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The last thing she remembered was his teeth in her throat and the inability to inhale. She had been sure she had been consumed by darkness but when she opened her eyes she was greeted by a forest, illuminated varies shades of blues and purples, bathed under the light of a moon so bright it made the she-cat herself stark white in it's light. All around her a faint mist settled in carrying with it the cool crisp and surprisingly sweet scents of the forest at night. Looking around she found the territory foreign and yet familiar all the same.
The pain of her death now fading like the memory of a bad dream the flame-point rose to her paws, being lured into the mist by her own morbid curiosity. Ever since she had renounced The Sun God and his ways Marvelcanvas had often wondered what would become of her when she died, knowing that despite her time served as a Janus she would never be welcomed to the isle. So where was she?
"You are in Idris" came a voice behind her, caught off guard the queen whipped around to be faced to face with a stunning white cat with glistening blue eyes. A she-cat who she had only seen one other time in her life and needed no introduction.
"Selene." the word came out, as a gasp, barely more audible than a whisper as she took in the Moon Goddess' seemingly solid form. No one had heard anything from the deity since the Sun God had been killed, so why was she appearing before her now? Before she could even ask the question the mist that surrounded them began to fade, revealing the forms of other cats, all of them gathered around Marvelcanvas and Selene but none of them moved or spoke.
"We've been waiting for you" the goddess explained. "Marvelcanvas, it is time for you to receive your lives and your new name" she paused for a moment her crystalline eyes boring into Marvelcanvas causing the other she cat to fight back the urge to shudder at the intensity. "Because you have already used one life you will only receive eight here today, do you understand?"
"I do." Marvelcanvas choked out, using her voice for the first time since she died, her voice was hoarse and there was a raw buring feeling in the back of her throat that she fought to ignore.
"Good then let us begin." The moon goddess gave a curt nod before stepping back into the faint mist, gesturing for one of the other cats go first.
In life her wiry form was stained crimson, a reminder to her enemies what the might of MoonClan was capable of, as Redstar had resembled the blood of those that dared enter her realm. Here in the afterlife, surrounded by old stars and older gods, with the mist swirling around her as if a cloak, her ruddy fur was the same color of a full moon when it just crests the horizon. She looked softer than she once had, but the gaze that met the eyes of Marvelcanvas was hard and formidable. The long-past MoonClan leader strode across on light paws to take the place of where Selene stood moments before, and she regarded the cat that had been selected to lead her beloved clan impassively.
"I hope a lesson has been learned tonight." The events that led to the she-cat's death-- before she even earned a single life, let alone nine-- was not something Redstar thought highly of. In her opinion they'd made an error in judgment when bequeathing MoonClan to Marvelcanvas, but she reserved those thoughts to herself. "After MoonClan was driven off their own land by a weakened SunClan, you led them into a bloodbath against a clan that just lost their own war. Your first act as leader ended in failure. You will need to learn from failures like this one to ensure you do not make similar errors, and in doing so you will need fortitude. That is the life I will give you tonight. You will need the courage to face adversity and the strength to admit failure, but most importantly as a leader you will need to persevere no matter what. This clan is your family, and now so too are we, the ancestors that have chosen you. Make sure that we have not made a mistake by lending you our power and protection." Before she moved forward to press her nose to the new leader's forehead, she let the gravity of her words settle, then at last she let her life pour into Marvelcanvas.
It would start as a jolt before the shockwave would ripple through her nerves. Redstar's life flooded through Marvelcanvas in the form of flaring pain, all of her victories and defeats, loves and losses embedded in that one touch. There was the love a mother would have for her children replaced by the emptiness that accompanied watching those children grow up from the sidelines; there was the fulfillment that came from leadership being stripped away by a diseased mind; and there was the final, punctuating impact of a monster splattering her life out onto the Thunderpath as she battled Hushedstar, her closest friend before leadership divided them, one last time. As the last trickles of pain began to recede, Redstar dipped her head and returned to her place among those that were gathered.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 4, 2021 18:42:39 GMT -5
The second to appear was still so small, it made the larger forms pity her. Her patchy pelt only looking more washed out in the light, blue eyes staring up at Marvelcanvas. Tabby marks riddled her like claw marks, but it was nothing like that that brought her here. Neither of them would know, could have known, of their shared lineage. Pitter Patter was completely devoid of the bengal marks her father was known for.
"But you led them for a reason, right?" Her voice was high pitched, never given a chance to change. Not even in death, "For the hope you could give your clan? That's the life I'll give you. Hope is what can guide you any path in life, it's way stronger than you realize. My sister was gonna die, but I was able to bring her back to life with my hope. I want you to have that same life." It was a childish life, but it was the one she gave. Once Marvelcanvas leaned down and touched her nose to Pitter's, she would feel the hope of belief in everything. Warm like a fire you chase, it would bleed it's way through her body. And right as it hit it's max, where it would feel like each cell was overjoyed, it would ebb out faster than she would want. A smile crossed the kit's face as she thought of her sister before stepping back.
Marvelcanvas bit back the growl that threatened to escape her at Redstar's words. Thankfully she knew better than talk back to the spirit before her. All she could do was lash her tail in anger behind her. Who was this cat to judge her? Wasn't this what a leader was supposed to do? Live and die for their clan? At least now MoonClan was back in their ancestral home, back where they belonged. She may have lost the battle but her clan had won shouldn't that be what mattered? Though the thought rushed out of her as the red she-cat's life jolted, then seized her. searing pain pulsed through the flame-point paralyzing to her spot. It was nearly impossible to breathe, and just when she thought she couldn't bare it any longer, it stopped as Redstar pulled away from her.
Breatheless and now wary of what was waiting for her, Marvelcanvas wanted to shy away from the kit that stepped up before her but she had not regained the ability to move from the life Redstar had given her. Though the words the she-kit spoke cut through the haze of the pain. Finding the strength she needed to touch noses with Pitter, accepting the warmth and optimism the too short life filled her with.
Refueled by the life Pitter had given her the MoonClan leader straightened up, ready to receive her third life.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 16, 2021 15:54:42 GMT -5
The next cat to appear would most likely be an utter shock to Marvelcanvas. His thick black fur seemed to nearly float as the former leader of the Silhouettes stepped forward, yellow eyes as bright and round as a harvest's moon. Sariyah had never made it to the Isle, not that he'd been seeking it. He had agreed to follow the SunClan Priests, but his loyalty always did rely more on his family than anything else. Even his loyalty to Bloodystar was only conditional, on the fact that Ryn had insisted.
In contrast to whatever his still living wife thought, Sariyah saw his daughter in law as family, and the smile he gave her was surprisingly warm, cunning eyes sparkling with amusement. "I would have hoped to live to see your rise to power, but this will have to suffice." The tom rested his chin on top of the she-cat's head, in the way a father would for a cherished child. "I give you the life of Love." He stated. "There are few things stronger than the love of ones' family, especially a family that has been chosen, rather than simply inherited by blood or marriage. When things are harsh, drawn upon this love you have for the family that you picked for yourself, to propel the clan to heights higher than you ever dreamed possible."
This life came to her as a wave, small at first, until she was drowning in what felt like an endless loneliness. But then love came in like a whisper as if the voices of Ryn, her kits, of the entirety of MoonClan itself were speaking to her, giving air back to her lungs, strengthening weak paws and propelling her forward to meet each crashing wave head on, up above the screaming waves of those who wished her harm until she came out at the other end. For a moment when she came to, Sariyah seemed to appear as the corpse he'd been with it's clawed out eyes, decapitated head delicately placed on his neck, but the vision was gone as quickly as it had come, and the tom's smiling face surfaced once more as he pulled back, parental pride in his gaze, something she likely have never received from Funk. "I don't regret dying, if it means my family is safe, no matter who they become, or what gods they follow."
Despite the loneliness that threatened to submerge in her in darkness Sariyah's words cut through bringing with it a nearly overwhelming warm, as she heard the soft whispers of her kits and mate, Yes. They were part of the reason she did this. They had no idea how much of her life was lived just for them, or how they rooted her to MoonClan regardless of the fact that they had no actual MoonClan blood in their veins. The look the black tom gaze her when he stepped back was enough to bring tears to her eyes, tears she would never let fall but they were there none the less.
"I wish I had the chance to know you better." She remembered what it was life to find him that day, at the time she hadn't felt anything but worry for Ryn. She remembered Kosma's wails of agony and trying to steer her mate away from the carnage in a feeble attempt to protect him. Now all the grief she hadn't felt then crept its way up her throat, threatening to choke her. "Thank you" she managed to choke out passed the lump that had rose in her throat. "I promise I'll keep them safe."
"And I'll give you a life of faith," came the next voice, filled with amusement.
Crisp in her short coat with glittering ebony stars threaded throughout, the young warrior paced toward the new leader and stopped in front of her. Marvelcanvas was too emotional, she would give her a moment to find a grip and move past her thoughts; emotions complicated the ceremony for her, cats simply did not listen as well when they were bawling their eyes out. She waited for the leader's breath to steady before she continued.
"My name is Scarysiren. You don't know me; I never set foot in this clan while I was alive. But you know my father. You gained his trust. That's a difficult thing to do." Scarysiren studied her closely. She had her father's ginger fur, though hers was a shade closer to sand, and the curious way she furrowed her brow was an exact mimic of Chimerastar. "If Chim believes in you, so do I, and I've come to bless you with a new life. I can already see why the stars have chosen you for this position. Your path isn't easy, but you have the strength to follow it if you believe in your clan. With this life of faith, I place my trust in you that you will lead MoonClan to greatness. I have faith in your ability to lead, but you need to have faith in your clan. They will trust you, and they will follow you, but only if you believe in their abilities. Don't judge cats by how they look; give them all a chance."
She dropped her muzzle to Marvelstar's ear, breathing a warning, "tread carefully, dear. Betray my family's trust and you'll see me again." She whisked her muzzle down, touched it once to the leader's, and turned away. As the life began burning through Marvelstar, she tossed over her shoulder, "good luck with the clan!"
