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[Meow]

Frostheart almost had to squint her eyes as she slipped through the shining, starry grass of StarClan's hunting grounds. She'd forgotten how shiny everything was here; from the bark on the trees to the prey that sometimes scurried across the earth, everything glimmered with StarClan's light. Frostheart had been in awe when she first walked through her new territory with her mother, taking in the otherworldly beauty of it. Even now, she couldn't help but tilt her head back to look at the starry leaves above as she walked, casting light where there should be shadows on the forest floor.

Frostheart wasn't here to admire the scenery, however. She had an eternity to do so, after all. Rather, Frostheart was searching for Clearstream, the cat she'd sworn to wait for their living family with. Frostheart's nose twitched as she followed his scent through the trees. It'd seemed strange to Frostheart that they could still track things by scent when they no longer had lungs, but she supposed that was just one of the things StarClan's hunting grounds did to make them feel comfortable. It would be a huge shock for a new cat to arrive in StarClan and not be able to use any of their senses anymore.

Frostheart came to a stop at the entrance of a small clearing in the forest, ears perked as she reached the end of the scent trail. The pale she-cat glanced around, hoping to catch sight of her half-brother...

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After Frostheart had left StarClan to live again and his niece Storm had passed away, Clearstream had taken to sleeping for a couple moons at a time. He’s still a light sleeper, and his fur gets all ruffled each time a starry foxheart walks by and disturbs his sleep. This time he’s been rather lucky, having gone about two moons without having to wake up… well, until now that is. The great lump of fur is laying atop a large, mostly flat stone when the soft pad of pawsteps jerks him back to alertness. One eye cracks open to look around for the intruder.

His head raises and his ears twitch with confusion as his gaze falls upon a familiar snowy she-cat. Frostheart? Didn’t she like… return to the land of the living? Clearstream’s ears twitch once more with confusion as he looks down at his sister, his emotions remaining as unreadable as usual. He stays silent for the moment, waiting patiently for her to either explain her new situation or for this strange dream to end.

[Meow]

Frostheart's eyes landed on Clearstream as he stirred, letting out a quiet snort of amusement as he looked to her, clearly confused. Frostheart would never like the uneventfulness of StarClan life, but at least she'd have some of her favorite cats around to help her pass the time. She'd really missed Clearstream. "Hey, Clearstream. I came back a bit earlier than expected," Frostheart hummed, sending her brother a small smile. "Frostpaw kicked me out, so... I guess you're stuck with me until Silverfang joins StarClan." Frostheart's eyes softened. "...I guess I'm bad at letting go. I couldn't forget about my family up here in StarClan. You'll still wait with me, right?"

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“You came back a lot earlier than I expected; that or I slept a whole lot longer than I thought I did.” The starry tom glances around, trying to figure out how long he’s been napping for. After a few moments, Clearstream seems to remember that StarClan’s territory never changes and that trying to calculate his time spent napping by looking at his surroundings. He instead turns his gaze back towards Frostheart, amusement on his face as he hears that Frostpaw kicked his big sis out of her body.

His expression softens somewhat as Frostheart confesses that she was unable to let go of her family up here. “I can’t speak for the rest of our family, but I’m honored that you cherish my memory that much. I’ve missed you, sis.” He purrs, a small smile gracing his features.

A slight mischievous glint enters his eyes as Frostheart asks if she can still wait with him. The big tom rolls onto his back, stretching all four legs out at the same time. “Oh, I suppose so. If you insist.” If Frostheart can’t tell that Clear is simply joking by his words or the subtle drawl in his voice that indicates when he’s kidding, then she’ll definitely be able to tell when he suddenly springs to his paws and leaps off the rock towards her. He boops her on the nose with his tail, probably tickling her entire face with his fluff, before taking off running as fast as his sturdy legs will carry him. He calls back over his shoulder. “But only if you can beat me in our little kit game.” He laughs, his laughter surprisingly loud for a cat who rarely does more than softly chuckle. Of course, he’s referring to their game of tag.

[Meow]

Frostheart seemed happy that Clearstream missed her, a quiet purr rumbling in her chest in response. There was something about simply living inside someone else's body that was so... empty. It'd been like she was roleplaying the way young kits do, acting like great warriors of the past... only reversed. She'd been an adult playing a young, innocent kit.

Frostheart would never fully regret coming back to life. Silverfang needed Frostpaw in her life, after all. But Frostheart couldn't understand why she ever thought doing so would make her happier, or make her feel more fulfilled. Instead, Frostheart couldn't help regretting her actions a bit; not only did she cause her StarClan family grief by leaving them behind, but she'd selfishly tried to suppress and manipulate Frostpaw's own desires and emotions. Frostheart never had any business going back to the world of the living.

It was much better for Frostheart to be here with her original family. She couldn't wait to see the smile on Lakeshine's face when she was reunited with her kit.

Frostheart grinned as Clearstream teased her, her own tail beginning to twitch with playful energy as he stretched out. Oh, Frostheart knew that look on her brother's face well. When he pounced and ran his tail along her face, Frostheart let out a giggle, and watched as he quickly moved away from her, challenging her to another game of tag.

Kit mode activated.

Frostheart lashed her tail. "You're on!" Frostheart practically howled back, taking off after him. Her thin but strong legs set her blazing after the tom. Even in StarClan, Frostheart was very small, and her lightweight body put no strain on her legs. As the pair went along, Frostheart raised her head a bit, letting out a joyful yowl at the feeling of the wind rushing through her starry fur. Frostheart then quickened her pace, aiming to close the distance between them.

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Clearstream, while overjoyed to have his sister back (well, as happy as one can be to know that a beloved family member is dead to stay), doesn’t regret saying farewell so that Frostheart could return to the living world for a short while. He can only hope that it gave her some closure in regards to her own death.

For the moment, though, Clear is fully focused on staying ahead of his sister. A stark contrast to the smaller, faster Frostheart, Clearstream is large, lumbering, and while he could probably pin Frost to the ground with one paw, he struggles to even make the game of tag any challenge at all. Well… he kind of fails miserably at making it a challenge. As Frost yowls for joy, Clearstream raises his voice with hers, a happy cry that likely sounds pretty strange coming from the usually serious tom.

Frostheart should be easily able to close the distance between them; it’s a very good thing she is chasing him and not the other way around, since he could likely chase after her for moons if not seasons without making any progress.