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Originally Posted by Nighty
Waterstreak was used to the shock and fear that most cats had when they saw him, or any other Starclan cat for that matter. He only just sat up calmly and watched her as her mind worked to process this. "My dear, Honeypool, I am Waterstreak." He spoke calmly, knowing how terrifying it could be, especially if realization had struck already. "And this is Starclan." He spoke in a comforting tone, knowing that if they hadn't figured it out by now, then they knew it now. This was also the part where most normal cats would freak out and go crazy in thinking they were dead. But the gray tabby tom knew how to handle this. He just had to stay calm. If he was calm, then most others would calm down as well. "Do not fret though. You are not dead, merely dreaming. Once you are done here you will wake up in your own nest." He spoke softly. He still sat, the stars twinkling heavily about half way up his body then moving to a more randomized and scattered form. His cobalt blue eyes were dappled with stars as he smiled kindly at her. "You are most likely here for a reason darling. Most cats are anyways. Tell me Honeypool, is there something troubling you in the Clans?" |
Honeypool remained in her defensive stance for a while until the news that she was currently in StarClan hit her like a hurled stone. It all made sense. The starry territory. The mixture of all clans and seasons. The icey tom who shone like a star himself. The realization made her ears and eyes fall. StarClan is for deceased warriors... Then does that mean....? Honeypool began to tear up at the thought of her dying in her sleep. She did get a bite from a rat who fought back before being subdued, but didn't imagine one little bite could cause her to... Honeypool began to hold her head in her paws again. Oh Fireflare... Oh Fallenstream... But before she could emotionally breakdown over the sudden realization that her life is over, the tom spoke again and reassured her that she was merely dreaming, and was not, in fact, dead. That news only brought more tears, those these were simply for the relief that she still had time. She needed time to right the wrongs she had recently made. He talked, but did not pay attention much to it until he began to question her being here and her problems she had. She uses her front paw to gently wipe away the tears as prepares to respond. Normally she would never openly admit to what she did to another cat. But if she truly was in StarClan, they were the best she had to making better decisions to a better future and unwinding her in her giant furball mess. "W-Well..." she stammers shyly, shuffling her feet nervously. "I've been seeing a WindClan tom for a while. His name is Fireflare. I am also friends with Fallenstream. I have known Fireflare longer than him, but their quarrels started the Gathering before the last one. I was afraid their fighting to escalate to more than verbal threats, so I had to pull Fallenstream away... and I pretended Fireflare was nothing more than a stranger WindClan warrior. I thought I was being stealthy enough. I always knew ever since we met that Fallenstream was suspicious of where I snuck off too. Then while I was out with Fireflare.... I was shocked to see Fallenstream burst out the bushes and begins to fight Fireflare." she pauses to take a breather and reminisce a bit, the memories of it all playing clearly in her head as she pours out her issues onto this tom she just met a few moments before. "...I...I didn't want to see neither of them hurt... I... I care for them so much..." she says slowly, her head down to the ground, tears enveloping her eyes again. "I thought I was d-d-doing the right thing... Doesn't it f-feel like you are in the right when you are in love?" she asked, pain, regret, and guilt in her ears and in her tears. "But I was wrong... I was not right at all... Instead... all I was is blind..." she finally lets her face break as she crouches down to the floor weeping. She had very few cats she could want to seek these past moons. No cat in her clan. There was no cat, not even in her own family, that she could come to. All she had was Cloversplash, her old mentor. She was the only one she could count on. But now, she was here, breaking down in front of this stranger tom. Her face felt hot with embarrassment. Oh what is this tom thinking of her?