[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Time worked differently in Starclan than it did when living among those within the clans of the valley. There was no dawn, there was no dusk. There was no aging or seasons changing. And while it was a peaceful place, content and satisfying, it was also a place where those lost waited to be reunited with those they left.

Her heart ached for the moment.

It was strange, growing up the sleek black she-cat didn't want to find a mate, fall in love or have kits... and yet somehow she managed to find the most hard headed, stubborn and prickly tomcat to steal her heart from her chest and cause her breath to freeze within her throat. 

Even with the birth of three kits, whom the former Nightclanner loved with her entire being, she couldn't deny the fierce loyalty and devotion she had to her mate. She had been sick within her last moments within her clan, secluded and alone as Greencough stole away her life.

She had been without him. 

And yet, the slender feline stood there, among the edges of the starry pine trees, waiting for him to finally join her among the stars. Ghostly blue pools sparkled with the life and mischief that had embodied the pretty warrior in life. 

She no longer looked like the sick, frail and half starved she-cat who died in Nightclan. Gray no longer wrapped around her muzzle or her paws, she had no aches or pains from past injuries. She was young, bright eyed and bushy tailed, sleek star-studded black fur at a medium length. 

It was easy to see where Graywolf's frame came from, kin and granddaughter to the Starclan Warrioress.

Ghostlight flicked the end of her feathered tail, a smirk touching her maw as the sleek feline moved forwards the dark figure that was slowly solidifying within the glittering confines of Starclan's Forest.

Her heart skipped a beat within her chest as chilly blue met those familiar mismatched pools of her mate. His scent was a comfort as it pulled memories from the deeper parts of her mind, times such as when he pulled her half-drown body from the frozen river, or when she had to save his tail in a savage attack by Treeclan warriors. 

When she told him she was expecting his kits and he eased her worries. How he hardly left her side within the few days after her hard and near life threatening kitting, And Ghostlight loved her kits, and her grandkits that she had the misfortune of never being able to meet... 

But how she loved Blackwolf.

Her best friend, her mate.

A silky purr rose within the black feline's chest, "And here I thought the big bad wolf would never die, especially at the paws of a Treeclanner." Snark flowed from Ghostlight, mischief still bright within her pretty blue gaze but affection also present as she captured her mate within her gaze. ★

Ghostlight

★StarClan★

No, you can't make me behave

Fawn- 498 Words

[Fawn]

BLACKWOLF

First, No Sequel do The Math, No Equal

Dying wasn’t what he expected. There was a delay in his memories; an empty space where he’d gone from breathing ragged, painful breaths - to an unsettling stillness. He hadn’t remembered closing his eyes, but when he opened them, he was in the heavy pine forests of the afterlife.”Huh.” That was all the tom-cat had to say about it. What did he care for the starlit woods or the swaying grasses, when the real miracle of this place was him?

Blackwolf took one steady pawstep forward, then another. And another. Muscles rippled beneath his scarred pelt. It was as if the hardest years of his life had been blown away like dust in the wind, and he’d finally shed that wretched limping form he’d spent his last few moons in. Blackwolf the elder had been strong, there was no doubt. But Blackwolf the warrior was stronger, in a way no cat could hope to match. Black maw raised in a toothy leer, the muscular tom laughed - both with bitterness and triumph. Death would not be the end of him, not in the way he’d thought.

At the end of that laugh came a defiant scoff, the NightClan cat spitting on the sacred ground as if drops of his saliva might land on that skinny little Treeweasel that had done him in. He’d give anything to have another round of that fight, where Lionstar’s whelp couldn’t take advantage of his old wound. This time, he’d--

Blackwolf’s heart thundered against the jagged scar across his chest, turning with wide eyes to face the she-cat who had left a deeper, more long-lasting impression upon him than any badger. Ghostlight. Her scent filled him with an indescribable peace and longing. He wasn’t much for words, when actions would do, so he stepped forward with a raspy purr to brush against her cheek then lay his jaw over the back of her neck, pressing close to the mate sickness had stolen from him.

"And here I thought the big bad wolf would never die, especially at the paws of a Treeclanner."

The rough purr hitched, Blackwolf leaning back with an indignant snort. ”That little heap of squirreldung got lucky.” Blackwolf breathed her in, the happiness he felt over their reunion easing some of the anger burning in his chest over his stupid death. There was a glint in his bicolored eyes, the warrior smirking. ”I missed you. That was toadbrained, leaving me alone with those brats.”

Those brats. Their kits.

They’re fine. They would carry on in his name, and pay TreeClan back if they were any kin of his. Blackwolf didn’t need to worry.

StarClan Warrior

454 Words || Ghost the Undead Goddess || Notes

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

His scent completely surrounded her, engulfed her, returned the fire within her chest as she returned the warming gesture of pressing her cheek against his. A flood of memories throughout her life flashed within her head, from the time they were practically at each other's throats to the time they lay in the nursery as their three kits wriggled with new life.

It was crazy to think that the tom she once loathed for his flirtatious ways and arrogant flaunting would become so important to her. Before the inky black she-cat had her mate, all she had was her brother. And though the former warrioress loved Spiriteye, Blackwolf was the one who brought true meaning, true happiness into her life, even if she wanted to claw his ears off from time to time.

She had grown loyal to a fault to the grouchy tom, giving him her heart, soul and body until the day sickness ripped her life away from the valley, away from Nightclan and her family.

A purr rumbled within Ghostlight's chest, louder than the first one as she listened to Blackwolf's oh so familiar growling when it came to their three grown kits. Though despite the happy noise, the obvious pain of loss was bright within her pale eyes. She had watched over them, stood by them whether they had been aware of it or not. Ghostlight had a hard time not keeping an eye upon the kits she had brought painfully into this world, the kits she had barely seen into warriorhood. The guilt that swarmed her heart every time she thought of them caused a hitch within her breath.

Those brats, where he admitted it or not, he loved them. Blackwolf had been a better father than either of them ever had, something he had tried so hard to do when it came to Bonetail, Hollystorm and Coyoteheart. But Ghostlight, she had not been there when Coyoteheart had barely survived an encounter with a violent predator, she had not been there when Hollystorm went through her pain and anguish, her issues with love when it came to Sunpulse. She had not been there when Bonetail became a father to a litter of three.

"One of them may be lazy and the other fairly gentle and the other horridly stubborn, but they are our brats." Her voice was soft, a lighter side of her that only Blackwolf was only privilege to see. Her raw, emotional state that showed she wasn't just an icy, ghostly queen that fit fairly well beside the black wolf of Nightclan. "And I wouldn't have changed anything, my life with you was the best thing ever." Love shimmered brightly within cerulean, the former warrioress leaning forwards to touch her nose softly to his.

"I'm so happy to have you by my side again."★

Ghostlight

★StarClan★

No, you can't make me behave

Fawn - 481 Words