oh happy dagger, pierce my heart || open + joining/return

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    How long had it been since he placed his paws on such familiar ground? He had been born here, raised here, he had loved here and he had suffered here. He watched great leaders fall, adored an angel who went up in flames, gave his heart to another and watched then fade away with it still gripped within her claws. He had been so loyal, loved so much.
    Perhaps, in the end, that had been his undoing. This place held nothing but pain for him, the aching loss and regret echoing in his head as he walked ever further toward the border. They were all gone, all dead, his friends and his loves, his greatest achievements and his biggest failures. This place was a monument of loss and he a monolith of sorrow, a golden statue to be erected here before it and left to be covered in vines and rot; fade away with the going times as any good piece of art work would.
    Gildedheard had decided a long time ago that he wished to die on ShadowClan soil, that he wanted to return home once more and end his days as he had in his youth; or try to. With ever growing trepidation he kept moving over the border, his legs seemingly taking a mind of their own to carry him further into the mouth of hell itself. He wished, he so desperately wished, that someone would stop him from his march-send him scurrying back to the solitude and peace of StormClan.
    But inside he knew this was it, it was time. His heart ached, he felt tears brimming in his eyes already and they spilled like decadent drops from his face, clung to his auric fur and spilled down to his chin to drip and dry on the soil at his paws. He wanted his love, he wanted his friends, time had been so cruel to take them all away from him; why had he been left behind when so many others had died?
    Angelbeats, Redvelvet, Stacy, Darkbloom, Nuclearpaw, Kurama, his children and his closest companions. Why could he not be granted the release to see them all again?
    What had he done?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:420px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]How long had it been since she had been born here? Ten months, that must have not been nearly the amount of time that this feline had been missing from ShadowClan. Like Gildedheart, Fayina was born here, raised here, rose up here, and was now on top. It felt like way too little time ago Fayina was just a child, a brat at that, but still an innocent child. She was not old enough to remember those ancient ShadowClan members that would return excitedly. Maybe they were friends with her grandfather, Writingsins. Hadn't he had been a leader of ShadowClan as well? And so had her father. Guess she was making a long line of ShadowClan leaders then. Ha. It was an amusing thought, too sad that Fayina, most likely, couldn't have children even if she wanted to. But these thoughts, fresh in her mind almost every waking day, were not present as she approached the tom, her forked tail softly wagging, the shadows that cling to the back of her legs lessening as she sat down. "Hello, sir. Could I receive your name and business on ShadowClan territory?" Requested the Queen, slight anticipation dwelling in her veins.


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