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Bloodshot eyes, thinning fur, and sunken ribs. The ghastly molly lingered in the shadows where even the moonlight couldn't reach. It would be easy to mistake her for a spiteful spirit, unable to leave the earth do to unfinished business. However, stardust didn't cling to her pelt nor illuminate her steps. Unfortunately, life still caused her heart to beat.
The forsaken warrior wanted to spend the night alone in her den - so, like any other night. But the full moon beckoned the five clans from their nests. Untrustworthy in the eyes of the clan she'd be forced into servitude too, Emberstar wanted her to attend: to stay close, to keep an eye on her. In her mind, she had completed the quest she'd set out to do. A life for a life.
Unfortunately, the chipper molly had been claimed and accepted by the stars so she couldn't experience the cold death that swept her precious nephew and mentee away.
Seeing the narcissistic leaders clinging together, the molly felt sick. They had simply stood on branches and claimed lands. Why hadn't StarClan chosen the leaders? Why only the medicine cats? Because there were multiple leaders up there who did not deserve such a dignified title.
However, she hardly gave them more than a few moments of silent loathing. She had more important souls to find among the gathered cats. The elderly Frog's Croak caught her eyes from the treeline but she didn't say a word. Instead, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad he was well.
And then she saw Ribbit and couldn't breathe.
Guilt gnawed at her already shriveled, broken heart. She wanted to turn tail and leave. She had no right to approach him - not even the right to see him. Selfishly, though, she wanted to wrap her nephew into her embrace and never let him go. But, no, that was no longer her job. She'd lost the title of "aunt" the moment she failed his brother.
Still, she crept into his peripheral vision like the ghoul she had withered away to. A flick of the tail to draw his attention, beckoning him into the forest. If he wanted to, of course. She understood if he never wanted to see her again; stars, she didn't even want to see her ugly, distorted reflection.
The forsaken warrior wanted to spend the night alone in her den - so, like any other night. But the full moon beckoned the five clans from their nests. Untrustworthy in the eyes of the clan she'd be forced into servitude too, Emberstar wanted her to attend: to stay close, to keep an eye on her. In her mind, she had completed the quest she'd set out to do. A life for a life.
Unfortunately, the chipper molly had been claimed and accepted by the stars so she couldn't experience the cold death that swept her precious nephew and mentee away.
Seeing the narcissistic leaders clinging together, the molly felt sick. They had simply stood on branches and claimed lands. Why hadn't StarClan chosen the leaders? Why only the medicine cats? Because there were multiple leaders up there who did not deserve such a dignified title.
However, she hardly gave them more than a few moments of silent loathing. She had more important souls to find among the gathered cats. The elderly Frog's Croak caught her eyes from the treeline but she didn't say a word. Instead, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad he was well.
And then she saw Ribbit and couldn't breathe.
Guilt gnawed at her already shriveled, broken heart. She wanted to turn tail and leave. She had no right to approach him - not even the right to see him. Selfishly, though, she wanted to wrap her nephew into her embrace and never let him go. But, no, that was no longer her job. She'd lost the title of "aunt" the moment she failed his brother.
Still, she crept into his peripheral vision like the ghoul she had withered away to. A flick of the tail to draw his attention, beckoning him into the forest. If he wanted to, of course. She understood if he never wanted to see her again; stars, she didn't even want to see her ugly, distorted reflection.
@frog's ribbit