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Originally Posted by Ritsuka
Eelkit found himself some ways away from the StarClan camp, instead located in the hidden garden he claimed ownership to when he got here moons ago, located in a hidden area of StarClan territory. It was a lovely garden, and it was his safe space: here, he could relax, play, and overall be happy while occasionally checking on the Clans...
Except right now, Eelkit wasn't happy. He was tasked with a couple of jobs for the coming days, the first of which was to guide a couple of lonely souls to StarClan when they passed, which he had no problems with. He'd been doing that since he first got to StarClan all those moons ago, and was happy to give company to those without. He had no issues with it whatsoever.
It was his second task that upset him: Eelkit was chosen to deliver some rather... Upsetting news to an unlucky cat, and he hated to be the bearer of such news. The older souls in StarClan probably chose him for his rank as a kit along with his over one hundred moons of wisdom StarClan has granted him, but he wish he wasn't. He didn't want to upset anyone, especially with news like these to such a cat... But... Ugh, why did things have to be so complicated? He normally disliked being treated as just a kit but, in times like these, he almost preferred it...
@ Dirtfur |
Dirtfur chuckled with his star-lit friends, all enjoying a moment together. It lasted a while, his friends excused themselves and left the circle, one by one till it is no longer a circle, but a line of brown fur that belonged to the once muddy and dirt covered warrior.
Sighed, he brought himself up from his spot. His mind wandered to a topic he kept quiet on while his friends kept letting out meows about it. It was about Skystar’s leadership and his death. It got Dirtfur thinking until the topic formed into a conversation about which clan would do best as badgers.
Now that his spirit buddies were gone, he was alone with his thoughts and he always disliked the feeling. He would hear his voice in his head reminding him of the things he had done that hurt his loved ones and the embarrassment would follow. Even though he accepted everything was his fault, it kept playing in his head and he was not sure if he wanted it to stop or to keep going.
His paws were on the forest floor, while his mind was on Skystar. He was following the trail he once took when he was curious about where it led. A garden was the answer, likely been unnoticed by many star cats for a long time, for that no one was in it when he had found the area and no glitter paw prints were spotted. When he had finally found the entrance to the garden, he gathered his own strength and questioned his own sanity. Does he really want to think about things now when he could be finding more friends to talk to? He had already dwelled in his own gloom many times, why should he do it again, it won’t change nada. But the former deputy never answered them and went inside backwards, making sure no one saw him entering. As he entered, he twisted his neck, chin over shoulder to look, and found a kit all by themselves.
“Are you okay, little one? Are you lost?” he asked with genuine concern for the kit, and padded close to them. He had sworn that he saw the kit before.