[Rose]

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?"

Fallenpaw
She/Her | The Fallen Angel

Any cat would feel small, they said. Any cat would tremble and shrink and cower on the spot, the gossipers whispered. And indeed, true to the word of those that had come before here, seeking what she sought, Fallenpaw felt very small. She'd been a part of StarClan for over twelve moons, and now the longing burning in her chest was too hard to deny. So she'd set out, seeking the council, and now here she was finally, standing among them.

"Hello?" Fallenpaw asked after a moment, murky green gaze momentarily flitting to the ground. "You likely know why I'm here." Her gaze flitted up again. "But I'm unclear of how one returns to life... There are things you'd want to ask of me?"