- Jun 7, 2022
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Dovekit and Blinding Star died because of her. She released Dovekit from her care the day before StarClan cruelly snatched her from her family. It could have been prevented. If under the care of Honeytwist or Beesong, her underlying issues would have been spotted and proper treatment applied. Unfortunately, they were not around and she, most certainly, couldn't compare to either.
And Blinding Star, his death merely a day ago, rejected her care. She could blame him for his death, scream at him for being so stubborn and setting her up to fail. She'd already done that, though. It didn't help. If StarClan chose any other cat then he would have accepted their aid: he would still be alive. But they chose her. A monster. She knew she deserved their hatred and distrust. She tried and tried but it was all futile.
So, she'd gone for a hunt to clear or thoughts. At least, that had been the originally plan; she'd always been a skilled huntress as shown when she adapted to hunting on the moors. Her body, however, reflected her damaged mental state. The burns on her front paws had lasting effects. Beesong warned that would be the case but she never thought-
Another punishment from StarClan, surely, signaling that saving Emberstar meant little in the grand scheme of things. Her paws were rendered near useless. Pain had become numbing and caused her nerves to frequently spasm. A juicy mouse had slipped right through her paws after she landed her practiced pounce. What once came naturally was now a constant struggle.
Glaring at her disfigured paws, she remained in her failed position. And, of course, to top the night off she'd somehow managed to stumble upon the site of the Great Battle. Her composure slipped and the dam preventing her tears broke. Silently, she sobbed.
She cried for Leaping Toad, for her remaining family, for her actions, for the ones she failed, for Bone, and for her current state. Tears cascaded from the well that'd previously been dried since that day in RiverClan.
Oh, how far she'd fallen. She laughed, expressing a mixture of emotions: at the very least, she'd struggle to harm another ever again. Perhaps, then, this was all for the best. She was tired, so tired, of being the monster. Of never being understood. Of being thought as a one-note maniac who felt nothing towards her crimes. Yes, she justified them but she knew that by doing so she'd morphed until a miserable, pitiful monster.
How stupid and selfish she'd been to appoint herself as the jury, judge, and executioner. The debt she collected- had it even been hers to collect? Ash suggested no. So, she deserved this pain. Maybe then, maybe then she'd return to being Salamander and not the vengeful ghoul stuck in the past.
And Blinding Star, his death merely a day ago, rejected her care. She could blame him for his death, scream at him for being so stubborn and setting her up to fail. She'd already done that, though. It didn't help. If StarClan chose any other cat then he would have accepted their aid: he would still be alive. But they chose her. A monster. She knew she deserved their hatred and distrust. She tried and tried but it was all futile.
So, she'd gone for a hunt to clear or thoughts. At least, that had been the originally plan; she'd always been a skilled huntress as shown when she adapted to hunting on the moors. Her body, however, reflected her damaged mental state. The burns on her front paws had lasting effects. Beesong warned that would be the case but she never thought-
Another punishment from StarClan, surely, signaling that saving Emberstar meant little in the grand scheme of things. Her paws were rendered near useless. Pain had become numbing and caused her nerves to frequently spasm. A juicy mouse had slipped right through her paws after she landed her practiced pounce. What once came naturally was now a constant struggle.
Glaring at her disfigured paws, she remained in her failed position. And, of course, to top the night off she'd somehow managed to stumble upon the site of the Great Battle. Her composure slipped and the dam preventing her tears broke. Silently, she sobbed.
She cried for Leaping Toad, for her remaining family, for her actions, for the ones she failed, for Bone, and for her current state. Tears cascaded from the well that'd previously been dried since that day in RiverClan.
Oh, how far she'd fallen. She laughed, expressing a mixture of emotions: at the very least, she'd struggle to harm another ever again. Perhaps, then, this was all for the best. She was tired, so tired, of being the monster. Of never being understood. Of being thought as a one-note maniac who felt nothing towards her crimes. Yes, she justified them but she knew that by doing so she'd morphed until a miserable, pitiful monster.
How stupid and selfish she'd been to appoint herself as the jury, judge, and executioner. The debt she collected- had it even been hers to collect? Ash suggested no. So, she deserved this pain. Maybe then, maybe then she'd return to being Salamander and not the vengeful ghoul stuck in the past.