*:･ﾟ What do you want me to say? *:･ﾟ Stars #2000

[Centipedes]

entry for stars #2000!
Do not post please!

My post !

Overall theming is based off my own problems with helplessness, desperation and transgender dysphoria.

[Centipedes]

"Why me? Why did starclan have to choose me to carry the burden of a thousand cats? Why am I responsible for the death and suffering of every cat I come to know?
I am not fit for this role and there is absolutely no way to escape this fate."

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Many moons ago the presence of starclan and the warriors began to diminsih within the woods, causing starclan to step in and steer the fate of the clans. Appointing six mages to rule the forest, they are starclan's chosen soldiers set out to care for the clans and tend to them like budding flowers. They create structure and balance, only they have the answers to carry on the warrior code to the next generation of clan cats. Each were gifted a talent unlike those of any other cats to assist them in their purpose.
Noble, strong and fearless, they are our protectors.

I am none of those things, yet I am Argyle, the Mage of Fate.

Starclan has cursed me with a third eye, the ability to see the fate of the cats around me. I've seen sacred things not meant for the eyes of anybody else, I've witnessed the deaths of my clanmates a hundred times over. I've watched the clans break out in wars I could've prevented.

I am too meek and quiet, I am a pushover. My words are taken as if they were spoken out of a kits. Constantly dismissed and ignored. I have the power in my paws to change a cat's fate yet I don't have the voice to disrupt the music.

The lack of my character torments me in every waking moment. The spirits of my dead clanmates come down to speak to me almost as if they are mocking me, guilt tripping me for what I could've done to have them still next to me in flesh. Their muzzles sprawled with cruel smirks and banter between one another.

I've attempted to stop my leader from going into a unnecessary battle as I knew she would return with one less life yet my objection was met with claws raked against my muzzle. I cannot reason with cats who are already set in their ways as my words hold no power. Even if I am proven right, I've never earned any respect as my vessel is not one worthy of such. I am stuck in the body of a helpless pleading whining kit and that is what I'll always be to my court.

I'm desperate for change, I just wish I could change my own fate. Tell starclan I am not meant to be the mage of fate ! A mute cat does not have the capability to hold this power as it has gone to waste.

[464 words]

[Centipedes]

What do you
want me to say?
- dismemberment
plan

Looking out for you
- Joy again

Is there a place I can go
-Trudy and the romance

[Centipedes]

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[Centipedes]

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credit to nerdy-pixel-girl on DA for star pixel !
image below is official warrior cats art