Senescence walked along the edge of the Verdency, along the very cliff of the plateau that concentrated the league in the more habitable land below. A light drizzle coated the dusty earth beneath her paws, making the land slippery beneath. One wrong step and she'd tip over the edge and down hundreds of feet to her inevitable death. But the Proxy had always leaned towards being the suicidal type. Taking on any manner of cat or creature alone, either succeeding or getting help before she got herself killed, walking hand in hand with death at every step.

    And yet, somehow she was still here. No matter what precarious situation, or how dangerous the creature, she always seemed to make it out alive. If StarClan did exist as her mother claimed, and Senescence truly believed they didn't, then they'd only cursed her with this life. That wasn't a surprise however. The cats of the clans had always been the quickest to hide their true natures, falling back on various codes of morality to hold themselves to, just to say they were above everyone else. It stood to reason that even in death, they'd cling onto their supposed superiority.

    There was a blank look to her eyes as she walked, an empty look she seemed to be wearing more often lately. To meet her eyes was to stare into a soulless void, into a cat with nothing to lose, and no chain to hold her but those she made for others to see. There was nothing to this life, and the only respite she had was taken from her at every step.

    So here she stood, teetering on the edge of life and death as half her steps swung out into empty air before touching solid earth, never making that final tip into nothingness.

    Eventually, the Proxy grew bored with even this internal dare, finding her way back down to earth and the Badlands, the drizzle carrying over into the usually dry land for once. A dreary day for a dreary life. Fitting.