Private Backwritten Dark Forest WindClan I'm what you face when you face in the mirror! || Dustystar

[Froststorm]

———— I awaken with the thunder, a bold statement to end my slumber. ✦

Froststorm had been lounging that day, Fleapaw was busy elsewhere, and Deadwood had been preoccupied with his apprentice.

So, he decided to wander about the plane of the living. Somehow, his paws led him to the heart of Windclan. He had no qualms with the frankly gentle-seeming clan, though it had quickly become his son's domain, so maybe he had been underestimating the lot of them.

As he strode across the land, his gaze was caught by a… Muddied blur? His eyes narrowed, though,h surprised by the blood staining the mud-caked claws. He had little reason to pursue the figure, but he was much more intrigued to see where they had come from, following the lead of where they had come from.

"Well, well, well… What a sight indeed." His voice was a gurgled rumble as his eyes fell on a sight of a bloodied and muddied molly surrounded by a pair of warriors and some puny little apprentice. He stood amidst them, looking down at the corpse, scoffing. "I hadn't expected warfare to break out so fast, but I'll take a faster downfall if it means you fools do the work for me."

Froststorm pivoted his weight as if he was going to turn and walk off, but his ear flicked, seeing movement from… Ah.

A guttural laugh rumbled from his chest, rivulets of ice-cold water dripping from his nose and maw as he realised what he was witnessing. It had been years since he bore witness to the revival of a leader, so soon had she lost a life, it seemed!

Listening to the gaggle of cats doting on her, Froststorm breathed her name with curiosity. "Dustystar. Hm…"

Like a sickening curiosity, he watched the poor bastard come back to life, not even in death could she get peace. Starclan's cruelty to these cats forcing them to experience the trauma of death over and over. No mortal life could handle it. Froststorm had only died once, and this was what he became. Any leader was destined to lose their damned minds having to experience the sweet release of death only to be dragged to this awful realm again.

He watched her get up, disoriented, and the cats around her panicked. A smile settled upon Froststorm's crooked maw, a thought passing across his mind. The tom decided to leave the cats to pick up the pieces; he needed to be at full strength for the night, his body already aching from hovering about the living.

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The night wasn't so young by the time Froststorm finally found Dustystar in his realm. Still curled up, unsuspecting of where she had ended up. It was a gamble to see if she would fall to his offer, but a leader is at her weakest upon the fear of her first death, and it was not an opportunity he would pass up so easily.

He settled on a high rock nearby, watching over her. It was the kindest thing to allow her to rouse in her own time; disorientation and fear would do her no good here, and do him no good for his negotiations.

- I want sacred, I want final.

I'm seeking it wherever I go. -

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  Froststorm
  ✦— Dark forest warrior
  ✦— He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦— A skinny, grey, speckled cat with amber eyes and various frostbitten wounds.
  
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[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar has trouble sleeping that night. Despite the exhaustion set deep into her bones, she can't manage to settle down. Everytime she closes her eyes, a mud-covered shadow dances behind her eyelids, threatianing once again to tear out her throat and leave her in a roadside ditch. After what seems like hours of tossing and turning, the exhaustion wins out, and Dustystar succumbs to the darkness of slumber.

indentDarkness greets Dustystar, as she has come to expect from her visits to Starclan. Idly, still halfway suspended in sleep, she watches the inky blackness, waiting for it to become alight with stars. Instead, as her eyes adjust to the night, she finds herself in a starless forest, curled up on leaf-litter covered ground. With a renewed sense of urgency, she lifts her heavy head and takes in her surroundings.

indent"This place... Where am I?" Rising from her sleep, Dustystar takes notice of a large stone, not unlike the one from which she holds her meetings. A cat sits atop it, but they're too distant for Dustystar to make out details beyond a grey pelt and a small frame. "Who are you. Did you bring me here?"

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader