Threaded Stars {Duskpaw}

DARKSPIRIT
Even a light shines in the darkness.

Glistening dots decorated the moonless night, the warm green-leaf air welcomed the she-cat as she padded into the open expanse of land. Trees dotted the horizon, a stream gurgled in the distance, the wind whispered through the heather. Welcome. She's here. Hope has come. Our savior is present. Words from unknown owners echoed through out the grassland. But only one visible form was present.

"Duskpaw." A voice spoke, it was old, worn, as if it hadn't been used in ages. The she-cat crinkled a soft, warm smile, she was poised perfectly upon the tips of her toes as her daughter game into sight. A swirl of stars, a swish of the wind. The she-cat destined for so much, but knew so little bestowed Starclan's presence. Not only was she in company of so many nobles, so many known faces, but Duskpaw was in the presence of one's face she had never known.

This cat was her Mother. Darkspirit had died minutes after her children's birth. They never had a face to picture, one to hold dear. They only had the memory of a cold lifeless body, an empty shell of what could've been. But they had never known this hidden memory, for they were tossed into a different world. Grew up on the threads of another she-cat's quilt. They had never known their births mother's voice, her soft eyes, those gentle words. And yet they had all met their father, a cruel, senseless cat. It was only irony that four out of five preferred his ruthless manner.

The one out five, was finally here before her. It was up to this Mother to train her daughter in what was to come, it was Darkspirit's soul duty, destined from birth. "I wish I could've known you." Was the first words from Darkspirit's lips, of course she watched all of her children from the heavens. She watched them all, pained and shattered. Yet there was light shining brightly from the depths of the canyon, it took place in the paws of her daughter.

"I wish you could've known me." The next words fell upon pent up emotions, as the tearful mother rushed towards her daughter. Everything she had wanted had been trapped, and now she could unlock the cage and fly free. Purring she rubbed her muzzle frantically over the she-cat's head, a barrage of licking followed. The worried words only of a mother managed to be spoken,
"Your so dirty, don't you clean yourself?" a few more licks later, "Are you eating enough? Do you get along with everyone? How's Shadowclan coping?"

Duskpaw

If you don't stand for something, you will fall for something.

The last thing Duskpaw expected to happen when she closed her eyes to sleep was this.

She was in the most magnificent forest, lush, warm, and welcoming. She was no longer in Shadowclan territory by the look and smell of the forest, but she could faintly smell a Shadowclan cat's scent. This must be a dream. Duskpaw thought happily. But it all felt so real. She kneaded the ground with her paws, feeling the dirt between her claws. "Duskpaw."

Soft murmurs of her name filled the air, causing the small apprentice to take a step back. Green eyes wide in shock, she finally noticed where the Shadowclan scent was coming from; a black she-cat standing across the clearing. It was like looking at a reflection of herself in the clearest pool of water. Duskpaw had had no doubt that the cat sitting across from her was an older version of herself. Am I dreaming about the future? The little black she-cat didn't move, but only stared, green eyes wide and curious. "I wish I could have known you." Duskpaw's jaw dropped before she could stop herself. She almost babbled, 'Of course you know me, I'm--!'

Your daughter.

"Great Starclan." she whispered inaudibly as realization hit her. Of course! Yes! If her siblings were meeting Nightstalker, she was bound to meet with a Starclan warrior! Duskpaw's joy didn't last long as questions began to swirl around in her head. But Darkspirit was just as bad as Nightstalker, she thought, her heart sinking. So certainly she wouldn't be in Starclan! But...she isn't in the Dark Forest...so...I guess... Her train of thought was stopped by Darkspirit's happy-love-tackle.

And still, Duskpaw sat motionless, in complete shock. The questions died from her mind, and a peculiar numbness overcame her as Darkspirit covered her in frantic licks. Her mother. The thought was too hard to grasp. And yet, a new feeling began to overcome the scrawny apprentice, and that undoubtedly was joy as the most wonderful thought came to her. I'm in Starclan, so I don't know how any of them will die! They're already dead, haha! I'm free, I'm free, I'm free! It was true; in Starclan, her burden was lifted, and no more painful visions flashed before her eyes. She gave a small, almost hysterical laugh as she buried her face in her mother's soft fur.

She had always been so secluded, and in this moment she had never felt so happy at the oppurtunity to socialize without dreading the death of the cat she was speaking to. This is what she had always wanted, and Starclan could surely grant it! She giggled as Darkspirit threw questions at her, unable to hide her pleasure. The fact that her mother had once been an evil cat feared by many was forgotten for the moment. Her words muffled by her mother's fur, she mewed, "Yes, yes, sort of, ok."

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DARKSPIRIT
Even a light shines in the darkness.

Darkspirit pulled away from her daughter, her eyes shimmered with the deepest love. Gradually she padded backwards, paw-step by paw-step. Sitting a tail-length away she pulled her tail over her paws. Although they were in Starclan, a chilly breeze ruffled across the tips of her toes. It's almost time. Clearing her throat she smiled warmly,
"You must be wondering why I"m in Starclan?" Darkspirit meowed casually. Closing her eyes a soft sigh cascaded from her lips before continuing, "Honestly I was confused myself, but it was made clear to me and now I understand my destiny."

"One day you will understand yours as well." she added vaguely, "But I am here, because I never killed anyone. I was a bystander and an assistant." Her words were crisp, "I also brought you into the world." These words were soft. The wind increasingly grew stronger and stronger, until Darkspirit could hardly be heard. "You and another have been chosen to save the clans, be careful my daughter."

The wind whipped wildly, Darkspirit was no longer visible. Only her soft scent remained, a taunt whisper caressed the air, "We'll meet again my darling." A screech echoed in the tree lines, frozen to the ground it would be impossible for Duskpaw to move. She would be forced to watch the deaths of her clanmates unfold before her. Icy blue eyes peeked behind every corner, every trunk. The wind licked icily against her flesh, while the screams of her clan mates echoed around her. 'Save us! Save us!' Pleas mimicked one after another until all was silent. Everything went black.

ooc: This is a warning for what could happen, if she doesn't act quickly and sufficiently. We'll have another meeting, another time ; )