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Kestrelstar could kiss her ass.

Or demote her.

Or, he would be sensible!!!! Yeah. Sensible!

Plumstorm took a very brief break between Snakeheart's den and this one, to cough and sneeze and maybe cry a little bit (who's to judge?) but her respite couldn't be long. Kestrelstar was MIA and she didn't want to risk taking too long. So, she hauled her last five cattails in to his den with urgency.

The warrior didn't marvel at being in the leader's den. There was no awed looks, no weird "i'm gonna sit here and pretend to be leader" some cats might have done. She'd been here before, when Lionstorm dwelled within. She knew what it was like, and had no desire to play make believe.

She knew what Hell was like after first experiencing the cattail before, in the medicine den. She knew what to expect.

That didn't mean it was easier.

Chomping down was like signing her own death warrant all over again, but she had to keep on going. She had to be strong.

Their lives were on the line!

And soon, Kestrelstar's den looked like the same dreamscape Hell that Snakeheart's dwelling had turned into. Except this was worst because the den was a little smaller and less.... big... Yeah, Plumstorm. That's right. Smaller, less big.

After all five cattails are again exhausted, she hops through the cloudy wall of fuzz and makes her escape, sneezing on the way to freedom.