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His life had been a whirlwind of chaos since he was born. He had liked to think from an early age that it was because of his mother. In his mind, she had always been a demon, mocking those with souls by taking on a physical form and blending in with society.
No one else seemed to see her that way, though.
At least not until her eyes turned black. That was a dark day for everyone, except for him, who had seen the darkness within her much, much earlier on.
He loved his mother, don’t get him wrong; there would be a part of him that always would due to that preternatural connection they shared, a tie between mother and son that couldn’t be truly severed.
But a much larger part of him, the part that dominated, blamed her for everything. Becoming a knight when he was only an apprentice and earning the scorn of the others that were meant to be his comrades.
Becoming leader because she’d abandoned them all after the supernatural had dissipated. Because she had left Diamondheart to pick up the pieces. Diamondstar was not... a proper leader. She was successful in mending relationships and creating friendships, that was very true, but as far as battle went...
It was his mother’s fault, in the end. She was the reason he stood and glared across the border at the ratted and disheveled form of the she-cat he once regarded cooly as a parental figure.
She was the reason he was even here to begin with and that angered him more than anything else.
That's probably why she found her pawsteps taking her to the eastern side of WinterClan territory, determination flaring up in her eyes like someone had set fire to the blue depths.
Valleyswirl, in all of her broken glory, had returned home.
She had lost her lives over the past few moons, due to the disease that haunted her mind; Abaddon. He had taken over her body and used her as his puppet, and she had done many, many dark deeds because of him. She had seen felines die at the expense of her claws, kits included - the thought alone caused her stomach to twist and turn, unsettling.
She didn't know when Abaddon left her mind, or why, or how, but when she woke up one morning to find the voice that resided in her head was finally gone, she rejoiced. She could finally go back to her home that she had left a mess, and to her children, who, by now, were warriors. She was excited, albeit a little nervous and scared to see them; as stated before, she hadn't been the best mother.
So, when she found Ghoulmask - or should she say, star? - standing on the other side of the territory, glaring her down, she couldn't help but to let a sob escape her maw. This boy was the one she had let down the most; she had such high expectations for him, and where did she leave him? She left him here to pick up the mess she had made.
"Oh, my son," She meowed, her voice shaky and filled with sorrow, "what have these past moons done to you?" She noticed his cold exterior, the way he held himself up high. But underneath, she could tell he was still the broken little boy she had left all those moons ago, when she promoted him to Knight.
“These past moons?” Despite himself, he took a furious step forward, seeming to seethe and spit fire at her words. “Do you really believe only these past moons have shaped me into who I am? How blind are you, truly?”
He spat to the side and took a step back, making the border between them obvious.
“I’ll give you one more chance to answer. Why are you here.” His eyes narrowed to slits. “You aren’t welcome. You ravaged this clan and nearly destroyed what we held dear. You brought death and pain to our home. My home.”
"I'm here to see my children." She spat back, fury rising within her heart as her hairs began to stand on end. "What happened was not of my doing. I had been poisoned by the Dark Forest. One of their cats had diseased my mind and took control of my body. How would you feel, going around, murdering others at the expense of your own claws, yet not being able to do anything about it?" She couldn't believe him! Her own son had turned against her. What about the rest of the Clan? She had saved them from the Dark Forest, only for her own mind to be torn apart. Hadn't she sacrificed enough?
"I love you, Ghoulmask. You are my son. And I won't let anything get between us, not anymore." She took one step forward. "I came back to repair what I had broken. I'm willing to do anything, and I mean anything to be your mother again. Throw me in the prison, I don't care. I will spend the rest of my life fixing what was once lost."
“No. Oh, no, I won’t let you worm your way back into my life. I had to deal with you ostracizing me since I was a child. It was never enough for me to just be normal, was it? In your twisted head you thought you saw something special in me and that ruined my life. Forever! I couldn’t just be a kid that grew up and could blend in. Not only did I have to deal with being your child, I had to deal with being a knight before I was even ready. I had only attended three training sessions before I was promoted! I wasn’t ready! And then you disappear and everything fell apart. And somehow, everyone voted that I was the smart choice. The one to lead us all back into the light.”
He ground his teeth together.
“You have no right to get angry. Not after the things you’ve done. To this clan, to this people, but most especially to your kids. You abandoned them. They had to latch onto me for protection and care. I became not only their brother, but their guardian. I was barely even warrior age!”
He inhaled a deep breath. “Because of you, Morningpaw is gone. Our family is broken. Whatever twisted fantasies you have of being bathed in sunlight and rainbows exploding from your chest with your children surrounding you, that isn’t real. It won’t happen. We’ve moved on. We had to change because you forced us to.”
He stared her down icily. “Your only entrance into this territory is as a prisoner. One wrong move, one wrong word, and I won’t hesitate to rid you of this land — and this earth, if need be. Do I make myself clear?”
