[Fel]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

Stepping out of the shadows after Willowpaw had given her gift to the new leader was a cat that the tom very likely didn't know, though perhaps he had seen her at gatherings, a kind she-cat who was always seen around young cats, telling them stories and playing with them, a cat by the name of Daisyfrost. The brown tortoiseshell approached with a warm, comforting smile on her muzzle and her tail held high above her head. This cat had been killed during the fire that raged across Thunderclan, having been murdered by a dark forest worshiping apprentice when she was weak from smoke inhalation, trying to catch back up with the clan in their evacuation. But now she was restored to her youth, restored to an unscathed, uninjured cat who no longer hurt.
"Greetings Russetswirl." Meowed the she-cat in a voice so gentle it had the power to lull a kit to sleep in mere seconds, no matter how feisty the youngster may be.

"With this life I give you love. Use it well to care for your clan when they need it the most, use it to strengthen those that are lonely and most of all, let it guide your heart." When the she-cat finished, she slowly craned her head forward to touch her nose to him to transfer the second life unto him.

After it had been given, she would flash a loving grin and step back into the misty grounds of Starclan to make way for the next life.

Willowpaw’s life was an emotional one, something he received from a cat that he’d known for quite a while, and a personal loss to him. He couldn’t recognize the second life-giver, however- she was a brown-and white cat, and her movements were swift and graceful, like a lilypad gliding across one of the river’s wider parts. Dipping his head towards Daisyfrost as she continued to introduce herself, almost surprised as she revealed that she knew his name- though he realized the cats of Starclan most likely knew the names of every cat they spoke to. His paws felt heavy as he passed forwards to receive his second life from the molly, knowing that his first one took a toll on his own body, but that eventually, it would wear off- leaving him to feel stronger than he was a few moments before, a new value being instilled into his head with every life given to the russet-colored tom. However, touching Daisyfrost’s nose gently, he didn't feel the pain that came with his first installment- rather, a warm and fuzzy feeling leaking into his heart, a feeling that told him to protect everyone in his clan, and to love them as if they were his own kin. Stepping away from the cat, he wore a smile on his maw instead of the melancholy expression when he was receiving life from Willowpaw. "Thank you."