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Motivations. Pssh. Jaystride whished his tail. For all his distaste of the serpent, his qualms with the stars ran greater. "I am tired... of being restrained. Of following their expectations, because of some artificial label they put on me. "Good", "evil", who cares? The only thing I've ever wanted to do was look after my Clan. I've killed cats for it, I've taught others to kill for it. I've mangled, disabled, made cats wish death was the mercy they were given. Some Dark Forest cats aren't any different, yet they've always been able to interact with the living - they're free."
It's such an odd revelation, to think the cats who were supposed to be punished for their crimes had more liberties... "They blind us, leaf-feed us information, allow us to play prophets with half the story to offer the Clans. They can't even heal us when t h e y wound us." Sourly, he indicated to his leg - still crispy. "We're expected to not meddle too much, but hell, the Clans have no faith left. The handful of spirits who try I can count on my paw. And I can't even blame the living, 'cause I don't, neither."
Even if StarClan regained some power, the Starcave got fixed, whatever - nothing would actually change. He'd have a better chance of looking after Bumblestar without the stars holding him back. "Anything else?"
Motivations. Pssh. Jaystride whished his tail. For all his distaste of the serpent, his qualms with the stars ran greater. "I am tired... of being restrained. Of following their expectations, because of some artificial label they put on me. "Good", "evil", who cares? The only thing I've ever wanted to do was look after my Clan. I've killed cats for it, I've taught others to kill for it. I've mangled, disabled, made cats wish death was the mercy they were given. Some Dark Forest cats aren't any different, yet they've always been able to interact with the living - they're free."
It's such an odd revelation, to think the cats who were supposed to be punished for their crimes had more liberties... "They blind us, leaf-feed us information, allow us to play prophets with half the story to offer the Clans. They can't even heal us when t h e y wound us." Sourly, he indicated to his leg - still crispy. "We're expected to not meddle too much, but hell, the Clans have no faith left. The handful of spirits who try I can count on my paw. And I can't even blame the living, 'cause I don't, neither."
Even if StarClan regained some power, the Starcave got fixed, whatever - nothing would actually change. He'd have a better chance of looking after Bumblestar without the stars holding him back. "Anything else?"
His eyes narrowed as the StarClanner spoke, taking in everything he said. Doing his best to see if there was any hidden motive. From what he could tell, there wasn't one. After a long pause, and a moment of thinking...Magpiewisp released the tension in his shoulders.
"They've always been weaker." was all he stated. No further words came from the tuxedo, instead, he stood up and began to walk towards the Dark forest territory. Tail motioning for Jaystride to follow.
"Becoming a Dark Forest devotee will be rather...cumbersome. Are you prepared?" he asked. The bright twinkling began to fade the further they got in, instead replaced with that of fog, or miasma. It was beautiful, in it's on way. It wasn't dusted with the cosmos, it was painted with the eart. The territory seemed to be closer to that of realisim. Like you were walking through the Clans on a dark night.
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When your hope is slowly dying
And your future's lost its rights
Raise up your bat and face the fright
Let's knock 'em dead into the night
Come follow me into the dark
"Just wasn't so obvious, before." When a cat died, they weren't shown the weaknesses of the dead. It was a learned experience.
He'd follow without issue.
Jaystride knew Magpiewisp had been a medicine cat, though his knowledge beyond that was murky at best. What had he seen, to make him believe in hell long before it came for him? Jaystride wasn't religious in life, didn't care, the ancestors meant very little to him. In hindsight he kind of regretted his ignorance, all it'd done was set him back places.
"I'll do whatever it takes." It was strange. The midnight forest reminded him of ThunderClan's woods, a hunt with Cinds on a star-stained night. How the time flew.
With starclan fractured and isolated and the balance of the light and dark so uneven, the rest, the place of neutrality had followed this change. Perhaps had the covenant of the stars and its wardens acted to expand their duties, to resolve, it wouldnt be so fractured. However, those star blessed wardens fought among themselves, their leadership and so structure gone, and the dark of the group had little reason to fix their oppositions issues.
So it was that great cracks of black and void and absence ran through the rest, growing ever bigger as time passed in the realm of the living, all leading to a nexus.
It was the stone of the starcave, but not. Some metaphysical depiction that stood as shattered as the real one, with shards littering the ground around it, untouchable by the dead. It was the connection represented, broken, and casting ripples in the afterlife around it.
The Covenant had tried nothing to fix it, if they were even aware of its newborn presence in the Rest, but even had they tried it'd be for naught. The paws of the dead were wisps, ghosts, and as with their effect on the living realm they could do nothing.
That hardly meant nothing could be done however, and desperate two cats, the shine of the silverpelt in their fur, had been at least trying to find a route towards resolution. Issues had blocked their path until now.
The Black feline looked over at his companion. His shoulders hunched somewhat. Making the lanky feline appear rather petite. "So I'm not the only one in agreeance than. It's a problem but I'm almost positive that's the way to fix it." he hummed. Turning his attention back down to his paws.
The distortion was, overwhelming. Lack of power was frustrating. But he wouldn't have it any other way. He fought hard for StarClan...surely. They were worth continuing to fight for. He refused to go over to the Dark Forest.
"But...do you think...the idea would work? Would they even. Would they even want to?" he asked. Anxiety hitting him like a truck. What if they didn't accept their pleads. What if they did nothing more than shut it out?
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"It's not enough that I win. You have to loose."
Spiderstar has a Closed Den Policy! Please Dm if you need to speak with him.
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When your hope is slowly dying
And your future's lost its rights
Raise up your bat and face the fright
Let's knock 'em dead into the night
Come follow me into the dark
| Silverlark | 20 Moons - Former ShadowClan Enforcer | StarClan Warrior
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Inactive | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Inactive | World Weaver [Tier 3] - Inactive
Silverlark blinked, one eye closing before the other in a rather vacant stare. The kit looking StarClanner was deep in thought, trying to make sense of it all. AAAARGH! This was all so hard hard to keep track of. He wanted to like, help and stuff. Because look. Him? He was a good warrior. Even if he looked like a kit now. He like, didn't get involved with the living much cause, yo, that wasn't his place none, ya dig? Couldn't be. He was dead now, bye bye. He'd served ShadowClan as an enforcer and died protecting his clan, and that was all super decent and all yo... but the forest was for the living and all that, so he kept his nose fresh out of it... for the most part.
But this? Yeah. No. He had to help out. This affected ShadowClan with major bad vibes. StarClan too. Something had to be done!
"I'm like, not super sure if it'll work or not, yo. But like, listen! Listen! We gots to keep it moving, ya dig? Can't stay in one place. That makes it all estacio- stematio- stay in one place, yo! That ain't right! I'm not like, the thinky thinker, ya know? Not good on ideas. My muscles do most of the talkin' for me. My friends? They the smarterer ones, yeah? Oh yes. Can't be the only ones that feel that way, though. Must be others want to help, yo. Gotta keep that positivity. Keep movin' that way, and the plan will work. Trust! Trust!" Silverlark mewed in his usual, chaotic trail of thought, blissfully unaware of whether he was making sense to his companion or not, merely passionate about fixing this whole issue somehow... all he needed was orders, and he would dive in head first. Like, that strategy had only failed him once in life, so he was pretty certain it would work out fine.
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