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Flawedperspective was the sole caretaker of the graveyard. Every morning, she cleaned and placed fresh flowers on the resting places of those long passed. The evenings were spent telling them of her day and check on the flowers and state of each grave. It was a time in which she paid her respect to those fallen and forgotten. They were their anscestors and deserved the untmost respect from everyone in SunClan for without them the clan wouldn't be where it was today. But she was late in getting out that evening to tend to the graves. Usually, she was here and done before the sun set. Not today.
The sun was close to setting as she ran into the clearing, out of breath and tears running down her face. Flawedperspective was the laughing stock of her clan, the worthless warrior with no friends. All who had tried to be her friend quickly left once they realized that even though she was the daughter of Foxstar, she was useless and not worth keeping around. She feared the day that Indiogosight saw the same thing in her and left like all the others. Stopping before grave, she paid it no mind as she cried her heart out unaware that she was crying on her grandmother's resting place.
"Well, this isn't where I thought I was going," he meowed softly.
Leaning against a tree several graves away from her, the brown tabby observed with silent eyes. He looked surprisingly young, like a fresh-faced new warrior: death had restored to him the youth in which he had been so content, before he had ruined his life. His fur was a rich chocolate and his eyes a daring green, and threaded among the stripes of his sleek coat were the pale specks of stars. It was uncommonly wise, uncommonly serious, his pose as he leaned there looking at her; this was not the mate he had sought out, and he was puzzled how he had ended up here to begin with.
His gaze caught on the tears in her eyes, and he frowned; then Sparrowmark stepped forward, reaching out with one white-toed paw to brush the tears from her face. "Hey there," he murmured, with his characteristic teasing grin making its return, but softened by worry. "What's there to cry about?" He recognized her now - his granddaughter. The sister of his kits. The former warrior pushed that troubling thought away and focused on cheering her up. "There isn't nothing here for someone like you."
Flawedperspective stared at the strange tom. Where had he come from? She hadn't seen him before. Was he from a different clan? Scrambling back and taking an awful fighting pose, the distraught warrior tried and failed to growl out a warning. "Tresspassor! Go away! Be-before I attack!" Tears stilled streamed down her face, ruining her threatening image not that she really was much a threat in the first place. The warrior was scared and confused, hurt and heartbroken. What would her mother say if she found out that this strange tom has made it all the way into their territory and she couldn't even make a proper threat. She'd finally be disowned for good. The thought brought more tears to her eyes, her legs giving out underneath of her.
Sparrowmark laughed. He should have realized she wouldn't recognize him; he was just a stranger that had happened upon her in a vulnerable moment. "It's okay, don't worry about me," he soothed her. "StarClan warrior right here. You can't really hurt me if you try, perk of the job," he added with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. He wasn't really sure if she could hurt him or not, if this ethereal form could be torn and if he would feel pain if it did. But he wasn't about to tell this angry stranger that, so he decided to err on the side of caution and tell her as confidently as he could that he was unkillable.
Oh. "StarClan...?" What was a StarClan warrior doing her? Before her of all cats? Flawedperspective looked around, was there someone else he'd been meaning to see? Was she on his grave?! Quickly, she scrammbled away from teh grave she'd been standing over, her face turning a beet red in her embrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dishonor your gravesite. I'll make sure it gets extra flowers in the morning." Especailly since she was the only one that tended to the graveyard, so who else would do it but her in the morning. The warrior bowed her head, ashamed that she'd made such a fool of herself before the tom. "I'll just be going now. I'm sure your waiting for someone else." She tried to dry her tears from earlier, though she was sure her eyes wouls still be red by the time she got to camp. Evidence of her failures, her mother would surely say.
Sparrowmark laughed again. "No, no, that isn't my grave," he assured her cheerfully. "Nah, I died far away from here. You know, I've never walked this far even when I was alive." He knew where he was, he'd seen the land from the stars, but in life he had not visited SunClan much less their graveyard. "Truthfully, I don't know why I'm here. See, I was looking for someone, my, ah.... mate. Ex-mate. You wouldn't happen to have seen her, would you? She wouldn't have been buried here, so I suppose not," he hummed, studying her curiously. Why had he been brought here, of all places? There must be something about her, something that he hadn't quite placed yet, that was important. He had to pay more attention.
Oh. "StarClan...?" What was a StarClan warrior doing her? Before her of all cats? Flawedperspective looked around, was there someone else he'd been meaning to see? Was she on his grave?! Quickly, she scrammbled away from teh grave she'd been standing over, her face turning a beet red in her embrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dishonor your gravesite. I'll make sure it gets extra flowers in the morning." Especailly since she was the only one that tended to the graveyard, so who else would do it but her in the morning. The warrior bowed her head, ashamed that she'd made such a fool of herself before the tom. "I'll just be going now. I'm sure your waiting for someone else." She tried to dry her tears from earlier, though she was sure her eyes wouls still be red by the time she got to camp. Evidence of her failures, her mother would surely say.
(oops, thought I replied to this but guess I didn't so I'll reply to it instead of studying lol)
Flawedperspective cocked her head to the side, far away from here? Then where was he from? The she-cat sniffled, trying to dry her tears and snot some before answering. "I know all of the names in the graveyard. Maybe I can help you look?" She didn't know this tom's name, but that didn't mean she wouldn't recognize one that belonged here of all places. The warrior had made it her sole goal to learn all she could about the cats that rested here, even though most of them didn't have names marked near them anymore. The stones having been washed away moons ago, prevented her from learning about all of them, but she still tried and knew a good number of those buried here. Realizing how bold she'd been, Flawedperspective blushed some more and used one paw to rub her other leg in embarressment. "That is, if you want my help. I'll understand if you don't." Who would? Like her mother said, she was useless and a failure.
(good decisions)(also i can't remember how this plot actually goes, is he supposed to realize its her or? cx)
He hesitated. "Dawnspirit." He didn't think she was buried down here, she should be buried back home, but there was no harm offering up her name. His brow furrowed at the idea of her knowing exactly who was buried here; had she patrolled and been taught about these graves, or did she know them all before they fell? "How do you know their names?" he asked cautiously.
(You know, I have no idea either. I'm not even sure where we talked about it to go and look either. So what should we do? I think he was supposed to? Or at least he figures it out? Could do a process of elimination once he realizes who she is? Like he figures out she's one of Foxtsar's kids and askes more about her family while they're looking through the graves, like she could just not know her grandmother's name and then goes back to camp and askes her father or mother and one of them tell her? I also just realized that I said she was sitting on Dawnspirit's grave when she was never in SunClan so gonna pretend that she traveled there once she heard about her son whichever one it is that's in SunClan and decided to stay there and ended up dying there.)
Flawedperspective looked down, a little ashamed that she'd been delegated the task of gravekeeper. "Mother gave it to me as a job. I'm to tend to the graves every day, making sure they're all clean and have fresh flowers for anyone that chooses to visit." Few ever did. She was the only one that came here really. At first, she'd been given the job to get her out of way and keep her from being such a useless warrior. But at least she could do something right and she took pride in the good work she did, even if it was the worst job anyone could be assigned and that she was often teased and bullied for it. Not even apprentices were forced to do the work anymore as she knew the did before she was given the job as a permanent assignment.
(Yeah that could work where he started to figure it out but doesn’t fully realize who she is until someone tells her about Dawn. And sounds good, Condorstrike is her Sun son cx)
“No wonder I met you, then. You’re the only cat that wants to hang out with us dead warriors.” His voice remained bright with humor, assuming she has taken up this role willingly instead of being forced into it, that she was proud and content. His tail waved airily. “Someone ought to tell my son to pay his respects every one in a while, or else his brothers aren’t going to let him hear the end of it once he joins us!” Thrushpaw and Emberstar has both passed on, leaving only Condorstrike alive, but he was happy to let the tom stay there as long as possible. They had eternity to be together after.
Really, she'd be the only one here. No one else would bother, and the poor StarClan warrior would be left wondering the graveyard for days more like weeks before anyone decided to show up. But she didn't say that, she merely smiled and nodded her head. Flawedperspective didn't ask who his son was, it wasn't her place. She'd already overstepped in her mind when she'd asked who his deceased mate was. It was awfully rude of her. "Should we start looking?" What if they didn't find her? Maybe she wasn't buried here? He did say he was from far away but from where?
"Of course." Sparrowmark shook out his dense dark brown tabby coat and grinned at her. "Let's see who can find her first, if she's here. Bit of a competition, hmm?" He didn't wait for her to agree, cheerfully turning on his heel and bounding over to start looking at the graves. He then stopped, realizing he had no idea how the clan marked graves, which would make it... fairly difficult for the uneducated tom to find his mate. He turned back to her with a sheepish smile.
Oh, a competition? Wasn't that something only kits did? Mother would tell her to act her age and that tasks weren't meant to be fun. She was even more shocked and confused when he turned back around. Cocking her head, she asked, "is something wrong?" Maybe he realized that games were a kit thing and was going to say something? Flawedperspective highly doubted it, for she was sure that the rules for StarClan cats were much different than the ones she was raised with.
Oh, a competition? Wasn't that something only kits did? Mother would tell her to act her age and that tasks weren't meant to be fun. She was even more shocked and confused when he turned back around. Cocking her head, she asked, "is something wrong?" Maybe he realized that games were a kit thing and was going to say something? Flawedperspective highly doubted it, for she was sure that the rules for StarClan cats were much different than the ones she was raised with.
The brown tabby grinned. "I've never been here before, remember? I have no idea where to start looking or how to figure out who lives here. You'll have to find her for me, if you don't mind." He flicked one white paw toward the graves around him, then bounded over to join her again.
"Oh." That made sense. Would..did he want to join her? She didn't know the name she was looking for? Maybe he'd feel a pull to the grave where she was buried? Some of the names had been washed away over time and it'd be hard to figure out which was his mate's if it was one of those? "Umm....."
"Of course we will! But maybe we can look together...? I've been taking care of the graves since mother gave me the task and making sure all the names stay in tack and I'm sure you'll be able to sense her...and.." What else? Surely there was another way? Flawedperspective didn't know much about StarClan having been raised on the idea of the Sun God for the majority of her life. But she thought back to what she did know about them, and that wasn't much. Weren't they only suppose to visit the leaders and medicine cats? But he wasn't bringing a prophecy, just looking for his mate. Did that make a difference?
(omg she's still sitting on Dawnspirit's grave, all she's gotta do is move. Now how do we get him to realize its Dawnspirit reincarnated? Maybe he starts putting together all of the personality traits the two share? Dawnspirit was kind, willing to help strangers, raised his kits that were Foxstar's, cared more for others than herself. Otherwise, he can ask her about her family since this is teh second time she's brought it up and then he can go into how he was once something with Foxstar? Make the connection there.)
"Yeah," Sparrowmark agreed, starlit green eyes brightening, "that's a good plan. We'll find her together." He shook out his fur and took a few steps back, taking a deep breath to focus himself. He knew Dawnspirit was here, somewhere, he just had to find her. She had to be here, that was why he'd come here to begin with; but where? "I'm coming for you, Dawnspirit," he meowed solemnly to himself and to her, hoping she wouldn't be too unhappy to see him again after all he had done. He paused, glancing toward the she-cat. "Your mother put you in charge here? Who is she?" That didn't sound like something a normal warrior could order her to do.
(omg xD yeah that works, he can realize they're family then notice they share a personality and put it together from there)
