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StarClan's luminous and bright fields expand, flowers dripping glittering dew and grass the color of pristine snow as far as the eye could see, the sheer glow of it was enough to hurt ones eyes at times but he had long since learned nothing could hurt him here. Pain was for the mortal plain, StarClan was unburdened by most things that would entail suffering outside the pang of heartbreak and homesickness but even those dulled in time. Cats didn't even have to eat here but sparkling mice would occasionally bolt from shrubbery to entice a chase, it was more for the joy of the hunt than sustenance. He didn't like it, at first, felt it a sort of mockery to the living, remembers the cold day he attacked a ThunderClan border patrol over a squirrel. It seemed to paltry now when he didn't feel his belly growl and make demands of him, but it had been a very real bout of survival then.
The velvet red tom was a stain on the otherwise flawlessly pristine landscape, he saw him a mile away and then more, acutely aware of their visitors but finding his focus only for the SkyClan medicine cat he had known his entire life.
"Funny seeing you again so soon, Dawnglare, but I guess that's the life of a medicine cat. Cats are very rarely ever truly gone for you." Pale white paws carry him over, his steps are light and each movement is a confident strut forward until he stood opposite the medicine cat with golden eyes narrowed skeptically, "Maybe its why you're so callous with the living."
His disdain for the tom was something he never hid, but Snowpath was emboldened by his new existence; with no rules or expectations of niceties and politeness pushed upon him he could speak his mind without worry or concern for consequence and he was more than happy to deliver the warning StarClan so deemed necessary.
"Tell me, who are the cats you care for in SkyClan. Who would make your heart ache if you lost them?"