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RiztheHuntress [This is for the hazelstorm/Wolfsong dream visit. I'm really really sorry for how long this took!]
yesterday, all our troubles seemed so far away...
StarClan was so damn fake. It was beautiful, but simultaneously it was unrealistic. The skies were always a deep indigo colour, and stars glittered coldly above. Hazelstorm sat underneath that very sky now, gazing at where a bright, curved moon should be. She had found joy in seeing her parents again, but it hadn't been what Hazelstorm had expected. Daisyleap and Frecklesight had been poud and welcoming for the first few hour s of Hazelstorm being dead. But after that, they completely ignored her. It was like they had gotten used to not having their daughter around. And it hurt; it was worser than anything else. The fact that Hazelstorm's parents hadn't really missed her was heartbreaking.
Now it looks as though they're to stay.
So far Hazelstorm had done every recreational activity that had ever existed. Since borders didnt exist in StarCan, Hazelstorm had been free to explore the territories of the other Clans. The thought of this brought a faint smile to her lips. Codwhisper would love that.
Oh, I believe in yesterday, suddenly I'm not half the cat I used to be.
She tried really hard not to think about Wolfsong. Hazelstorm had perishd, and she'd never gotten the chance to tell the silver molly that she had feelings for her too. The world wastwisted, and it wasn't fair. but Hazelstorm knew that really, it wasn't the universe's fault. She had been too cautious, and selfish that she had probably broken Wolfsong's heart when she vanished. Perhaps Hazelstorm should visit her.
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Hazelstorm got to her paws, tail snaking through the fresh, long grass. A breeze rustled the leaves and she paused. What if this was her biggest mistake? What if Wolfsong wouldn't forgive her?
Maybe she'd just have to lead an afterlife of solitude.
oh, yesterday came suddenly...
She fought down her fears. Hazelstor sighed. If Wolfsong didn't forgive her, then so be it. The thought of being alone forever made bile rise in Hazelstorm's throat. She swallowed, and hoped that Wolfsong was asleep. Hazelstorm was pretty sure it was night-time. The brown tabby suppressed another sigh, and attempted to emerge into Wolfsong's dream.