They had been waiting. It was only a matter of time for Windclan's legacy to be fulfilled. He had been watching, but he knew better to get involved with deciding who will become Windclan's leader. After all, he was Riverclan's leader and even if half of his blood came from the moor runners from long ago... He could never be as invested or as protective of Windclan compared to Riverclan, where he had been born and raised. And yet... He felt a sense of duty. He had made Seabriar do his dirty work when it came to Pikestar, so it was now his turn to do something. And what better way then to offer a life?
Eventually, the group finds her. The blue tabby takes a step forward from the rest who have decided to offer themselves. Her reaction causes him to chuff. If Seabriar were here instead I think he'd complain again about cats thinking they've gone crazy. Pikestar really did a number on him. "You're not the only one who thought you were crazy." His smile is fond as he remembers Seabriar recounting Pikestar's mannerisms. Dusty is nothing like the silver leader, yet there amusement in the fact that both leaders stated the same thing. It's then that he is met with her puzzled expression, to which he waves his paw as if shooing away a mouse. "Don't worry, in time you will meet him."
If she wanted to ask who he was even talking about, unfortunately he wouldn't give her the chance. "In any case, my name is Creekstar. I was once Riverclan's leader long ago. I may not hail from Windclan, but I carry their blood through my... father." As If I can call him that. I didn't know the tom, but if it wasn't for him... then I wouldn't be here. I shouldn't trouble this new leader with my past drama. There's no need to mention that my mother was killed by a windclanner either. Yet again, he proceeds without allowing her the chance to question him if she even desired to. After all, he was merely a stranger in her eyes. Only meant to take a life from.
"The life I will give you is forgiveness. Not only for others, but for yourself." There is no warning given when he presses his nose against her own. "It is far too easy to become bitter. Full of hate, of spite, and vengeance. Towards the world for what struggles it hurls at you, towards those you must lead, and in the future towards the other clans. I do not mean you should quickly cast aside your feelings, after all we are not unfeeling. There will be terrible days where you desire nothing more than to hiss at anyone who dares look at you the wrong way. That is natural. Remember, you are the leader of your own fate. I will hope you will forgive for your own sake and for theirs as well."
He remains where he is for a moment, blue eyes reflecting a glimmer of sorrow. It is with a sigh, that the former Riverclan leader draws away. "Please live a life where you will have no regrets."
Blue paws turn and take their place among the others. I hope you will forgive me, mother. Giving a life to a clan that killed you. But... I am half Windclan. Riverclan's legacy has been fulfilled already. I could not serve Windclan in life, but in death, I can do this one thing for them. It is my duty. This will be my first and last time serving Windclan. I promise you.
Hello and welcome to Purrgatory! We are an 18+ Warrior Cat Roleplay set in an AU where the clans were unable to leave the forest territories and perished!
It has been 100 or more years since then, the clans of the forest are but distant memories to any cats still alive, stories passed down to kits of strangely named wild warriors and leaders with nine lives but the time of the clans is upon us once more and the stars shine yet again.
