[Poprock]

@wolfie
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Tears were always something the molly hated. Crying never did anything for anyone. It didn't bring anyone back or solve any disputes, just made Windclan seem even weaker than they already were. So why did she find her vision suddenly getting blurrier at this cat's words? She was Peachfrost; former medicine cat and guardian of Windclan. She fought to protect them time and time again. She helped Twi in the birth of her kits, helped Berryfrost go from a timid apprentice to a gentle warrior. She mattered to Windclan. She wasn't some pathetic kit to be toyed with. And to call me sad! Ugh! The warrior didn't have time to be mocked by some unknown spirit.

"I'll kill you again! Stay the HELL out of my head!" Her claws aimed at Flickerlight's see through neck, hoping to end this ugly nightmare quickly. I'm curious to see if a ghost can bleed. Even if he managed to dodge her powerful blow she would swing again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again until there was nothing left. She would tear apart the heavens if it meant destroying the very essence of Flickerlight.

Death was cruel to Peachfrost once more. It usually took everyone she loved - never to be seen again. But this ghost? Completely untouched against her onslaught of slashes. There was no stopping the stronger blows he sent back. Words that they both knew were true.

Oh skies how sorry she'd been when she returned to see Cowpaw with the whole world on his tiny shoulders. So little and so alone... and Peachfrost couldn't bring herself to help him. How could he not hate me? Her ears flattened against her head as Flickerlight went on, still managing to hit nerve after nerve. Her clanmates trusted her.... they did! Her maw opened to retort, but quickly snapped shut.

"The stars are calling upon you to fulfill your purpose"

Her icy heart suddenly thumped hard in her chest while the rest of her froze.

Ash and dust filled her senses. Silverkit's limp form dangling in her jaws, ash covering her pelt and smoke filling her lungs. Bravebird's body found alone in the Swooping Cliffs. Creamcloud, Fluffybee, Rowanpaw all gone without a trace. Cowtuft and Berryfrost struggling alone for moons with no guidance. All cats she had let down in her absence. After all the pain she'd caused... all the failures of both a medicine cat and a warrior... the stars still wanted her?

Peachfrost didn't stop the first wave of tears as they began to fall; nor did she bother to calm her rapid intakes of air. There was too much happening. Too much information she would rather never hear again. Her vision from so long ago wasn't from Starclan... Cowtuft was no gift to save her from her failures... Fallow and Twi failed to tell her what they knew... lives are going to be lost. Everything she'd worked for was all for nothing. Everything she had worked her whole life for. ...
redemption.

Claws dug deep into the ground below, a self calming gesture that usually grounded the warrior. Clumps of dirt and grass tended to get stuck between her toes. However this time... something was different. Wide glassy eyes slowly looked down to see sand. Soft white grains slipped through her paw as she raised it slowly, a sudden gust of wind carrying them away until there was nothing left but her empty unsheathed paw.

The unknown ghost was too close, but she made no effort to move away. It was a long time before she spoke again, the silence deafening. "I won't hurt him...?" She murmured, her voice trailing off weakly. He was so young...... surely he hadn't been corrupted like she had. Cowtuft was supposed to be the salvation to her destruction. His starry eyed optimism in the world - in Starclan - was supposed to guide Windclan to a prosperous and peaceful era. How could he - no. How could they all betray her like that? How could Twi preach peace and neutrality and harbor a dark secret like that from her? Peachfrost could've taken care of it so long ago...

She can take care of it now.

"What do you want me to do?"