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Eveningpaw looked over the banks of the frozen lake. On the rare occasions that she came down to earth, the mother-daughter duo would make their way to the lake and just slide around on the frozen waters below. Looking at the lake, everything she saw felt as fleeting as her kithood memories with Valleyswirl- not star.
The small she-cat looked over at the even smaller one, her head tilted. "You look like you've seen the war, kiddo," she meowed as she strutted over. Her tail scruffed the fur on her neice's head, before she sighed. "Mind if I join ya?" Mistlesnow's voice was surprisingly gentle, as if she didn't quite know how to approach the apprentice. Of course, it wasn't that she was bad with kids, it was just that she knew things were changing for the whole family. She could only imagine how Eveningpaw felt.
Eveningpaw smiled as she felt her aunts presence, purring in greeting and reply to her question. "Mother used to take me out here, even as a kit. She taught me how to walk and skate on the ice without slipping." She giggled as she looked out towards the horizon, as if she could see the memories of Valleystar and her going out on the lake those first few times when she was young. "She used to tell us... how no matter what happened to Father, or her, or just.... just anything... that our memories would still bind us just as if we were together face-to-face." With that last memory, the tears officially started to come out. Though her dark locks didn't make the stains completely visible it was hard to deny how her tears slightly melted the tin layer of snow dustings below.
She smiled gently as the younger cat recounted the memory to her. If she was your standard cat, she might have reminisced over the joys of youth. However, she wasn't, and such joys had not yet left the sight of the chaotic good. "She was right," she them meowed with a glance away from her niece. "Memories are a funny thing, but no matter what happens, you'll keep them, and you'll never lose them." Well, never was probably a stretch. Maybe, when they were all old and grey, they wouldn't remember quite everything, but hey, that was a long time away. She glanced back at the younger cat. She noticed the tear, and ran her tail under the other's eyes. "Hey, now, kiddo, it's okay. No need to cry, right? It'll all be alright." She sounded kind of awkward as she spoke, but hey, she was trying.
She felt her fur warm as her aunt caressed her face with her tail. She pressed into Mistlesnows chest, trying to stop the sobs but failing miserably. "Why.. why did it have to be us, auntie? Why must we be... so cursed?" She wailed quietly with sniffles between each word she spoke. "If Father never died mother would have never... gone the route that she went down. If Father never died we'd be so happy now. Mother would have never become Sovereign, the dark warriors would have never come to our Clan, Mother wouldn't have..." She couldn't let herself finish. She closed her eyes hard as if trying to block her sight from the memories and thoughts that repeated in her mind.
Where's Bumblerose when you need her? It was a fleeting thought that Mistlesnow had, mostly because she knew that her aunt would be so much more equipped to deal with the emotion of the younger cat. She would have to just figure it out, though, she was sure of it. She couldn't fail the young cat who clung to her. Putting on her most Bumblerose face, the she-cat wrapped her tail around Eveningpaw, holding her close.
"Everything happens for a reason, doll face," she meowed, although she wasn't sure that even she believed those words. "I'm going to be honest. I don't believe in StarClan. I've seen too much to. If it wasn't for, well, what just happened, I wouldn't believe in the afterlife at all. I don't buy into the idea that StarClan has a plan for us. But, I know the universe does. Did you know that you're made of the remnants of the cosmos? You are made from the same ash that made the universe. I can't imagine that that was accidental."
"And if you aren't accidental, neither is anything else. The universe might not tell us its reasons, but I'm sure it has um, right? Otherwise, what would be the point? We just have to accept that th bad will happen. We have seen a lot of bad lately. But there was a reason for it, and that reason will make you so much stronger."
Well, that wasn't all that uplifting, but it was Mistlesnow's best shot.
She listened to Mistlesnows words carefully, letting each breath sink into her soft pelt. "I don't think it was an accident that she became leader. You're right.. everything thats happening right now is happening for a reason. I wish that I could just figure out what that damn reason is in the first place." She sighed heavily and tried to catch her breath from her sobs.
"If we were never born here, in WinterClan, do you think things would still be the same? Like, would Father still have died and Mother still become a leader? Would Ghoulmask still have become a warrior or Knight before us? I wonder if its all just the curse upon our land and all its leader. I wonder if.... our family would have never laid roots in this wretched cursed land, maybe none of this would have ever happened." She also spat her words like rotten prey from her mouth.
"I'm always right, sugarplum," Mistlesnow assured the younger cat, which in hindsight, probably wasn't what Eveningpaw needed or wanted to hear. Oh well. She shifted her weight slightly. "The reasons will turn up in time, probably. It'll be when it's meant to be." She shifted again. She was not that great at this whole comforting thing, yeah it was bad. Her Bumblerose face was not a great one, and honestly, she was a little bit uncomfortable with the whole thing.
She then shifted a third time, bending to look the kitten in the eye. "You're being a bit of a drama queen, aren't chya kiddo? I mean, I get it. I'm sad too. But the land is no more cursed than we are, unless you believe in that weird witchy stuff I think whatserface tries to teach under the guise of medicine. If it didn't happen here, it woulda happened somewhere, ya see? Ya can't change destiny, even if you change the location of destiny."
She thought for a moment. "And hey, even if it would be different somewhere else, you wouldn't be you."
"Me? A drama queen?" A slight grin pinned to Eveningpaws wet cheeks. "I've never heard that one in my life before." Her voice was almost jovial in between the sniffles and shakiness.
With a definite grunt of depression, Eveningpaw slowly left the comfort of her aunts embrace and rose to her paws, shaking her pale tortieshell pelt. "What made you come over in the first place anyway, auntie? You don't usually leave the camp unless someone tells you to." She giggled- or tried to, at least.
She nudged the younger cat with her shoulder. "Now, you and I both know that I highly doubt that I'm the first person to say that." Mistlesnow's voice was teasing. She adored the younger cat, even if she wasn't the like super aunt that her own aunt had been.
She then narrowed her eyes. "Are you trying to suggest that I'm lazy?" She almost squawked in false-astonishment. "Have you no manners, speaking to your elders like that." She purred at the idea, shaking her head. Eveningpaw wasn't totally wrong, but she wasn't totally right, either. She let out a huff, before shrugging. "Sometimes, I get this feeling that I have to be somewhere. Normally, it's a feeling that leads me to a cat I can harass or trouble to start. Sometimes, the voice inside my head tells me I'm needed. It's hard to tell which, so I generally just follow it. Call it an aunt's intuition."
Mistlesnow awkwardly shrugged. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it," she meowed in response. "But someone's gotta look out for ya, especially now." That was enough emotion for the day, don't you think?
"Yeah, I know." Eveningpaw smiled as she nuzzled her aunt once more, her purr deep and vibrating. "You're gonna be a great adoptive mother." She giggled lightly, half teasing yet half serious. If there was anyone who had to do it, Mistlesnow had to be the one to take in Valleystar's lost children. She was the closest thing to a mother figure they had now.
If cats could make the same face as the blinking white man meme, that would be the expression on Mistlesnow’s maw right about now. It took her a minute for her nieces words to completely settle in her head so she could make sense of them. As soon as she did, as soon as they really sunk in, a maniacal giggle came from deep in her chest. It exploded from her lips like a nuclear bomb’s detonation. It continued like that for another moment, before slowly coming to a close when she saw that Eveningpaw wasn’t laughing in even slightly the same way.
“The hell you mean, adoptive mother, kid? I ain’t having any of you snot balls, nor am I adopting any.”
