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Ruinedportrait now known as Marvelcanvas made her way through Brookclan's former territory, her paws completely numbed from the cold, she couldn't believe her luck. From rogue to SunClan warrior to Janus to Queen to Ray, and now she was the Deputy of MoonClan? All because the MoonClan usurper had come from her own clan. It was like a sick joke no one had let her in on. Now she didn't know which way to go, how was she meant to lead a Clan who had no faith in her? One she wasn't even born to, all the while acting as a diplomat from their rival clan? she shook her head in an attempt to clear away the thought. if Chimerastar were here he'd at least try to comfort her, and even with a mate and kits waiting for her back at camp, she still felt more alone than ever.
(I'm gonna just toss Softpelt out here because I feel like she can relate to an out of control situation a bit)
A week after Softpelt told the biggest lie of her entire life, and the weight of it had finally pushed the white she cat to go wandering.
Initially her plan had been to go to the Moon Creek. Seek StarClan's guidance... or rather judgement for what she'd done. Fawnheart hadn't said anything about StarClan refusing Jetstar, or any other hiccups. But Softpelt still feared their ancestors wrath.
But just as she'd neared the Moon Creek, Softpelt had chickened out, instead letting her paws carry her out into the other territories. Wandering into the old lands of BrookClan, WaterClan and EarthClan. Clan's she'd only heard of, but had never been a part of.
And she just... wandered, wandered in the empty lands fluffy white pelt probably a beacon for anyone else moving about in the area. But she didn't care. Let them come.
Once the chill of the night air had thoroughly seeped into her pelt she considered turning back, returning to her nest where her kits were waiting for her. The only thing she was going to find out here was a cold. Sighing to herself the flame-point she cat turned around, heading in the direction of MoonClan's temporary camp when a flash of white caught her eye.
Turning to look again she spotted what was clearly a brightly lit white she-cat in the distance. Marvelcanvas' eyes widened in disbelief as she stared after the white cat. Selene? No, It couldn't be... Why would the Moon Goddess appear to her of all cats? Still she found herself moving forward following the strange cat, slowly at first, then picking up speed as she nearly chased after her.
