[Hellion]

Swanfeather

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Those moonless nights when the stars shown brighter had a certain black pointed she-cat out of her den and in the dark wandering. It was in those strides that her mind would wander to a certain white tom-cat that had taken up most of her heart and in the moment of his death all that he took up was frozen. In honesty Swanfeather had pushed herself in her work in order to avoid thinking of him. Now with Ottersplash her new apprentice, it was a reminder of what could have been, what she wanted so many moons ago.

Dew covered grass dampened the fur around her toes as her paw-steps guided her to the small creek that ran in the area, it was refreshing and aided in soothing the she-cats troubled mind.

Looking up onto the sky, her blue eyes blinked away emotion yet it still remained. It was natural for Swanfeather to find comfort in the stars, perhaps that was why her connection with StarClan had remained so strong, the faith she had in her ancestors. The words just seem to flow from her as she opened up to them. "I have grown fully aware that StarClan never tells the living what they want to happen or why things happen, I have spent many moons being angry at not just myself but at you all for what happened to my Frostfang. " A tightness filled up in her throat as she paused for a moment. "I just want to know why he is no longer coming to me in dreams. I was accepting of his death here because I saw him there, I had two lives one awake the other with him in my dreams. Why take that from me?!" She snarled upward at the sky, her tail lashing back in forth is frustration. "I've done my duty as a medicine cat. I've watch two of my apprentices die because it was your will. I was there when my leader had to be buried. Kits and queens died in my care you couldn't continue that one sympathy for me? She growled even louder, but the rustling of leaves behind her stopped her. Quickly she got to her paws and turned to face the noise. "Show yourself!" She called out to the shape in the night, her nose unable to catch the scent with the wind not in her favor.

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I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed

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Tag::@poptart
Notes:: I figured Blizzard could have known Frostfang and in theory knew Swan at that time because they were the same age. NO one but Smokeyowl knew of their relationship and before his death at the paws of a NightClan raid she was going to pick an apprentice and train them to one day step down and be his mate.

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    As bad as things looked Blizzardclaw hadn't followed Swanfeather out of camp, he had no interest in tailing the medicine cat even if her leaving was at a most unusual time of night. Their paths naturally crossed making her words all the more interesting as they fell on Blizzardclaws' ears, they sent his brain into a frenzy as he analyzed the massive amount of information she imparted. The senior warrior hadn't expected to learn this much about Swanfeather, and most certainly not this quickly. He had intended to leave, give her space and privacy whilst pretending he had never heard any of her monologue. It had to be a monologue, as Blizzardcalw figured their ancestors weren't listening and rarely did. The deceased seemed to have little time for worldly problems, even if they followed you to your grave and haunted you long beyond your years tethered to this hurtling rock. He was no medicine cat and was thankful for that fact, as he was sure being in contact with cats that after death had lost touch with the reality they lived before would be an excruciating experience. Blizzardclaw wondered if one day he too would be like them, and if he didn't conform to this standard what would become of him after death. Would he be exiled from Starclan because even after death he took an interest in the cat condition? An interest in those

    who truly needed the strength of their countless ancestors to prosper?
This idea alone caused the white striped warrior to halt in his retreat, why was the problem only to be dealt with after he was dead? He had almost run away from the situation he pledged dive into willingly after his death, and had almost made a hypocritical error. Blizzardclaw quickly understood a potential reason for Starclans' silence, as he had almost been silent himself. They were scared to interfere, they were far too afraid to share in that pain as it would be enough to crush the lesser cats' of Starclan. They just wanted their peace, and in that moment Blizzardclaw knew he would never find his. Stepping out from the bushes he announced his presence, "Hello Swanfeather..." He did his best to use a soft tone, compassion wasn't his strongest trait but he would try to emulate behaviors he had seen before. "Yes I heard everything." He added quickly cutting her off before she could question him, committing himself to the situation fully. There was no backing out now, but perhaps before the sun rose he could genuinely help another.

Hellion

[Hellion]

Swanfeather

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The anger in her eyes did not soften, she easily dug claws into the figure of Blizzardclaw with her eyes. Unsheathing her own claws in an effort to expel her frustration the black and cream she-cat watched the warrior in front of her. "You will not repeat anything that you just heard." She said to him coldly, her blue eyes icy and narrow. She had no patience for the warrior before her and didn't hide her dislike of him. Blizzardclaw had pushed her back down when she needed help and that kind of betrayal left a black mark above his head when seen in Swanfeather's eyes.

"You can be on your way, I do not need a warrior with me tonight. I am capable of taking care of myself Swanfeather said nodding toward the way he came, expecting the warrior to nod and depart.

She wanted to be alone, but in a twisted up world she needed help, but wouldn't dare ask him again. Swallowing the lump in her throat from thinking of Frostfang, she stood up and watched Blizzardclaw for him to make his next move.

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I had a dream my life would be
So diff'rent from this hell I'm living
So diff'rent now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

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Tag::@poptart
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