A question for Wildsong and/or Tornface <3 What’s your favorite part of being in StarClan? Would you say you’re at peace?
“Oh,” the dark tom hummed, “that’s a hard question.” He appeared distracted as he spoke, gaze drawn beneath his paws. All you could see is the glittering grass which paved StarClan’s hunting grounds, but it seemed that the young warrior witnessed something more.
“There are a lot of things I love about being here,” he chirped ashe turned a smile upon you. “I get to watch as many birds as I want as much as I want, there are some I didn’t even see when I was alive! And the clan stuff isn’t so tense, I’ve been able to make new friends - like Stoatfur! He was MountainClan,” he spoke pleasantly.
“Apparently we were alive at the same time, but I don’t really remember him from then. I also have a huge family! My Mum said she listened to all of my prayers, and Orchid is so sweet, and- oh?” His head swiveled as he gazed over her shoulder. You could not see at what.
“I’ve got to go, that’s my tabby calling!” He hopped to his paws, turning away from the conversation, “visit again sometime!”
“There isn’t much I enjoy,” the tom answered with a frown, his shoulders squared, “being dead and all.” He appeared leaps and bounds better than he had upon his deathbed, but his mood had not improved in the same way.
“I feel strong again,” he continued, and something familiar - yet unsettling - glinted in his gaze. Sure enough, the bulk that had withered away as his ailment progressed was now stacked thick across his form.
“My brother has begun to make ammends. I never thought I’d see the day. Well,” he chuckled, the sound a little jaded, “I suppose I didn’t? I’ve also been able to be a brother to Hootkit, and I’ve been watching Mothkit like I promised. They play together.” The aged tom could not hide the smile which tugged at his dark lips.
“So I guess it isn’t all bad, but no. I am not at peace. I will never know peace so long as my clan suffers.”