TW: death The clouds felt like they surrounded Fogpaw, a chilling epiphany rushing in clouds head while all he could see were falling leaves. Everything felt like a joke that shadow didn't find funny. Mist wanted to laugh. Starclan... the 'wonderful' paradise where the 'good' cats went. What even were good cats? The cats who die far too early? The cats who get attacked by wild beasts? Bonekit was gone forever and even Fog knew that. The still-living cats were like bugs and the magnifying glass was Starclan... killing cats for fun. Bone, Morel, Bay, all cats that were close enough to Fog for him to call friends; Starclan had ripped them all from clouds grasp. Shadow was sinking, sinking deeper into the sand. The hatred of the 'gods' above settling into hazes heart.
@sweetnectar-- for the help w/ changes
