‘ distant apocalypse ‘ / soli srp

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tw. mentions of death and lots and lots of fire and destruction and stuff. this is about the calamity so it’s probably to be expected but , yknow excuse the fact this was 57273646 centuries late. I have terrible motivation. This canonically takes place like a few hours after the boats leave // so, tell me. starclan. if you and your thousands of cats reduced to nothing but bundles of blurry, starry wings and paws i see flying by in dreams- knew that all everyone ever knew and cherished was going to be burned to a crisp by layers of lava and smoke indiscriminately decimating everything they touch- would you have at least said something? are you too busy existing in fleeting moments, your head in the clouds, basking in a past you can’t decide whether you want to return to or not? would you have stood there when, with embers crackling against the paws of those trying to save their clanmate, the sky was dyed bloody gray and red, as if to match the colors that would pour out of the poor, unsuspecting felidae whose paw was not swift enough? did you apologize when they woke up in darkness, now winged and starry like you? or did you just say ‘welcome’ and walk away from the growing masses of the fallen, left to aimlessly taint your oh-so-holy land with their dirty, ash-covered, burnt paws while you look on in disgust? Or would you have done something? Would you have sympathized with the ones who just barely made it, fire running up their soft pelt and leaving them a fearful husk? Had one of you been there before? Is there some good left in you uncaring angels up above? Is there some good left in the medic who couldn’t save an elder and had to let a random twoleg, unfamiliar and tall, properly patch them up while he stood there shaking and licking his teeny wounds- is there some good left in this whole world, small and doomed? Is there good in this vast sea, gently splashing against this silent beast swimming to where it hoped was home? I don’t think there’s much bad, really. Just.. uncaring, silent, watchful and idle, letting things happen without making a change. Even if I’ve been guilty of that a few times, before and after I became a medic. I’ve told myself there’s room to start again, and I have. Littlekit, Littlepaw, Littlefinch- all of those names are artifacts now buried under ash with my old home. An apocalypse so distant.. I wonder if Noodle’s okay.. ..I just want to see a familiar smile again, one that isn’t forced, one with his warmth. Even if to it, it might be impossible.. it didn’t like boats, did it? The blood-red sky over the Vast Planes, now burning, is just barely visible over the horizon, and I feel strangely at ease. As long as I have the ones I trust- my breaths are shaky, my apologies; I’m just hoping Noodle’s alright- I think I can find a way to help change hurt a little less. I still miss them.. Mel, Sonny, Rin.. my beloved siblings, even if we didn’t talk much, especially towards…I’m losing track of what I want to say, but I think it’s going to be alright. I can keep changing. Starting over. But still remembering.