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(When this began) I had nothing to say And I’d get lost in the nothingness inside of me (I was confused) And I let it all out to find That I’m not the only person with these things in mind (Inside of me) But all the vacancy, the words revealed Is the only real thing that I got left to feel (Nothing to lose) Just stuck, hollow and alone And the fault is my own And the fault is my own
The multi-colored and patterned bengal she-cat inhaled a deep breath, eyes closed, attempting to desperately ground herself even as she continued to spiral down the rabbit hole. Yet, for the first time in so long, she could see the checkered floor of her wonderland coming into focus deep within her. The closer she came to her decision, the faster she spun downward toward that black and white mesmerizing ground, and while she was filled with fear, there was a thrill in realizing how close comfort and belonging truly was.
Purple eyes blinked open and she gazed at Aspenstar’s den. Her friend? The she-cat she had briefly fallen in love with? Her leader? At this point, she didn’t know what level their relationship was at. Yet, at the end of this night, she was certain whatever relationship they had would be decimated. Her body shivered, near threatening to topple her off the ledge of the leader’s entrance, and she winced and flexed her muscles to keep herself grounded.
“Aspen.” She murmured, aware that her voice, at its lowest timbre, would be easily heard by the she-cat within the dark den.
She blinked, finding herself stuck mentally. How did she even start this conversation? Her mouth opened and shut a few times before she finally stood there, under the moonlight, silent.
Aspenstar's ear twitched at the noise from where she sat in the back of her den, fiddling with... something . Her head turned in her direction, and the leader found herself smiling at the other. She pulled away from what she had been doing, before moving towards her.
"Z," she responded, brushing the cat's shoulder with her tail in greeting. There was something wrong, Aspen knew this, but, she had come to learn that a lot of things were wrong right now. How she wished they could go back to the beginning of her leadership, before work got in the way of their love, before she became the cat she became. The lazy evenings with each other, tails entwined, was a nothing more than a memory now, one that seemed to be faster fading than she would have liked. This was mostly the leader's fault; becoming leader had changed her, and she had never intended to leave the first cat she ever loved in the dust. It just... happened. Aspen thought most of the things that had gone on in the last six moons had just ... happened. It was a careful way of pretending she had no agency in the situation, a final denial of the fact she was an active agent, and everything that had happened was a result of her active agency. It was easier that way.
"Is there something I can do for you this evening? You haven't visited in a while without reason." Was that a hint of sadness in her voice? No, it couldn't be, could it?
The simple, brief touch of her tail tip against her shoulder had the loyal guard nearly leaning into the offer of affection, something dark and sad rising within her at the action. When was the last time she had willingly engaged in any form of affection? Not even romantically oriented, merely brushing shoulders with those she worked closely with, allowing even any sort of affection with her adopted son, Chasingpaw. She knew the young tom had seen her distance herself; it had broken her heart to see his eyes so wide and sad, and yet…
Well. She hadn’t stopped, now, had she? She clenched her jaw and moved away from the tail tip on her shoulder, though she was only half aware of her choice in action, and immediately afterward she found herself filled with regret mixed with relief. Had she truly become so touch starved she was unconsciously shifting away from the one thing that could help her out of this mess in the first place? She winced. She truly was hopeless.
“I think we ought to sit down and have a chat in private.” She murmured. She had thought, so many times while envisioning this moment while performing her duties, that she would’ve looked away from Aspen out of shame or being emotionally compromised. Instead, she inwardly shocked herself by holding the leader’s gaze with her own. Perhaps she wasn’t as overwhelmed with feeling as she thought, though she knew that to be a blatant lie.
Thinking on what she needed to say in these next few moments was what gave her the courage to, upon fully entering the den, open her mouth and voice the thoughts that had been plaguing her for longer than she liked to admit.
I wanna heal, I wanna feel What I thought was never real I wanna let go of the pain I felt so long Erase all the pain til it’s gone I wanna heal, I wanna feel Like I’m close to something real I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along Somewhere I belong
“I’ve come to the decision that it… would be best if I left.” She nodded once, a self-deprecating kind of motion, accompanied by an ingenuine half smile, as though she were merely voicing something the rest of her comrades had already been discussing, just bringing it to life, putting it out in the open. “I wouldn’t do you the dishonor of making you believe it had anything to do with you or NightClan itself. I just…”
What? You just what?
“Realized I’ve been running from the truth for far too long.”
There was a moment, a matter of micro seconds, gone in the blink of an eye, where Aspenstar looked as if she didn't know how to react, didn't know how to feel. To say that she was shocked was perhaps an exaggeration; it didn't take two eyes to notice the distance that Z had created between herself and, well, everyone; she'd done just fine with one noticing the way the other had changed. But, perhaps it was fair to suggest that the leader was surprised; no matter the signs, she couldn't imagine her leaving. No, cats didn't leave her. Once they pledged their loyalty to her, they stayed in her grasps forever, or at least, she had thought so. This, certainly, was a source of surprise; Z was the only exception, the only cat who had fallen for the charm of Aspenstar and still turned away.
The moment passed, and Aspenstar reanimated. There was something ... unplaceable about the far off look in her eye. Was it sadness? The way one mourns for a beloved? Was it relief that the last remaining part of Aspendust, the cat she was before she became leader, would be destroyed once Z left? Perhaps it was a mix of both; regardless, it was impossible to place.
"I... am not sure what you mean," the leader meowed tentatively as Z finished her speech. "What truth? What are you talking about?" It appeared Aspenstar already forgot that Z said it wasn't her fault; this could only be expected of the queen who thought the world revolved around her. "I know these last few moons, things have been different, but... they can be different again. This is your home, Z."
Energy seemed to zap out of her once she had finished speaking and her leader and friend– once friend had been unable to look much farther past her own nose. “It was my home, once.” She admitted. “There was a time when I saw no other and felt no other way than absolute comfort in being here. The world has caught up with me, however,” she turned and glanced at the entrance to the den, “and I was never made to be shrouded in the dark.” She glanced back at her friend.
“My family and my place in this world is calling to me. It’s time I heed that call and allow everything that was shifted out of place return to where they belong.”
