Dusk grumbled as the dark spirit spoke. He had no clue what he was talking about. But he got one thing right — this wasn’t a time for a sob story, and Dusk desperately needed to find another way to convince the Covenant.
She paused, and exhaled, disgruntled, before giving the cats around her a glassy stare.
“Listen, you don’t even know a bit of what my life was like.” she hissed. “I had to fight to even
see one of my kits, let alone care for him! I want- no,
need a second chance, for me and for them. My kits may already be grown, but I want to be there for them. And that’s not all; I want to be able to properly, and I mean properly, care for them. I want to look into their eyes and tell them that I’m finally here for them, and that nobody can stop me.”
She flexed her claws in and out as she spoke. Of course, Starclan cats could already do this in their kin’s dreams and, at times, even appearing to them as ghosts. But it wasn’t enough.
“And i’m not the sad little loner she-cat who dotes on her kits you might think I am. No. It’s true; I never got the chance to watch them grow up. None of a lot of us queens did. And I think it’s unfair. If I should have to be killed just for trying my best to finally care for them after all the moons of them being locked away, and then never be able to see them again —“ she continued, before hissing out the next word.
“PROPERLY, cause I don’t care about these ‘spiritual encounters’ or ‘spiritual dreams’ — I don’t think that’s right. It’s the bare minimum. And just because I did love them with all of my heart, even in my dying moments, you’d better not think I’m only doing this for them, even if I do in fact care for them dearly, thank you very much, I want this for myself too. I want to live my life properly, even if I do know I’ll die again. When that happens, I’ll die happy. No matter what. Because I’ll know that I was finally given a second chance — that I made a real, real impact on those around me. I’ll die content with what I’ve done. But that’s not how I died before — I died unhappy and unfulfilled. It’s not right. And I need you to listen, listen real close: You all did things in your lives — great big things you got to see impact everyone else. But you can’t subject cats to an afterlife of false paradise, an afterlife of unhappiness and unfulfilment, knowing they could’ve done something great in this wide wide world and yet their lives were cut short.”
She paused to regain her breath.
“I might as well be one of those cats. Do you think that’s fair? Because I sure don’t, and I think anyone who disagrees with that might as well be rotting in the dark forest — oh wait, this guy already is! Who even let you in here?” she questioned Silverfox.
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Cloverspring (still open to other wardens)