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Mistyveil nipped at her flower wreath attempting to stand at her right side so the yellow pansy's around her neck would display on her Russian blue half. There was just never a way to get the flowers to look nice when she had two contrasting colored pelts. Perhaps she should consider getting two colored flowers so each half of the wreath would match a different section of her pelt. Her gaze flicked to the sunless sky and the day began. She tip toed past her kits nest, ducked her head inside, Bloodpaw was there in the apprentices den. She hunted till dawn and came back with freshkill in her jaws that she placed in front of her kits nest and not the fresh kill pile. Windyhurricane came in, he hadn't gotten morning patrols since he started watching his moms kits from morning to typically noon.
Once the kits were gone and playing in the nursery Mistyveil took a bored glance at the herbs. They were organized as usual. Every time they weren't she organized and that typically took two minutes. It also wasn't like cats were getting injured everyday, there was little to do most days except go out on herb expeditions in other clans, but just about everything was in stock. A no nothing day where she typically would watch her kits, but decided to take a me day. Or maybe a mothers day off.
She dozed off in her nest figuring that anyone who wanted to see her would just wake her up.
Diamondheart poked her head into the Witches den. She didn't want to disturb Mistyveil too much as her litter was still young and rambunctious, probably keeping her up at night, yet.... there was just too much that had to be said. Valleystar up and left the clan not even a moon ago, and Diamondheart was still fairly new to the mountains in general. What was she to do now? She couldn't lead WinterClan in Valleystars absence... could she?
The molly sighed. Thinking for a few more moments, she held her breath and lightly stepped into the den. "Mistyveil? Are you awake?" She whispered, restraining the want to just shove her awake as she would to her kits.
She nuzzled her face back into her paws, nothing mattered except sleep. Maybe her den could be on fire and someone was trying to warn her, but in the moment she'd trade her life for just five more minutes. But the voice registered in her mind like an alarm and her head shot up in moments. She didn't need to blink away the sleep to realize it was Diamondheart. Diamondheart and her never spoke, not out of spite or time, there was just never any reason to. If Diamondheart was here it meant she needed specifically her and not someone to talk to.
Mistyveil sat up as she licked at her paw cleaning her face slightly, "Hello, this is the witches den and I'm your witch, how may I help you today?" She asked as if she was apart of customer service which by all means she was.
Diamondhearts eyes widened and her mouth slightly agape. She shook her head as if to shake the anxiety out and slowly padded further into the den, sitting down next to Mistyveils next. Plopping down as if she had just gone through a breakup, Diamondheart buried her face into her paws. "Oh, Mistyveil! I don't know what to do!" Her voice was shaky, almost like a soft wail or sob. "Valleystar isn't coming back and I just... I just don't know what to do! I can't run this Clan... I can't do this.. I'm not even from here!"
She let it all out on her poor acquaintance. Sure, the most interaction the two have had were exchanging glances and nods in passing. But Diamondheart knew the relationship Mistyveil and Valleystar had was... almost friendship? Maybe more like.... a guide-tourist? She sighed deeply. She didn't even know if she was talking to the right cat! Her face buried deeper into her paws.
Mistyveil obnoxiously licked her lips a few times looking at Diamondheart considerably, "Can I show you something?"
Apparently she wasn't waiting because she was already wandering off and where she stopped she motioned with her head for Diamondheart to come sit by her. They sat in the direction of the clans prison.
"I spent almost seven years of my life in there. As a prison guard, as a prisoner and I'm eight years old. I was made a medicine cat because I knew how to get queens through kitting, that's it. I didn't know any herbs, our clan was invading other clans left and right and we had no herbs on our land because there were only so many useful herbs grew. And somewhere over the mountain is my daughters grave from when Leatherstar convinced her to commit suicide. Being this clans medicine cat, alchemist, witch, whatever title I'm given by every few new leaders has never been fair. Few cats ever get the luxury of being ready. You're a leader and now you know the secret and it scares you. No one, not even Valleystar ever knew what they were doing. You can only try your best, but just remember when you struggle that anything worth doing is going to be difficult. Whatever lies ahead you're as prepared as anyone. Not every leader was WinterClan born you know."
She sounded incredibly relaxed, like nothing phased her and likely nothing did. Valleystar was gone, but she showed little indication of being worried and there was no sign of her asking any follow up questions to her disappearance. There was only the moment and she accepted the information and ran with it. She didn't seemed particularly analytical so much as the things around her carried very little weight.
She didn't really know what to say. What could you say to all that? For someone she had never spoken a word to before, Mistyveil had quite the story. The forest cat gulped loudly, letting the words of her senior and Witch sink in. Diamondheart almost struggled to her feet, looking over their camp with heavy jade eyes.
"I hope they can accept me just as they did Valleystar. I've heard stories of the past leaders, I watched and let Valleystar descend into madness without the power to stop it. If this land really is cursed, I will do what it takes to cleanse it."
She looked back at Mistyveil, eyes glossed over to look almost like true jade. "Do you think we can do it? Together, or as a whole Clan?"
"Literally no. Maybe, you should be the smart leader who decides, you know what guys. We've died a thousand times because of the land alone. Let's just move to another part of this snowy place that isn't cursed. And you know what, who can argue with that logic? Or we can lose a quarter of our clan trying to find some ancient remedy or spell to get rid of the curse for God knows why cause like, it's not as if this is even a great piece of territory anyways. Like we can just move. Can we just move? Can you be the leader that just takes our clan past the border to another snowy part of our land. Cause if not, I'm going to have to take care of this curse and cleanse it which isn't going to be easy. But honestly, you're asking me to cleanse mud just like Understar and Leatherstar and Valleystar. Break the system Diamond, let's get out of this hell hole," Mistyveil said and for once there was an emotion that could be detected, exasperation.
Because truly, who was going to cleanse this place? A witch or a leader? Probably the witch who had supernatural abilities ever since this place got cursed. In fact, until a few moons ago she was an unfeeling sociopath, but now she could feel other peoples emotions, it gave her an empathy she never had before. She scratched the side of her neck a bit in thought, Diamondheart was probably going to stay just like the other three. Whatever happened next she knew that the we can do it, the together attitude really just meant that Diamondheart would be emotional support. Mistyveil was the only one who could conjure the dead, walk among them, feel the cats around her on a deeper level than anyone. She knew if Diamondheart could, she'd help. Maybe Diamondstar would be a leader she could trust. If they could get rid of the curse. If they could finally get peace than she was all for it, but she was also one of the few who knew the cost of banishing the curse.
She let the Witches words sink in. Move? Was that really possible? She's leader, now, so she could technically do whatever she pleases... but what would be best for the Clan? Would up and moving home really be that easy? Would it really fix everything? She sighed. "All this weight is heavier than I imagined it would be." She chuckled lightly. "But I suppose it would do. It is my burden to carry, and carry it with dignity I will." She said, almost speaking just to herself. She began to walk out of the den, flicking her tail, a gesture for Mistyveil to follow.
"Won't you come, Mistyveil? Don't we have some business at Moon Creek?"
Mistyveil gave a tired expression, but her smile was warmer than she had shown anyone in a long time, "You have no idea how good it feels to hear that. Yes. Let's go to Moon Creek."
Mistyveil had long strides which seemed to help her briskly, yet safely walked down the side of the mountain leading the way for Diamondheart. She looked back at her a bit cautiously this time, many medicine cats were back stabbed quite literally by their own leaders, she could be giving her future murderer nine lives. But Diamondheart seemed honorable and kind and definitely not the kind of cat to kill their own clanmate. Perhaps she would be the first witch to not be dealt with a horrible death. If she could just die of old age or sickness like a normal cat she'd be happy and if she was lucky the after life would just let her disappear into nothingness. A sweet release. She didn't want the eternal life at the end of the road. The blessing about life was that everyone who annoyed her would eventually die and she'd never see them again and StarClan defeated that benefit.
"For a while we believed in multiple Gods, but you weren't around back then. I know it sounds like a tall tale, but I was actually cursed by one. I have eternal hunger, I'll never feel full again. Which is why I favor StarClan... But I still hear the deities voices in my head, their very persistent, but I refuse to be their messenger. It's punishment for them being an absolute nuisance in my life."
Diamondheart chuckled at her story as she followed Mistyveil carefully around the mountain and down its steep slippery slopes. "I have heard about.... the ancients, where they called? I've heard about how we once had martyrs whose blood would be spilled in favor of one of these cats." She shuddered for a moment as a chill crept up her spine- not a chill from the winds that whipped her pelt all which ways, but a spiritual chill; it was as if just speaking about these once dark times could still stir the spirits of those who once lived in them. She knew that many of her clanmates and members had lived through these times, just as Mistyveil had, but thinking about all those lost in it....
She shook her pelt. "I had no belief in anything, StarClan or otherwise, before I came to these mountains. I didn't really even believe when the dark warriors had begun their possessions. Kittypets don't have anything like that- our belief was in our twolegs, and look where that wound me up. Everything clicked when I watch Valleystar receive those lives of hers." If she was to be completely honest with herself, though, Diamondheart didn't know whether or not to count these lives as a blessing or a curse. Would she really be able to bring WinterClan to prosperity and do things that no other leader had? Would she be cursed to either die or be revolted against like the leaders before her and Valleystar? Or would she be damned to possession and corruption, just as her predecessor?
"Do not worry, there was only one sacrifice in WinterClan, history just acts as though there were many," Mistyveil reassured, after all it was her who had to kill the martyrs so she should know, "Yes, the nine lives typically are what does it for many non believers. I was born here so StarClan just always made sense to me."
She turned her head to look at Diamondheart, "You'll be the third leader I've taken here. You'll approach Moon Creek and lie your head down by the water side. I will too. We will wake up in StarClan where you will see many ancestors, not all from WinterClan and sometimes, not every ancestor is a good one. They will give you nine lives and many of them will hurt. You'll be expected to be braver than you are. With nine lives you can make many sacrifices. the cruelty of the martyrs was that Leatherstar chose to sacrifice others when he had lives to spare. You have lives to spare, use them for good. Not always for your clan, but for good."
As they approached closer Diamondheart could see the creek up ahead, typically no leader went during the day, it looked almost normal at this hour, but there was almost a twinkle in the water as though it were a portal to outer space.
