She has been a ghost, wandering in and out of her den to oversee the Clan before disappearing again. The cycle continued for a while, Eaglestar couldn’t bring herself to do anything else. They needed to talk with BloodClan, she knew that. But how could she bear to see his face again, the face of her former love? He betrayed her and DarkClan, abandoned his children, and for what? She was a fool to have trusted him at all. Bune was right. He was right from the beginning. He had looked out for her as a friend would do, and now he was gone, a new leader taking his place. Their alliance was already dead, and still, the molly did not visit BloodClan’s border, afraid of what she would find there.
How many times had she found herself in this very clearing, when the moon was highest in the night sky? First, when Pitchstar passed. Then when Lizardbounce broke her heart, and now again when the weight of leading felt like simply too much. It was cold. Eaglestar’s silvery fur fluffed up, hunching her shoulders as she sat in the small, grassy clearing under the stars. Something urged her not to sit here again. She needed to move, get away from things for a while. Barely registering her movements, Eaglestar stood up, long legs slowly taking her deeper into the forest, forcing herself not to look at the cold, distant stars.
She didn’t know how long she walked for. It felt like an eternity, though perhaps it was only a few minutes. Her spirit-like trance only broke when a familiar sight caught her eye, though much different in leaf-bare. She stopped right at the edge of the flower fields, now dying and withering away from the oncoming cold. There were no colors, no butterflies to greet her, only the sad brown stalks of decaying plants. Her ears dropped slightly against her skull, letting herself slide into a sitting position, looking out at the fields mournfully. It seemed impossible, the idea that she could bounce back fro, this one. She hadn’t felt that happy since reuniting with her brother, and it lasted for barely a moon. The stars were sneering at her, they had to be, for Eaglestar had truly been an idiot.
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