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Hello. Bluestar sent you? Ah, yes. You are wondering who was my mate? And if you saw him? No, I don't think you have...
I thought it would be easy to die, to join Starclan. I was wrong.
Of course the food is good, even if we don't have to eat. It calms you, watching your clanmates. And you have nothing to fear. Not here. You are supposed to feel complet.
But alas, I was missing something, or someone. It hurts,even now, to patrol the border and see him almost everyday. Leering, hissing, mocking us.
But only I could see the pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I try, everyday,
to come to him. I can't.
And everyday in starclan, I want to die.
I want to be with my lover, my mate. But alas, he is now my enemy. I wish I had died with him. My only wish, is that I could smell his sweet sent one last time...
I will keep trying, pleading, begging. But I know he will not listen to me. I am wounded. He is wounded.
A fatal death blow that we cannot recover from.
You ask who is causing this? I will tell you now, and then you will leave me alone. He was my lover, now my enemy.
Thistleclaw.
A/N I thought of this a couple of years ago. I don't really like the pairing, but it fit so here it is :)