This is all from Marvelpaw’s perspective, none of this is from my opinion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Matter ~ (V) Be of importance; have significance ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sky was an ocean, deep and blue and endless. The clouds were huge marine animals silhouetted against the waves. The stars were the current, the swirling spirits of StarClan gently lapping at the horizon. And the moon, the great white orb, was time, forever circling the sky, growing bigger and smaller, forever and ever. Marvelpaw stared at the ocean above her, her eyes glowing in the darkness. Her mind flashed back to her first time swimming… how she had almost drowned twice. And the hawk. She could have died… she /should/ have died. After these very close encounters with death, she couldn’t push these thoughts down anymore. Where would she fit into this ocean when she did die? Would she be the moon, shining brightly, on and on forever? Or would she be a star, dimly twinkling in the background? When she died, who would be sad? Not Ivypaw, nor Marigoldpaw, she supposed, they would be happy she was dead. Her sister might — Cinderpaw, not Dreamingpaw. She still didn’t really know her other sister that well, — and Perry too. Possibly her mentor, Luminaryfable, but she had only met him once, so she didn’t really know. Everyone else would eventually forget her, fading from their memories as if she was a piece of prey. ‘So… only two. /Two cats/ care if I live or die.’ Nonono, this couldn’t be right… But it was. Two cats, only two would care. And even they would eventually forget her, like everyone else. She would be a dim star, one of the smaller ones on the horizon. No. No, she couldn’t bear the thought. She had to matter! She would be a legend. She /had/ to be remembered. She would become the moon. She would make sure of it. ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sigh, the emo teen moons… jk hehe Uh idk ig I will make a art but I have too much to do right now
