[ti]Private[/ti]Two Moms, chilling in a fire

[Mama]

Just another... Bland, boring, gray day in this miserable wasteland. Shadespirit was growing tired of this place, and she wasn't surprised that the insane grew even more insane here. And not only that, the ones who lived here weren't exactly colorful either. {I never thought I'd say this, but I miss flowers. Even the ones with the stupid bees.} She thought, the tip of her tail twitching as she laid on her back.


However, nearby noise caught her attention, and knowing that the majority here were probably murders (she wasn't excluded from that catagory), she didn't want to be caught unaware. And they didn't smell alive, unfortunately. With a groan, she flipped herself to her paws, before glancing around nervously and then towards the source of the noise. 

Who... Who was there?

[Ava]

Leafeyes wasn't ready. One moment ago, she had been with her daughter, holding on to life like... she, well, literally was holding onto life by a loose grasp. Her daughter, her poor, sobbing, terrified daughter- she hoped she was okay. That was all she wanted. When she opened her eyes, however, she was disappointed to find that no, she had not been saved. She was not in MistClan. There were no familiar scents here, no friendly cats, none of her kits, no Redbird. Just darkness. For a few moments, all she knew was darkness, until the air cleared a little bit and she could squint to make out figures and trees. The canopy above blocked the sun entirely, leaving nothing but shadows beneath.

This was it. She was never going to see her daughter again, her pure, innocent, young daughter. No, she was not in StarClan. She was down in the depths beneath, in the dark forest. Rarely was this place spoken of, but elder tales as a kit had told her of the place opposite of StarClan, where murderers and horrible cats went when they died. She, Leafeyes, had been a murderer in her days. Only two lives at her paws, neither of them justified or morally right. She would never see her family again, her perfect brothers and perfect father who died too soon. Her kittens, her perfect little daughter and three perfect sons. Nor would she ever see Redbird again... the handsome tom who happened to father her kits, who was so innocent that he had fallen in love with a wretched cat like her when she was young. She knew she was imperfect, but she never knew she deserved this fate. Hadn't she been through enough? Hadn't she redeemed her life, became a better person than her younger self, found a way to cope with her anger? 

Apparently not. And right now, she scented another cat, another bad one. She was bad, too. Everyone who went here was bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. That's all she could think of. Everything was bad. Everyone was bad. For the rest of eternity, the only label she'd be known as was bad. Not a mother or a mate or a warrior. Bad. Apparently she had to find other bad people and try to not be as bad with them at her side. Perhaps if StarClan found her being not so bad, she would go to the not so bad place of StarClan. She doubted it, though. She couldn't get her hopes up. Getting her hopes up was bad.