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Dorsalpaw stumbled as the she-cat knocked into him. He took a step back and watched her warily, in case she was trying something, but she seemed friendly enough. The sleek black tom nodded to her and waved his tail dismissively. "It's whatever, just keep going. Grumpywhiskers up there won't like it if we talk too much or get behind." The tom paused, considering, then grinned. "So, feel free to take as long as you need to remove from your near fall. It's Dorsalpaw, by the way, not knave."
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Her ears pricked as she heard her brother's name, and she pushed her way to the front of the group to look at him. In a single glance, her dark green gaze swept over the tom, taking it all in; the weary look in his eyes, the sadness, the messiness... he was already grieving. For a moment, she wondered if her own reaction was inappropriate; should she be more obviously devastated? It wasn't really in the peppy she-cat's nature, but looking at him, she felt an odd twinge of guilt: her auburn fur was sleek and fluffy, eyes sparkling, without really a sign that her mother had died.
Celestialwarrior shook away the feelings as she padded closer to Creekghost, her gaze softening as she sat down at his side and leaned against him. "Silverpelt beat me here, didn't she?" she murmured with a gentle sigh. "Oh brother... what are we going to do without her?"
Swangrace let out a purr of amusement at the apprentice's rebellious nature, it reminded her quite a lot of her own siblings back in Waterclan. Not to mention his sleek black looks making him a mirror image of her brother in his younger days. Distainful and confident; it was just like him. Deliberately slowing her pace to stroll alongside the Earthclan tom, the older she-cat nodded understandingly. "Dorsalpaw: tis a fine name for such a mischievious young warrior," she replied in a joking tone. "Thou can'st call me Swangrace. Tis a pleasure to meet thee.
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The feeling of sudden warmth against his pelt jerked Creekghsot out of whatever daze he had been in, glancing over in shock and disbelief to see his sister of all cats sitting beside him! Though his reaction to her presence was immediate, his movements seemed sluggish, and he didn't seem to comprehend what she had just said to him. "O-oh...Celestialwarrior! Wh-What a nice surprise! I'm...I'm sorry you had to see me like this..." The tom quickly lifted a paw to wipe the tears away from his eyes. "B-Breezestep and I...got in a pretty nasty argument a while ago. We're...both so stressed...with our kits being born right before leafbare...heh heh...heh..."
Gravelshell blinked. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Creekghost had always been a bit depressed due to his condition, but she had never seen him in such an awful state! It was at that moment that she finally saw it; the tell-tale bags hanging under his dull and glossy eyes. The former leader would've recognized it a mile away; she had been the exact same way...back when she was young. "For the love of-!" She spat, turning an accusing glare to the two toms. "He's not in mourning! He's sick from overexhaustion! Don't you Earthclan flea-brains take care of your own?! Look at him! You must've seen that he was overworking himself!"
"W-we did!" Rookback growled back, casting a worried look every few seconds over to his ill clanmate. "We've tried to stop him, but he wouldn't stop! He...he's been so determined not to let his new kits starve through leafbare...lately no one but his mate has seen him at all. That's why I took notice of seeing him here earlier. This is the first we've seen him in days." The tom hung his head, utterly ashamed to have let his friend fall into such a state. "I never thought...I-I never knew..."
Stalkerjaw said nothing, but sighed sadly, setting his tail on Rookback's shoulder to comfort him.
White ears suddenly perked up, Creekghost twisting his body suddenly to turn and stare at the rest of the patrol with wide blue eyes, filled with fear. "W-wait...mourning? Who...who am I supposed to be mourning...?" The warrior began to shudder, wrapping his ginger tail tightly around himself. His gaze drifted back to his sister. "Celestialwarrior...you said 'without her'. Who is 'her'?" In his mind, names started to float up from the fog of his conscious. Silverpelt? No, Celestialwarrior had just mentioned her in present tense, she must be alright. Timerous? Was it Timerous? But neither of them had seen her in so long...so why would his sister question what they'd do without her? So the only one left must be...
"Actually, I'm not a warrior either." Dorsalpaw's whiskers twitched in amusement, naive to the change that was coming his way. "I'm a Mudlark Apprentice. They just sent me on this border patrol to keep an eye on the warriors and make sure they don't do anything harebrained. It's a full-time job, really, and they're awfully boring." The young tom snorted. He didn't understand older cats and why they were so concerned with trivial matters. The borders didn't really even exist, except in their minds; why did they have to be so prickly about it? "Nice to meet ya though, Swangrace."
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He wasn't grieving? Her head tipped to the side, confused, but the former leader put it all together for her. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the EarthClan warriors, daring them to find a worthy excuse for letting him get this way. "Never mind that! What kind of daft fool are you, Creekghost? Overworking yourself! Come on, you should know better than that, you aren't some newly-made warrior trying to prove himself. I-"
She was mid-rant, one paw raised to strike some sense into her brother, when he made the connection. Celestialwarrior froze. Then, slowly, her paw dropped to the ground, and her anger faded. She looked away as grief clouded her gaze, unable to meet his eyes, and swallowed hard against the lump in her throat. "There was an attack in the tunnels," she replied softly. "The former commander's son, gone mad... they didn't tell me the details, but there were so many cats he... and... I'm so sorry, Creekghost. He killed her. Blakely's gone."
Her voice a trembling whisper, she looked back at her brother.
Swangrace smirked, chuckling at Dorsalpaw's disdain for his elders. She knew that she should educate him on his repect, but this was another clan's apprentice, and for the first time, not her problem. If she found amusement from his sass, she could simply laugh along. "I knoweth," she retorted, winking at him. "We has't the exact same names that thine clan. But thous't a young warrior all the same, mine friend." It was at that point that the pair finally reached the rest of the group, and the she-cat looked up, before stopping dead in her tracks at the sight of Creekghost. "My goodness..."
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Blakely...was gone? Their mother...was... She was...
The tom took a few uneasy steps backwards, slowly shaking his head, as if denial alone would make what he was just told untrue. "No...n-no...s-she can't be..." His whole body seemed to be shivering. "Celestialwarrior...C-Celestia...? Y-You're lying...r-right? YOU'RE LYING!"
He clenched his teeth, tears running freely down his face now. His claws gripped the dirt and rocks at his feet, attempting to keep himself secure...even while the world around him seemed to spin.
Why were their faces so blurred? Why was his vision going black? Why could he not feel his legs anymore? Those were the questions that Beck should've been asking himself, but only one thought was clear in his mind as his legs gave way beneath him.
"You try faking your death, becoming deputy with no warrior training of an evil clan that's overcome with a plague and think of good names."
In front of Beck was a scarlet calico with a kinked tail and a dark tom with blue eyes. All around him was a starry wonderland of gorgeous ponds, streams, and waterfalls, certainly a WaterClan themed haven.
With a groan, the tom slowly blinked open his ocean blue eyes. For a moment the world around him was still blurred, but as Beck came to his senses, the thought crossed his mind that despite having clearly collapsed to the ground, he was somehow still standing upright. "H-huh? Wha...?" He quickly shook his head, his thoughts finally clearing for the first time in what seemed like forever.
And then he looked up. His eyes widened, immediately recognizing the starry figures that were standing in front of him. "Father..? M-mother...?"
As he gazed the forms of his parents in a mix of awe and disbelief, as two realizations occurred to him, one after the other. The first was that he was obviously in Starclan, seeing that Zandernightmare had died many seasons ago, and the instant second realization that if Blakely was there, then Celestia had been telling him the truth.
"You...you are dead. A-A former Commander's son did this?" Despite the sharp feeling of grief in his chest, a part of Beck felt relief, that at least Starclan had truly forgiven his mother for her past crimes.
Blakely shrugged, "I was like him once, besides I've lived a long life. How many cats can say they were a medicine cat and leader and had lived in four different clans? My goal was to help and find love and I got more than I ever thought I would have. But you have many moons to go. I was a pregnant medicine cat who had to fake my death with a mom from Primal Instinct, then journey to a plague ridden clan, become their commissioner despite them having attacked WaterClan just weeks ago. Hide my identity, come to terms that I'm not as into toms as I thought I was and that I needed to wake up and care for you and your siblings. I went through a lot for you kiddo. But you in EarthClan is a no brainer. You're a warrior, you're a father, and you do your job. You're not living in the dang apocalypse like I was so just chill out, alright?"
Creekghost nodded blankly, unsure of what he could possibly say to that. In all honesty, it was easy to forget just how much his mother had gone through before he was even born. The Blakely that he always remembered and known had never really entered the picture until he was basically a warrior, already living happily in the Renegade Regime alongside her new mate...a medicine cat named Pebble, he believed her name was. But even still, occasionally he would get...glimpses; flashes of memories of his kithood within Toxicity, trapped within a cramped nursery, never allowed to witness the horrors that were just outside of their den. No one, not even his own kits, would ever experience something like that ever again. He glanced down at the starry river, avoiding his parents' gaze. "I...I want to make the world better for them. Better than it was for me. I want to give Breezestep the kind of love I've always seen in your eyes when you tell me about Pebble. I want to show Earthclan that I can be a good and useful warrior, the way I was never able to for Waterclan. I want...I want...to be better than I am. Because I owe it to them to be better."
"You already are, great Creek. You just need to believe it," Zandernightmare said, "Do your best, that's all you can do."
"Beck listen to me, I understand now that it was my fault you couldn't be useful in WaterClan. StarClan didn't hate me and curse you, I cursed you. That plague in Toxicity damaged you and your siblings. So all you can do is keep your kits safe. I know you want better, but sometimes the best you can do is be careful. I tried so hard to keep you safe and I still couldn't. We're bound to make mistakes, but it's about being courageous enough to try. It's time to wake up."
It was like the past several moons were passing right before Creekghost's eyes. All of the times he snuck out of Waterclan's camp to visit Breezestep in secret, taking her to Lovers' Cliff to confess his undying love for her, repeating that confession before Gravelstar and all of Waterclan, and seeing the love in Breezestep's eyes when Earthclan ultimately decided to accept him as one of their own. Finally, he saw the hurt in her gaze when she questioned whether his family or his own pride was more important to him...and he only confirmed her worst fears of his paranoia. Zandernightmare and Blakelystar were right. He had been trying so hard to be perfect, but all he had accomplished was pushing away the one he loved the most.
Creekghost gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back his own tears, lunging forward to bury his head in his mother's chest. "You're right. I've been so stupid...I wouldn't be surprised if she hates me now."
