[Pending] Shellwhisker

[anika]

In their presence, any cat would feel small.

Keen eyes gaze at you, judging you for your worth. You know you are not the first cat to come here - nor will you be the last. But you've come with a mission, and all you have to do is sell yourself.

"What makes you stand out from the rest of the cats who want another chance?"

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Shellwhisker
StarClan - Formerly RiverClan

Upon hearing the words of the council, Shellwhisker´s long, pointed ears perked up. The StarClanner stood up straight, her sleek, golden-brown-and-white tabby pelt glittering with stars. Icy hues (in a good way, that´s just her natural eye color) flicked between each council member, and the tabby dipped her head in greeting to each one with respect. ´´Hello. Although you haven´t asked, my name is Shellwhisker.´´

Lifting her head, Shellwhisker took a deep breath before speaking, her ice-blue eyes clear, head and tail held high. ´´I feel as if I have unfinished business back at home,´´ The StarClanner mewed. Shellwhisker blinked, her tail swaying behind her. ´´I know that I messed up whenever I was alive.´´

The warrior held her head high, her stance firm. ´´I would like to make amends with the cats I let down whenever I was alive.´´ Shellwhisker knew what the cats standing in front of her might say.

You can do that by visiting them in their dreams.

Shellwhisker did not wish to visit them in their dreams. She wanted to do it as a living, breathing cat. She had let her Clanmates down. She had let Goldfish down. The StarClanner wanted to make up for her mistakes. ´´I was not the best cat, I know,´´ Shellwhisker continued, sitting back on her haunches and wrapping her tail neatly around her snowy-white paws. ´´I would like to make up for things that I had done whenever I was alive, and I want to be able to do that back at home, back in RiverClan.´´

[finley !!]

d e w k i t ┆ ☆

she / her . starclan warden

a small, fluffy grey kit with blue eyes and a splash of white on her face.

└> . . . @anika ; shellwhisker - @/other wardens

dewkit quietly stepped out of the shadows, squinting at shellwhisker. wow. to anyone, she would look innocent, completely new to the world, but no one but the rest of the covenant of the stars knew how many moons she had been here. how many lives she had judged and dismissed, or begrudgingly let return to the world. light blue eyes sparkled with the light of starclan while simultaneously darkening. this cat was a pitiful excuse for a resurrection.

padding up to shellwhisker, though staying a good distance away, dewkit scoffed. ' you say you wish to return? for such a reason as unfinished business? for something as pitiful as making mistakes when you were alive? ' the kit straightened up, staring the dead warrior down with darkened eyes. ' you were killed by a fox, were you not? by a fox that killed you because you were in the outskirts after being exiled from riverclan. do you seriously think that, in such a small margin of a chance that we approve you and you return to life, riverclan would want you back? ' it was almost sad, painfully so.

dewkit shuffled on her paws, shaking her head slightly. ' shellwhisker, you did nothing but fail. i'm still willing to hear you out, but unless you give me a convincing enough reason to agree with you? my vote is a no. ' part of her vaguely felt bad. a small part. ' you come with the simple reason that you want to mend things. you want to fix things with the folks you think miss you, the cats you think you did wrong. but do they want you back? because riverclan sure as hell isn't. ' with that, dewkit sat back on her haunches, quietly waiting for the other wardens to show up and speak their thoughts.

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" you broke your own heart, but you’d never say that . "