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May 20 2018, 08:06 PM
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<div class="top">it won't be with me on my deathbed, but i'll still be in your head.</div>
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When Sootkit died, Rainpaw could not understand why StarClan would take his sister away from him when she was still so young, but he trusted their wisdom would become clear to him with time.
<p>When Ivyflower died, Rainpaw admitted to himself that it felt deeply unfair to lose both his mother and sister before he even turned six moons old, but he was comforted by the knowledge that they were watching over him from StarClan.
<p>When Walnutcrown died, he began to doubt StarClan was watching over him -- or ShadowClan -- at all.
<p>When Dovepaw and Eveningpaw died, he <i>knew</i> StarClan wasn't watching over him.
<p>By the time Winterlights died, a seed of rage against the ancestors who demanded so much of him and only took his loved ones in return planted itself in his heart.
<p>It was time, he decided, for StarClan to explain themselves. Literally. On the night after Walnutcrown's vigil, he padded out to her burial site, placed his paws in the still damp, freshly overturned soil, and set his eyes on the stars. The skies were crystal clear, and save for the languid glow of the crescent moon there was nothing to diminish the light of Silverpelt.
<p><b>"StarClan."</b> He addressed Silverpelt aloud, casually, as if addressing a friend. <b>"Don't ignore me - I <i>know</i> you can hear me. I can hear <i>you.</i> And I have a question for you all."</b>
<p>He drew in a breath before continuing. <b>"If you're going to do <i>nothing</i> to defend us, to console us -- if you're just going to stand by and <i>watch</i> while we suffer and die -- why should we revere you?"</b> Rainpaw had no fear of appearing irreverent or arrogant in deciding to interrogate all of StarClan. If they were to constantly ask so much of him, he reasoned, there was nothing wrong with asking one little question of them. <p><b>"Don't take it personally. I'm just curious is all."</b>
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<h2>i won't let it ruin my hair ;;</h2>
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<p>Not long after his return to ShadowClan, it occurred to Rainpaw that he could have had his warrior name by now, had he never left. What was he by now, anyway? Something like fifteen moons old? StarClan. <i>Add it to the list.</i>
<p>It was his mental shorthand for the list of things he'd lost, sacrificed or destroyed by leaving the Clan: his friends, his family, the respect of his Clanmates, his faith in the goodness of StarClan, his health, and a fair portion of his sanity. The list was his primary companion on the long mountain journey back to ShadowClan. Now that he was here, following his hateful reception from Ravenstar, ruminating over it in the dark and mossy corners of camp had became his favorite past-time.
<p>And now it had a new item: <i>fifteen moons old, still don't have a warrior name, leader hates me so I probably never will.</i> Great.

<p>What would he be called if he had one? <i>Raincloud,</i> he thought miserably. As he slumped over onto his side, his unfocused gaze drifting towards the ground, the slate grey tom resolved -- partly as trickery, and partly as sardonic self-punishment -- to tell all of the kits and newcomers who did not recognize him that it was his name.
<p><i>Hi, I'm Raincloud. And all I do is bring darkness and cold wherever I go.</i>

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<h2>i won't let it ruin my hair ;;</h2>
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<p>These days, Rainpaw felt as invisible as the ghosts who surrounded him.
<p> It was, perhaps, a natural consequence of all he'd been through in the past few moons. Being misunderstood by all others in all things was part and parcel of the gift he'd been given; it was beyond possibility, after all, to explain his experiences to those who could not see the dead -- i.e., the vast majority of the living.
<p> I mean, where to begin? He mentally rattled off the year's itinerary as he padded, head held low, through the damp swamps of ShadowClan. Oh, hey, guys, I left ShadowClan because spirit voices told me to. Turns out my dead mom was actually a SkyClanner, but SkyClan didn't want me anyway. After wandering two moons to find them! Crazy, right? Anyway, everyone I know and love is probably dead and I wish I was, too. Please forgive me?
<p>He shook his head. Not gonna happen. ShadowClan didn't need to know what he'd been through. They'd either want him back, or they wouldn't. He'd either be accepted back into his birth clan, or cast out to die as an exile, epileptic and as helpless as kit. Either way, no begging. He was a full grown tom now. Time to live with a little pride.
<p>ShadowClan camp stood just beyond a veil of pines. <i>Now or never.</i> He gathered up his courage and forced himself through the treeline.
<p><b>"Hell-o? Anyone there?"</b> The slate gray tom's voice shook just a little as he padded across the camp threshold. <b>"It's Rainpaw. Remember me?"</b> <i>Like anyone would.</i> He forced himself to hold his head up. <i>Come now. We'll see.</i>
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<h2>but i don't want anybody else ;;</h2>
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It was dark, well past twilight. Rainpaw had to spend a moment allowing his eyes to adjust before he could see, but the land he now stood in was so familiar it need not be seen for him to recognize it. The marshy soft ground beneath his paws; the intermingling scents of pine sap and damp earth; the idle call of a distant owl: all these things signaled that to him that he had returned to ShadowClan.<P>
It was a dream, of course; he did not plan to come here. It just <i>happened</i> that he appeared here, as it did in the dreams he had well before receiving the gift. And it concerned him that he felt so at home. The old trappings of the shady pines that once restricted him now spoke to him of friendlier, more straight-forward times.<p>
It had been his destiny for him to leave for SkyClan. Or was it? True, the maddening chorus of voices telling him to <i>go</i> had fallen silent since he left on his quest. But nothing else seemed to have gone right. StarClan gave him no further signal of what to do once he arrived in SkyClan's territory, and the SkyClanners themselves treated him like a dangerous trespasser. <p><i>ShadowClan! What are you doing stealing kits?</i> He shook his head thinking about it. He felt like an explorer stumbling upon an ignorant tribe, trying in vain to explain to them that ShadowClan had no interest in stealing SkyClan's kits. Or did they? Surely things couldn't have changed <i>that</i> much since he left the pine forests. Tien/Dawnpaw was the sole bright spot in the entire Clan, it seemed, but the blind apprentice could not help Rainpaw beyond speculating what StarClan's purpose was in uniting them.<p>
His heart ached as he gazed upon the dens of camp, quiet with sleeping warriors within. Rainpaw couldn't deny it anymore: he was homesick. Leaving ShadowClan was starting to feel like a catastrophic mistake.<p>
He padded to the edge of camp, as he once did during sleepless nights, and set his eyes upon the stars. <b>"Oh, help me, mama. I don't know what I'm doing."</b> A ragged gasp escaped his chest. <b>"<i>Please.</i> Please just tell me what it is you want me do."</b> Why would StarClan send him so far from home only to abandon him?
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<h1>nowadays i'm just trying to find my way back home;</h1>
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Spirits clung to well-worn paths like skunk scent clung to fur: they couldn't be erased and they couldn't be ignored. <p>

When Rainpaw first struck the winding mountain trails that headed into the heart of SkyClan territory, the forest erupted with whispers. They filled the air with the kind of subtle ubiquity that marked birdsong in springtime; unavoidable yet inscrutable, each voice blending into the next so as to make it impossible for him to discern what was being said.<p>

The path he now took had been burnished were smooth by the pawsteps of the warriors who'd walked their lengths innumerable times before. Rainpaw could not see them, but he sensed their presence lingering on the trail still. From time to time, the pelt of a phantom making its way up or down the mountain brushed against his, sending chills down his spine. <p>

At sunhigh he paused at a ridge that cut over the treetops, permitting him to view miles deep into the mountains. The cold wind was roaring, and by now he was breathing hard from the effort of climbing the slope, but sitting there with his eyes closed and his mind focused he could make those noises fade into the background. <p>

With the exertion of a few moments more, he soon pulled the spirit voices back into the focus. Listening in, he could only catch broken pieces of conversion, each one striking him with how so many spirits still chatted idly as they once had in life: <p>

<I>...Lionpaw, wait up!...</i><br />

<I>….Can you believe what happened at the Gathering?...</i><br />

<I>...Looks like we got snow coming in tonight...</i><br /><p>

This was not what he wanted to hear, Rainpaw groused to himself, eyes blinking open again. Rainpaw had travelled from ShadowClan to SkyClan based upon on a series of events and messages that suggested that SkyClan was where StarClan really wanted him to be; he expected a messenger to arrive and confirm this for him if that was really the case. But with the density of spirit life out on the trail today, looking for a soul he recognized felt like sifting through grains of sand.<p>

He sighed, shut his eyes, and tried to tune into the spirit world once more, but this time the exertion was too much to take. He couldn't even receive the background spiritual chatter without having a flash of pain split into his temple.<p>

<I>Guess I'll just have to find out what's going on in SkyClan the old fashioned way,</i> he thought, wincing at the prospect of struggling to explain his supernatural vocation to yet another skeptical Clan. Rainpaw turned his back against the ridge and resumed padding up the mountain trail towards SkyClan's camp, innocently unaware of the fact that his old leader Firestar had stolen a kit from this Clan just the night before. To a stranger, their ShadowClan scent likely smelled the same, and that would surely be enough for some now seeking vengeance.
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