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Hystericstar had found himself in many weird situations during his time in Fallclan - no, his time in Springclan was also rather strange at times - but never did the hairless tom imagine that he would have to pull a ghost aside for a private conversation during the Day of the Dead festival. Him and the spectral form of Chestnutheart sat to the edge of the Burial Grounds, far enough away so that no one would be able to eavesdrop on anything said, but still close enough so the leader could keep an eye on his clan. Of course, Hystericstar's mind was still racing to rationalize the medicine cat's appearance as a trick of the light, or just lack of sleep, but he tucked that away into the back of his head for now. It seemed there were more important topics to discuss, if the seriousness of Chestnutheart's tone earlier was anything to go by.
"So, what did you need?" he asked, golden gaze narrowing at his once apprentice. It didn't seem like any other pleasantries were in order, and he would be lying if he said that his interest wasn't piqued by whatever she had been about to say before Weaselpaw had interrupted.
Chestnutheart had followed Hystericstar to the edge of the burial grounds. Graceful paws steps that were cautious. Her spectral form almost floating in front her former friend. She carefully looked around as if she were afraid the shadows would leap out and snatch her away from this moment, but when nothing happened she visibly relaxed. Hearing the question caused the calico to hang her head in shame. “I did something I’m not proud of which is why I had to go away.” She murmured.
At that, Hystericstar's head tilted ever so slightly to the side, watching Chestnutheart, but still attempting to block out the weird spectral form and focus on her. Perhaps another cat would have tried to console her, say something along the lines of 'I would have accepted whatever it was you did', but everyone knew that Hystericstar wasn't that type of cat. So, instead, he asked, "What could possibly have driven you away so suddenly?" His voice was full of curiosity, with no malice to be found. He was simply interested, as if Chestnutheart's disappearance - and appearance - was a puzzle to be solved.
"I broke the one rule that you take as an oath when you become a medicine cat. The rule that you cannot take a mate or have a family of your own, because the clan becomes your family." Her head hanging lower with deeper shame. Her nose barely hovering over the ground. The calico she-cat refusing to look the leader in the eyes.
In all honesty, Hystericstar had never much cared for that oath. Of course, he had no intention of breaking it himself when he had been the medicine cat of the clan, and he could logically see why the rule had been put in place. Still, rather than not liking it, what he felt towards it was more akin to indifference. The personal lives of his staff wasn't something that he felt the need to get involved in. Seeing how Chestnutheart was acting, however, told him exactly how much she valued the rule. Brushing it off completely would probably just make her more upset, right? Even if Hystericstar was terrible at interacting with others, he at least knew that she wanted him to say something about it. Or maybe he was completely wrong. Was she looking for comfort? Did she want him to tell her that everything is okay, and that he forgives her?
"You did something wrong, you broke the rule you swore to value, and for that, you must suffer the consequences." His voice was hard, the rarely ever seen leader side of Hystericstar surfacing. "However!" Then, just as suddenly, his gaze softened as his golden eyes swept once more over the starlit spectral form that Chestnutheart wore. "It seems to me that you've already faced them. You know what you did wrong, and you paid the price. Nothing that I could ever do would come close to what you've been through these past few days. I may not care too much about Starclan, but it seems to me that they've already forgiven you for your actions. So, why shouldn't I?"
He was done attempting to rationalize her appearance - she obviously wasn't a hallucination, as Weaselpaw had been able to see her. Her death was the only thing that could fit such a bizarre circumstance, as much as he hated to admit it. For now, he set aside the grief in order to give his own version of comfort. He still wasn't sure what she had expected him to say or do; maybe he had said everything wrong and would only worsen the situation.
Chestnutheart flinched at his words. She rarely met this side of Hystericstar. His words were correct she had suffered the consequences and paid the ultimate price for her actions. His words angered her slightly for his true they were. The anger boiled under her starlit pelt and she felt the celestial tears prickle at the corner of her eyes. Something snapped and she finally met Hystericstar’s golden gaze.
“I don’t know why Starclan forgave me for my actions. You shouldn’t forgive me either. It would of been better to live in misery in the Dark Forest. Pay for my crimes I’ve committed against my duty as Fallclan’s medicine cat and my clan.” Her voice coming across as bitter. Her gaze darkening but the threat of tears still present in her eyes. “To be truthful I never wanted to be a medicine cat Hystericstar. My dreams had always been to be a warrior. I wanted a family, a mate, and children just like my sister Appleblush. I was jealous of her when I diagnosed her pregnancy. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. The one dream I had from the time I was a small kit was taken away the moment my uncle Amberbird named me as his apprentice. I was bitter at him for the longest time, and when he up and disappeared only a few moons after I was named his apprentice. I resented him, I still do for abandoning us. For allowing all of those kits to die. I had nightmares up until my death of the every kit’s life I couldn’t save. Then there was my aunt Frostpaw who joined Fallclan with her mate in tow. She was sickly and her pregnancy was difficult. But I was positive I could save her. That I could heal her and give her the perfect life she deserved after the horrors she endured. When her mate Bogslide disappeared she became unresponsive. She felt into a depressed state and I watched her waste away. The night of her death when I brought her kits into this world. There was so much blood. I watched the light leave her eyes. I felt I had failed once again. I couldn’t face my family and I avoided her children up until I left. I found comfort from a loner tom passing through. He offered me comfort and a place to vent when I felt I couldn’t turn to anyone because I had failed as a medicine cat. I was stupid and I feel in love with him. It wasn’t until it was too late that I realized the damage was done. I didn’t realize that I was expecting until near the end of the pregnancy. So I left to go track down my children’s father. I was going to hand over them over to him, but I never found him. I had my children in the shelter of a rotting log. I couldn’t be away from them for very long. I couldn’t hunt because I have very little experience in hunting. So I begun to grow weaker…” Her voice trailing off and tears were visibly streaming down her cheeks.
