The first cat, a short she-cat with a seemingly dark red shimmer to her frame, broken star symbols scattered around her pelt, began to run around Smudgeshadow. “Bubba this cat is so silly!” the dark cat purrs with delight. The other cat, a large light-beamed tom with red eyes, sighed in annoyance. “Sister, leave the poor one alone. He is nervous, trembling like a fawn.” “Hello, young Smudgeling. We are the representations of the present. I am Obsidianflare, that is my sister Pumiceprice. I am the guardian of the present starclan, she is that of the dark forest. We are here to discuss the state of your present.” “you’re a MESS, Smudge-sweetie!” giggled out Pumiceprice who swirled her body over to stand beside her brother. “I know..I-I just want to know how to be a better me in the present. I-I talked to Basalticblaze! They said that you could help me... I-I want to know what is wrong with me! I-I can’t... I just” “Yeah, we know, Smudgeshadow. We’ve seen your situation in examples” Obsidian interrupted; he sighs. “You’re not in tune with your being, aren’t you? You need us to help you discover what changes you can make now?” Pumiceprice smirks Smudgeshadow’s eyes sparkled, he smiles brightly and his tail pricks up a little. He was so excited to find out. . . “I-ok. . what do you want me to do?” “list what you feel.” “we’ll try to help!” the twins spoke, Obsidian then Pumice. “Okay. . . uhm, so. . .” Smudgeshadow swallowed before sitting down pristinely before staring down at his paws and thinking. “I-I. . I’ve been how I am for a while. I see people go by things rather than just . . masculine or feminine things. I know that I am supposed to be masculine, but I don’t feel that way! I just. . I want to know what to do, Pumiceprice, Obsidianflare, it feels so wrong to feel other people call me masculine terms when those identifying pronouns make me feel small. I’ve been hiding in myself for so long that I don’t know how to identify myself honestly.” Obsidianflare looks from his sister to Smudgeshadow, the starcat shifted on his paws as he thought. “Your identity, but pronoun wise?” he inquires “Yes, exactly. . . “ Momo nods, his throat tightened with hope. . could these two help him? Pumiceprice smirks and stands up, lifting Smudge’s chin with her paw; “you are an interesting one, but follow us. We cannot show you what is the best, but we can offer you partials.” Smudgeshadow nods and stands up, following behind the twins like a lost puppy begging for scraps of assistance. . . . Streaming colors of starlight began to swirl in a stream as smudgeshadow followed these two, the darker colors followed Pumice while the lighter ones followed Obsidian. They were perfectly dynamic for siblings, he admired it. He wished he could have that with his sister, but she was gone.
Pumiceprice began; “We’ve seen many people like you, the present is always changing. And we have seen good and evil people pass by. It is always hilarious, but you know – it’s always different. “You show signs of disconnect to being entirely masculine, most people would misplace that and say that you are simply transgender. But we see what you truly feel.” Obsidian nodded along, his gaze drifted from his sister to Smudgeshadow. “We can inform you with many different identities, but we believe you may like one the most. Omnigender, you show the most application towards it. You don’t have to go by every pronoun, identify as every gender, but you can apply what you wish and how you want. Genderfluid also applies, you frequently change from feeling feminine to void constantly, we’ve seen it before.” “There’s a term for it?” Smudge exclaimed with wide eyes, “I could. . . I could be whatever I want? Whenever I want?” Momo whispers with hushed surprise. He’d never been told that he could be anything but he Smudgeshadow had never asked, either. He can be a she? Can she be an it? Can it be a they? They can be everything? “But . . . How do I say it? I-I’m scared, Obsidianflare, Pumiceprice. I can barely talk to anyone but two people!” Momo said with a small squeak in his – no, HER voice. She could be who she wanted to be. It could be who it wanted to be. They can be what they say they are. Fae are a capable cat, aren’t fae? A cloud of clarity came upon faer body, and she couldn’t help but smile. Seeing these cats who helped them – Basalticblaze, Andesiticcharge (who did make her feel like a mess), Obsidianflare, Pumiceprice, they all helped her. He didn’t have to be a he. He could be a she. She was now a they They were now who they were. “Omnigender. . . I-“ Smudgeshadow choked back a sob, paws going over faer eyes. “thank you, all of you.” They cried in joy. . . . They woke up again in their nest in the warrior den, she couldn’t help but sigh in relief. The confusion began to die down. It was so relieved to be back. ``I need to find Ardentthought`` it thought ``Papa will help me announce it.`` continued Omnigender . . . maybe this new identity will be fit like a glove. - - - - - END OF SRP
