile appeared on his lips. Padding closer to Ravenstar, the elderly spirit looked at the young leader before nodding in approval“ While you’re stubborn, hard-headed and sometimes annoying.. I couldn’t had been more proud of you” Leafstorm said, leaning to touch the Shadowclan’s leader shoulder with his nose 

“I would had been proud to call you a grandson, with how you’ve been handling Shadowclan nicely and I can’t wait to see how our clan will grow.. From Starclan” Leafstorm said, chuckling in amusement at Ravenstar’s confusion. “You had lost your first life, and now I will be returning to Starclan as my unfinished business is resolved.. I will go to my internal peace.” Leafstorm said, before looking at Ravenstar’s features, studying him as if it was the last time they would see each other “We will meet again when you finally join Starclan, and I cannot wait to hear about the stories that you’ll have.” Leafstorm said before touching noses with Ravenstar 

“Larkpaw.” Leafstorm said suddenly, Ravenstar opened his eyes to see the young apprentice standing behind Leafstorm and bounding towards the two of them, an excited smile on the spirit’s face. “It’s your time to shine, ensure Ravenstar doesn’t do anything stupid while you’re guiding him.” Leafstorm said before the young Thunderclan apprentice had a determined expression, before nodding “I’ll do my best!” Larkpaw said, before Leafstorm stepped back and suddenly padded more into the mist, before a flash appeared and Leafstorm was gone. 

Larkpaw looked around for a moment, a confused expression on his face “You’re supposed to wake up now.. What’s happening?” Larkpaw questioned before looking around. They were still in the misty clearing. Unknowingly to the both of them, Ravenstar’s body was being carried off.. The stake was still in the heart. 

They were stuck.

Kaelan

Leader of The Immortal Ones

          Having learned from his mistakes with Windclan, he was prepared to strike Shadowclan with a far more strategic approach. Carelessness had led him to a hasty defeat before. He’d counted on Desertstar's sense of duty to be her downfall, believing that when he’d set her camp ablaze, she would prioritize the safety of her warriors, sacrificing her own to ensure their well-being. Then, once she’d succumbed to the smoke, he’d pluck Windclan's leader from the moors without resistance or bloodshed. However, his plans were thwarted by the unexpected return of two of her warriors, forcing him to return empty-handed.

           This time, he wouldn’t be so careless. In order to dismantle Shadowclan's defenses effectively, he needed to exploit their vulnerabilities at a more personal level. He had learned much about Ravenstar through his spies, studied his habits, his mannerisms— and he had found his weakness by noting the bonds he shared with his kin. There was a deep love there, a fierce protectiveness that Kaelan intended to weaponize and use against him. Reassessing his tactics, he was determined to adapt, to learn, and to ultimately reclaim the advantage he had let slip away.

           Now, at the heart of ShadowClan camp, he circled Ravenstar’s family, ensuring that Ravenstar would be drawn in by the sight of his kin’s distress. He wanted to get Ravenstar to act on instinct, to throw caution to the wind and attack. “Ooh, Ravenstar,” he sang out the leader’s name with a mocking lilt, his lips pulling back into a smile that revealed long, sharp canines. “It seems you’ve left your family unprotected. How very careless of you.”

           Then, as if on queue, the sound of heavy pawsteps echoed in the distance, growing louder as Ravenstar approached. Kaelan smirked, knowing he had the leader right where he wanted him. He watched as Ravenstar lunged forward, claws extended, and felt the Shadowclan leader’s claws rake across his neck, leaving a deep, stinging cut. Pain flared momentarily, but Kaelan welcomed it. Allowing the Shadowclan leader to take the first strike was a necessary part of the plan. He staggered back, blood already beginning to bloom across his fur, staining it a dark, sticky red.

           With Ravenstar now in close proximity, the stage was set, and Kaelan could finally orchestrate the next part of his plan. Just a few pawsteps away lay a sharpened stake, half-buried in the earth, a lethal instrument meticulously positioned for this very moment. He bent down, grasping it firmly between his teeth, the rough wood fitting comfortably in his jaws. Before Ravenstar could react, Kaelan pivoted and plunged the sharp wooden point directly into the Shadowclan leader's chest. It easily pierced through the flesh and muscle, sinking deep beneath his ribs. With an impassive expression, he drove the stake deeper, pushing Ravenstar to the ground, a gush of blood spraying from the wound, painting them both crimson.

           The world fell silent, an eerie hush, the sounds of battle fading into a distant murmur. All eyes turned toward Kaelan and Ravenstar, pausing mid-fight to watch in horror as they struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before them. Kaelan, barely noticing the weight of their gazes, leaned in closer, locking eyes with Ravenstar as he watched the light behind his eyes fade, flickering like a dying ember. It wasn’t until Ravenstar’s breath stilled, a final shudder escaping his lips, before he finally turned to face the ShadowClan warriors, disbelief etched across their faces.

           With a slow, deliberate smile that held no warmth or kindness, Kaelan addressed them, his voice slicing through the heavy silence as he motioned for his members to take Ravenstar’s body away.

“You are now under the rule of The Immortal Ones.”