[Fel]

Originally Posted by Ever

Once the other cat had stepped back she knew it was her turn. It was with a heavy hard that she would present this life, she would present a life that ruined hers. If only she'd received what this new leader was, maybe she wouldn't be sitting in Starclan regretting many of her actions. The long-furred calico stepped forward, her body shimmering. Her olive eyes were kind and open, nothing like they were back when she'd spent her time with the living in Riverclan. It made her look younger in many ways. "Russetswirl, I will present you with a life of clear-mindedness. Use it to keep devastation and sorrow from taking control of your life. Live freely and judge as little as possible." She touched her nose to his forehead, then stepped back and paused for a moment. Her eyes were filled with a bittersweet feeling. It was her kits that had risen to the height of the evil era that reigned the forest, her fault for having blamed them at a young age of terribly things. It was her fault in her heart that it had happened at all. "You'll make a great leader, believe in yourself." She whispered softly, then the calico molly stepped back again, letting him take in her words, the life and move to his last.

Finally, another cat he'd known, albeit it was only in passing, really. It was Wateredge, a Riverclan molly who'd died during the dark era. It was unknown, the cause of her death, but it was a tragedy. She had friends and family who must have missed her, though he didn't know the extent of care that her family gave towards her when she passed. Dipping his head in respect for the older Starclan cat, he could see some sort of distress in the warrior's gaze as she pulled away from him, his next life waiting a few seconds before it really started to kick into him. It was like he was frozen when it happened- trapped in a glass box, where he could see out into the crowds of his ancestors, but he was being seen as nothing but a breathing statue. The tom was trapped in a feeling of his own emotions, disillusioning himself. Taking in a few deep breaths, the life's meaning slowly began to sink into his mind, and it was as if he was raising a paw and cutting the glass to shreds, shattering the barrier put together by his emotions and his past thoughts. The ability to use a clear mind to his advantage, and not to distract himself with personal feelings- a life the leader really needed, after being forced to fight against his own sister in the liberation battles. Shreds of pain rippled across his paws, but it was less than the previous lives- more like the pain of reality, and the harshness of seeing through logic more than emotion- logos over pathos. "...You too." He stumbled over his words as he talked to the former Riverclan cat, still shaken by that latest life- it was meaningful, and it was harsh as well.