All we got is memories | P | Veil

    ✦ - Mottlewish has only been in the clan for about a whole moon under a new name, and she already felt nothing like Jewelpelt. Sure, you can’t just think to yourself I’m gonna change and then be a better cat. There is more to change than just knowing what you need to change, although that was like... half the process. And it took moons for her to change, but although you might not see it you are always changing. It’s natural and you cannot stop it, the restless circle of time that keeps going. So she knew deep inside you are never ‘complete’, you are never the final version of yourself because you’re never perfect.

But Mottlewish changed. And for a paradox, the thing that didn’t change was the opinion on names. When it didn’t fit her anymore, it got changed, as simple as that. And although she knew that change would always come and mostly welcomed it, there was death and the fact all her DarkClan friends were in StarClan now. Pinefall, Pitchstar, Snowlynx... she missed them.

But that didn’t mean her non-DarkClan friends were also gone. And there was one group she hasn’t checked out yet. The Tribe of Rushing Water specifically. Maybe Silentveil would still be here- she couldn’t remember his tribe name no matter how hard she tried- and seeing one of her friends again was definitely worth the trek to the mountains. She definitely still looked like Jewelpelt, maybe with pelt just a bit more tangled and definitely more tired.

With need of rest and with a soft ‘hmm’ she sat down behind the border and stared into the territory, smiling at the familiar scent Veil used to carry around.

// veil over silent twilight

    ✦ - Mottle glanced up at her friend’s slick frame as soon as she could recognize his scent. Yes, she would know it between a million others. And despite small differences in Veil’s smell and appearance she didn’t doubt his presence for a second.

“Veil! Oh by StarClan, it’s so... so good to see you! I’m sorry if my eyes are watering, I... I didn’t think you’d still be here.” Her meow turned into a bare whisper at the end as she pushed back the tears from her sparkling eyes.

“How’s the Tribe? How have you been? It’s been so long, I... you’re here! Oh I’m such an emotional mess... I-I’m here, it’s me, Mottlewish- I mean, Jewelpelt! Yeah I... you never know what StarClan brings, right?” She smiled in a more excited manner. “I missed you since you left DarkClan. I know we’ve seen each other since then but... yeah, I went on a trip. A few moons of wondering around the world. It was fun, but I missed everyone... no one seemed to be there when I came back though. That’s how it works in the wild, huh?” Her ears flattened against her head as she sadly drooped her tail.

“I also left. SkyClan’s it now. And-and it’s amazing! I can tell you about it. The-the soft ground, no caves, beautiful green-or, well, white- everywhere, the blue sky above you! They have these wooden things on trees as dens, it’s really funky, and everyone’s nice so far! Doesn't beat the memories but the best kind of change. Beryl, my kit, he... you never heard the story though, did you? Oh well, that’s a long one...”

The words spilled out of her maw like always, like nothing has changed. Sometimes she wished it really didn’t. She tried ro blink her worries away and focused on the present. She just felt really tired... it was exhausting to walk so much, and she did leave during night. She’d have to come back soon so they wouldn’t be worried. Too bad the Tribe didn’t join Gatherings.

    ✦ - “Oh! Yeah, sure,” she replied. She never really knew Duskheart much personally, but he must’ve been a wonderful cat when Veil loved him that much, and afterall, he was a loyal warrior of DarkClan and she was sure he we missed by many. “Could I hear your story first? It’s a lot more relevant and... I’m very curious about how you’ve been the last few moons.” Her story would’ve been quite the tale anyways, she didn’t want to make him wait. She put paw after paw, walking at her friend’s pace and smiling to herself. He really was like a sibling to her, and just the fact he hasn’t given up on her, he hasn’t forgotten- made he want to cry in joy. Life was about finding such friends afterall. Who else would remember you after you were just a faded star up above?

    ✦ - The story that's been told to her really wasn't of gret length, but that was the beauty of it. It was pure, true and had a happy ending. And that was all that she'd want from a story anyways. She understood his trouble with the sharptooth- because didn't all of them have a sharptooth who was worrying them deep inside? Of course they did. Of course.

"I'm sure that Owl is an amazing leader, I mean Stoneteller. Seems like you had a nice adventure within your own clan, huh? Well, the first of my stories dates back to the day I joined DarkClan. Actually, before. I was, you probably know his already, an exposition cat. And I had no interest in anything other than my looks. But then... something chnged. Long story short, I met a shelter cat and fell in love. Then my twolegs found out I was expecting, put Adrien down, and... to protect my kits, I ran away into the wilderness." She paused, twitching her whiskers. "So here the story gets... even sadder. I... I was stupid, so stupid. Everything was different, there was shock and grief and fear- and I did the biggest mistake of my life. I-I gave my kits away. Each to a different clan, foolishly thinking it would... help? I feel terrible thinking of that, can't help but feel guilty. Most of them passed away, but Diamondpaw and Berylpaw were still alive. Beryl... he hated me so much. And he had every right to, but... it made everything even worse. Diamondpaw passed away and... when I came back, he was also gone. All that was left was a mate and kits. They're in SkyClan, that's one of the reasons I'm there. Charcoalsmudge, Heronstar, Lavenderpaw... I feel like I have to make it up to them, you know?"