"Stand forward."
Nutmeg took a step forward, looking at her surroundings. There were plains as far as she could see, hills rolling with tall grass and flowers. In the area she was in, the grass was shorter and flowers danced in the wind at her paws. She refocused herself on the cat who had spoken to her. She hadn't seen the cat, but she heard it coming from where the sun rose every morning.
Without warning, three cats were sitting in front of her. One was in the center, while the two on the sides sat a short length away from the centered cat. The two on the outside of the centered figure were sitting slightly forward like a pyramid. Each cat had stars in their fur, which was wispy and flowing as a river would.
"Nutmeg," the cat in the middle meowed, "you are here upon the request of a trial for your fate."
"Alright," meowed Nutmeg, "but who are you?"
The right-side spirit cat rolled its eyes. "While that question is appropriate, the question you should be asking is who are we?"
"We?" she echeod.
"We," it confirmed. "We are the spirits of fate. We will choose how you live out the rest of your existence."
The left spirit cat chimed in. "You may call me Past."
"I'm called Future," the right cat added.
"And, as you may have guessed," the centered cat finished, "I am Present."
"You are here to be judged," meowed Future.
Nutmeg felt a tingling sensation creeping through her body. She wished this was done and over with already.
"You are aware of how severe your actions are," Present told her. "Correct?"
"Yes," Nutmeg mewed. "I'm aware of them."
"Good," meowed Past. "You are taking responsibility for your past actions. You killed your mate and threatened to kill your own son. In the end, you murdered your best friend and the same son you threatened many moons prior."
"I believed your fate should not be in the Kinship of the Rising Sun," Future suggested. "It should lie with the Kinship of the Rising Moon instead."
"Kinship of the Rising Moon?" Nutmeg didn't understand what that meant, nor what Kinship of the Rising Sun was.
"Yes," Present meowed. "Kinship of the Rising Moon."
"I don't understand."
"Kinship of the Rising Moon is the place where cats go if they have done evil things in their lives and have done rare good." Future was flicking their tail against the grassy earth. "Kinship of the Rising SUn is where we send cats who have done rare evil in their lives. The other two Kinships - Kinship of the Setting Sun and Kinship of the Setting Moon - are somewhat in between the previous two. Kinship of the Setting Sun is where we send cats who have done an amount of good, but performed acts of evil at the end of their lives. And the Kinship of the Setting Moon is the place cats exist if they have done an amount of evil, but performed acts of good at the end of their lives."
"Oh," Nutmeg meowed, "but why the Kinship of the Rising Moon?"
"Do you not understand a word coming out of our mouths?" Past stood up, tail lashing. "You killed your mate, your best friend, and your son. Not only did you kill your son, but you threatened to kill him when he was a kit. That is unforgivable by all standards. You should be thankful we don't just send you to nonexistence now."
Present rested their tail on Past's shoulders. "Calm yourself."
Nutmeg stared, unable to speak. Then she slowly nodded her head. "I understand."
"Go," ordered Future, gesturing to the right.
She obeyed and went in the direction of where Future was pointing. Well this is going to be such a fun way to live out my existence.
I thought it would be kinda cool to give non-believers of StarClan a place to be in their afterlife. I don't know, it just kind of sparked when I was writing.