It had been seven months since her death. Seven months! She could not believe it. She was content here, and had everything she could ever want. Her best friend was here as well as her parents and friends she'd lost during her life as a living cat. But she wasn't, not really, happy. Sure she had friends and family but she did not have the thing she wanted most. Her children. Yes, it was a bit greedy of her, but she missed them. She hardly knew them. All she could do was watch them and it caused her heart to twist in all sorts of painful ways. She had met Blackpaw, her son and the medicine cat apprentice of ThunderClan, once since her death at his StarClan ceremony. Why she had hosted it! She had been happy then, but not since. She could only painfully watch as they lived their lives. They would never know her, at least not until they died. But that could be years from now. And she thought seven months was hard! And her mate, her loving Cranefly... She did not know of his whereabouts. For whatever reason she could never find him from her view in StarClan. Either he had lost his faith in StarClan after her death and walked different skies or wandered far beyond StarClan's eyes. Both were heart wrenching to think about.

That wasn't even all of it.

The she-cat crouched amongst the tall grass, her chartreuse irises never leaving the figure of the grey squirrel. It made her think of her adventurous and spontaneous daughter, Squirrelpaw. Her heart seemed chip a little more. She cleared her mind and locked her gaze on it once more, but her thoughts were still clouded. It too glittered with starlight as it searched the bases of the trees, its bushy tail flopping like a wad of fresh moss at the end of its slender body.

She wasn't the greatest hunter, for she had been a medicine cat, as her son was. But she had learned. Her spindly tail hovered above the ground, twitching thoughtfully as she planned her attack. The squirrel dashed into the open grass, nibbling on a seed. Seeing this as her chance she raced forward, her muscles pumping powerfully as she tore across the earth. Though she was dead she could still build her muscle and strength! She leaped, landing rather clumsily upon the squirrel. It screeched in terror as she sunk her pearly fangs into its jugular, ripping the soft blood and freeing the blood in which it pumped. She stood with a pant, her claws, as incandescent as the stars on her body, dabbed with blood. Placing a paw on the squirrel she took a step back, tears welling in her eyes as she cast a glance down at the squirrel, lying limp upon the reddening grass. This isn't me, she told her herself. She had been a medicine cat. She could not kill, not even prey, without her face and heart twisting in regret. She did not want to ask others to do her hunting, the spirits here had been good in their lives but that didn't mean they couldn't whisper about her, about her being.. weak. She may have been a medicine cat but she had pride.

Still, killing was not her, nor would it ever be. This was her life, here, in StarClan. She would hopefully grow stronger someday so that the regret grew less everytime she tore her claws across the throat of an innocent.

My former character, Rootwhisker, who was roleplayed on a site called Kugyay. This is surviving after her death.
I made another Rootpaw/whisker who is an entirely different character just with the same name and design.
But I am very proud of this, enjoy!