I Will Love You, Forever and Always [P]

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

~ WOLFFANG OF STARCLAN ~

AMAB | HE/HIM | FORMER WINDCLAN WARRIOR | 56 MOONS

Large, muscular, dappled gray tom with amber eyes and light cream-gray fluff covering the front of his neck and chest.

Character bio can be read here.

The sky stretched overhead, a sheet of clear blue that was as infinite as time itself. Swaths of green grass swayed in a gentle breeze. Mixed among this tide of verdure were bright flowers that popped out like blood on snow. However, only a few of them were red. Most of the flowers were a shocking hue of violet whose power befuddled one's instincts and drew them in. Other flowers sprang up in shades of bright yellow, snow white, and baby blue. A golden sun shone upon them all, coaxing them up with warmth and light, even as the cool wind played with them.

This was but a mere reflection of the real world, existing in a dreamscape bent to a spirit's designs. Even though the sun persisted and the sky spoke of day, stars glimmered on every petal and blade of grass. Everything sparkled as if it had been dipped in dew. And, in that daytime sky, a full moon hung alongside the sun. Morning manifested in StarClan, but their home would always be amongst the nighttime stars.

Wolffang hoped Leopardsong would find it beautiful, even as their reunion would bring an abundance of sorrows. The flowers had been chosen to represent them. The violets were the most prominent; they were Leopardsong's favorite color. The yellows spoke of wonderful days spent beneath the sun. The whites reflected the beauty of her snowy pelt. And the reds, the poppies, and the forget-me-not blues, symbolized death. He'd been careful not to add any roses. If he never saw one again, it would be too soon.

The flowers were for Leopardsong, but the sky was for him. He loved the clear days where there were no clouds and the sun beat down, the days where a gentle but not harsh breeze teased his pelt. The blue of the sky would always be his favorite color. Both of them - the sky and the flowers - existed in harmony, imperfect yet meant for each other. This was to symbolize his love for Leopardsong. It would never die, even though they both would.

The former WindClan warrior sat in the center of this field. His form was mostly solid, but if one looked closely, they would be able to see the faint shapes of what lay behind him. His dappled gray pelt and blazing amber eyes were infused with stars, casting everything in an ethereal, silver-white glow. The breeze rippled his pelt and caressed his scars, which he'd chosen to keep after death, but no breath rose from his muzzle. A bouquet of violets were clamped between his jaws.

His heart pounded, but his face was mournful, calm even. Every time he thought of Leopardsong down below - without him, pregnant with kits he would never get to father - it hurt him physically. He should've had that chance. Should've had that happy ending. However, Rosebriar had used what remained of her StarClan powers to meddle in his fate. I had a wonderful life. I got a chance to truly grow and change, he reminded himself. He was grateful for what he'd had. However, he couldn't help but want more.

And it was something that he'd never get.

He'd needed some time to think about what to say to Leopardsong. She was far less devastated than last time, thank StarClan. It was probably because she'd had a purpose. She had kits to care for - the Clans and the little ones growing inside her. Pangs of love and longing ran through Wolffang and nearly swallowed him whole. However, there was an undercurrent of relief. She'll be okay without me.

That didn't mean it wouldn't be hard, though. For both of them, but especially for her. So, Wolffang wanted them to have this visit to talk. To sort things out that they should've said long ago, take back time he had wasted by worrying.

He needed her to know that he would love her, forever and always, and that he would never stop watching over her and their kits.

No matter what.

@Moonraven

[Moonraven]

Kits, Leopardsong threw herself into caring for and monitoring WindClan's kits best of her ability not long after Wolffang's death. She wasn't doing it to forget about her tom or to ignore the pain and the sadness that was all still present. It just wasn't as loud as it had been before. When she first lost him it truly felt like she had nothing left to live for, like all the light in her life had died with him.

This time it was different. She had felt so lonely and lost when he left her the first time, but this time wasn't alone. She had Sourleech and Wolffang's kits. She missed her Wolfie dearly and it had taken her a bit to get over not that he had died, but that he had left her again, drifted off to a place she couldn't follow. She had been resentful for a time feeling like he had broken some unspoken promise, shattered her dreams of being a family, and left her to raise their kits on their own.

However, once Leechscar talked to her it cleared up her disgruntled feelings. The sour tom hadn't been pleased relaying the message, but he had told her about how Wolffang's spirit stuck around and spoke to his patrol. She felt more at ease after, more accepting of their untimely parting, and eagerly awaited his visit. It took a little longer than she had expected but as she curled up that night with her adopted kits and squirming ones in her belly, she hoped for the best. It didn't take long for her consciousness to drift off. Kit wrangling was a full-time job that few of them made easy.

So one could imagine her blind excitement at dreaming of a field of flowers in one of the clearest blue skies she's ever seen. She might have noticed that she was far too aware to be a normal dream, too lucid. However, enjoying the scenery took priority over anything else. Her cooper eyes darted left and right and thoughts of hunting bounced into her head until she spotted the huge scarred tom.

She wasn't sure how she had missed him. Her initial response was to smack him for making her wait like this. But as her happiness engulfed her entire being, she raced towards him to tackle him. If he didn't brace himself he was getting bowled over.

"Wolfie!" She laughed behind loud purrs. Leopardsong drowned the tom in nuzzles and licks. "I've missed you."She didn't say or show it much cause it left her feeling sad, but she did miss him immensely. His lovely gift of flowers was somewhat forgotten in her need to be close to him.

[TheNyanCatMinecart]

~ WOLFFANG OF STARCLAN ~

AMAB | HE/HIM | FORMER WINDCLAN WARRIOR | 56 MOONS

Large, muscular, dappled gray tom with amber eyes and light cream-gray fluff covering the front of his neck and chest.

Character bio can be read here.

A white flash caught Wolffang's eye. Immediately, his chest began to tighten, and his paws tingled with nerves, starlight sparking off of them. It was odd, not having the ability to breathe, for it felt like his breath should be accelerating - but nothing stirred the violet flowers clenched between his jaws. His anxiety increased as the white smudge took the shape of a beautiful leopard-printed she-cat. She's here. His one true love, the cat he'd wanted to live his whole life beside.

The life he would never have. That they would never have.

Grief threatened to consume him, and yet joy at seeing his beloved and fear for how she might react shot through him. He remembered the first time he'd died. Leopardsong had nearly died as well, consumed by her grief, and when he'd returned, she'd been furious. Would she be furious with him now, especially since he'd taken so long? At least she wasn't suffering as much as she had before. She seemed to have found a purpose in caring for WindClan's young - and for the little lives growing inside of her, the lives Wolffang wished he could raise. Wolffang was happy for her, more than he could say, and yet there was so much he was going to miss, that they were going to miss...

His emotions warred to the point of exhaustion. Wolffang wasn't sure what to make of them. So he focused on Leopardsong, watching as she observed her surroundings. She looked... happy. Relaxed. A sigh of relief escaped the dappled gray tom, more of a noise than an exhale of air that no longer ran through his lungs. Then she spotted him. His blood seemed to freeze. His throat felt tight.

He wanted to see her so badly, but he was also so afraid. What if...?

Pure joy exploded across his love's face, and she raced toward him with all the speed and grace he'd known her for. Normally, a living cat wouldn't be able to knock over a spirit, but this was a dream. Wolffang yelped as Leopardsong unbalanced him and barely managed to keep his footing. She was so warm, so alive, and he pressed his cold, starry pelt against hers, a deep purr escaping from the flowers he held.

I've missed you. Such a simple statement that meant everything. How could three words contain so much love, happiness, grief, and pain? A wave of longing swept over Wolffang once more, and he put down the violets, nudging them toward her with his nose. "For you, my love." It felt so good to say that after they'd spent so long dancing around the topic, of hiding their feelings out of fear. They'd barely gotten to know each other as mates before his death.

Wolffang took a deep breath. He was so happy to see her... but this wasn't easy.

"I've missed you, too. I've watched over you every single day, and I swear on the stars that I will continue to do so. I... I'm so sorry." Wolffang glanced down, his amber eyes sparking with frost-flecked tears. "I had to save Twistedpaw and stop Rosebriar, but I didn't want to die. I wanted to spend the rest of my seasons in WindClan with you, side by side. I... I wanted to raise our kits." He looked up at her with shimmering eyes. "I hope you can forgive me." His gaze flicked to her swollen belly, to the kits who would grow up without a father. Or, even worse, Leechscar. "I'll watch over them and visit you as often as I can in dreams. Maybe even visit WindClan as a spirit if that's possible. I know it's not the same, but I'll be there for you, Leopardsong." He leaned forward to press against her side, all too aware of the barrier that had formed between them - but comforted, perhaps, by the knowledge that that barrier could be breached.

"I'm so proud to be a father. I just wish I could be there for them. Maybe... maybe I can visit them in dreams, too. Please don't let them forget me, even if I'm not there."

What else could he say? Was there any other way to convey his heartache, his love? It had been a long time since he'd dealt with so many conflicting emotions. Even though Wolffang knew it was his time - no second chances, no boons - and that he'd been very fortunate... right now, with his true love beside him, he couldn't help wanting more.

Even though it was impossible.

@Moonraven (Sorry if this is a bit scattered!)