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    The female was fucking exhausted. Day after day. Hunger no longer nipped at her but swallowed her whole and all she felt was that wretched desperation to fill her belly with something, anything. The gift baskets from the many Hawkclan allies were helping, yes, but she still felt incredibly weak and the fact she continued to persevere around camp like it was nothing only added to it. It was apparent that Littlestar could not go on like this anymore and neither could her people. They had already suffered numerous losses from the famine and the final blow would either be the Shaman or the Leader. There was no Warcheif right now so there would be utter chaos after Littlestar passed away. She was determined not to but so had some other Hawkclanners and they were now rotting six feet under her paws. At the end of the day, as the sun was setting, Littlestar felt woozy. She had stood up too quickly after taking a small nap but that combined with her prior exhaustion and hunger made for a trippy few seconds, the world spinning around and the edges of her vision going darker rapidly, before she toppled over and plunged into total darkness. Utter bliss to feel dead like this.

    But she her minds eye was awake. And in her mind she was standing at the precipice of more darkness. Her claws were out and her fur felt spiked. Now Littlestar had yet to experience being the presence of a real god and she could in no way recognize the feeling of dread in the pit of her belly and the whisperings in her heart and mind.

    Pax.

    There was a reason Herthe was called faceless. It was due to the fact, that simply put, Herthe never showed herself. Himself. Itself. Though many referred to Herthe as goddess, no one knew for sure.

    The darkness seemed to roil, shadows acting like a boiling ocean in the midst of a storm. From out of this darkness, green vines snaked up the cliff, heading towards the HawkClan leader on the cliff. "HawkClan...." A sibilant hiss, but only in Littlestar's mind, should the leader be of the mind to be susceptible to telepathy, for Herthe never speaks directly. "Mortal...." As the words faded, the vines finally reached the top of the cliff into the field of view, angling like snakes towards Littlestar. "How long has it been since you have partook of a decent meal?" There was almost a teasing tone to the voice as it spoke in one's head.

    Littlestar was a strong atheist. Despite knowing of powers and all that supernatural stuff, she had no belief in a superior being that ruled existence. She had no belief in Starclan. People just were and there was no overruling god that would tell her otherwise. But in her mind, she felt only dread right now. Her golden eyes were wide as a dark shape flew up the cliff side to greet her. She didn't want it to greet her. She wanted to back away but her paws were stuck and her tummy was tight in fear. Vines. Vines and darkness. A combination that was enough to make her turn her head to the ground and stare at her paws. What is happening? It could be some crazy dream or wacky hallucination but it felt so damn real in her mind. She could actually feel the sweat coating her forehead and it was as if she was no longer in her mind, but in an actual place. "HawkClan...." However, the voice that sounded in her mind was anything but real. It was out of this earth, whatever that was to Lit. She lifted her head sharply. Was this being addressing her as Hawkclan? Her mouth opened a little but the thing spoke again. This time, it was calling her mortal and her glowing eyes narrowed. Mortal. As if I'm lower then I'm it. As if I'm some sort of fucking lower creature. What the fuck is this shit? Despite the fear and dread making her want to back away, she openly showed disdain towards this title dubbed by the creature by baring her teeth. "My name is Littlestar." She hissed and her strange voice echoed, as if the surrounding environment was a huge open room. Now the next quip by it made her fur stand on end. Testing me. Teasing me. Her anger built but it was almost impossible to dredge up energy to yell. She resorted to giving a strangled snarl, her ribs showing as the only answer to its 'question'.

    Amusement. Did it think to scare the faceless one? It was in a pitiful condition, but still attempting to spit defiance back into the void. Despite her name, despite her size, despite her position in the great chain of being, she had fire in her soul. "A leader. The HawkClan leader." There was a dull touch of amusement to the voice now, a jaded tone that glazed the words.

    The voice turned barbed suddenly, poison in each syllable as it continued, "A leader unable to feed her people, but spits defiance to the gods." There was half a small hum, taunting. Pause. "And you wonder why you have been struck by famine, child?"


    Now her mind was just being weird. Is this even my mind? It feels like I've been hijacked and taken to whatever dimension this is and now this thing is talking to me. Through my mind whilst being in my mi- ah, fuck it. I'll playing along with whatever the fuck this is. Littlestar heard the amusement in the gods voice and she licked her scarred lips, glued to the spot despite everything in her feral instincts telling her to run away. There were no choices here. She had no doubt in her heart that this thing could well and truly end it, end her if that was what she wished. The Monarch breathed in. "Yeah." I AM leader. The sudden change to anger and toxicity startled Little and her fur stood upwards. "A leader unable to feed her people, but spits defiance to the gods." Her heart picked up the speed and her brain was going haywire with all sorts of thoughts, both accusatory to the God and to herself. Not a god. You can't be a god, not real. Not ones like this. What else would it fuckin' be?! It knows everything. You don't know that. You don't fucking know that.But it had already labeled itself as one and she was already beginning to get why she felt so unnerved. This place wasn't her territory at all. It was this things. "So the famine.. the famine was some sort of punishment? Because I said something? All of my people get i-..." Littlestar couldn't wipe the spittle off her mouth and continued to stare in defiance though it was growing thinner by the second. "How the fuck do I know you're real? How the fuck do I know you're a god?" Yes, hello, atheist over here. It has to be tricking me, some form of manipulation. Unless... it's telling the truth. But it couldn't be. There is no God that can possibly do that, there is no Gods, period.

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    "Child," the voice continued--there was almost pity in the tone that was used right now as it projected its voice to Littlestar's mind, the same tone that a mother would use to her child who had burned themselves playing with fire. Pity at the fact that Littlestar could not understand why, but the truth was to it, Littlestar was a child. "Why do you think HawkClan received its name? It couldn't be any fortuitous circumstance that your early predecessors chose to use the specific word Hawk..." The voice trailed off, as if expecting Littlestar to connect the dots.

    However, Littlestar's next questions caused a prickle of anger. Atheists, yes, were known. There were people who didn't believe in the greater forces that functioned in this strange little world of theirs. The vines on the ground suddenly reared up, twisting together to form the neck and head of some giant fanged creature that grinned at the HawkClan leader, hungry and leering and ready to tear Littlestar apart if she offered more insolence. "Hmph. No wonder HawkClan is being punished. You'll just have to trust me for the sake of your people. Unless you, the leader that the HawkClanners look up to and trust with their wellness, prefer to hold your own beliefs above the lives of your people."