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The glowing white she-cat didn't often make personal visits, except to of course her favorite Cardinal, but she wasn't looking for him this time. No She had another cat in mind this time. She just hoped this worked, or more so that this particular cat would listen to her. As she made her away into the followers den she paid no attention to the other sleeping cats, stepping through their sleeping forms with ease as she made her way over to the white-and-gray she-cat she had been looking for. "Avette." she whispered, hoping her voice would be enough to coax the she-cat awake.
There was a part of her that wanted to roll over and go back to bed. After all, her sleep had been irregular lately, and she was actually enjoying her slumber. All she wanted to do was sit by the water, and she hadn't the slightest idea as to why this was the case. The waterfall had occupied a fascination for her, at least during her free time. However, there was something that seemed urgent, even though she didn't recognize the voice. Her ears perked. "Y-yes?" she asked groggily, opening her eyes to look at the creature who had called her name. They were instantly stung with the glow that eminated from the cat. Any slowness in waking up the follower had was eliminated as she made a realization. She rose to her paws, her baby blue eyes wide. The glow alone suggested that that the ethereal creature infront of her wasn't a cat.... Did that mean....? Her head dipped in respect, before she spoke. "Selene? Is that you?" Her voice was stunned. She had heard about the MoonClan Goddess. She had also heard that the MoonClan Goddess didn't make house calls....
The she cat let out a faint mrrow of laughter, watching the young cat bow to her. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it when her followers tripped over themselves to please her. She would great amusement in it, other times however it was just simply annoying. She was tired of watching toms this themself at her, proclaiming their love for her, and generally making a fool of themselves, like toms often do. It reminded her too much of her brother on that regard, and though she knew they were only doing what she expected of them she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at their pathetic displays. However, when she-cats showed her love and respect, it was done out of love and respect, she could appreciate the genuineness of their gestures.
“It is.” She answered softly, as though she was a mother soothing a kit. “You must follow me.” She said quickly, standing up and trotting out of the den before Avette even had a chance to properly respond.
Well, at least she amused the MoonClan Goddess. That's great. Lovely to know.
Avette would find a day to be brutally embarassed in the next few days, she was sure. There was going to be a lot of whatever was happening that would probably need some unpacking, maybe with a cat therapist if those existed, so she attempted to push aside the shock in order to focus completely on what was to come. "I don't understand," she meowed, although she couldn't quite tell if she was talking to herself or to the goddess. Either way, she didn't. After all, she was new to the group, she hadn't spent moons meditating - although she had been spiritual since kithood -, nothing like that. So, why was she being pulled from her slumber?
She knew, though, that she wasn't in a position to argue. Instead, she found herself following the Goddess, her body focused not quite on the form itself, her eyes had not adjusted to the glow yet, but right to side of her. Her pawsteps were quick, and she fought the urge to ask a million other questions. Instead, she settled on one. "Where are you taking me?"
"As far as I can." The white cat answered, except that didn't really answer the question did it? While Selene's form appeared to be solid in the darkness of the den, as she stepped out into the sun's light she became transparent, but still visible, barely. The goddess stopped, only for an instant to make sure Avette was following but didn't give her time to catch up as she disappeared at the entrance of the camp. It was taking a lot of patience on her part not to just appear where she intended to go but Avette couldn't do that, so she had to guide her to their destination. Of course this would be easier if they weren't in the middle of broad daylight. This also was just the only time she could call the young cat away without bringing too much attention to them. "We must hurry." she called over her shoulder hoping her companion was in ear shot. "I don't have much time."
As soon as they entered the bright world, the she-cat clenched her jaw. The sudden light overwhelmed her pupils even more than Selene’s glow had, and for a moment, she was glad that she had ended up in a nocturnal clan. She’d always been fond of the night. She adapted quickly to the light, though, and quickened her pace as soon as she was out of camp. Her tail thrashed through the air as she followed, her gaze focused intently on the form of the cat who seemed to be completely unwilling to give any context as to why they were almost running through the forest.
The she-cat blinked a few more times as the duo raced through the territory to the water’s edge. The sound of the waterfall became closer and closer, and she found herself slowing. “Why are we here?” she asked, calling above the sound of the burbling water. Why had Selene brought her to the place she was so drawn to?
Selene opened her mouth to reply but, either no sound came out or her voice was drowned out by the roar of the waterfall. The White cat blinked apologetically at the she-cat she wished she could be more helpful and less cryptic but it wasn't that simple. What lessons would her followers learn if she gave away all the answers? Yes she could of lead Leviathan here but, he wasn't her only tool. All four of her chosen: The Cardinal, Archbishop, Medium and Acolyte had a part to play and Levee was only one piece of a bigger puzzle. Even her Bishops would have trials to face as time went on but, they all could only take this journey one paw step at a time. She turned to look at the waterfall, then to Avette and back to the fall before she jumped through the cascading waters and disappearing completely.
If Avette was one to get frustrated at a deity, this would be a moment of frustration. She didn’t like radio silence, and knowing that the goddess was actively choosing to provide her as little information as possible didn’t sit well with her. After all, she didn’t even know the goddess and her ways that well yet. She’d only been in the group a handful of days. There had to be someone suited better for the job than she was, whatever this job was, right? Still, she dutifully followed the creature, at least until the duo reached the waterfall.
Avette found pause when she realized where they were going. It had been the spot that she’d been drawn to since her arrival. She hadn’t necessarily understood what about the water called to her, but something did. It’s not a coincidence that she chose you to come, she has been telling you this whole time. The voice in her head was gentler than it often was, even as she watched the goddess slip through the waters.
Her eye twitched slightly as she realized that Selene was telling her one thing: she needed to go through the waters. There was a deep sense of urgency to move, but a part of her was cemented in place. After all, jumping through a waterfall would be a leap of faith, both figuratively and literally.
She took a few steps closer, close enough to feel the water start to brush by her face. This was stupid, this was so stupid, a part of her said. The other part remembered.
“You’ll be alright,” cooed the voice from the other side of the water. “Don’t you trust me, cherie?” His Russian Blue coat was damp from his own trip across the river. He was in one of his few genuinely good moods, and he offered her the warmest smile he had. Still, there was a glint in his eye. When you were Jynx E’tan, the darkness always hid right behind the gaze. “I won’t let it hurt you. Now, come on, cherie.” It was the name that he called both she and her mother.
He patted the earth besides him, and Avette found the strength to move forward. She did trust him. Even though she had very limited reason to – after all, her body was lined with marks that came into being when she happened to be a little too close when he snapped – she did trust him with her whole soul. She trusted him enough to follow him whereever he ended up, even when the rest of her family took his decision to leave as a reason to finally cut ties with the monster of a man. She trusted him enough to enter the unknown…
The remnants of the memory clouded her gaze. She avoided the memories as much as possible. She locked them in a box, never to be remembered. Yet, there was a reason that she recalled the memory right here and now. She had followed her father. The water had been so deep she didn’t feel the bottom. There was a moment where she was so sure she was going to die. Yet, when she felt herself sinking like a lead weight, her father rescued her. If that particular memory resurfaced now, it could only mean one thing. She had to follow Selene.
She let out a trembling sigh as she settled into the decision. Now, come on, Cherie her father’s voice murmured in her head as she finally jumped, once again right through the crashing water, and once again into the unknown.
The first thing Avette would notice is the solid, yet sleek ground under her paws. How the noise for the waterfall was almost completely silenced, and how until the chill of the water itself, the cave that she found herself in was oddly warm, enough so that anyone could comfortably spend an ample amount of time there. When She opened her eyes Selene would be sitting a tail length in front of her, her blue eyes shining with pride. Behind the glowing she-cat Avette would be able to see the rest of the cave, it's walls and floors were polished completely smooth, the whole thing illuminated in a cool blue- green light from the moss that had grown on the ceiling. A small stream divided the entrance in half but, stopped just short of the end of the cave before curving into a circle around the rest of the cave before reconnecting to itself
At the end of the cave three huge stalagmites rose up from the ground, the largest one in the center. The three of them making a very loose U shape facing the opening of the cave, all along the ground in between them were very sleek, smooth looking stones all various shapes and sizes and colors. From the ceiling three stalactites of equal size reached down to meet the others but felt short by a foot. All three were beautifully adorned in the glowing moss that graced the ceiling, making a spot light on the ground in front of the strange spikes.
"Welcome Avette." Selene spoke at last, breaking the silence that had settled over the cave.
She didn't know what to say. Honestly, the she-cat was stunned, both by the brutal cold of the water, and of the beauty of the cavern. The warm air was nice against her now soaking pelt. It weighed upon her heavily- it was too thick to make it an enjoyable experience to suddenly be coated in water. Yet, she was unbothered by it, as the place that she was in made it worth it. Wonder passed in her baby blue eyes, wonder that hadn't existed within her gaze in moons. It was the ind of wonder normally reserved for kittens, and she desperately wanted to act upon it. She wanted to touch everything, run her tail across the walls and climb the stalagmites. Avette resisted this urge, though. She was sure that the goddess hadn't brought her here simply so she could act like a child, and even if she had, that sort of non-control was exactly against the thin framework of a personality she'd constructed for herself.
"Thank you, Selene," she found herself replying, although the words were like ghosts trickling from her lips. She didn't really mean to say them, though nor did she stop herself from saying them. Instead, she mirrored the she-cat. "Where are we?" she then asked, her eyes still scanning the cavern. "What is this place?"
