It seemed rare that anyone neared the edge of StarClan, where a thick mist marked the border between the heavens and hell. Truth be told, he would not be able to pinpoint what compelled him to prowl this side of the forest - perhaps it was to get away from the vast majority of spirits that haunted these woods.
Regardless, it mattered little. There was something strange in the air - an acrid reek of rotten blood that made his skin itch unpleasantly. As he neared the fog, he was acutely aware something was
wrong. It went beyond just unpleasant stenches.
The haze was fading. He could see gaps in the barrier, a void sucking away StarClan's light. And within the fractured wall,
movement.
He wasted no time, erupting in a snarl as he launched himself toward the invader.
"Leave it to a rotten fish to poison paradise!"
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