Thunder and Lightning

[teddy.]

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Dogspirit was frantic. A joyous excitement mixed with pure dead made adrenaline run through her veins like fire.

She'd missed out on everything; from her grandchildrens birth to her daughters deputy appointment. Gender reveals and celebrations of love, to pain and anger... forever stuck as a barely 20 moon year old molly, forever stuck in this damned place to watch the world below move on.

She was searching, desperately searching for someone to fix this problem. Buckbranch? Duskstar? Where were they?!

Green eyes fell on a familiar figure; Eveningmist.

Dogspirit was firm on her pawsteps, practically stomping on starry grass.

"YOU!"

[Quasar]

Eveningstar | he/him | @teddy.

StarClan had been a lot more vast than the former leader expected it to be. He spent most of his time on his own, both out of shame and because of how few and far between cats seemed to be outside of camp. It had been seasons since he died at the paws of Kestrelstar, but it seemed ThunderClan was able to come out stronger with the guidance of the leaders who came after him. It stung a little bit, sure, but only because it was a constant reminder of his failure to be the leader his clan deserved. His struggles were nothing compared to the struggles of his clanmates.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but his large paws seemed to have a mind of their own as they carried him closer to StarClan camp. The snow bengal wasnt entirely sure why, until an all too familiar voice met his ears, "Dogspirit?" he exclaimed in surprise, not expecting to see the young molly, "Do you need something?" was all he could ask, being unable to place into words how he felt about seeing her again after her untimely death.

[teddy.]

spiritpaw spent every moment trailing behind the huge tom, simply basking in his presence. His blindness wasn't fully fixed, but the dead kittens eyes could see one cat clearly; Eveningmist.

He found himself tucked between the others paws when a blurry figure approached them, white ears flattening back again.

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Dogspirit felt waves of grief and annoyance radiate off her scruffy pelt. brows furrowed forwards, the look of pure determination glimmering in her eyes.

"i want to go home..."



@Quasar