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hm so i kinda have this theory on starclan and how cats end up in the dark forest
starclan itself is more than likely kept alive by the memories and energy of the clan cats, as the cats fade as they get older and fade from living memory.
now that being said, what if starclan is also the collective knowledge and memory of clan cats? occasionally starclan will appear to know a lot, but in reality it is simply what all the other cats know. they /might/ know something more if they are paying particular attention to one cat, but they also have to sort through four clans worth of minds and may not pick up on an important detail
so if starclan is a memory bank for the clan cats, perhaps cats get into starclan or the dark forest based on their reputation with the living clans. i’m going to use the infamous ashfur and thistleclaw as an example. nobody, except the three, leafpool, himself, and squirrelflight, knew what he tried to do to them. the rest of the clans thought he was a brave and loyal warrior that was tragically murdered by a rogue or windclan patrol one night. so he ended up in starclan because nobody knew what he had done, and the starclan cats that did probably weren’t able to stop it due to his favorable reputation in the clans
thistleclaw, who didn’t really do anything wrong he was just an hot-headed asshole for his entire existence, probably went to the dark forest as he got the reputation of being an evil cat after his death, as he had originally been in starclan. its possible bluestar changed his reputation enough with her stories to fireheart after his death that he was carted off to the place of no stars.
of course, cats like darkstripe who were known throughout all the clans to be asswipes were tossed into the dark forest without complications.
if this is true its rather interersting, as it means that a cat that was, say, framed for murder and died could end up in the dark forest if all the clans thought he or she did it. which could be a good plot device imo.
This is my new headcanon! I really like this idea. It would also explain why Starclan is a place exclusively for clan cats, and not an all-encompassing “cat heaven.” It’s more of an alternate dimension where memories become physical… Awesome!!
Does that mean that the cats who live in Starclan are just idealized “false” versions of themselves, based on how other clan cats perceived them during their lives? If so, that’s a lot of pressure put on the clan cats; to become who you want to be in the afterlife, you have to be 100% honest with your clanmates and carefully craft your appearance to others. This theory makes the Warrior code all the more important.
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Regulus Black, the loyal son. Regulus Black, the Slytherin. Regulus Black, with grades just good enough to please his mother.
Regulus Black, who keeps his hair neat and is polite at family gatherings. Regulus Black, who does not pick fights, who does not ride a motorcycle, who does not hang out with werewolves or get disowned.
Regulus Black, who Phineas Nigellus keeps an eye on from the portraits on the walls. Regulus Black, who occasionally hears whispers of kindness from random frames, and catches winks and thumbs-ups from oil-painted old men and women as he walks to class.
Regulus Black, who sits through painfully long and dull Slug Club dinners, and writes thank you notes, and attends quidditch matches in the Slytherin bleachers with the right kind of kids.
Regulus Black, who graduates with a freshly healed tattoo on his forearm. Regulus Black, whose brother will not speak to him. Regulus Black, who makes his family proud.
Regulus Black, who lies to his mother when he says he will be staying with friends, who tells her he will take care of himself, with a knot in his stomach and an old necklace in his pocket.
Regulus Black, wandering the British coastline, only Kreacher for company. Regulus Black, angry, disillusioned, miserable. Regulus Black, finally doing something on his own. Regulus Black, disobeying everything he’d ever quietly and mild-manneredly adhered to.
Regulus Black, smearing his blood on the stone door, seeing it, with no reference for it except childhood scraped knees and bloody noses and cracked lips in dry weather. Regulus Black feeling important.Regulus Black, an individual.
Regulus Black taking the boat with Kreacher across the glassy water.
Regulus Black, cold, scared, drinking from the basin. Regulus Black, weakening, writing on a scrap of parchment, sending Kreacher home.
Regulus Black, fighting the undead.
Regulus Black, dead at nineteen.
Regulus Arcturus Black, the unsung hero of the House of Black, never burnt from the family tapestry, never again spoken of by his brother, never buried, never honored. Never remembered as anyone but a good pureblood boy who kept his head down and disappeared.
But he knew.
And Harry knew.
And Kreacher knew.
And maybe that was enough.