[BEAR.]

It was rare for Fernpaw to feel bitter, but the talk of death and the reminder of how frivolous the revivals granted by the ancestors were made him so. He was angry, because of how unfair the process seemed. What was the point of death, if only to revive cats seemingly at random? If it weren't random, what attributes did StarClan look for in their selection?

... Was his mother not good enough? Nettlespark, Deadpool, Fernfrost? Their other Clan-mates, senselessly killed? Was he not? Fernpaw knew coming back during a leader's ceremony was not ideal, he knew he pissed off someone in the sky, he wondered if all this pain was a result of that choice.

The bitterness faded into sorrow. Fernpaw felt very tired, and he shifted to lean into Bravebird. Right now, speculating on death had no purpose. His friend was gone, he had no idea where FishClan stood now with him, and.. " ..can we go home?"

He didn't want to look at where he died anymore.

[ @tulle ]