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She/Her | Purrk(s): Just A Scratch

Where had it all gone wrong? Spiraled so out of control..? Maybe the real answer to that was; a long, long time ago. This chaos seemed to transcend leaders. First with Mrs. Snow - Birdsnow, and now with Fadingstar. And it hurt. Hurt Wisteriawren's heard so bad, but all she could do was hunker down and close her eyes, listening to the sheer amount of backlash Fadingstar was recieving. She wanted to stand beside him, to comfort him, to take away all that hurt, that pain. But she couldn't, because it wasn't her place to do so.

Fadingstar had asked for this, so who was she to try and stop it?

Then came the varying calls. Some in favor of his remaining, some in favor of his resignation. And each one only had Wisteriawren's heart sinking further and further down into the festing well of hurt that had been left unhealed for far too long. The ex-kittypet was glad she had chosen a far corner of the clearing, only here to listen and not to speak, because no one came her way. No one would have to see how much it pained her to hear him getting yelled at. Lashed out at. Truth was, Wisteriawren still loved him, and maybe that was her curse.

Melody fell in love too easily, and to fall out of it was impossible. Wisteriawren had had multiple loves over the years, the first of which was mother nature. She had a heart that bled too easily, that soaked up everything around her too easily. The skies, the grass, the seas. The clouds, the sun, the soil. Greta, her home, her garden. RiverClan, her home anew, Fadingstar. Dusklion, Rowanmane, Berrypaw. Elderkit, Springkit, Sedgetwist.

All different shades of love, of appreciation. Without any of them, she wouldn't be who she was today. Without RiverClan, she'd still be Melody. The naivety was long gone - because while Melody still existed, Wisteriawren was someone else. And she'd continue to be this new cat, because walking forward was always the only option sometimes.

You couldn't take steps backward - the purpose of the river was being able to continue with its flow. With all the twists and turns of the winding path you followed. Fighting against the current would never turn the tides in your favor.

And as more and more cats sought Fadingstar's resignation, Wisteriawren could do nothing but watch, and listen. And hurt. They called for real change. Perhaps this was the real change they sought - starting with Waterlily's rising voice.

Wisteriawren's head lifted, heart catching in her throat as Fadingstar was run out. Run out of his own Clan. Her heart broke there again, shattering into a million tiny pieces. What she wanted most was to rush after him, to be heard for once, to be wanted by a Clan she struggled to fit in. Maybe none of this was in the card for her. This life, so different from how she'd been brought up.

Wisteriawren was never one to not embrace change. Embracing this one would shatter her heart. She would rather embrace it alone. Dusklion was right. There was hunting to make up for, borders to mark. Adderstrike hadn't approached her yet for what Dusklion had told her, so Wisteriawren unaware of what she'd been supposed to be doing as she left camp instead.