NOTICE: this is told from the perspective of Monarchmorphean, so faer opinions do not completely reflect my own. Her pronouns are she/fae, both of which are irreversible (ex; I would do both, She walked around camp and Fae walked around camp). also, visit here for more insight of what happened to get a better understanding of where Monnie is coming from; https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/31350649/comments/#comments-215843257 https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/31350649/comments/#comments-216082261 - - - - Monarchmorphean had darted away from Woolgatherhwimsy, not even returning a glance behind faer. She was trembling as fae ran, shaking violently as she let out bubbling formations of sobs. Her whole body seemed to collapse at the location where Mags and faer resided before the horrid attack. Fae would recollect the events that had occurred; first she had met Moonbeam, portraying faerself as being closed-off, to instantly friendly—he just had that effect. Then he ran up the tree, she hadn’t remembered why, but he had done it. Next thing she knew fae was watching the stars with him, slumbering peacefully afterwards. It was only after fae had realized it was that tree her and Corn-snakecatastrophe had fell asleep under, watching the stars. Corny had a genuine, toothy grin, the same playful one Woolgather had expressed. Maybe Woolgatherwhimsy was a reincarnation of Corn-snakecastrophe… No, that would be inaccurate, there was no such thing. Starclan was too cruel to allow it even. She couldn’t dwell on the thought for too long, even though fae had already failed such attempt. Her hues swung around with heavy efforts as she heard rustling in the nearby foliage, and a mouse scurried down the run. Monnie soon ignored it, before realizing something. If fae saw corn-snakecatastrophe everywhere she went; in the red flowers, in the movements of the wind, the glimmering crystals, each genuine smile, and more, maybe- just maybe Starclan was everywhere. Starclan wasn’t to help you with answers, rather help you when you needed it. You only saw the purest when you seemed like you couldn’t see anything else. That was what blinded you; everything else. The things starclan gave weren’t the genuine smiles, but rather the soft smile. They didn’t give the flowers, but rather the luscious scent and beautiful colors. Starclan didn’t provide the sun, but rather the fuzzy warmth that filtered through your heart. It was everywhere, you just needed to look. Monnie would begin to shudder, swearing to never love again. Fae wouldn’t leap into something that hurt so bad the last time. If anything, she needed to love faerself first. ||’ “ I solemnly swear; by the heart of mine, along with the pelt that I maintain, that I will never love again, for the last time I ever /attempted/ to, the risk was far too great for my own doing. Thank you for hearing me. “ ‘|| She sniffed, wiping off a trickling tear and returning to the camp of Windclan.
