A tale of 100 moons. Oh how time had passed. And would continue passing forever. Ghost had come to realize this. Thinking back, to the best of her faulty memory. Tracing it back to 100 moons. 100 moons of life. How that was something to celebrate. But Ghost? Ghost just wanted some peace. Some time to herself. Just to reflect on her life. . . - Being a loner, just living with her mother. Somehow that was fuzzy, yet so clear at the same time. Perhaps the fading scar on her back leg reminded her of that and kept it in her mind. Joining Windclan- kept fresh in her mind every single day when she went to the clans newer camp. Scampermizzle- her ex-mate. Broke up with her, though still a dear friend. Reminded every day by the necklace she had hung up in her den. Swan. Fuzzy, yet not forgotten. The feline who had taken over the clan, and put them in a devastated state. Erohawk and Spiderrame. Her two eldest kits who weren’t with her. Not getting to watch them grow up and live the fullest life they deserved to. Though their older brother Sicariushug still held strong. With kits, a full warrior life, and now medicine cat training, holding up the bloodline of medicine cats in windclan. The journey… How could anyone forget that? Though the cats who were on the boats dwindled day by day, Ghost remembered. The islands, the kraken, the water. The fear that came with it all. A shudder crossed her back as she sat on the dunes. That was something she would rather not remember, but could never forget. No matter how many moons ago that was, she would always remember. Then came the new territories. With the death of her best friend, right away. Acaciasigh. Oh how she missed having her friend around. Being able to gossip and talk and just be able to confide in someone. She bowed her head for a moment. Letting her friend rest in her memory. Shortly after arriving in the new territory for Windclan. Ghost was made deputy. Though not for long was she deputy. As the rebellion against Creamstar happened. Ending in the death of the previous leader, leaving her in a state of confusion and uncertainty. In between that time Ghost had had her second litter of four. Topsy-turvy, Willy-nilly, Story, and Fable. None which she was ever able to get super close to, but loved dearly. Loved more than anything. While all of them were still around, except for Willy-nillywaltz. The short, happy little guy who had a special interest in bugs. And how she missed him and everything he brought. Moons after that litter became warriors, she had finally gotten the hang of being leader. Getting used to the ceremonies and the ways of how to run a clan. She had her third litter in this time, raising them as a single mother as a few moons before hand she broke up with scampermizzle. Fikafrolic and Metanoiasweven. She was closest with these two, watching them grow up, listening and hanging out with them as much as she possibly could. To redeem herself as a mother, being better than ever before. Moons of peaceful things happening, she eventually made up with her “enemy” Since first joining the clan- he was a great guy. He /is/ a great guy. . . Ghost closed her blind eyes taking a breath to herself, now looking up into the moonlight. - They became mates. Had three kits. Phantom, Monarch, and Fernweh. All recently warriors. During that time Ghost was captured for moons. By twolegs. Though when getting home, she became a part time kittypet. Though- that led to the breakup of Ghost and Emberdrift. Her relationship that- that she thought she grew out of. Now the lack of him around. Felt empty. Missing. She closed her eyes, and bowed her head. Small tears forming in her eyes. Grateful tears. Remembering tears. Sad tears. And regretful tears. Small sobs escaping her. Curling her tail up around her paws. Hunching her shoulders over. This happening for a good few minutes. Before calming down. Picking up one of her paws, wiping away the tears left in her eyes. Taking a deep, shaky breath. Standing up, and basking in the moonlight. A light wind blowing through her fur. “I will do better.” She whispered softly, out loud. After sitting down in silence, reflecting on her life for hours. “I miss you all.” She continued, “I will be a better mother. Leader, Friend. And- and I’m sorry Emberdrift.” She whispered quietly. Breathing in. Relaxing all her muscles. Now walking towards the camp. Ready to resume her duties. Ready to be the leader that Windclan deserves.
