[Ivy]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

It felt as if though a needle had just stabbed him when he watched her shrink back into the safety of the ferns. He kept a small smile on his face but on the inside, panic and sadness ran around in circles. Did she not recognise him? Had she forgotten about him already? Surely not? Lionfrost certainly hadn’t forgotten about his mate yet, and he doubted that he ever would. He would see what she was doing at least once a day and he never missed out on a chance to see how life below was treating her.

He still remembered his spirit living his body and turning back to see the battle once it was over. His heart shattered to see Ivybreeze like that, but fate had set him on this path and there was nothing he could do about it. There was no way he could’ve gone back in time and avoided such a disaster.

“Please Ivybreeze, it’s me, Lionfrost,” He said, his voice pleading. The tom was silently begging her to remember him, or else he would probably no longer be able to put up with the fact that he was no longer living. Cautiously, he took another step forward so that she could see him better. His movements were slow and gentle, as he didn’t want to frighten her.




Every cat always hoped to come home from a battle relatively unscathed, but not everyone was that lucky. Some suffered deep wounds and others had to be with permanent injuries, and others lost their lives altogether. Lioncry was just one of those unlucky cats who didn’t get to return home safely. The death of a someone could affect so many cats. Not just the one who had died, but the ones who had loved and cared for them. It had certainly affected Auroraflame. Losing her mentor and sister had driven her hatred for the Dusk Syndicate, and now she was certain that she wanted nothing more to do with them. At least the battle had taught them a lesson. She doubted that any of them would be entering SkyClan’s territory any time soon. “No! It would’ve stopped your death,” Auroraflame cried softly, suppressing a wail from escaping her jaws. No matter what she might tell herself, the ebony deputy knew that Lioncry was right. It seemed that victory always came with sacrifice. That was a rule of battle. “Victory never comes without sacrifice,” Auroraflame mumbled, repeating the words that ran through her head. The inky she-cat wanted to change at, but she knew that that was something that could never be changed. Not even StarClan could change the rules of life. For though they might watch over the clans and the land that they lived in, they didn’t rule over it. As Lioncry spoke again, the she-cat nodded her head, but on the inside, she was thinking otherwise. It had been her fault. They were sisters, they were supposed to look after each other yet she had failed her. “I miss you,” Auroraflame mumbled into her sister’s golden fur as she pressed her nose to her shoulder. The warrior wasn’t sure just how long it would take her to move on and learn that she would no longer see her sister's face everyday, but she would learn to live. It would haunt her each day, but at least she had her brothers still. At least she still had some cats to talk to when she was troubled. But it wouldn’t quite be the same. As much as she loved her other siblings, it wouldn’t quite be the same. Lioncry and her hadn’t just been littermates, but also best friends. There was a connection between them that she doubted she would find with anyone else. She trusted her more than anyone. More than cats like her mother, her brothers, and even Grousestar.

The silver tabby shook with emotion as she heard his voice telling her it really was him. Nostalgia hit her like a stone to the head. His soft, warm fur cuddling her during leafbare, his striking blue hues, his joy, everytime she thought about him she felt happiness, but also bitterness. She watched as the cat took slow steps towards her. Slowly, she wiggled her way out of her hiding place, and walked towards him as well until she could see his face, stopping.

They were mere foxtails away. Ivybreeze's amber eyes filled with tears as she vainly tried to hold them in. "Lionfrost..." Was the only word she could manage to speak out with choking on her own emotions. He was here, with her. He was safe in StarClan. She could smell his scent clearly now. Without hesitation, she rushed over to her deceased mate, letting her tears spill out. She hung her head, crying how unfair the world was, how happy she was to see him, how agonizing it was to see him all over again.

She could never live the life she had wanted again with him. He was here yes, in front of her eyes physically and mentally, but she could never bring him home to ShadowClan. Death was what separated them.