-- @Cave --

Windwatcher had been wandering the rolling hills of the moors, eyes scanning, the long dead molly ever watching. Yet spotting the collapsing Starclan she-cat who's fur seemed filled with dust despite the endless energy that remained in the Starclan cats. Slowly picking her way over the white and ginger molly nudged the cat with her head carefully. "This ain't a good place to sleep! You should know that!" she scolded as she slowly helped the molly... this one seemed familiar. Wasn't it the medicine cat? It wasn't like Windwatcher could remember from what clan, being mainly involved in the affairs of Windclan, seeing it was where most watching needed to be done at least on her side. Her son was there after all. And then a name came to her. This was Agaveheart. "Come on, Agaveheart, gotta get up and get something done with that fur of yours. It's all dusty and a mess, no way am I going to let you rest in my den if you're going to give the kits there an allergy problem with all the dust."

@Arie

The tabby reluctantly got up, though not physically weary she found it hard to believe the outcome of her travels. "I don't think we have met before, though as a Starclan cat I'm sure you've seen me once before," she mewed. "sorry about my dust, spending so many moons traveling can have that effect I guess,"she mewed licking her chest fur down. As they walked Agave wondered what it is that normal Starclan cats do all day, she also wondered if this lifestyle was ever meant for her. She had no relation to the cats below, and she had little connections to the ones above. "What is it that connects me to this world?, she murmured wistfully.

“I don’t think I should have taken that trip; I learned, yes but I wasted my time here. I wasted my time to find a reason why I am here in Starclan,” she mewed out of the blue.

-- @chaton --

"Starclan don't want you to die dearest sweet mouse," she said as she drew the little tom ever close into her embrace. He needed comfort right now... he needed solace. And she could give that. "Starclan is not good or bad... but a simple place in which cats can rest and recover... forever." That was the basics of it anyway and Windwatcher tried her best to explain to little Myrtlepaw. "Starclan does not control deaths of cats. They simply exists for a place to rest. For you to still keep up with the world of the living shall you wish. Starclan does not stop you from dying... nor do they purposely let you die. They are just here. I am Starclan. Yet I could not have prevented you from falling over the edge despite watching over you, despite wishing I could prevent this from happening. It is not in our power to prevent death from happening. I got... killed by Shadowclan warriors on a raid on Windclan many many seasons ago. I have met the cats who killed me... and they feel no regret doing it. Yet I am happy here in Starclan. I miss my family, my dearest son and I wish I could have the chance to live with them, but that is not the case. Instead I watch. I watch always. That's why and how I managed to catch you here before any of the other cats. You need to take some time to," her voice was cut short as someone broke into the den and she stared at the silver kit with narrowed eyes. "Rabbit. Behave."

Rabbitkit had heard his grandma's voice and the still small kit who's fur was glittered with stars had burst into her den only to find his grandma cuddling up with a cat that looked absolutely terrified. Ignoring Windwatcher's comment the spawn of Breezefeather and Mistletoe made his way over before poking the cat. "He's dead. Have you adopted another cat mama? Is Hare, Bunny and I getting another stranger to sleep with?" he questioned carefully. "I'm Rabbitkit." He spoke with clear clarity... having lived in the stars his entire life he knew no different and had matured despite his body never doing so. If he was alive.... he would've been a warrior now. Yet he was forced stuck in this kit's body for the rest of his life. "I died... long ago. Never got to experience the world."

"So... Starclan had no control... over what happened to me..." The russet tom thought about it for a moment, his face still buried in the molly's fur. Everyone in the living world always seemed to make such a big deal out of Starclan, yet really, they had no powers... They gave leader's lives, sure, but was there really anything else these cats could do that directly affected the clans in any way? It all seemed strange to Myrtlepaw that so many cats were so invested in the Starclan idea... yet it all seemed to be much less grand than it was made out to be. He was sure it would become a nice place to rest in the future, but for now he was still confused, scared, and somewhat upset that things had gone this way. "Why do living cats... be-" Before Myrtlepaw could voice his thoughts, he felt a light paw-poke in his side, causing him to jump up. Turning to face whoever it may be, he let his fur relax as it appeared to just be a kit.
"Why... did you do that? That was... too sudden... I don't like sudden movements..." While he couldn't be mad at a kit, he could still question them. They appeared to be talking in full sentences... as if they were a warrior stuck in the body of a kit. Facing the strange kit with a questioning glance, the russet furred cat averted his gaze back to Windwatcher. "Who is this?" He meowed calmly. "And why... do they speak so clearly? They... look like... just an ordinary kit." It seemed that any answers he got were replaced by even more questions. Myrtlepaw just wanted to relax... but he figured that with one kit, more were to come. All the extra nests in this bush made much more sense now. Hopefully the rest of them... if they were real... would be a bit more reasonable with their entrance. Taking a moment to peer out of the bush... there seemed to be no other cats around, but perhaps they would come later? Myrtlepaw wouldn't question it much... he had one more thing on his mind. Padding back over to Windwatcher, casting a neutral glance to the kit that now accompanied them as well, he mewed softly. "There are so many questions... to ask. But... do you... not age in Starclan? Nothing here is making sense... first... this is just a resting place... without much real power... I understood that... and now... after meeting this kit... it only raised more questions... I don't know if... I'll ever... truly understand this."

@Arie

-- @Cave --

"We have not met in the living world no, there we have yet to meet Agaveheart. However... the stars offer for strange opportunities indeed," Windwatcher nodded and began walking along with the molly over the star covered plains that were Starclan... Despite the evergreen territories, the stars were evident in every part in Starclan... every part reminded them that they were not alive. "The dust is fine, just not something I want to go around and murder the babies I've got resting in my den, I don't think they would appreciate dying a second time." The white and ginger molly had had a thing for collecting kits and strangers to her den for resting... it was just who she was. "A trip is always worth taking. You never know what you might encounter, nor what you will learn... And you never don't learn anything... you realised the trip might not have been worth it but to me it seems it might have."

@Arie
(sorry for the monologue kinda got carried away)

Agaveheart thought about Windwatchers words for a moment. "Move too slow and the world will pass you by, move to fast and you will pass by the world," She mewed quietly. She paused and said: "I may have taken this place for granted, I never paused to recognize its beauty, though something seems a bit sad about here, at least to me. Perhaps because this is a place for the dead it reminds me of my life, everything I could have done right and everything I have done wrong. I lived my life as a housecat blissfully unaware of the dangers, and hardships of the clans. Yet if it weren't for clan cats I wouldn't be here, and I would have died a much sooner death. In a way I owe clan cats, I think I would do anything to make it up to them." She had a subtle sparkle of determination in her eyes, and the tiredness that hung on her shoulders had been lifted.

-- @chaton --

Windwatcher rolled her eyes as the idiotic kit scampered in. Rabbit was the nicer one of the ones she was caring for but he was nevertheless an idiot in his own right. Deciding instead on focusing on answering Myrtlepaw's question she shook she head gently, "No little one, Starclan had no control of what happened but simply guided you to this space for your eternal rest. Thought I doubt you'll get much rest if you decide to stay along with us." Once again she levelled a hard glare at her grandson. Windwatcher was however worried about Myrtlepaw, the little thing seemed to be completely out of it. He already seem incredibly shaken up by everything that had happened and she just wanted to give him peace, to let him rest. She knew that would be the best thing but he seemed intent on having his questions answered and she didn't know how to go about it. So instead she pulled Rabbitkit in closer to them both and just started letting out small purrs. Rabbitkit knew more about handling the transitions when you were young... and she would him speak for them. She closed her eyes as she rested her head on Myrtlepaw's and let out a soft purr. Her past was much too dark for her to tell to Myrtlepaw.. with her kit who still walked the earth below her. Her only kit... who she so dearly missed but had no wish to join her here in Starclan. He needed to live his life... Like this young one should've had the possibility to. Myrtlepaw should not be up here in the stars, but yet he was and there was nothing she could do about it... nothing she could do. She could guide him along, help him when he struggled but deciding if he wanted to stay in the afterlife and wait for his family and friends to come or if he wanted to fade away... that was his choice. "Rabbit shall explain everything... I promise."

Rabbitkit rolled his eyes. His grandma wanted him to answer all of these questions? Really? Sighing he poked the larger cat once again. "Got to see if you're actually real," he answered in regards to the question about him poking the other cat. Yet when he was scooped up by Windwatcher, the kit levelled her a hard glare in return. "I'm not some stupid kit, thank you very much."And then the cat started talking to him like he wasn't even there? Was Rabbitkit blind? Deaf? He didn't think so and so he stomped on the ground. "Hey! I can talk to you myself. I am not deaf, I can hear you perfectly fine and understand every single word you're saying." His small grey tail twitched with mild annoyance. "I am... Rabbitkit. Son of Breezefeather and Mistletoe, and Windwatcher's " he tapped white tail with a paw, "grandson. And yes. I am a kit. I died after just taking my first breath and have been stuck in this body ever since... Never growing, never ageing but nevertheless gaining knowledge and learning." Rabbit considered himself the intellectual in the family, the smart one. And he could answer these questions with ease, even as Windwatcher drifted off. "You don't age here no, you can gain knowledge yes but you won't grow larger or older... nope nope. And yes, this is just a plane in the world. A resting place for those who've died and never done anything harmful to land them in the Dark Forest. And no, even after spending... what a few, multiple? I don't even remember, anyway after spending seasons up here you start to realise that nothing does make sense... But I do get to see my Pa every now and then through the stars. I've yet to visit him though, maybe I could help you out with it?"

In the deepest of his depressing slumber with a throbbing heart. He fell into another pit of darkness to only find himself rising up to a small light as it gradually grows bigger. So brightly that he shut his eyes closed feeling an odd wind blow pass him as if entering into a new dimension. Maybe this is the end of the road? All that crying, denial, anxiety flaring every minute at every heartbeat it was practically unbearable. Most likely he died in his sleep from heartache or something. Yes. That's it.

Cowpaw kept his eyes squeezed shut, hesitant for a few seconds he slowly fluttered them open to a new scene. The green path of endless rolling hills decorated in nature's beauty. The sun looked like it's about to set, making it near dawn. The breeze brushed through the tall grass and shrubs yet he didn't feel it's coolness through his fur. Another oddity was no scent, only an irony smell trickled in his nostrils. Is Starclan like this? This teased Cowpaw to no end, desperately wanting to smell the flowers and run freely, racing with the wind and birds in the sky.
But his paws felt stiff, rugged, heavy like stones were attached to them. He could only move slowly, gazing around. "W-Where am I?"

@hxneysuckle