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I want to hear their stories, normally all we heard is the present.

But those of old’s claw marks are here too right?

I want to hear their stories.

I may not have the power to hear their voices,

I may never know their full story.

But…

I want to know them.

We’re they a young kit,

An apprentice,

A warrior doing whatever job they liked best,

Or an old cat who is no longer with us?

What was the story they left behind?

Were they a traitor,

Someone who fought until their dying breath,

A chief,

A monarch,

Someone wanting attention,

Or a nobody who will fade with time?

Will they share my fate?

Will I share theirs?

What is the story I will leave behind?

My only hope…

Is that I do something that is worthwhile.

That I am not worthless…

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Upon being told Mousepaw could climb the roost, she began by walking around the tree. The safer, more used, paths were clear to tell apart from the more risky ones. But she hung by the bottom of the tree rubbing her face on the roots and base of the tree. She was mumbling something to herself, in a voice so quiet no one could really tell what she was saying. Once satisfied with this she trotted to the base of the tree beginning to climb. Any large claw marks she would pause and rub her face against with her eyes closed. After a moment or two she would continue up the tree. Taking her time, Mousepaw climbed. Trying to visit as many branches as she could, rubbing over as many claw marks. Slow and steady. Still she climbed. Eventually she was in the canopy of the leaves on the roost, but she didn’t stop her actions, until reaching the top. Over looking a portion of Safe Haven, she simply sat there. Tail curling around her paws, she surveyed the area. Large green eyes taking in the sights of the setting sun, how the grass shifted from a brilliant green to almost a dusty orange.

Watching the wall fade from grey to a darker grey, she simply sat seemingly entranced by the sight that laid before her. Eventually she closed her eyes listening to the wind, the only audible words unheard by those on the ground came out of her mouth “That I am not worthless…” she whispered.

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Admin Ping: Riveriia and Brayd-Gerard

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Kind of a simple piece, quite reflective for Mousepaw. The top part is what Mousepaw was mumbling to herself. No references to anyone in particular except one I can’t seem to find: I think it was when Skinner arrived someone climbed into the roost by the Monarchs to get everyone’s attention for some reason? I might be thinking of something else, but I do remember Hopflight saying “Please don’t do that.” Or something to that extent.

Description

I want to hear their stories, normally all we heard is the present.

But those of old’s claw marks are here too right?

I want to hear their stories.

I may not have the power to hear their voices,

I may never know their full story.

But…

I want to know them.

We’re they a young kit,

An apprentice,

A warrior doing whatever job they liked best,

Or an old cat who is no longer with us?

What was the story they left behind?

Were they a traitor,

Someone who fought until their dying breath,

A chief,

A monarch,

Someone wanting attention,

Or a nobody who will fade with time?

Will they share my fate?

Will I share theirs?

What is the story I will leave behind?

My only hope…

Is that I do something that is worthwhile.

That I am not worthless…

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Upon being told Mousepaw could climb the roost, she began by walking around the tree. The safer, more used, paths were clear to tell apart from the more risky ones. But she hung by the bottom of the tree rubbing her face on the roots and base of the tree. She was mumbling something to herself, in a voice so quiet no one could really tell what she was saying. Once satisfied with this she trotted to the base of the tree beginning to climb. Any large claw marks she would pause and rub her face against with her eyes closed. After a moment or two she would continue up the tree. Taking her time, Mousepaw climbed. Trying to visit as many branches as she could, rubbing over as many claw marks. Slow and steady. Still she climbed. Eventually she was in the canopy of the leaves on the roost, but she didn’t stop her actions, until reaching the top. Over looking a portion of Safe Haven, she simply sat there. Tail curling around her paws, she surveyed the area. Large green eyes taking in the sights of the setting sun, how the grass shifted from a brilliant green to almost a dusty orange.

Watching the wall fade from grey to a darker grey, she simply sat seemingly entranced by the sight that laid before her. Eventually she closed her eyes listening to the wind, the only audible words unheard by those on the ground came out of her mouth “That I am not worthless…” she whispered.

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Admin Ping: Riveriia and Brayd-Gerard

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Kind of a simple piece, quite reflective for Mousepaw. The top part is what Mousepaw was mumbling to herself. No references to anyone in particular except one I can’t seem to find: I think it was when Skinner arrived someone climbed into the roost by the Monarchs to get everyone’s attention for some reason? I might be thinking of something else, but I do remember Hopflight saying “Please don’t do that.” Or something to that extent.