Enlightenment (Closed)

ooc; the first few posts are only going to be mistleshine and spiderpaw conversing. after that's over and done with, it will open up to torrentstar and ivybrook.

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"If the leaders of the earthen ground will not punish your treason, you will face the wrath of the stars. You have been warned."

The hiss of the wish of her ancestors sent shivers down Mistleshine's spine. Fear bubbled within her and grew with each step back towards Riverclan camp. What would she say to Torrentstar, and Ivybrook? That Starclan demanded justice, unless they wished to be wiped off the face of the territories by them? Dread pooled into the she-cat's stomach as she thought of the chilling, sympathy void voice of Owlstar. His demands did not match her morals, but the gray and white tuxedo had no choice. Her duty was to deliver the message from the stars, even if she did not agree. 

She looked down at her apprentice and offered a shy smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. She felt sympathy for her him; he was so young, inexperienced, and already terrified of the daunting messages Starclan often sent. Her first prophecy traumatized her, leaving her with nightmares for many sunrises, and she was sure that their shared vision would do the same to the hairless tom. She would help him through those trying times, just as Pricklebush had done before her. Her tail twitched as she thought of something to say to him. She settled on trying to lighten the mood. "Starclan isn't that scary when they're in a good mood. Still, you kind of get used to their scary riddles and intimidating figures," she meowed, chuckling awkwardly. It was a sorry excuse for a conversation starter, but it was one, nonetheless.

Spiderpaw, unlike Softpaw, stuck very close to his mentor for both comfort and fear of getting lost. The wind blowing through his almost nonexistent fur didn't feel nearly as cold as the gnawing dread in his stomach. The events of the past few hours played over and over in his mind, trying desperately to piece them together into something marginally less terrifying than the reality of the situation. StarClan had sworn to get rid of all mixed Clan cats. Or punish them. Or something. He didn't know, which made it all the more horrifying. Was he completely useless here? Too young to understand what's going on, too unimportant to be told? Why was he chosen in the first place if he couldn't even interpret StarClan? Wasn't that his entire purpose in life? What if StarClan made a mistake? One day he'd wake up, and Mistleshine would growl at him in disgust and kick him out of the medicine den. There was a mistake, she'd say. His breathing quickened. Surely that was the case, he couldn't even look at a StarClan cat without panicking. He wasn't chosen on purpose, it was an accident. Oh no oh no ohnoohn-

Starclan isn't that scary when they're in a good mood. Spiderpaw snapped out of his own thoughts, quickened breaths the only evidence of the panic he'd felt just now. He forced a shaky smile onto his face. "I... I hope t-that's the ca-case. I just..." He trailed off, subconsciously pressing his shoulder to Mistleshine's. Then, a nasty thought reared its ugly head from inside the murky depths of his mind. He took a deep breath and voiced this one of his many dreadful fears. "Are they going to... k-kill the mixed cats?" He immediately regretted it. What a stupid question, one he should know the answer to as a future medicine cat. Right?