So boring. So dull. Nothing happened up here, only up tight asses acting like they were better than everyone else because they reached the place of stars. Or, opposite them, those mourned their life lost, never truly getting over the fact that they were dead. She was tired of seeing it. She was tired of seeing them. Always the same faces, the same places, she could no longer bear it. It was unbelievably tiresome.

At least they lived. At least they got to see the world, make friends, and experience life - she never got that luxury. She died before taking her first breath, she died before ever truly existing. Faithkit felt like a ghost; a ghost among the dead, if that was even possible. It must be, for that's how she felt. Idly spending her days walking these plains, her pale complexion lit up by the gentle stars, barely visible on her snow-white fur and within her milky pale blue eyes.

Maybe she did understand the woes of those who lost their lives; those who complained about being here, because stars she wanted to complain too. She just felt it was unfair. Unfair they got to yammer and mourn their life when at least they got to live a life - why did she never get that chance? What had she done to be doomed from the start?

Sometimes, she watched the living world. For moons on end, the kitten who never aged, refused to even acknowledge the living world. She was jealous, angry, even. The vile green feeling filled her every sense whenever she thought of her mother, her siblings, and every cat who ever lived - because she yearned for that. She yearned to explore, learn, see the world, and feel love in its purest form.

But she never got that. Never once. Maybe her mother loved her once, but she could feel the older feline's thoughts were never filled with her, she knew that even if she'd been alive it would only have been filled with the mourning of her siblings, with no love left to give her. For yes, she knew they one by one disappeared, and yet none ever joined her within the stars. Selfish, she found them, but what if she would have done the same?

Faithkit knew not where they were, all she knew was that she would want to explore. To be confined to the stars... The stars were a prison, is clan life the same? So many were happy there, and she wanted to experience that happiness, too. Whatever took her siblings, although she knew them not, may they find peace wherever they were. Faithkit wasn't a vengeful cat; jealous she may be, she wished them the best.

Truthfully, she wanted to meet her mother. She wanted to speak to her, see if Dovefluff remembered her at all. Her baby. Her little girl who drew no breath, whose heart was frozen from the start. Would she remember? Faithkit did not remember that day, not clearly, at least. She'd been devoid of consciousness. All she's ever known is this starry landscape. This prison.