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Instructions

That was it. Wasn’t it? Fatefracture’s time in Urchinclan was waning. It was embarrassing that she couldn’t find the energy in herself to fight very much. To make a case that would turn things right again, because as far as anybody knew is this clan, things /were/ right. Well. Not everybody. Her students… They knew the truth. She made sure of that. If she could just… just… “Talk with them,” she whispered under her labored breaths. One last time under the cool sands and the whirling winds that had accompanied her during her time in Urchinclan. Her /life/. It was going to be over one way or another, might as well make something last. The wounded she-cat took a moment to gather all of them, using her self-taught stealth to be able to slink past any possibly antagonistic figures. Seeing that she got enough of them interested, she began to pad towards the border. The unknown fields and streams. The nameless trees and flowers. Where she would stay. “My students.” She began, taking a moment to regard all of them with a slow turn of the head and a nod. Taking in what she had built. All of these wonderful, wonderful cats.. Independent. But not free. Not like they should be. Fate let out a shuttered breath. “You may be wondering what has happened. From our Gathering to now. My exile.” She was going to tell them the truth. The whole truth. They deserved it. “My lessons have been neglectful, I have found. They didn’t show the real truth of what you were getting into… /I/ was misguided. This clan isn’t simply sinking. It is drowning.” “I was walking around camp, as I feel that a lot of us do. Squirrelstar asks me to follow her into her den, and I oblige. I assumed it was about our last Gathering together. She was going to give me an earful, and then I would be on my way. Silliness with dyes and paints.. Shouldn’t have brought down the insanity that spilled from our leader.” With a grunt, the warrior settled down into a sitting position, her stomach - and the long, deep scar that ran across it - on display. Still fresh.. Still stinging.. Raw. “She told me. Her followers murdered Fortunefiasco. She was going to murder me. That we were traitors.. Parasites.. I was able to escape, but..” Fate let out a harsh sigh - a breath that she was holding. Fortune… “Is this really what we want in a leader? One that picks her own clanmates from the clearing and murders them in cold blood? One that spills the blood of warriors that hadn’t spilt any blood themselves? One that couldn’t stop the starvation of her people. One caused the minds of this generation to buckle under the worsening of our education? One that is a traitor that tries to throw the word around to get the title off of her own back?” “Are we going to let her dirty her pretty leader paws in the common cat’s blood while she sits on her Highrock and calls another arena? Or possibly make another rank favoring the well-fed and educated?” She had to take a second to stop - the passion, the volume, of her words causing her chest to burn wildly. Oh… “We..” No. No, it wasn’t had. “..have a beautiful thing. A grand foundation. Our eyes, our eyes - our senses are opened. We can continue to make this a beautiful thing. And not just that. The right thing. But only if we fight for it.” “I call for you guys to not simply think of me. I was able to get out. Think of our fallen. Fortunefiasco. Hazedaydream. Think of the cats that /will/ fall if we continue to have a cat like that in authority.” “Power to the people. Free will to all. Please don’t forget it.” With those words, and a bright smile on her face, she turned and began to pad away. Had she stuck around, she was unsure of the kind of reaction she was going to get. It wasn’t worth the ache, anyways. She hoped to see her students again. She had to get them out of here.. She had to.