Written in the Stars

The soft whisper of the late night breeze running trough the branches, and the crickets gentle chirping created a calming, and mysterious melody.  With Leafbare approaching, the air became colder, sharper, and less pleasant to breath in, sometimes even forming tiny clouds when someone breathed out. But it wasn't the chilling air, or the quiet song of the night that kept the DawnClan warrior awake.

Ivyspark sat in front of a little stone. The stone itself might have been small, but it created a great hole in the tom's heart every time he looked at it. All he could think about was, how that stone should still sit under the surface of the stream. How that stone shouldn't be here, among the other carefully placed stones. How the stone shouldn't mark the place, where they put Littleflame to her final rest.

The flowers he put on top of his past mate's grave already withered, the strong sunlight and the rain took away the beauty they once had. He had to replace them until the cold season would banish all the flowers away. The she-cat liked to decorate her nest with flowers back when she was alive, often spending hours wondering around the territory to find snowdrops, and even cross the borders a few times if a flower caught her attention. Back then Ivyspark told her how mousbrain she is to waste time on some plant, that would get squashi and disgusting anyway. And now, he did almost the same thing. He almost laughed at the irony. 

" I mean, how hard would it be to actually check if the freshkill pile has any crowfood in it? These apprentices these days are so careless. "He meowed with annoyance and after he got no reply he let out a heavy sigh. " I know you can't hear me, but you are still the only one I can talk to. I know it's ridiculus, but sometimes... " He paused and looked up at the starry sky, his heart sinking. " I want believe thta you are there... " He looked at the stars, expecting a sing. A tiny fliker of light, a shooting star running across the black sky, a feeling in his chest, anything... But nothing happened.  

He shook his head. Of course nothing happened. StarClan is just a tale to give hopes for the sick and dying. To make others feel less miserable when they loose someone. Nothing else. Never was and never will be. 

He got up and shook the dirt off of his pelt. He'll look for flowers tomorrow, he was too tired to start search for one. As he walked back towards the camp, his ears picked up a sound, that didn't fit into the usualy night tune. He stopped to listen. It was like when pine cones fell off from trees, and after they hit the ground a small hiss followed. He unsheated his claws and pinned his ears back. There is better be no intruder in their territory. 

As he got closer he noticed the smaller cat, who was kicking the cones, trying to hit his target. Soon he reconised the smell, and the pelt.

" Wolfpaw? What are you doing here?" 


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Wolfpaw's head snapped when he heard his name. His blood ran cold when he recognized Ivyspark's silhouette against the dim glow of the moon. He simply stared for a moment, his anxiety spiking, before staring down at his paws and stammering, "I-I'm, um, I-I k-know I-I'm n-not supp-posed to be out here, b-but..." He trailed off, internally hissing at himself for his speech. He let out a soft sigh before meowing, "I c-can't do a-anything right, no matter how hard I t-try. Even w-with c-coming here every n-night and p-practicing." Wolfpaw simply sat on the ground next, muttering, "I'm useless."

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