"The death of passion" Once upon a dream, a rose bloomed in a flower field. A flower of glass destined to never wilt. A scarecrow gave it to a friend. Once upon a dream, a butterfly was born from the scarecrows heart leaving behind a shadow and a moth. Once upon a dream, a blooming heart joined the scarecrow in its watch over the flower field. Once upon a dream, the song in the wind lowered and grew silent. Once upon a dream, a secret kept safe throughout the steadily aging years wept for the scarecrows coming fate. Once upon a dream, an elder, lasted through the moons with age faltered under the weight of his years. His breaths faltered growing slower and slower darkness crept further and further into his awareness and his internal flame grew colder and colder. He surrounded himself with his loved ones, his friends, his kits, his beloved mate. And as the elder breathed his final breath a kit across the territory opened its eyes for the first time. The great Flame had heard his plea and had granted him mercy, he now had more time, but it came with a price. The great Flame reached inside his soul and burned away his name, his heart. No matter how much he would remember of the past he would never remember the cat he once was. Ardentthought would be nothing but a shadow, an invisible ghost. The vessel would know of his presence but not his name. Ardentthought accepted the trade, though it hurt him so. Sincerity... The last spark of a father, of a soul who couldn't bear to leave this world behind, with all the love inside his heart his soul was reborn, a hollow form veiled in flesh. Free of the lies and insecurities that plagued their predecessor. Made to be pure, wiped clean, an example. Oh how it would live, a burnt out flame inside a vessel of utmost innocence. Sincerity would live a life of wonder. Till the stars, beast or great Flame touched down to claim its soul again. Perhaps they would be a blessing, or perhaps an unraveling, perhaps they would become a tyrant, or an avid believer. Perhaps the great Flame would steal their heart and soul once more and burn them away for good. Sincerity: free from pretense, deceit and hypocrisy. All that was left when the scarecrow finally disappeared into the wind. Its wood splintering its song silent. Brittle from the years the scarecrow smiled with its last gentle breath. It left its bottle necklace to its lover, its spectacles to the Butterflies and finally atop its grave its scarf and earring were left. The charms on its bracelet went to its loved ones.
"A promise." Sincerity's first dream. (Not to be found till 2 moons have passed) In this dream they wandered through fields of flowers, butterflies fluttered into the sky as their paws flattened grass and leaves. Three shadows of static and light played around their paws and a second blur of yellow and red nuzzled them as they traveled together back to camp. They could practically hear the snort of amusement and the muffled warbled voice speaking to them. They stepped back watching a blurry brown Shadow continue with the yellow. They looked beaten down and very tired, confusion lacing their expression. But despite that they still smiled, Sincerity tilted their head in curiosity but despite the familiarity they turned away, playing amidst the butterflies and flowers. The shadows quickly forgotten. Seeing the glistening water of a river they padded close to it with curiosity in their gaze, but before they could touch it with their paw the jaws of their parent clasped their scruff and gently tugged them away. But they still stared at the reflection, a distant feeling of horror crossing their gaze. "That's not my face..." As they were gently plopped into their nest they wrapped their tail around their paws their eyes wide as they examined it. The distinctly darker tip made their breath hitch- "Wasn't it Brown?" Their paws looked wrong, wasn't there a scar? But they only saw bone markings on the left front paw. "This isn't my body..." But before they could question it further fire swept through their thoughts and the questions shriveled and faded away. This was their body, why wouldn't it be? The fire comforted them and they felt their eyes slowly close, they awoke in the nursery again. The spark of a playful kit filling their eyes once more. No trace of the elders soul trapped within the body of a child. "This wasn't my wish..."
