Waking up to morning's slumber [Open]

[Littlepool]

Black

Then breath. The tabby she-cat raised her head slowly. Her body was no longer wounded, if anything she felt... lighter and bursting with the energy she once had as a newly crowned warrior before she had been made a queen. She rose to her paws and looked around her. "No.." She mumbled. "Yes.." She sighed. "Looks like my death words were right. Pfft.. I may have said them but I didn't actually want to believe I was leaving everything behind." She paced the starry sky still in shock she was even up here. She'd done some pretty foolish things, she was still good enough for CloudClan's embrace?

"I fancy they will be getting a new queen in a bit. I won't say I didn't like my job, sure it came with its pain but I didn't know it'd actually kill me! Maybe it was because of the attack though too. Hmm.." She was left pondering her own death..

Snapping out of it she gave another sigh and half-smile. "Well at least I have my energy back." She began looking around the area, curious to explore CloudClan. "Take care everyone. I will watch over you from now on. But my road ended." She looked back at where she had woken up and began exploring the place.

[Falconwing]

Falconwing lifted his head, stretching it as far as he could. Something shimmered softly in the distance. And by distance, maybe a few feet away. A new spirit. The tom didn't keep up on spiritual affairs; he usually left those up with the others. The tabby did realize that he was selfish to practically ignore the others, but hey. He was dead.

Being dead wasn't as great as the living told it to be. Obviously, Cloudclan existed. They promised an afterlife filled with hunting and peace. It was dreadful. Sure, killing some already dead creatures were alright, but Falconwing never lived for the prey. Well, technically he did. But, he missed his friends and everybody that had flesh on them. Touching the mixture of stars and clouds and feeling it beneath his paws...it didn't feel right. Yet, it was another reminder that he was dead.

Besides, he knew practically nobody else here. Crimsonsky, sure, but Falconwing was still unable to face the tom after he sacrificed his own life for Falconwing. It was honorable, and yet Falconwing wasted his life and died by poison. Poison! It was shameful that he didn't even smell it in the water or at least get a clue. Instead, he was a mouse-brain and plunged his tongue into the river, gulping up the water. Falconwing cringed at the memory. It was still a harsh way to die, but it could have been worse. The cries of Crimsonsky still echoed through his head.

"You sure do talk to yourself a lot," Falconwing bounded over to the stranger. A she-cat. Wait, it was one of the queens. He couldn't quite remember from what clan though. Falconwing only kept his eyes on Iceclan. Yet, He had a feeling on how she had died. The tom cracked a small smile, trying his best not to really frighten her. Though, he doubted that she would be easily startled as she seemingly was able to take her death quite well. She seemed at peace and relaxed.

Well, at least someone here is.

[Littlepool]

She flinched a bit but looked over to see a tomcat. "Oh.. hello." She greeted. She was not sure who this cat was. She remembered those cruel games that were played long ago where all the participating cats were slaughtered but she couldn't be sure this was one of them. Yet she remembered at the gathering CloudClan mentioned they had done it for more CloudClanners. So obviously there weren't many before? Well either way she'd keep her estimates to herself for now.

"I'm Littlepool. I was TreeClan's head queen back in the living." She greeted with a dip of her head. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but who are you?" She inquired with a cock of her head. She was still curious of everyone's stories she had met so far. Everyone here had died a different way and some were more tragic or grotesque then others. Some were possibly even lucky enough to pass peacefully in her sleep.

That's how she wanted to go.. She wasn't ready to die. She had years of being a mother left. There were still some of her kits that were at their most youthful stage and how would they grow up knowing their mother died- or worse they wouldn't get to of known their mother.. She wanted to grow to eldership, spend more time with her kits, her father.. Meet her mother again. Her brother too.. Shadowbird she was closest to.

Worst of all Greenflare saw her die such a pitiful death. Not only that her son and his mentor thought they had killed her by not saving her. But one thing resonated in her mind. "Tuftfeather!" She called out aloud unknowingly. She blinked and gave a small sheepish smile. "Ermm.. Sorry this will be rather random but do you know anyone up here by the name of Tuftfeather?" At least I can be with my daughter. She thought.

[Falconwing]

"Falconwing of Iceclan. It's...an honor to meet you Littlepool. I'm sure what you did for Treeclan won't be forgotten," Falconwing's smile grew bigger, trying his best to help her feel welcomed in this land of the dead. In fact, the name was much closer in a literal way than just being an afterlife. He ruffled his fur slightly, feeling the resentment that filtered off of her. Falconwing took a small step away.

The tabby jumped from Littlepool's sudden outburst, startled by her loud voice. His angled his ears back, eyes slightly wide. It seemed as if barely anyone raised their voice in this place. To suddenly hear Littlepool call out to a familiar name...Falconwing didn't want to admit that he slightly scared him. His gritted his teeth, rolling his shoulders before narrowing his eyes in concentration. Tuftfeather? He remembered her. A monster hit her, didn't it? In fact, her death trickled back in lucid detail. Her backside was gruesomely crushed by the vehicle. Falconwing cringed at the mention and thought of Tuftfeather. There was so much blood.

"Tuftfeather? Yeah, I remember her. We were together in the games until she...you might find her with Cherryleaf. I would assume that she'd stick with her clanmate. Yet, I haven't seen much of anybody up here," the brown tabby informed the queen with sad blue eyes, "Yet, I'm sure that you'd be able to find her. Is she of some relation?"

The tom had a feeling that this was mother and daughter and they were going to be reunited. That would be a sight to see. It wasn't everyday that you were able to see cats be together again, no longer separated by the boundaries of the dead and living. Though, it was better to have someone to speak to or even look forward to seeing. Falconwing had no one.