'The stars have spoken to me since I was six moons old, Ternfrost.'
" Have they? " she drawls, brow raised - no hint of question or
curiosity, only skepticism. Marblepaw had never seemed it - seemed
special, for all her title and position. And yet- if Ternfrost truly thinks about it, neither had Starlingheart. Perhaps, she admits - if only to
herself - there are many kinds of star-touched.
'I want to know you'll stay' she says, and oh isn't that just it? She knows why they all take to the young tabbies proclamations with skepticism, with disbelief and disillusioned eyes.
" I will, " she agrees easily, the heady weight of a promise she fully intends to keep. And then,
" I'm not like them. Smogstar... Mirestar... for all their strengths, they have known other homes, other lives, " And when things had gotten to hard to bear beneath starclans gaze, they'd returned to what they'd once known.
" I was bon here - and, if nothing else, I can promise I will die here too, " she had never wanted anything more - except, maybe to be picked apart by Magpiepaws
birds, if only to be closed to him. But eyes blink, and that foolish dream fades as quickly as it had resurfaced. She would die for shadowclan - for
her clan.
Nine times over, if that's what it takes.
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