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"The lost sometimes stare with a look in their glare
an emptiness few can perceive
I've known that abyss but the abyss cant know this
this moment I see what I see...
There's prophets and poets whose wax ever on
of things both transcendant and free
but silent they'd be and down on one knee
if they saw what you look like to me...
If You saw what you look me to me."
The soft notes of the song rose high on the echoed winds of Silverpelt, as the stars themselves twinkled silently from above; as if in awe of the melodic voice that was singing from the sparkling fields of Starclan. The singer herself was unsure of where the lyrics and melody had come from- perhaps they had always been there- but sitting alone under the brilliant night sky the impulse to open up her heart and let her voice float through afterlife's eternity was too great to resist. As the last notes of her song faded away, Chaman Pebble smiled to herself contently, yet blushed under her grey fur, slightly embarrassed by the unexpected nature of her solo, or perhaps the deeper meaning behind it all. They were words of an emotion that Pebble had felt so strongly for the longest time, but had never acknowledged out loud; partly because she believed she could just admit it another day, when the time was right. But she had run out of time, hadn't she? She had died; time had forever stopped for her. Had things not have gone the way they did; had she not been shown compassion by her own deity, or had even survived the attack that eventually ended her life, how long would she have had to wait then? Had things gone differently, it might have been never.
Losing someone you love, even for a few short hours, really changes one's perspective on life.
Blakely walked away from the other StarClan cats. She may have been in Renegade Regime, but Star Clan was where a part of her family was. The people she lost were here and found again. She was viewed as a medicine cat, one who literally lost herself trying to save others, but not as a dictator. Not here. Her scarlet calico pelt shinned like star fire and her yellow and green eyes shimmer like colorful pools of water, a vivid angel among the heavens. She nearly slipped past Pebble, but heard the end note of her song and back tracked over to her mate. For Blakely she lived a full life. She did good, she did wrong, and she did some more good again to make up for it. Her kits were grown up, they didn't need her, she had served her purpose and time and although she'd have liked to not have gone down as she did. Could she really say that tom was as worse as she had been? She didn't just kill kits, she experimented on them. She made her own kit think she had a disease so she would never leave her clan. Kotori killed because of anger, she had no motive. Maybe Kotori was just as redeemable if not more than she had.
"What are you doing way out here, Chaman Pebble?" Blakelystar smiled, happy to be able to call her that out here again.
At the sound of her name and title together Pebble's ear twitched, and she glanced over her shoulder to greet her mate with a warm, if not slightly sheepish, smile. Had Blakely been there the entire time, or had she just spotted her? "Reminiscing, I suppose," she replied with a breathy chuckle, slowly rising to her feet and padding across the field to touch noses with the other she-cat. "Everything is so...different here; nothing like the corner of the afterlife the Blind Protector rules over." If asked in her youth on her views about Starclan, the Chaman would've admitted that there was indeed some legimacy in the clan's ancestrial worship, but that the Blind Protector was her life, and it would be in his domain that she would have her final rest. Even now, that wasn't untrue, but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that she would be granted the gift of walking between skies; able to traverse the void that might've permanently separated her and her mate forever.
"What about you, Blakelystar? How have you been holding up? Certainly you know more cats here than I do."
"It feels back to the good old days. No Primal Instinct or Toxicity cats. Just familiar faces and I'm excited to help out and be there for other young cats who want to study herbs and medicine," Blakelystar said, "I don't see why you need to think back about anything. All the cats are here and those who aren't someday will. And when they do we'll make their worse day a better one," She purred, nestling her chin onto Chaman Pebbles shoulder.
"I know, I know," Pebble laughed, wrapping her fluffy tail around Blakely and taking in her comforting scent. "All we can do is wait for now. Wait and give guidance to all those who will come after us." She purred happily before lifting her head slightly to look her mate in the eyes. "Sometime I'll have to take you across the border to meet the Blind Protector and my family. I'm sure they'd all love to meet you." In life, Pebble never knew her parents, who both died when she was but a few days old. But now that she was finally in the afterlife, she was free to see and talk to them as much as she pleased. "Marble and Recon are such wonderful and kind cats. You'd be shocked; I could be my mother's twin, we look exactly the same!"
Blakelystar blinked at that thought. She knew her father, he was a rogue just like their mom. She knew him before, but she didn't forgive him. He was so caught up in his own depression that he let himself starve to death with the rest of her siblings. And her mom she only knew walked out on her as soon as she was born. Parents never were a subject she focused on. They existed and gave nothing to her, short lived. But so were Pebbles and yet she seemed so interested in these people she never really knew. People who never impacted her life. It caught her by surprise, but maybe Pebble just liked meeting new people. She nodded quickly, "I wouldn't mind, though I don't want to move there for good. The gorgeous waters here are just so beautiful and warm and the lilypads are big and stiff enough to hold me," She purred.