You are the oldest by far.

[Poisonfang]

Poisonfang sighed a he slid into the warrior's den. His pelt filled with darkness, blending in. He located Pebblestorm. Then he concentrated. He set a trance on him. If you tried to wake him up, it would be useless. It was just his body you were shaking. His would was with Poisonfang. He took the sleeping would, and they transferred to a field.
"Get up."
He hissed sharply.

[Pebblestorm]

He was in a fitful sleep before he was awakened. He couldn't get his life out of his head. His siblings were dead. Wolfscar was the only one alive, and she was the leader of Deathclan. He couldn't believe that Wolfscar was truly evil. Surely there was a reason. Maybe she had gotten attached to the rogues. He woke up at a sharp, yet familiar voice....
"Poisonfang!"
His voice cut off as he jerked upright. Where was he? Wasn't he dead? Why was he here?

[Poisonfang]

"I need your help."
His voice softened, but he had enough pride, it wasn't a pleading note. His eyes that were a hard blood red were now the color of a warm glowing fire.
"Starclan, they're coming. They got irritated by the Dark Forest's prescribe. We are a threat that has done nothing. I wanted to see Wolfscar, that was all. Now they want to kill her, and Deathclan."

[Pebblestorm]

"They want to what?"
Pebble storm shot to his feet.
"Wolfscar? Kill Wolfscar?"
His only sibling left. His blood sister. He had never stopped thinking of her as his sister. Neither had Mudwhisker. But wasn't he Starclan now? How could they agree to kill her off? She had done nothing...He looked at Poisonfang. He loved her too. And he wanted to protect, but there was nothing he could do now that he was in the Dark Forest.
"What can I do to help?"