StarClan Territory

[BEAR.]

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[Gusty]

(First! Suspiciousmindz : there's no StC dreams forum topic, so Ima post here.)
Heatherbird's jaw lowered to the ground as she heard Cobraspirit's echoing words. The fragments of his sentences still replayed in her mind: "...news that you may not wish to hear." The tom's tone was gentle, but had a note of honesty in them. A cruel kind of honesty that would break the queen's heart into pieces.
What news was there to learn? One of Frogspirit, her past mate? One of her destiny? One of her kit's destinies? The news must be ugly enough to trouble Cobraspirit and whisk her into a dream.
But of course she would want to hear the news. No matter how cruel it could be, fate was going to happen, and she might as well hear it sooner than later. Opening her mouth to answer, though, was another story. A brief hesitation played on the molly's lips, and she half-stuttered out the response. "I-I'm ready to hear it."

[SuspiciousMindz]

The starry ebony tom-cat dipped his head towards Heatherbird, giving her a long look before he decided to continue. If he were to give the news before she was bound to wake up, it would have to be now. With a deep breath Cobraspirit braced himself for her reaction. "I don't wish to trouble you or upset you in anyway. It is Starclan's will that we must soon have Patchkit join our ranks," The tom-cat paused allowing her to take that information in. He understood what it meant to lose a brother, but for a queen to lose a kit... that was something he'd never understand. "Patchkit may not have a chance to be a warrior, but I promise I'll take good care of him here in the stars," Cobraspirit finished. His voice never cracked or hesitated. It may be heartbreaking to say, but the ebony feline would rather Heatherbird know and be prepared than allow her to lose a kit overnight... whenever that may be.

[Gusty]

Heatherbird listened to Cobraspirit's words, and felt her throats draw tight with each statement. She could hardly breath; it was like she was suffocating. "W-w-what?" The queen asked. It was more of a statement than a question, and she didn't allow the StarClan warrior to answer. "Why him...?" Her words were quiet and serious. She already convinced herself-a mere five minutes ago- that Patchkit would survive. It must have been fate that the exact opposite would happen.
Fate, cruel fate. The queen could almost feel her heart break into a million pieces. "Patchkit is so young." She sobbed, trying her hardest to have control over her emotions. "He shouldn't pass away so early. This is so cruel." Her eyes blinked back the formation of tears.
Her mind relished a memory of Patchkit suckling her; the way his little heart pounded; the way he squirmed every so often. She never believed that these things would be so important to her. Soon enough, all of it would be gone. Whisked away like the wind.

[SuspiciousMindz]

"Oh Heatherbird," The ebony tom-cat began to speak. He wasn't sure how to comfort her, although within the moments she took to react, he had moved closer to her, resting his tail upon her shoulders gently and letting her grieve. Although Patchkit was still laying in the nest when she would wake up. He didn't mention it, not wanting her to snap on him, although he'd understand if she did. Cobraspirit was quite surprised that the she-cat hadn't asked a whirl or questions or denied it. That was normally the case.

The starry warrior gave Heatherbird a soft lick on her ear before drawing away. A sort of mist formed around his paws and he knew it was time for Heatherbird to leave. She was waking up and he couldn't stop her. "Please try to understand Heatherbird. I mean not to hurt you," the tom-cat paused, aware that his figure was beginning to fade into the territory. "Frogspirit will help you through this," Cobraspirit promised with sadness clouding his yellow hues. "Spend time with Patchkit now, he loves your attention more than you know,"

Cobraspirit's outline faded away. The last to disappear were his yellow hues and the white star on his chest. The starry warrior was gone.

[To The Nursery Now?]

[Gusty]

{Ok. I'll post in the nursery.}

[sNazzy]

(Yeah, lets just post here for dreams.) "Hello, mom." he said with a weird sort of calmness. This place gave him such a feeling of wiseness and tranquility. "Do not worry, Olivestone. Treesight has taught me much. I am okay. Take care of the others, for you only have so much time with them.'

[Ag75 -- GONE]

(Yeah, lets just post here for dreams.) "Hello, mom." he said with a weird sort of calmness. This place gave him such a feeling of wiseness and tranquility. "Do not worry, Olivestone. Treesight has taught me much. I am okay. Take care of the others, for you only have so much time with them.'
Tree sight stood back and watched as the young kit spoke to his mother. She nodded approvingly at him.

[Hexict]

Zero to Hero

Perking her ears as she heard the tom greet her and her orbs opened again. Mistpaw turned to look at Royalwatcher, the first thing she took in was his sleepy appearance. She gave him a small amused smile at the sight. "I'm sorry for bothering you," she mewed. The apprentice hesitated for a moment and knew that she should continue and probably talk about her reasons for coming to Starclan and wishing to speak with Royalwatcher. "D-did you see the fight?" She didn't bother to specify - there had only been one fight that she was a part of since she last saw her starry mentor. Despite not wanting to talk about it, Mistpaw knew that it was probably best if she did. And Royalwatcher was probably the best person to talk to about it.

[Zero]

Zero to Hero

Perking her ears as she heard the tom greet her and her orbs opened again. Mistpaw turned to look at Royalwatcher, the first thing she took in was his sleepy appearance. She gave him a small amused smile at the sight. "I'm sorry for bothering you," she mewed. The apprentice hesitated for a moment and knew that she should continue and probably talk about her reasons for coming to Starclan and wishing to speak with Royalwatcher. "D-did you see the fight?" She didn't bother to specify - there had only been one fight that she was a part of since she last saw her starry mentor. Despite not wanting to talk about it, Mistpaw knew that it was probably best if she did. And Royalwatcher was probably the best person to talk to about it.

Royalwatcher shook his head at her first few words. "It's fine, totally fine," He meowed, sitting and beginning to groom his pelt. The warrior paused, though, when the she-cat almost immediately brought up the fight she had had with her brother. He hadn't expected her to bring it up so soon. "Yeah, I saw," He responded cautiously, not knowing what she really expected him to say. "I saw everything, the arguing, the physical portion, everything." The tom sat up straight, leaning back on his haunches a bit. "Just so you know, I'm not particularly mad at you or anything. I'm proud that you resisted your previous training." He brought his gaze up to meet hers, his eyes curious. "But, talk to me. Tell me your feelings on the matter."

[Hexict]

There seemed to be a look of disappointment upon her face as she looked towards the ground with her ears acutely flattening as he claimed that he had seen the whole thing. She had expected him to something other than the fact that he was proud of her - hearing this surprised her. The apprentice glance back up at him with widened orbs. Is he serious? Why would he be proud? So what I showed restraint, I sill attacked Aspenmask! Though Mistpaw viewed it best not to openly judge Royalwatcher's words. She returned her pale gaze towards the ground when he started to question her about he feelings towards the event. Well... I'm upset I let myself get dragged in that far by Aspenmask, and I'm upset I almost killed him without thinking. And I'm scared because of that, like I'm going to fall back into that darkness and Deathstalker will be waiting for me - saying that he knew I'd return. As he thoughts started to darken, she shut her eyes tight and felt like she was going to cry though she was able to hold back the tears. After she started to calm down - but remained shaking slightly - she decided that she didn't want to tell him all of that. "I don't know," she muttered pathetically.

[Zero]

There seemed to be a look of disappointment upon her face as she looked towards the ground with her ears acutely flattening as he claimed that he had seen the whole thing. She had expected him to something other than the fact that he was proud of her - hearing this surprised her. The apprentice glance back up at him with widened orbs. Is he serious? Why would he be proud? So what I showed restraint, I sill attacked Aspenmask! Though Mistpaw viewed it best not to openly judge Royalwatcher's words. She returned her pale gaze towards the ground when he started to question her about he feelings towards the event. Well... I'm upset I let myself get dragged in that far by Aspenmask, and I'm upset I almost killed him without thinking. And I'm scared because of that, like I'm going to fall back into that darkness and Deathstalker will be waiting for me - saying that he knew I'd return. As he thoughts started to darken, she shut her eyes tight and felt like she was going to cry though she was able to hold back the tears. After she started to calm down - but remained shaking slightly - she decided that she didn't want to tell him all of that. "I don't know," she muttered pathetically.

Royalwatcher instantly noticed the surprised and slightly confused look of Mistpaw's face after he had spoken, his watchful gaze always seeming to pick up those types of details. He questioned what he had said wrong and opened his mouth to clarify. "I mean, it's not easy to resist falling into old instincts. The fact that you had attacked him, I'm not proud of that. I'm happy that you stopped yourself in time, that you didn't go through with... you know, seriously hurting him." The older tom's eyes widened a bit when Mistpaw suddenly looked as if she was going to cry, and sputtered out a weak, 'I don't know,' in response to his question. However, instead of doing what most would expect and comforting her, he just sat up straighter and cleared his throat. "Look at me," His voice was still calm. "Stop feeling bad for yourself. You attacked your brother. Siblings fight, I used to fight with my brother all the time, it got physical all the time. You could have killed him, but you didn't do that. Take responsibility for your mistake, and dont run from it. You feel guilty now, and you know what? Those feelings will help you to remember not to do it again."

[Hexict]

Upon his clarification, the young molly winced a bit when he pointed out that she hadn't tried to kill him - though had used different. She wished that she could go back in time and prevent herself from getting into that fight with Aspenmask. In fact, it might be even better if she had never left Riverclan in the first place... but she had her reasons for leaving, and wasn't sure if she would actually change whether she wouldn't left or not anyway. Mistpaw looked up as Royalwatcher spoke again, stating that she had to stop feeling bad for herself. That she should allow her guilt to prevent her from doing something like that again. He made sense, and she could understand what he was saying. He shouldn't have to use killing to show that I've improved, the molly thought, knowing that it was pretty bad when that was the comparison. Yet, she did take in his words and gave him a nod. "I-I understand," Mistpaw mewed softly.

She turned away fora moment, her thoughts swirling around her mind. She couldn't really put her thoughts together and think of something to say. The apprentice's fur was heating up with the conversation directed towards her misguided action towards her brother. Mistpaw's pale orbs blinked when they caught some of the starry bushes and remembered the Starclan stream. "I learned to catch fish," she stated sheepishly, feeling even more awkward and embarrassed as she attempted to change the subject. The grey and silver apprentice turned back towards her mentor again.

[Zero]

Upon his clarification, the young molly winced a bit when he pointed out that she hadn't tried to kill him - though had used different. She wished that she could go back in time and prevent herself from getting into that fight with Aspenmask. In fact, it might be even better if she had never left Riverclan in the first place... but she had her reasons for leaving, and wasn't sure if she would actually change whether she wouldn't left or not anyway. Mistpaw looked up as Royalwatcher spoke again, stating that she had to stop feeling bad for herself. That she should allow her guilt to prevent her from doing something like that again. He made sense, and she could understand what he was saying. He shouldn't have to use killing to show that I've improved, the molly thought, knowing that it was pretty bad when that was the comparison. Yet, she did take in his words and gave him a nod. "I-I understand," Mistpaw mewed softly.

She turned away fora moment, her thoughts swirling around her mind. She couldn't really put her thoughts together and think of something to say. The apprentice's fur was heating up with the conversation directed towards her misguided action towards her brother. Mistpaw's pale orbs blinked when they caught some of the starry bushes and remembered the Starclan stream. "I learned to catch fish," she stated sheepishly, feeling even more awkward and embarrassed as she attempted to change the subject. The grey and silver apprentice turned back towards her mentor again.

Royalwatcher let out a soft sigh, clamping his mouth shut in order to stop scolding her. His blue gaze slightly watched her reaction to his words, and was a bit relieved when Mistpaw seemed to accept what he was saying. "You're a good cat," He meowed simply, speaking the truth. "And nobody is perfect." He watched her with a level-headed gaze, even as she tried to change the subject. "Just apologize to him next time you see him, things'll work themselves out over time," He mewed softly before moving on to what she had said about fishing. The tom hadn't been watching her at the time, having been busy with some other things. His gaze followed her's the to way that led to the starry river. "Oh yeah? Think you can catch more fish than me?" The warrior gave a wide grin, leaning forward a bit. He figured a little competition would be just the thing to cheer the other cat up a bit. His fishing skills were a bit rusty, having not fished since he had shown Mist how to do so a few weeks earlier. But, he figured he'd remember how to do it well once he got to the river and looked in. He returned his gaze to the younger cat as he waited for her reply.

[Hexict]

Since the molly was still unsure about herself, she couldn't really believe Royalwatcher's words when he told her that she was a good cat. Good cats don't train in the Dark Forest... but I suppose Evil cats wouldn't train in Starclan either.... Though she didn't word out her thoughts, not wanting to linger on this subject any longer than she had to. She also wasn't looking forward to apologizing to Aspenmask. Mistpaw thought it would be much easier to just ignore him and keep her distance, if they didn't talk than they couldn't fight. But, she wasn't here for the easy way out - if she was, then she would've stayed out of Riverclan. The grey and silver apprentice did however perk up as he decided to play off of her subject changing, and challenged her to see who was the better fisher. Mistpaw wasn't the best, still much better at fighting than at hunting, but she did want to see where she stood with her abilities to catch fish. "Okay, if you think you can keep!" Her confidence was pretty much a lie, but she wanted to experience a bit of fun, and similar to Royalwatcher, she believed this little competition could possibly cheer her up and lighten the mood.

[Zero]

Since the molly was still unsure about herself, she couldn't really believe Royalwatcher's words when he told her that she was a good cat. Good cats don't train in the Dark Forest... but I suppose Evil cats wouldn't train in Starclan either.... Though she didn't word out her thoughts, not wanting to linger on this subject any longer than she had to. She also wasn't looking forward to apologizing to Aspenmask. Mistpaw thought it would be much easier to just ignore him and keep her distance, if they didn't talk than they couldn't fight. But, she wasn't here for the easy way out - if she was, then she would've stayed out of Riverclan. The grey and silver apprentice did however perk up as he decided to play off of her subject changing, and challenged her to see who was the better fisher. Mistpaw wasn't the best, still much better at fighting than at hunting, but she did want to see where she stood with her abilities to catch fish. "Okay, if you think you can keep!" Her confidence was pretty much a lie, but she wanted to experience a bit of fun, and similar to Royalwatcher, she believed this little competition could possibly cheer her up and lighten the mood.

"Oh, I don't just think I can. I know," Royalwatcher meowed more confidently than he felt. Of course, he had been fishing much longer than Mist, but he hadn't practiced as recently as she had. It was a battle of experience versus recently learned skills. He felt a new rush of joy because she went along with his idea and looked slightly happier already because of her perking up. "Come on," He meowed, turning quickly and heading in the direction of the river. The tom strode forward gracefully, moving silently and almost beautifully across the ground. It was only a few seconds before they reached the star-coated river. If you listened from where they usually met, you could hear it's soft rushing noise. He paused for a moment, it's beauty momentarily taking his breath away like usual. He could still remember when he had been a kitten, and had first arrived in StarClan. After the pain of his brother's death bite, he had felt nothing momentarily before a sudden feeling of peace, like being cuddled by his mother. Then, when he opened his eyes, he had been staring at this very river before them. Shaking those thoughts from his head, he turned toward Mist with a smile. "Let's see who the very best is, shall we?" He mewed playfully, his smile widening into a crooked, kit-like grin.

[Hexict]

"Oh, I don't just think I can. I know," Royalwatcher meowed more confidently than he felt. Of course, he had been fishing much longer than Mist, but he hadn't practiced as recently as she had. It was a battle of experience versus recently learned skills. He felt a new rush of joy because she went along with his idea and looked slightly happier already because of her perking up. "Come on," He meowed, turning quickly and heading in the direction of the river. The tom strode forward gracefully, moving silently and almost beautifully across the ground. It was only a few seconds before they reached the star-coated river. If you listened from where they usually met, you could hear it's soft rushing noise. He paused for a moment, it's beauty momentarily taking his breath away like usual. He could still remember when he had been a kitten, and had first arrived in StarClan. After the pain of his brother's death bite, he had felt nothing momentarily before a sudden feeling of peace, like being cuddled by his mother. Then, when he opened his eyes, he had been staring at this very river before them. Shaking those thoughts from his head, he turned toward Mist with a smile. "Let's see who the very best is, shall we?" He mewed playfully, his smile widening into a crooked, kit-like grin.

Only being here few times before, the molly didn't know this territory well and followed Royalwatcher to the river. Upon reaching her, her pale orbs feel onto the shimmering surface, watching the water gently head downstream. She had forgotten it's beauty. Mistpaw blinked and glanced back at her mentor when she was ready to start, but hesitated when she notice that he was thinking about something. Not wanting to disturb his thoughts she remained silent as she patiently waited for him to snap himself back to her. She doubted that it was too serious of a thought - though she was wrong about that - since he gave her a smile and was quick to bring back their little competition. "I've been ready," the grey and silver apprentice through the tom a competitive look as she positioned herself beside the edge of the river. As always, it seemed to be filled with fish. Why would dead cats even need this much fish? Mistpaw narrowed her orbs as she watched the fish, deciding it would do no good to ponder on such an unimportant subject. "You better have been practicing, 'cause I have!" Right as said this, the smoky cat launched her paw into the river. It wasn't as swift or as graceful as a master's strike would be, but it wasn't all that bad and had little splash - especially compared to how she was when she started hunting with Royalwatcher. She was able to catch a fish, it's size wasn't special, but she had a look of pride shining in her orbs as she killed in and started a tiny pile at her side. "Beat that!" She challenged, though her confidence was still more of an act in the situation, not trying to expect too much of herself just yet.

[Zero]

Only being here few times before, the molly didn't know this territory well and followed Royalwatcher to the river. Upon reaching her, her pale orbs feel onto the shimmering surface, watching the water gently head downstream. She had forgotten it's beauty. Mistpaw blinked and glanced back at her mentor when she was ready to start, but hesitated when she notice that he was thinking about something. Not wanting to disturb his thoughts she remained silent as she patiently waited for him to snap himself back to her. She doubted that it was too serious of a thought - though she was wrong about that - since he gave her a smile and was quick to bring back their little competition. "I've been ready," the grey and silver apprentice through the tom a competitive look as she positioned herself beside the edge of the river. As always, it seemed to be filled with fish. Why would dead cats even need this much fish? Mistpaw narrowed her orbs as she watched the fish, deciding it would do no good to ponder on such an unimportant subject. "You better have been practicing, 'cause I have!" Right as said this, the smoky cat launched her paw into the river. It wasn't as swift or as graceful as a master's strike would be, but it wasn't all that bad and had little splash - especially compared to how she was when she started hunting with Royalwatcher. She was able to catch a fish, it's size wasn't special, but she had a look of pride shining in her orbs as she killed in and started a tiny pile at her side. "Beat that!" She challenged, though her confidence was still more of an act in the situation, not trying to expect too much of herself just yet.

"Of course I have!" Royalwatcher meowed with a nervous laugh, his blue eyes filled with amusement. He was momentarily proud when Mist almost instantly caught a fish, even though he hadn't really been the only one to teach her. However, he quickly shook that feeling from his chest, and focused his attention back on the competition. No sympatizing with the competitor! The warrior turned his gaze to the shimmering water, gaze flicking around in search of the perfect fish. When he had his target figured out, he became perfectly still, waiting for it to wander close enough. Moments later, his orange paw quickly shot out from under him, slipping into the water with the smoothness that came with experience. However, he was off target, and by chance, he managed to scoop up another fish that had been close by. When it hit the ground beside him, he held it down with one paw. It was small, probably only an inch or two bigger than a minnow, but he was glad he at least caught something. "I didn't beat you with this fish! But maybe the next one will!" He meowed, eyeing Mistpaw. The tom didn't voice the mistake he had made, but if Mist had been watching closely enough, she would have seen it. He wondered momentarily if she'd tease him for it.

[Hexict]

With her gaze glued to the water, the silver and grey molly hadn't noticed the proud look on Royalwatcher's gaze as she caught her first fish in the starry river. It wasn't her first catch ever, but it was the first that her mentor had seen. The apprentice was striving for that proud look that had lasted for a heatbeat and which she had missed. Instead Mistpaw made sure all her focus was on the drock. But she couldn't help her curious instincts at the sound of the tom going in for a fish not too longer after she had, causing her pale orbs to shoot towards him and watched carefully as he missed the initial target of his strike, but had enough luck to accidentally catch another. Mistpaw gave a small laugh at this and flicked her tail as he declared that his next one would beat her own catches. "Oh I'm sure you can - you were able to catch one with a move like that, it's almost as if your eyes were closed," her tease was friendly, proving it with a pleasant grin. Closing her eyes for a moment she let the it all sink in. It was like nothing could go wrong here and all of her worries and bad memories were being deteriorated and now traveled down the perfect river before her. This was one of the reasons why she loved these visits; it was so peaceful and she could get away from everything in the waking world- plus, the orange tabby was good company. Why can't things ever be like this back home? Mist questioned silently, though it felt like this question seemed to scream itself at her constantly. Why is everything so complicated?

Her pale blue orbs flashed opened upon remembering that she was in the middle of a little hunting competition with Roaylwatcher. Mistpaw lashed her tail and leaned forward as silver scales flared from the stunning river. Her silvery paw raised and orbs narrowed, patiently - or not so much- waiting for the prey to make it's way to the apprentice, holding her position until it was an appropriate point for her to strike. The glaring scales made the fish appear large, and she knew that this would be a prey to be proud of if she could catch it. The molly didn't even think of Royalwatcher who might be watching or even the other fish in the river and let herself focus completely on the single soon-to-be fresh-kill. Diving down, her paw seemed to misjudge where the fish had been. Instantly fearing that she had missed Mistpaw found it a relief when the fish panicked and happened to burst forward - right into her claws. Mist gave a visible sigh of alleviation when she flung it up and killed it with a single bite. It was then that she realized how she had misjudged the fish's position: the glaring light from it's beaming scales and the already shimmering water had formed some light around it, which the light looked to be part of the fish when it in fact wasn't. Her initial blow was on the light - luckily the fish had been too panicked to think straight and had landed right where she had original thought it was. Menaing that the fish was actually pretty small, and very dissatisfying after her believes of it being large. She wondered what Royalwatcher would say now if he had noticed, similar to how she had teased him for his lucky catch after the mess up. Mist' face was painted a pinkish color by embarrassment, but tried her best to pretend that it was all part of her plan.

[Zero]

With her gaze glued to the water, the silver and grey molly hadn't noticed the proud look on Royalwatcher's gaze as she caught her first fish in the starry river. It wasn't her first catch ever, but it was the first that her mentor had seen. The apprentice was striving for that proud look that had lasted for a heatbeat and which she had missed. Instead Mistpaw made sure all her focus was on the drock. But she couldn't help her curious instincts at the sound of the tom going in for a fish not too longer after she had, causing her pale orbs to shoot towards him and watched carefully as he missed the initial target of his strike, but had enough luck to accidentally catch another. Mistpaw gave a small laugh at this and flicked her tail as he declared that his next one would beat her own catches. "Oh I'm sure you can - you were able to catch one with a move like that, it's almost as if your eyes were closed," her tease was friendly, proving it with a pleasant grin. Closing her eyes for a moment she let the it all sink in. It was like nothing could go wrong here and all of her worries and bad memories were being deteriorated and now traveled down the perfect river before her. This was one of the reasons why she loved these visits; it was so peaceful and she could get away from everything in the waking world- plus, the orange tabby was good company. Why can't things ever be like this back home? Mist questioned silently, though it felt like this question seemed to scream itself at her constantly. Why is everything so complicated?

Her pale blue orbs flashed opened upon remembering that she was in the middle of a little hunting competition with Roaylwatcher. Mistpaw lashed her tail and leaned forward as silver scales flared from the stunning river. Her silvery paw raised and orbs narrowed, patiently - or not so much- waiting for the prey to make it's way to the apprentice, holding her position until it was an appropriate point for her to strike. The glaring scales made the fish appear large, and she knew that this would be a prey to be proud of if she could catch it. The molly didn't even think of Royalwatcher who might be watching or even the other fish in the river and let herself focus completely on the single soon-to-be fresh-kill. Diving down, her paw seemed to misjudge where the fish had been. Instantly fearing that she had missed Mistpaw found it a relief when the fish panicked and happened to burst forward - right into her claws. Mist gave a visible sigh of alleviation when she flung it up and killed it with a single bite. It was then that she realized how she had misjudged the fish's position: the glaring light from it's beaming scales and the already shimmering water had formed some light around it, which the light looked to be part of the fish when it in fact wasn't. Her initial blow was on the light - luckily the fish had been too panicked to think straight and had landed right where she had original thought it was. Menaing that the fish was actually pretty small, and very dissatisfying after her believes of it being large. She wondered what Royalwatcher would say now if he had noticed, similar to how she had teased him for his lucky catch after the mess up. Mist' face was painted a pinkish color by embarrassment, but tried her best to pretend that it was all part of her plan.

(Oh my, friend, you are seriously trying to kill me now XD)

Royalwatcher set his tiny fish to the side, pausing as he was mesmorized by it speckled red, silver, and black side. He remembered the first time he had caught a fish. His father, Quillwing, had been his StarClan mentor after he had died. He vividly remembered the proud look on Quillwing's face after he had killed a fish not much bigger than this; he had been proud of Royal as both his mentor and father. He could guess that it had mirrored his own look of proudness he had had moments ago. However, the memory was tinted with sadness when afterwards Royalpaw had wondered about Rivalpaw, and how at just the mention of him, Quillwing quickly changed the subject. Snapping back to reality at Mistpaw's mew, Royalwatcher let out a nervous chuckle even when his whole body went hot with embarrassment, tinging any exposed skin a light pink. However, he knew that Mist was just teasing him, especially when she cast him a pleasant grin at the end of the statement. "Oh just you wait, youngin'" He meowed, determination coating his ton. "I'm just warming up." And it was true, that had been his practice shot, he was fairly certain he'd get one next time.

Royalwatcher forced himself to stop watching Mistpaw with pride as she continued to hunt, knowing he didn't have time if he was going to win. He turned his gaze to the swirling water, pin-pointing a bigger fish near him. The fish slowly inched forward into paws-reach as the warrior sat there in complete and utter silence and stillness, barely breathing. He let out the breath slowly as he prepared to strike, his eyes narrowing. With a small lunge, his paw flashed out, striking his target right on. With a graceful swing, he flipped the scaly creature out of it's home in a large arch. When it hit the ground beside him, he pounced on it eagarly, killing it swiftly. It certainly wasn't the largest fish he had ever caught, but it was quite bigger than his last catch. "Haha!" He laughed, his eyes wide with excitement. His heart beat widely in his chest, and silently, Royalwatcher realized that this was the most fun he'd had in long time. "Look at this!" He picked the fish up, his jaw almost instantly beginning to ache with it's weight.

[Hexict]

(XD sorry)

With her attention loyal to the stream in front of her, Mistpaw hadn't noticed Royalwatcher's expression of thoughts. She didn't know about his family and had never really thought to ask. Her pale orbs kept searching for a good catch as she watched all the fish flow past her. Though her ears did perk as she heard the sound of another of Royalwatcher's catches. She tried her best not to lose focus until he called out to her, showing off his largest catch of the day. Mist glanced up half-heartedly but froze when she saw the fish. It was bigger than he two fish, and she knew feared that he would actually beat her... yet, in some way, she was fine with it. Her whole life she always tried to be the best, become great so that maybe someday she could actually help her clan. That thought had started so long ago, it felt like ages. How could a two moon old kit have such ambitions? Something that they let lead them to the darkness in their own minds? Mistpaw had thought for moons that she had to become strong and unstoppable so she could lead the clan, her faith in Otterstar had been shaken when she was two moons old and had witnessed a murders - and the young molly had always believed that Otterstar could've prevented such tragedies but was too weak to protect Riverclan. The apprentice has disappeared from the clans right before Otter's rule and returned not too long after her death, so she never got to see what kind of leader Otterstar really had been. She couldn't protect the clan from Bucknight... the apprentice thought darkly, but shook her head. Neither can I, so I suppose it doesn't matter who was leader if Riverclan was doomed to fall into the claws of the Dark Forest... right? Mist knew she had to think more like that, with less hate and blame towards others. Her orbs blinked as she saw a promising fish swimming her way. He returned to the hunting position and readied her, though when she went for it, the molly's silvery paw missed. She had let her mind wander to deep into her previous thought and her focus was shaken from the river. "Dung!" She hissed under her breath. She wasn't even able to recover and catch one of the fish around her, all being able to slip past her paw. In the embarrassment of another mess up, the grey and silver molly's face returned to a pink color as it started to heat up due to her mistake.

[Zero]

(XD sorry)

With her attention loyal to the stream in front of her, Mistpaw hadn't noticed Royalwatcher's expression of thoughts. She didn't know about his family and had never really thought to ask. Her pale orbs kept searching for a good catch as she watched all the fish flow past her. Though her ears did perk as she heard the sound of another of Royalwatcher's catches. She tried her best not to lose focus until he called out to her, showing off his largest catch of the day. Mist glanced up half-heartedly but froze when she saw the fish. It was bigger than he two fish, and she knew feared that he would actually beat her... yet, in some way, she was fine with it. Her whole life she always tried to be the best, become great so that maybe someday she could actually help her clan. That thought had started so long ago, it felt like ages. How could a two moon old kit have such ambitions? Something that they let lead them to the darkness in their own minds? Mistpaw had thought for moons that she had to become strong and unstoppable so she could lead the clan, her faith in Otterstar had been shaken when she was two moons old and had witnessed a murders - and the young molly had always believed that Otterstar could've prevented such tragedies but was too weak to protect Riverclan. The apprentice has disappeared from the clans right before Otter's rule and returned not too long after her death, so she never got to see what kind of leader Otterstar really had been. She couldn't protect the clan from Bucknight... the apprentice thought darkly, but shook her head. Neither can I, so I suppose it doesn't matter who was leader if Riverclan was doomed to fall into the claws of the Dark Forest... right? Mist knew she had to think more like that, with less hate and blame towards others. Her orbs blinked as she saw a promising fish swimming her way. He returned to the hunting position and readied her, though when she went for it, the molly's silvery paw missed. She had let her mind wander to deep into her previous thought and her focus was shaken from the river. "Dung!" She hissed under her breath. She wasn't even able to recover and catch one of the fish around her, all being able to slip past her paw. In the embarrassment of another mess up, the grey and silver molly's face returned to a pink color as it started to heat up due to her mistake.

Royalwatcher watched Mist's face closely as she turned and saw his most recent catch, sombering up a bit when she seems a bit... afraid? ... or was it disappointed? - he actually struggled to read her for the first time ever. However, after a moment she seemed to almost look like she accepted the fact that she was loosing, and for a second he thought she was going to give up, especially when she didn't move for a minute or two. He realized, though, that she hadn't and had just been deep in thought when she turned back toward the river. The tom was still a bit disappointed, however, that he hadn't gotten the reaction he had been looking for in response to his catch and slowly lowered it to the ground beside his other tiny fish. He looked up just in time to see her become still as she awaited her next target, and decided to stop for a moment and watch her. He noticed almost instantly that she hadn't been focused enough, and his realization was confirmed when her paw missed her target. Still caught up in the competition, Royal had to bite his lip to keep from letting out a childish giggle, but the moment passed when she looked genuinely embarrassed by her slip up. He turned quickly, hoping that she hadn't seen that he had been watching, knowing it would save her a bit of embarrassment if she thought he hadn't caught her mistake. After a moment, he turned back to her, an innocent look on his face. "Hey, wanna learn a new technique?" He asked suddenly.

[Crumbleless]

A white ball of fluff slowly appeared in Starclan territory. Sheeppaw glanced round his yes filled with misery,"I can't be dead yet! I still have to Greenkit." He mewed looking for someone or something that he could talk to. The dead Windclan apprentice ,"Maybe now I see Blossomfern at least." The white tom looked around once more and to his prevail no cat was there still. Sheppaw sighed and continued to look.

[Ag75 -- GONE]

A white ball of fluff slowly appeared in Starclan territory. Sheeppaw glanced round his yes filled with misery,"I can't be dead yet! I still have to Greenkit." He mewed looking for someone or something that he could talk to. The dead Windclan apprentice ,"Maybe now I see Blossomfern at least." The white tom looked around once more and to his prevail no cat was there still. Sheppaw sighed and continued to look.
Treesight watched Rainkit speak with his mother. She glanced across the clearing, and saw Sheeppaw. She padded quietly to his side, so as not to disturb Rainkit. "Who are you?" She asked. "I'm Treesight."

[Crumbleless]

Sheeppaw stared at Treesight for a moment before mewing,"My name is Sheeppaw of Windclan. I'm looking for Blossomfern." He mewed as the Starclan she-cat padded closer," I died in the when saving Greenkit."

[doghouse]

(Open)
Redmoon blinked. She was crouched on the ground in a peaceful, starlit forest. Her red black and white fur seemed to have stars in it. She must be dreaming. Or was she? She wasn't sure. The ShadowClan molly looked around. The wounds on her throat were gone, and she suddenly remembered Redpool attacking her and killing her. She was dead! No! No, no! I can't be dead! Not yet! She was terrified. Her thoughts were racing. Surely it was all a dream? But something deep down told her this was real. She was dead. Her eyes watered slightly as she looked around. “H-hello?” the pretty tortoiseshell called out, hoping for a response.

[Starfall]

(Open)
Redmoon blinked. She was crouched on the ground in a peaceful, starlit forest. Her red black and white fur seemed to have stars in it. She must be dreaming. Or was she? She wasn't sure. The ShadowClan molly looked around. The wounds on her throat were gone, and she suddenly remembered Redpool attacking her and killing her. She was dead! No! No, no! I can't be dead! Not yet! She was terrified. Her thoughts were racing. Surely it was all a dream? But something deep down told her this was real. She was dead. Her eyes watered slightly as she looked around. “H-hello?” the pretty tortoiseshell called out, hoping for a response.
Cypressmoon flicked his ears and looked up, spotting a she cat the old tom picked himself up with a grunt and began to pad twords the she cat "hello, welcome to starclan, what might your name be?" He asked politely, his tail flicking back and fourth as he waited for a response Fromm the worried she cat.

[doghouse]

Cypressmoon flicked his ears and looked up, spotting a she cat the old tom picked himself up with a grunt and began to pad twords the she cat "hello, welcome to starclan, what might your name be?" He asked politely, his tail flicking back and fourth as he waited for a response Fromm the worried she cat.
Dawntail, a she-cat, formerly of riverclan, herd the she cat crying. And walked over to see what happened, she noticed it was a new starclan member.
"Hello I'm dawntail... is something wrong?" The she cat was familiar to dawntail somehow.
Redmoon turned. “I'm Redmoon. You are?” the tortoiseshell molly replied, then looked over at the other cat. “Something's always wrong.” she muttered, closing her eyes and remembering the look of menace in Redpool's eyes as he'd killed her. “It's nice to meet you both. And yes. My own Clanmate killed me....” she found it odd to say this, considering she was dead, and she'd never seen a dead cat speak. It felt even weirder to be dead, yet feel so alive.

[Starfall]

Spirited Darkness
Cypressmoons golden eyes wavered with sadness as he let out a chuckle "yeah,my former apprentice killed me."he said, sadness dripped from the words and dispare laced them. The old tom shook his head and put a smile back on his maw "weird isn't it? Being dead and all,but you'll get used to it eventually."he sighed out as he sat himself down with a grunt.

[doghouse]

Spirited Darkness
Cypressmoons golden eyes wavered with sadness as he let out a chuckle "yeah,my former apprentice killed me."he said, sadness dripped from the words and dispare laced them. The old tom shook his head and put a smile back on his maw "weird isn't it? Being dead and all,but you'll get used to it eventually."he sighed out as he sat himself down with a grunt.
“Oh. Does your Clan know you're dead?” she asked, since, to the best of her knowledge, ShadowClan was completely unaware of her death. If Pinestorm goes looking for me, maybe he'll find out. Redmoon thought, sitting down as well, though her whole body was trembling from shock at what had been happening. She looked at the much older tom, fairly certain he wasn't ShadowClan. She'd never seen him, and he looked a bit more like a WindClan cat than a ShadowClan cat.

[Starfall]

“Oh. Does your Clan know you're dead?” she asked, since, to the best of her knowledge, ShadowClan was completely unaware of her death. If Pinestorm goes looking for me, maybe he'll find out. Redmoon thought, sitting down as well, though her whole body was trembling from shock at what had been happening. She looked at the much older tom, fairly certain he wasn't ShadowClan. She'd never seen him, and he looked a bit more like a WindClan cat than a ShadowClan cat.
Cypressmoon blinked at the she cat then shrugged "probably not, my body's probably burning in the fire right about now so she could cover up her pawprints." He said, sadness laced his words. The tom looked down, untold emotions danced within his golden orbs, his breathing almost halted for a few minutes. Then spontaneously, all of the depressing emotions passed, and were replaced with positive emotions "how about you?" He questioned "Wanna tell me your story? Then I'll tell you mine." He proposed, wrapping his tail neatly around his paws.

[doghouse]

Cypressmoon blinked at the she cat then shrugged "probably not, my body's probably burning in the fire right about now so she could cover up her pawprints." He said, sadness laced his words. The tom looked down, untold emotions danced within his golden orbs, his breathing almost halted for a few minutes. Then spontaneously, all of the depressing emotions passed, and were replaced with positive emotions "how about you?" He questioned "Wanna tell me your story? Then I'll tell you mine." He proposed, wrapping his tail neatly around his paws.
Redmoon tilted her head in confusion. “My story? What do you mean?” she asked, puzzled. She looked down at her paws, still uncertain of what the tom meant by that. She sighed quietly, almost inaudibly and tucked her paws under her chest comfortably and looked around with wonder. She figured that staying here until she was completely forgotten by all the living and were to fade away didn't seem like a bed thing. She'd find a way to enjoy it. Somehow.

[sNazzy]

(I really cant let Rainkit be llike this forever. Also, Rabbitpaw) Rainkit noticed that Olivestone wasn't moving. "Hello? Can you hear me?" He called. He then noticed that Olivestone was awake. "Oh," He sighed in dissapointment. "She cant hear me." The grey kit slumped over to Treesight. "She's awake." He lifted his head and noticed Sheeppaw. "Who are you?" Rainkit asked dully.

[Hexict]

Royalwatcher watched Mist's face closely as she turned and saw his most recent catch, sombering up a bit when she seems a bit... afraid? ... or was it disappointed? - he actually struggled to read her for the first time ever. However, after a moment she seemed to almost look like she accepted the fact that she was loosing, and for a second he thought she was going to give up, especially when she didn't move for a minute or two. He realized, though, that she hadn't and had just been deep in thought when she turned back toward the river. The tom was still a bit disappointed, however, that he hadn't gotten the reaction he had been looking for in response to his catch and slowly lowered it to the ground beside his other tiny fish. He looked up just in time to see her become still as she awaited her next target, and decided to stop for a moment and watch her. He noticed almost instantly that she hadn't been focused enough, and his realization was confirmed when her paw missed her target. Still caught up in the competition, Royal had to bite his lip to keep from letting out a childish giggle, but the moment passed when she looked genuinely embarrassed by her slip up. He turned quickly, hoping that she hadn't seen that he had been watching, knowing it would save her a bit of embarrassment if she thought he hadn't caught her mistake. After a moment, he turned back to her, an innocent look on his face. "Hey, wanna learn a new technique?" He asked suddenly.

Though she hadn't seen how her own reaction to Royalwatcher's catch had dampened his spirits, if she had, than she would've felt honestly felt bad for it. She hadn't looked up to see if her dead mentor had been watching her, but she felt his gaze on her as she messed up her attempt for a catch. The fact that he had seen only made her embarrassment worse, making her pelt heat up to an almost unbearable degree. I should be more focused! Mistpaw shook out her silvery head and narrowed her pale orbs at the water. Not a heartbeat later she realized that she was acting inappropriately. She closed her orbs took a deep breath and sighed, trying to calm down and relax a bit. Royalwatcher wanted to do this little hunt to cheer me up, not upset me - it's unfair to act this way when he's trying hard to life the spirits, Mistpaw took anther breath but stopped once the golden tabby suddenly broke the silence and offered to teach her a new technique. She pondered on this for juts a few moments before giving him a curt nod. "Okay," she gave him a small smile, a show that she was fine now and wanted to continue.

[Ag75 -- GONE]

(I really cant let Rainkit be llike this forever. Also, Rabbitpaw) Rainkit noticed that Olivestone wasn't moving. "Hello? Can you hear me?" He called. He then noticed that Olivestone was awake. "Oh," He sighed in dissapointment. "She cant hear me." The grey kit slumped over to Treesight. "She's awake." He lifted his head and noticed Sheeppaw. "Who are you?" Rainkit asked dully.
(Sheep hasn't responded) "Oh, what a shame," she told him, pity showing in her eyes. "I'm sure we can come back later when she's asleep," she mewed. She then looked at Sheeppaw, and mewed, "I'm not sure who this critter is yet. He/she looks a lot like you did when you first came. Alone, and well, scared. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

[sNazzy]

(Dont say he/she, just say they) "Okay." he said, cheered up that they were going back later. "I'm Rainkit. I died at birth, but Starclan has shown me lot of things. Its okay if you want to cry. Me and Treesight are here for you." he said comfortably.

[Zero]

Though she hadn't seen how her own reaction to Royalwatcher's catch had dampened his spirits, if she had, than she would've felt honestly felt bad for it. She hadn't looked up to see if her dead mentor had been watching her, but she felt his gaze on her as she messed up her attempt for a catch. The fact that he had seen only made her embarrassment worse, making her pelt heat up to an almost unbearable degree. I should be more focused! Mistpaw shook out her silvery head and narrowed her pale orbs at the water. Not a heartbeat later she realized that she was acting inappropriately. She closed her orbs took a deep breath and sighed, trying to calm down and relax a bit. Royalwatcher wanted to do this little hunt to cheer me up, not upset me - it's unfair to act this way when he's trying hard to life the spirits, Mistpaw took anther breath but stopped once the golden tabby suddenly broke the silence and offered to teach her a new technique. She pondered on this for juts a few moments before giving him a curt nod. "Okay," she gave him a small smile, a show that she was fine now and wanted to continue.

Royalwatcher casted out a relieved smile after having held his breath waiting for her response, shuffling back over to her side. "Now, I'm unsure if this would work outside of StarClan because I'm sure the river isn't as full of fish there..." He started, watching her before he continued. "But, it's pretty fun. It's a one shot thing because it kind of scares the fish away, but again... it's fun." He returned to his spot a few fox-lengths away, not wanting to splash her on accident. The warrior then went into a slightly adjusted hunting crouch and stared at the water like before. However, when he saw a fish he wanted, instead of scooping it out with a paw, he dove head-first into the water after it. The clear surface rippled and splashed in response to this, and many of the fish scattered in a panic. However, the StarClan tom resurfaced seconds later with a large fish flapping away in his jaws. He tossed it up onto the shore and climbed up after it, killing it with a swift bite. Then, he looked at Mist and grinned, his pelt dripping because he refused to shake the water away and rudely soak his apprentice with the spray.

[Hexict]

Mist blinked as the tom released a smile and moved closer towards her. She perked up her ears and listened closely to what the starry tom had to show her. He went on to explain that he was unsure it's usefulness in the waking world due to the fact that Starclan's river was filled with the shiny prey, where Riverclan's river was less wealthy. Her lifted her brow when he stated that it was one-shot because it had a tendency to frighten the other fish around. She was tempted to ask why it was used than, but he added that it was fun. Plus, she didn't want to question his mentoring - he was doing her a favor, and she was grateful to him.

Her pale gaze followed him as he retreated in order to show her his technique. She kept one orb on him and the other searching the rippling stream in order to see which fish he was going to go after. All her attention snapped back to him once he seemed to have a target already. Through the waves of fish she was unable to tell which he was going after. She leaned a little closer to Royalwatcher, wondering what he was about to attempt.

She was taken aback when he suddenly dove in head first without any warning of sorts. Due to her leaning forward, the splash got very close to her - only enough to sprinkle her with little droplets though. she stunned into silence as she watched him blankly going after the fish in the water. Mist's periwinkle gaze blinked a few times as the golden tabby re-appeared - and was surprising holding a large fish in his jaws. She took note in how panicked he had made the fish, causing them to scatter and try to avoid the surprise cat in their waters.

For a moment, she was lost of words. the silvery and grey molly than shook her head and bounded towards him. "Wow, that was... different," her voice did have a bit of an excited tone along with awe at his daring catch. She eyed the large fish and smiled at Royalwatcher. "That's a very impressive catch, it was great," she purred a bit as she stated this, still watching the fresh-kill. "And I think you're right - that won't work in Riverclan."

[Fawn]

Lunacross

The lack of contact with StarClan as demanded by the circumstances had been draining for Bravestep, and something foreign to him pressed at the urge to visit regardless of the potential risk or consequences that may result from such an action. He'd tried to dream for so long but the starry ancestors simply hadn't talked to him, at least not until now.

Waking up in the familiar territory of StarClan sent a thrill throughout his body, leaving him weightless and refreshed, almost as if he was young again without the burden of time clinging to his physical being. Around him danced the glittering of stars reflected on grass and endless, lush fields; it was as if the real forest had combined to generate one suitable for cats of all Clans. "Pardon me, but might I have the pleasure to speak with someone..?" Bravestep called with a pinch of hesitance, blinking as he surveyed the clearing in hopes of finding who had summoned him.

[BEAR.]

Raywood

From the edges of the clearing limped the form of a golden tom, his blazing gaze set on the tabby form of the ShadowClan Medicine Cat as he crossed through the grasses. It'd been some time since he last made an appearance, and the lack of communication wasn't his fault. The other council members clung to the ideals of letting the course run free. He didn't. "Apprentice." Thunderhowl coarsely greeted, not out of disrespect but habit.

"I'm not here for pleasantries, as much as I'd love to catch up." He wouldn't. That was beside the point. "You have a duty to attend to, if you're willing to accept it. Just know, if you do accept - you will die. What you're requested of will anger two dangerous cats, and they will feed you to hounds."

[Fawn]

Lunacross

The familiar form caused his ears to tilt back out of recognition, a long-standing frustration bubbling in him as he struggled to truly remember. He wanted to ask where he'd been, why StarClan had abandoned them in this time of need, and what was to come of their dear forest, but the single word from him seemed to silence those complaints. Bravestep dipped his head in respect to the tom that he owed so much to yet felt like a failure within his presence, even if his accomplishments may have surpassed Thunderhowl's.

"O-of course I do," Bravestep stammered, "after all, I am the medicine cat of ShadowClan though sometimes it hardly feels like it anymore when my apprentice is quite capable on his own and tends to handle the patients.." he babbled on, nervously, uncertain of what he was doing here and what this mysterious duty could entail.

Horror flashed upon his features. "Die?!" he squeaked, shaking his head rapidly. "No, no, no-- I don't want to die, especially not by hounds! Have you gone positively barmy?"

[BEAR.]

Raywood

"No one wants to die," Thunderhowl growled. "But it's a part of life, and you need to accept that. Unlike the dark, you can't hide from it." The golden spirit's tail lashed, annoyance plastered across his face as he stared at his successor. "I have given you fair warning, and the opportunity to not feel forced, however - you don't have a choice in this matter. The others have decreed it is your time."

"Your responsibility is no longer being ShadowClan's Medicine Cat. When you awaken, you will give Kestrelpaw his full name. You've already acknowledged he's capable without you. You will go to the RiverClan border after and meet with a patrol -- they'll already be looking for you, actually. They'll bring you to RiverClan and have you oversee the kitting of Cakeless.. and your job is to kill his kits by whatever means necessary."

[Fawn]

Lunacross

"I don't hide from the dark! I just don't carelessly throw myself into it, as I would this death that you're speaking of," Bravestep retorted, feeling exasperated and overwhelmed. "You have to understand, what you're asking of me--" it was hardly fair! While he valued Thunderhowl's decisions and opinion on the matter, there were certain boundaries he couldn't cross. A shriek of "the others" was fighting its way out as he wished to know who these others were since they were playing with life and death. His life, specifically.

Defeated, Bravestep couldn't comprehend how to begin to reply. He was scared--terrified, actually, but he was rendered wholly speechless. An incoherent noise of alarm tumbled from him when Thunderhowl tacked on that his final duty was killing kits, and he couldn't help but consider the moral implications of such an action; he was a medicine cat, designated to healing, not hurting. "Thunderhowl, I-- please," he begged, "I don't want to! You'll have to g-get someone else!" But it was shouting into the void as the world was melting around him, lines blurring together as he was forced from StarClan's realm. "Thunderhowl!" was the medicine cat's last, desperate cry as he drifted from the starry territory, his voice filled with horror and fright.

[doghouse]

Tatteredpaw padded in silence through the territory. She wished she could still be down there, as she'd been so close to becoming a warrior, just a few sunrises from her warrior assessment, but then the fires, and she would never earn her warrior name. The half hairless black molly would have to accept that, as it was the only thing she could do. Her coppery hues glinted in the starlight. Stars shone in her pelt, and the molly sat down, staring at her paws. She wished Owltail would've saved her, but she knew it wasn't Owltail's fault.

Dovekit12

[Dovekit12]

Tatteredpaw padded in silence through the territory. She wished she could still be down there, as she'd been so close to becoming a warrior, just a few sunrises from her warrior assessment, but then the fires, and she would never earn her warrior name. The half hairless black molly would have to accept that, as it was the only thing she could do. Her coppery hues glinted in the starlight. Stars shone in her pelt, and the molly sat down, staring at her paws. She wished Owltail would've saved her, but she knew it wasn't Owltail's fault.

Dovekit12

Owltail blinked as she woke up looking over at tatteredpaw.

[doghouse]

Owltail blinked as she woke up looking over at tatteredpaw.
Tatteredpaw saw the very cat she meant to talk to, and she padded slowly over. “Hi, Owltail.” she greeted the living cat, glad to that Owltail was here. She hoped that the molly didn't blame herself for Tatteredpaw's death, because Tatteredpaw knew it wasn't Owltail's fault. It was her own fault for climbing that tree. She'd saved that kit, and it'd cost her her life, but she would rather have died than an innocent kit die. She dipped her head to Owltail respectively.

[Dovekit12]

Tatteredpaw saw the very cat she meant to talk to, and she padded slowly over. “Hi, Owltail.” she greeted the living cat, glad to that Owltail was here. She hoped that the molly didn't blame herself for Tatteredpaw's death, because Tatteredpaw knew it wasn't Owltail's fault. It was her own fault for climbing that tree. She'd saved that kit, and it'd cost her her life, but she would rather have died than an innocent kit die. She dipped her head to Owltail respectively.

"Oh hello Tatteredpaw" Owltail said walking over to Tatteredpaw.

[doghouse]

"Oh hello Tatteredpaw" Owltail said walking over to Tatteredpaw.
“It's no your fault. In case you thought it was.” Tatteredpaw said after a long pause. Her voice was as raspy and quiet as ever, though with a twinge of regret. She didn't regret choosing the kit's life over hers, she just regretted that she hadn't become a warrior before that. Being a warrior had been her life long dream, and now, that dream was gone, but she didn't regret why it was gone, as, in her heart, she knew she was a warrior.

[Dovekit12]

“It's no your fault. In case you thought it was.” Tatteredpaw said after a long pause. Her voice was as raspy and quiet as ever, though with a twinge of regret. She didn't regret choosing the kit's life over hers, she just regretted that she hadn't become a warrior before that. Being a warrior had been her life long dream, and now, that dream was gone, but she didn't regret why it was gone, as, in her heart, she knew she was a warrior.

"What" Owltail said confused but realized "Oh no I never did"

[doghouse]

"What" Owltail said confused but realized "Oh no I never did"
Tatteredpaw nodded, glad that Owltail hadn't thought that. Tatteredpaw knew that she would've blamed herself in Owltail's place. “Well, it's good to see you.” Tatteredpaw said after a moment's hesitation.

[Dovekit12]

Tatteredpaw nodded, glad that Owltail hadn't thought that. Tatteredpaw knew that she would've blamed herself in Owltail's place. “Well, it's good to see you.” Tatteredpaw said after a moment's hesitation.


"You to" Owltail said sitting down
"Bye Tatteredpaw"

[judas]

Moonpaw fell asleep in her nest, after playing with Wildpaw. It had partly made her feel better, nut the silver she cat was still sad at her mentor's death. Awoken by a sudden burst of wind, Moonpaw blinked open her eyes. Moonpaw sat up, and looked around. "Where am I?" She asked. She looked up, the sky was blue and filled with stars. Moonpaw slowly walked around, "W-wildpaw?" Moonpaw asked. She walked deeper in the woods, hoping someone she knew was near by. Tiny Moony

[monfang]

Moonpaw fell asleep in her nest, after playing with Wildpaw. It had partly made her feel better, nut the silver she cat was still sad at her mentor's death. Awoken by a sudden burst of wind, Moonpaw blinked open her eyes. Moonpaw sat up, and looked around. "Where am I?" She asked. She looked up, the sky was blue and filled with stars. Moonpaw slowly walked around, "W-wildpaw?" Moonpaw asked. She walked deeper in the woods, hoping someone she knew was near by.
Foxpelt smiled, her now silver pelt glistened a bit, her calico pattern only noticeable by different shades of grey and white.
"Moonpaw..." she mewed, standing behind her former apprentice. He tail flicked as her kind eyes looked at her apprentice.
"You could have been a warrior already... Bucknight deserved what he got to him." she said with a sigh. Moonpaw had been like a daughter to her, and she even had a son and daughter that were now orphaned. Though she knew they were safe and sound no that the Evil Era had finally come to an end.

[judas]

Foxpelt smiled, her now silver pelt glistened a bit, her calico pattern only noticeable by different shades of grey and white.
"Moonpaw..." she mewed, standing behind her former apprentice. He tail flicked as her kind eyes looked at her apprentice.
"You could have been a warrior already... Bucknight deserved what he got to him." she said with a sigh. Moonpaw had been like a daughter to her, and she even had a son and daughter that were now orphaned. Though she knew they were safe and sound no that the Evil Era had finally come to an end.
Moonpaw ran over to Foxpelt, like a kit would run to it's mother. She shoved her face into the warrior. "Foxpelt!" She mewed. Moonpaw stepped back from her mentor, looking at her new pelt. She smiled at the comment Foxpelt made. "I'm still way to young to be a warrior," She looked down. "I miss you..." Moonpaw purred. "I think I know were I am now," She sighed. Moonpaw looked around, then back at her mentor. "But why am I here? Is something wrong?"

[monfang]

Moonpaw ran over to Foxpelt, like a kit would run to it's mother. She shoved her face into the warrior. "Foxpelt!" She mewed. Moonpaw stepped back from her mentor, looking at her new pelt. She smiled at the comment Foxpelt made. "I'm still way to young to be a warrior," She looked down. "I miss you..." Moonpaw purred. "I think I know were I am now," She sighed. Moonpaw looked around, then back at her mentor. "But why am I here? Is something wrong?"
"Not at all..." she purred.

"Moonpaw, there has always been something about you. You have a power in your heart, something strong and powerful... And I was asked to help you train here i StarClan..." he mewed.

[judas]

"Not at all..." she purred.

"Moonpaw, there has always been something about you. You have a power in your heart, something strong and powerful... And I was asked to help you train here i StarClan..." he mewed.
"You'll still train me? In starclan?" Moonpaw took a step back, and with a flick of her tail, she looked up at her former mentor. "Okay, But I have one question," Her eyes went cold,

"Who killed you?"

Moonpaw flicked her fully black ear, looking at Foxpelt. Moonpaw sat down, looking at her former mentor. Stars swam in her pelt, but her old coloring was still their. 'Bucknight deserved what he got to him' The words echoed in her mind. She rapped her tail around her paws. She always knew Bucknight wasn't leader worthy, but she could do nothing about it. She was a apprentice, a wimp, a coward.
Training in starclan? Why not the Dark forest like me?
Leave me alone
Why? Torturing you is fun, does the little Moon want to ruin fun?
Yes, now go
She's lying about you, just wait you'll never be a warrior....

[monfang]

"You'll still train me? In starclan?" Moonpaw took a step back, and with a flick of her tail, she looked up at her former mentor. "Okay, But I have one question," Her eyes went cold,

"Who killed you?"

Moonpaw flicked her fully black ear, looking at Foxpelt. Moonpaw sat down, looking at her former mentor. Stars swam in her pelt, but her old coloring was still their. 'Bucknight deserved what he got to him' The words echoed in her mind. She rapped her tail around her paws. She always knew Bucknight wasn't leader worthy, but she could do nothing about it. She was a apprentice, a wimp, a coward.
Training in starclan? Why not the Dark forest like me?
Leave me alone
Why? Torturing you is fun, does the little Moon want to ruin fun?
Yes, now go
She's lying about you, just wait you'll never be a warrior....
Foxpelt closed her eyes. "My brother... But... Don't worry about it."

"Moonpaw, there is something else... There is an evil inside you as well. Don't listen to its tempting voice it only means harm." She mewed. "Now, wake up child..." She purred, her voice fading. She layer a paw on Moonpaws head. "I will always watch over you..."

[judas]

Foxpelt closed her eyes. "My brother... But... Don't worry about it."

"Moonpaw, there is something else... There is an evil inside you as well. Don't listen to its tempting voice it only means harm." She mewed. "Now, wake up child..." She purred, her voice fading. She layer a paw on Moonpaws head. "I will always watch over you..."
"I'll rip his flee bitten pelt off! Then I'll, I'll feed him to the fishes!" Moonpaw hissed. She clawed the ground, as Foxpelt put a paw on her head. She fadded away, and her eyes filled with tears. "Wait! I need to ask you something! Foxpelt..." Her mentor faded out of view.

[The Cannibal]

fenic!

Grousestar, since he had become a leader, never has actually had a dream from Starclan, at least not that he could remember, the last dream from them that he's had was when he was receiving his 9 lives which felt like moons ago. So when he woke up in the starry territory of the lands of his warrior ancestors, the tom couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. Usually he just had the normal dreams of chasing mice, or reliving memories, but this was the first time he's happened upon Starclan on his own. Perhaps there was a reason to this?
Flicking his ears a bit, the brown tabby glanced around, unsure if he should move or simply wait, perhaps he was suppose to wait for a cat to talk to him?
Maybe it was his parents, he misses them a great deal and wishes he could have spent more time with them before they made their journey to Starclan. Perhaps it was his old friend Lemonstar? But he's not even sure if Lemonstar has perished or not, perhaps the tom was still out there somewhere.
Nonetheless, Grousestar continued to guess about who would show up, remembering all of the deceased cats he knows, or at least attempting to.
Whoever they were, he just hoped that they could give him some advice. Had he chosen the right thing to do when liberating those clans? And moving closer to them? Had he chosen right? Had he chosen the right territory to move to? Was he doing a good job at leading this clan or was he failing miserably? He didn't like to think that he was doing a bad job, he was an optimist after all, but it was still a negative thought that sometimes nagged at the back of his mind from time to time, just like the idea that he had done the wrong thing by driving out those cats leaders.
Right now, he was really just looking for guidance and he hoped that Starclan could help him.

[Fel]

@fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)

Grousestar, since he had become a leader, never has actually had a dream from Starclan, at least not that he could remember, the last dream from them that he's had was when he was receiving his 9 lives which felt like moons ago. So when he woke up in the starry territory of the lands of his warrior ancestors, the tom couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. Usually he just had the normal dreams of chasing mice, or reliving memories, but this was the first time he's happened upon Starclan on his own. Perhaps there was a reason to this?
Flicking his ears a bit, the brown tabby glanced around, unsure if he should move or simply wait, perhaps he was suppose to wait for a cat to talk to him?
Maybe it was his parents, he misses them a great deal and wishes he could have spent more time with them before they made their journey to Starclan. Perhaps it was his old friend Lemonstar? But he's not even sure if Lemonstar has perished or not, perhaps the tom was still out there somewhere.
Nonetheless, Grousestar continued to guess about who would show up, remembering all of the deceased cats he knows, or at least attempting to.
Whoever they were, he just hoped that they could give him some advice. Had he chosen the right thing to do when liberating those clans? And moving closer to them? Had he chosen right? Had he chosen the right territory to move to? Was he doing a good job at leading this clan or was he failing miserably? He didn't like to think that he was doing a bad job, he was an optimist after all, but it was still a negative thought that sometimes nagged at the back of his mind from time to time, just like the idea that he had done the wrong thing by driving out those cats leaders.
Right now, he was really just looking for guidance and he hoped that Starclan could help him.

Being dead was, well... somewhat miserable, in a sense. Ever since he'd died saving one of his clanmates, the star-filled forest he found himself in wasn't as welcoming as it seemed, and was quite lonely. Rowanflower had been trying to find his mother or his two sisters, but it seemed as if they were off somewhere besides Starclan- maybe his mother had left his own family and gone off to find a new one, not caring about what happened to him. His father and best friend were stuck in the realm of the living, and the latter had eight more lives to live out before Rowan thought they'd be able to talk again. He spent almost every day wandering around his new surroundings dutifully, looking down towards the clans and picking up what they were doing, learning information and hoping that those close to him were doing alright. The last few days had been hectic, as he'd watched a new leader gain his own lives, and as the dark era finally came to an end- Grouse did it- he liberated all the clans, not just Riverclan. He hadn't survived to see the battle come to a close, and it hurt to know that he couldn't be there to celebrate with everybody else. He'd been worried about his own health as well- he'd been getting more faint every day, the starlight shimmering around him dimming like he was growing invisible.
However, when cats dreamed, it was as if you were sent into the dreams for a reason, to tell information, or to simply send your condolences- it brought a reason for him to stop worrying about this phenomenon and to focus on something else for a change. Settling in, he could see another form fade into the territory slowly as he waited, cocking his head to the side as he stood. However, he couldn't believe his eyes as Rowanflower saw who was there to greet him. "Grouse!" He exclaimed, eyes brightening. One of my only friends, and my most trusted, too. "Oh my gosh, I've got so much to tell you-" Has he even known... that I'm dead? He was much more faint than the outlines of Starclan cats who'd been in the forest much longer than he- and cats still remembered him, that was for sure. He'd gotten some details about the condition, but couldn't help wondering... When I dissapear, do I come back?

Will I speak to you again, or Aspenflash as well?

[The Cannibal]

Being dead was, well... somewhat miserable, in a sense. Ever since he'd died saving one of his clanmates, the star-filled forest he found himself in wasn't as welcoming as it seemed, and was quite lonely. Rowanflower had been trying to find his mother or his two sisters, but it seemed as if they were off somewhere besides Starclan- maybe his mother had left his own family and gone off to find a new one, not caring about what happened to him. His father and best friend were stuck in the realm of the living, and the latter had eight more lives to live out before Rowan thought they'd be able to talk again. He spent almost every day wandering around his new surroundings dutifully, looking down towards the clans and picking up what they were doing, learning information and hoping that those close to him were doing alright. The last few days had been hectic, as he'd watched a new leader gain his own lives, and as the dark era finally came to an end- Grouse did it- he liberated all the clans, not just Riverclan. He hadn't survived to see the battle come to a close, and it hurt to know that he couldn't be there to celebrate with everybody else. He'd been worried about his own health as well- he'd been getting more faint every day, the starlight shimmering around him dimming like he was growing invisible.
However, when cats dreamed, it was as if you were sent into the dreams for a reason, to tell information, or to simply send your condolences- it brought a reason for him to stop worrying about this phenomenon and to focus on something else for a change. Settling in, he could see another form fade into the territory slowly as he waited, cocking his head to the side as he stood. However, he couldn't believe his eyes as Rowanflower saw who was there to greet him. "Grouse!" He exclaimed, eyes brightening. One of my only friends, and my most trusted, too. "Oh my gosh, I've got so much to tell you-" Has he even known... that I'm dead? He was much more faint than the outlines of Starclan cats who'd been in the forest much longer than he- and cats still remembered him, that was for sure. He'd gotten some details about the condition, but couldn't help wondering... When I dissapear, do I come back?

Will I speak to you again, or Aspenflash as well?

The brown tabby didn't have to sit for very long before he heard a voice, and a rather familiar voice at that, begin to call out his name, though not his formal name, the informal name he tried to get every cat to use unless it was strict business. Ears perking up, Grousestar blinked and tilted his head before his emerald eyes widened as they focused on a very familiar face, his jaw parting slightly as he remembered and very well recognized his former apprentice and relatively close friend Rowanflower.
"Rowan I.."
The leader knew he had died in the battle of Shadowclan, saving a fellow clanmate while giving his own life in return, but Grouse knew that he couldn't dwell on it, it's not what Rowan would want and his clan needed him to remain strong so that they could all pull through this, he needed to keep their moral high. But there hadn't been a day since the liberation that he hadn't thought about his old apprentice, but he wasn't sad. He was proud. He was proud that the ginger and white tom had died for his clanmate, that was one of the bravest thing that any cat could do. Grousestar missed him terribly but he knew that Rowanflower would be well taken care of in Starclan, or at least, he had thought so. When he saw that the other tom wasn't as bright as he would have imagined a Starclan cat to be, he couldn't help but worry. What was happening to him?
That's not what he's come here for though. Hopefully it was just.. A figment of his imagination, that it was just his eyes messing with him. Rowanflower would be fine.

"I never got to say thank you. Thank you for being a loyal cat to Skyclan, a loyal cat to me. You've.. You've grown up so much. You were such a shy little thing when we first met, but oh Rowan you've grown up so much. You've done one of the bravest thing a cat could do, face death to save a clanmate and I couldn't be more proud."
The leader dipped his head and bowed, one of the deepest signs of respect he could offer to his former apprentice before slowly he sat back up.
"Rowan I.. I need advice." Grousestar breathed out, glancing at his paws before looking back at the other tom. "Have.. Have I been making the right choices? Or am I just leading Skyclan to it's doom? Was it right to intervene with these clans? Was it right to move to this forest to be closer to them? I can't let the clan know about my doubts but the more I think about it, the more unsure I am I just.."
Grousestar sighed.
"Am I doing the right thing here? Is this what Starclan wants?"

[Mango]

Fennelsnarl woke up," Whoa, why am I in Starclan... I've killed cats! Shouldn't I be in the Darkforest if I'm dead?" Pink Orca!

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Fennelsnarl woke up," Whoa, why am I in Starclan... I've killed cats! Shouldn't I be in the Darkforest if I'm dead?" Pink Orca!
Sandpaw walked up to the cat and touched her shoulder with her tail. "Is that what you deserve, though?" The young she-cat's fur was smooth, and her eye as well as health had been visibly restored. She blinked. "I know that can't really be what you want."

[Mango]

Sandpaw walked up to the cat and touched her shoulder with her tail. "Is that what you deserve, though?" The young she-cat's fur was smooth, and her eye as well as health had been visibly restored. She blinked. "I know that can't really be what you want."

Fennelsnarl jumped," Sandpaw!-" she stuttered," You can hear now?" she struggled to grasp that," I don't want it, though throughout apprenticehood I killed for sport, anyone unless they pretended to be my friend, why would I be able to go to Starclan?"

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Fennelsnarl jumped," Sandpaw!-" she stuttered," You can hear now?" she struggled to grasp that," I don't want it, though throughout apprenticehood I killed for sport, anyone unless they pretended to be my friend, why would I be able to go to Starclan?"
Sandpaw frowned and the scratches and wounds of her final battle slowly faded back onto her fur. She shook herself and returned back to her healthier version. "And why did you kill them?" She flicked her tail. "I know you only killed me to spare me from the life I had ahead of me. I still do not regret it, save the fact I will have to wait so much longer to get to knw my father, but he will be happy again soon enough. Come, walk with me."

[Mango]

Sandpaw frowned and the scratches and wounds of her final battle slowly faded back onto her fur. She shook herself and returned back to her healthier version. "And why did you kill them?" She flicked her tail. "I know you only killed me to spare me from the life I had ahead of me. I still do not regret it, save the fact I will have to wait so much longer to get to knw my father, but he will be happy again soon enough. Come, walk with me."
She walked with Sandpaw," I was angry with my family," she struggled, it was a hard conversation," They said I was horrible for being loyal to Starclan and the warrior code. I started to feel weak and feeble. I trained in the Darkforest, so I could over power them, but instead got addicted to it, your the only reason I could break free. I killed my littermates and parents in rage with them. I am still a young warrior, I wasn't caught, but I started killing warriors and kits and apprentices your age... It all started when my brother died from weakness that I broke down and joined. It's too late to deem myself good now, isn't it... I can be good as much as I want, but I'll never be good enough to get to Starclan..."

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

She walked with Sandpaw," I was angry with my family," she struggled, it was a hard conversation," They said I was horrible for being loyal to Starclan and the warrior code. I started to feel weak and feeble. I trained in the Darkforest, so I could over power them, but instead got addicted to it, your the only reason I could break free. I killed my littermates and parents in rage with them. I am still a young warrior, I wasn't caught, but I started killing warriors and kits and apprentices your age... It all started when my brother died from weakness that I broke down and joined. It's too late to deem myself good now, isn't it... I can be good as much as I want, but I'll never be good enough to get to Starclan..."
Sandpaw sighed. "I'm not sure where you'll go. When a good cat does evil things, are they technically evil? If an evil cat does good things, are they good?"

[Mango]

Sandpaw sighed. "I'm not sure where you'll go. When a good cat does evil things, are they technically evil? If an evil cat does good things, are they good?"

She paused," Yes. But I still doubt I'll redeem myself and if I can't then what's the point of trying too?"

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

She paused," Yes. But I still doubt I'll redeem myself and if I can't then what's the point of trying too?"
Sandpaw smiled. "Trying can do a lot." She paused. "If I hadn't tried,I would never have learned to speak. If I wasn't trying, I wouldn't be able to do this." She suddenly leapt at Fennel, knocking her over and jumping back. "See?"

[Mango]

Sandpaw smiled. "Trying can do a lot." She paused. "If I hadn't tried,I would never have learned to speak. If I wasn't trying, I wouldn't be able to do this." She suddenly leapt at Fennel, knocking her over and jumping back. "See?"

She was startled and scrambled back up," Wow! But u got a good point...,"

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

She was startled and scrambled back up," Wow! But u got a good point...,"
Sndpaw laughed at her suprise, but suddenly her expression went serious. "Promise me that your won't forget this when you wake up."

[Mango]

Sndpaw laughed at her suprise, but suddenly her expression went serious. "Promise me that your won't forget this when you wake up."
She nodded," I won't, I promise..."

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

She nodded," I won't, I promise..."
Sandpaw beamed. "It's always good to know the cat you're talking to will remember your conversation," she purred. "But we haven't much time. There is pity and love in you. If you try, I myself will try to get you here, even if I have to drag you by your scruff out of the Dark Forest, okay?"

[BEAR.]

Brooklyn Trees

After being freed from the bonds of StarClan, if only for a short time, Aconiteheart didn't know why anyone would want to go back. To him, the air was stale and stagnant; a shadow of the fresh breeze that graced the realm of the living.

His return was important however, as he awaited Ebonypaw to materialize within this dream. With the young tuxedo being the sole healer of SkyClan, it was vital she was trained as quickly and efficiently as possible. The ancient medicine cat couldn't expect her to stay up all night learning; unlike him, she needed sleep to survive. So, they'd do the next best thing: dream training.

It would be detrimental in the concept it should leave her mentally fatigued, but under the circumstances, there wasn't many options. When her training was completed, he was certain she'd be appreciative of the rest that would follow.

Until she was required to talk to their ancestors, that is. Perhaps the future would bring omens that would torment her. It would be good to pass on the advice to heed these warnings, lest SkyClan fall victim to a similar fate as their ancestral clans. With Grousestar as leader however, Aconiteheart couldn't foresee this happening. Only time would tell.

[Fel]

The brown tabby didn't have to sit for very long before he heard a voice, and a rather familiar voice at that, begin to call out his name, though not his formal name, the informal name he tried to get every cat to use unless it was strict business. Ears perking up, Grousestar blinked and tilted his head before his emerald eyes widened as they focused on a very familiar face, his jaw parting slightly as he remembered and very well recognized his former apprentice and relatively close friend Rowanflower.
"Rowan I.."
The leader knew he had died in the battle of Shadowclan, saving a fellow clanmate while giving his own life in return, but Grouse knew that he couldn't dwell on it, it's not what Rowan would want and his clan needed him to remain strong so that they could all pull through this, he needed to keep their moral high. But there hadn't been a day since the liberation that he hadn't thought about his old apprentice, but he wasn't sad. He was proud. He was proud that the ginger and white tom had died for his clanmate, that was one of the bravest thing that any cat could do. Grousestar missed him terribly but he knew that Rowanflower would be well taken care of in Starclan, or at least, he had thought so. When he saw that the other tom wasn't as bright as he would have imagined a Starclan cat to be, he couldn't help but worry. What was happening to him?
That's not what he's come here for though. Hopefully it was just.. A figment of his imagination, that it was just his eyes messing with him. Rowanflower would be fine.

"I never got to say thank you. Thank you for being a loyal cat to Skyclan, a loyal cat to me. You've.. You've grown up so much. You were such a shy little thing when we first met, but oh Rowan you've grown up so much. You've done one of the bravest thing a cat could do, face death to save a clanmate and I couldn't be more proud."
The leader dipped his head and bowed, one of the deepest signs of respect he could offer to his former apprentice before slowly he sat back up.
"Rowan I.. I need advice." Grousestar breathed out, glancing at his paws before looking back at the other tom. "Have.. Have I been making the right choices? Or am I just leading Skyclan to it's doom? Was it right to intervene with these clans? Was it right to move to this forest to be closer to them? I can't let the clan know about my doubts but the more I think about it, the more unsure I am I just.."
Grousestar sighed.
"Am I doing the right thing here? Is this what Starclan wants?"

"Grouse, you're not leading anyone towards doom, and you know that." Rowanflower sighed, flicking his tail in dismay as he saw how unnerved his friend was. He didn't want to see this, especially when the tom was so happy-go-lucky in his daily life- at least, when he was alive to see how he acted. He didn't know if anything had gone wrong during the time he'd been stuck up here in Starclan, a place talked about as if it was the most amazing place in the entire forest- but it was a prison to those who were without anyone they cared for, when they couldn't see how everyone else was doing, stuck to roam about the heavens themselves. Aspenflash, Ashenpaw- my family, they're stuck down there without me! "The new clans are going through tough times, too, from what I've heard- they're all recovering from what happened to them, and they're indebted to you for saving them." He repeated the words he'd been hearing around Starclan to the leader, trying to emphasize the fact that the clans weren't about to attack his own for quite some time, since they had Skyclan to thank for saving them from their own evil leaders. "One clan's even got a new leader and deputy, and there's yet to be a deputy appointed in... Windclan, I think that was the one. They're weak, and need your help."

"Really, you should talk to their leaders or deputies- they're sure to thank you." Rowanflower exclaimed, not noticing the slight flicker of his own tail- the fact that the very tip of it was completely gone already.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Brooklyn Trees

After being freed from the bonds of StarClan, if only for a short time, Aconiteheart didn't know why anyone would want to go back. To him, the air was stale and stagnant; a shadow of the fresh breeze that graced the realm of the living.

His return was important however, as he awaited Ebonypaw to materialize within this dream. With the young tuxedo being the sole healer of SkyClan, it was vital she was trained as quickly and efficiently as possible. The ancient medicine cat couldn't expect her to stay up all night learning; unlike him, she needed sleep to survive. So, they'd do the next best thing: dream training.

It would be detrimental in the concept it should leave her mentally fatigued, but under the circumstances, there wasn't many options. When her training was completed, he was certain she'd be appreciative of the rest that would follow.

Until she was required to talk to their ancestors, that is. Perhaps the future would bring omens that would torment her. It would be good to pass on the advice to heed these warnings, lest SkyClan fall victim to a similar fate as their ancestral clans. With Grousestar as leader however, Aconiteheart couldn't foresee this happening. Only time would tell.

Ebonypaw found herself suddenly in a place that she had never before seen. She looked around in confusion, wondering how she had come to be in this place. The last she had remembered before being here was falling asleep. She would have thought it was a dream of it didn't seem so realistic, she could see details in the objects around her, unlike when generally dreaming, which for her at least seemed to more blurred and unrealistic than this place that she found herself in now.
The tuxedo nearly jumped as she noticed a familiar tom nearby. Aconiteheart, whom she knew to be dead. Am I dead then? She asked herself in thought, though she knew she couldn't answer that. She had no reason to be dead, right?

Ebonypaw padded towards the tabby, curious as to what was going on and why she was suddenly in... Actually she didn't know where she was, so just how she had gotten to be here. Wherever 'here' was.
Her long black tail swept the floor as she paused in front of Aconiteheart, looking up at him with her blue eyes and dipping her head in greeting.

[BEAR.]

Brooklyn Trees

Perking up at the sight of the younger feline, Aconiteheart rose to his paws to greet the apprentice. "Hey!" Knowing Ebonypaw might be confused by this change of setting, the spectral tom explained: "It's okay, you're in StarClan but you're not dead. This is a dream -- and since it's not trapped within the confines of your mind, it's more realistic. 'Cause y'know, it's a real place. You're actually seeing this."

"Anyway, I figured we could save time with some training while you sleep. It's better to utilize what time we have, while we have it, yeah?" He couldn't stress how precious time was to others. Their life clock was always ticking down, and they never knew when their last day was.

"Tonight I was thinking we could go over ruptured and torn ligaments, if you're up for it. I think that'll be more useful for you." In the upcoming days, that is. Those injuries weren't remarkably common but the information was good to know to avoid any permanent disabilities that may follow an accident.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Brooklyn Trees

Perking up at the sight of the younger feline, Aconiteheart rose to his paws to greet the apprentice. "Hey!" Knowing Ebonypaw might be confused by this change of setting, the spectral tom explained: "It's okay, you're in StarClan but you're not dead. This is a dream -- and since it's not trapped within the confines of your mind, it's more realistic. 'Cause y'know, it's a real place. You're actually seeing this."

"Anyway, I figured we could save time with some training while you sleep. It's better to utilize what time we have, while we have it, yeah?" He couldn't stress how precious time was to others. Their life clock was always ticking down, and they never knew when their last day was.

"Tonight I was thinking we could go over ruptured and torn ligaments, if you're up for it. I think that'll be more useful for you." In the upcoming days, that is. Those injuries weren't remarkably common but the information was good to know to avoid any permanent disabilities that may follow an accident.

Ebonypaw glanced around again. How had he known exactly what she was confused about? Ancient Starclan medicine cat. Maybe he's telepathic or had the same questions when he first arrived or something. she shrugged it off and continued to listen.
"Ruptured and torn ligaments?" She asked. She hadn't ever heard of such a thing before, but then again she hadn't heard of a lot of things.
"Yes, I'm up for it." She added quickly though. Questioning the words was silly since Aconiteheart would be teaching her about it shortly enough... Probably.

Ebonypaw swept her tail along the ground again as she waited for some kind of instruction or something. She wasn't sure if they were going anywhere so she didn't sit. Not yet anyways. Instead she just swept her tail along the ground absent-mindedly as she looked at the ancient tabby tom standing before her. She was still a bit surprised when she reminded herself that she was speaking to a tom who was long dead. That was one of the great things about Starclan though, right? This way knowledge could never be lost, only added to.

[BEAR.]

Brooklyn Trees

"Okay, so - a ligament is a band of tissue in your leg, right? It supports it, keeping the bones in position, and if that's damaged it can cause severe pain and potentially leave them crippled. The recovery time with these can take up to a few moons .. as for treatment, with a partial tear you can give them a couple poppy seeds and have them rest, with limited exercise and just -movement in general. For complete tears, or ruptures - since there's no difference, they'll need to be splinted. This is where climbing vines and sticks come into play. If you'll follow me.."

Aconiteheart turned from the apprentice, approaching a nearby tree where oval shaped leaves circled the trunk. The spirit reared up on his hindlegs, his forepaws firmly planted on the trunk as he reached to nip the stem of the vine in several locations, giving him a few decently-length vines. He grabbed the fragments of the plant and dropped back to the ground. "I'll show you how to prepare a splint," he spoke around the stem and leaves as he turned back to the apprentice, "if you grab a couple sticks for me. Since we don't have a patient to practice on, it'll be oral instructions with you splinting my leg. Sound good?"

[NightWarrior4Life]

"I'm sorry, I'm going to become a medicine cat? That's not what I was told last moon. Last moon I was told I was going to just...disappear from the clans...and be some forgotten cat...an irrelevant cat. My siblings are going to...over power me? We're not looking for power we're just living normal lives!" GleamRose was frustrated. "Just say something! I need to know my future! I was sent here by-" GleamRose had forgotten. Wasn't she here for a medicine cat ceremony? Or was she just simply sent specially by DappleStar? It's got to have something to do with when we were kits. When my siblings and I were abandoned in the snow in the middle of Leaf-bare, just a moon old. Her sister, ShineFlower, was practically frozen solid and her brother, AcornFlame, would've died from sickness. It was lucky StarClan saw mercy on them. Even though they were just rouges, StarClan saw they were able to become clan cats and follow the laws their ancestors and ancestors before them had laid down. That didn't happen to many cats. StarClan guided a patrol of WindClan cats to them and not long after, they were hopping about the nursery with the other kits and their adopted mother. "So what? If I'm here to become a medicine cat, can I go? So what? If I'm here to become a forgotten warrior am I just stranded here? Stuck in this void? Surrounded by the dead..." No answer. If this was to be her destiny, then tough, she'd just have to put up with it. She was a living StarClan cat now...

[Brooklyn Trees]

Brooklyn Trees

"Okay, so - a ligament is a band of tissue in your leg, right? It supports it, keeping the bones in position, and if that's damaged it can cause severe pain and potentially leave them crippled. The recovery time with these can take up to a few moons .. as for treatment, with a partial tear you can give them a couple poppy seeds and have them rest, with limited exercise and just -movement in general. For complete tears, or ruptures - since there's no difference, they'll need to be splinted. This is where climbing vines and sticks come into play. If you'll follow me.."

Aconiteheart turned from the apprentice, approaching a nearby tree where oval shaped leaves circled the trunk. The spirit reared up on his hindlegs, his forepaws firmly planted on the trunk as he reached to nip the stem of the vine in several locations, giving him a few decently-length vines. He grabbed the fragments of the plant and dropped back to the ground. "I'll show you how to prepare a splint," he spoke around the stem and leaves as he turned back to the apprentice, "if you grab a couple sticks for me. Since we don't have a patient to practice on, it'll be oral instructions with you splinting my leg. Sound good?"

Ebonypaw padded after the tabby tom, her white paws making soft padding sounds against the ground. She watched him remove the vines from the trunk of the tree and begin to speak. What in the name of Starclan is a splint? The tuxedo cat thought, the word seemed unfamiliar and strange in her mind, as she imagined it would also feel on her tongue. Nevertheless she did as the ancient spirit asked her and began to search the nearby ground for sticks.

With a small collection of sticks of various widths, lengths and sturdiness she found her way back to the position of standing before the tabby tom with a mouthful of sticks, still contemplating the curiosity of the unusual word that was 'splint'. She waited for a moment with the sticks in her mouth before putting them down on her two forepaws and sweeping her long black tail against the ground as she waited for Aconiteheart to say something further or give some other instruction as to what she should do with the sticks that she had collected together.

[The Cannibal]

"Grouse, you're not leading anyone towards doom, and you know that." Rowanflower sighed, flicking his tail in dismay as he saw how unnerved his friend was. He didn't want to see this, especially when the tom was so happy-go-lucky in his daily life- at least, when he was alive to see how he acted. He didn't know if anything had gone wrong during the time he'd been stuck up here in Starclan, a place talked about as if it was the most amazing place in the entire forest- but it was a prison to those who were without anyone they cared for, when they couldn't see how everyone else was doing, stuck to roam about the heavens themselves. Aspenflash, Ashenpaw- my family, they're stuck down there without me! "The new clans are going through tough times, too, from what I've heard- they're all recovering from what happened to them, and they're indebted to you for saving them." He repeated the words he'd been hearing around Starclan to the leader, trying to emphasize the fact that the clans weren't about to attack his own for quite some time, since they had Skyclan to thank for saving them from their own evil leaders. "One clan's even got a new leader and deputy, and there's yet to be a deputy appointed in... Windclan, I think that was the one. They're weak, and need your help."

"Really, you should talk to their leaders or deputies- they're sure to thank you." Rowanflower exclaimed, not noticing the slight flicker of his own tail- the fact that the very tip of it was completely gone already.

"Well I mean.. I do know that, but I still can't help but have my doubts, they were big decisions, really my first big decisions I've ever made in my life. I can't help but worry if I made the wrong choice... I mean.. I mean look what.. What happened to you.." Mewed the tom, a glimmer of sadness and guilt worming onto his face as he looked at the glimmering Rowanflower, his former apprentice whom he cared deeply for, before looking back to his paws with a quiet sigh. Grousestar never let these emotions show through to the cats of his clan, it was never a question in his mind, he couldn't let them see him like that because then they'd lose faith in him as a leader, and besides his happy, cheery demeanor always seemed to make other cats happy, which always made him happy in the end too. He didn't want his clan to see him like this so he instead saved it for when he was alone and could let them out, like in dreams or just when he's simply alone in his den with his thoughts. There was more to Grouse than happiness, you just couldn't expect a cat to be happy all of the time, it was impossible, there were always other emotions and he could get angry too, just never with any of his clanmates, never, no, his anger is saved for those that threaten his clan. Like the Dusk Syndicate whom he has yet to learn about. Nonetheless, I digress, but there is more to this tom than simple happiness and optimism.
His emerald gaze looked back to his former apprentice as he began to speak again, the tip of the leaders tail flicking back and forth. "I don't like to think that they're indebted to me, I don't need to be repaid, it's not right. I just wanted to help." There was a pause as he listened to Rowanflower continue, one of his usual smiles appearing on his muzzle as he heard the clans were recovering. "Yes.. Perhaps I will travel to them in a few days to check in with them. I just.. I want to be sure they're doing okay and that I haven't caused too much damage."
Once again the tom paused, remembering something he had smelled along one of his borders, his head tilting.
"Though I can't help but wonder.. Is there.. Another clan besides the ones we liberated? I continuously smell strong scent markers along one of our borders as if there's another clan, or is it just a band of rogues? Do you know anything of this Rowan?"

[Static]

Water heart looked around the clearing solemly

[NightWarrior4Life]

Water heart looked into the bloodie poll and told herself once again,"that kit should not have lived.he has cast a dark shadow across the forest..."
She knew no cat would listen to her.she stared into the pool with the bloodie brown figure.a figure that looked exactly like cayote kit
"H-hello? Is any cat there?" She meets the eyes of the StarClan cat..."you're a StarClan cat right? What are you looking at?"

[Hexict]

Zero to Hero- you can just skip to the last paragraph if you want ^w^

A young tom blinked his autumn orbs open. He was initially confused as to where he was at the moment. Northpath strained to remember what had happened and why he wasn't in the medicine cats' den along with Zerosight. But Zerosight wasn't to be seen and this sure wasn't Thunderclan. He believed - and honestly felt - as if he had just woken up from a dream... or maybe this was a dream?

His orbs widened as he took in the starry area. He had never seen Starclan, but he knew this was it. The tom had trained for most of his young life as a medicine cat, yet unfortunately for him he had become one when the Dark Forest had already began their take over of the clans and he hadn't been able to have any contact with their ancestors ever. But now he believed that this was his first dream with them.

He began to remember the fight that had taken place between the Starclan supporters and Dark Forest supporters - though the ending hadn't yet come back to him.

Northpath began to believe that they had won and now Starclan was free to visit the clans when they pleased. Perhaps they are here because they couldn't truly show at my apprentice ceremony as well as my naming ceremony? The tabby silently wonder and gazed around at the place that he had only heard stories of. Though he hadn't been born into the clans, the tom had been quick to embrace their beliefs in their starry ancestors. Though perhaps that was more of a hope that someone was looking out for him rather than just blind accepting a belief he had never heard of previously?

But it didn't take too long. Even though he was looking around and trying to remember what happened, it came relatively quick.

Zerosight! His mentor's name was the first thing that he thought of. Not the fact that he had just been killed, but he worried that maybe he hadn't actually been able to save his mentor after all. But then again, his mentor wasn't to be seen. The dark tom dug his claws into the soft ground as he suddenly felt a flash of physical and mental pain thinking about the events that had lead up to his death. Northpath had to accept that he was now dead. That he had died at the young age of fourteen moons and now he would be replaced in the clans almost as if he never even existed. It was painful to think of that.

But as soon as the flash passed, he felt a strange sensation of peace. He knew it must have been the place that gave him that feeling since he believed that he really shouldn't be at peace with his death. No one should. But he had saved Zerosight, which would hopefully lead to his mentor continuing on for moons to come and treat others, something that Northpath doubted he would be able to do with Zerosight despite having near all knowledge of herbs that his mentor could've possibly taught him.

But he was dead, and it was strange that he felt practically free of regret. Though he was glad that Zerosight was alive and planed to watch over him as much as possible. He wondered how could become his next apprentice and Northpath had to admit that he felt the prickly of jealousy at the fact that he would have to be replaced - and Zerosight might love this cat more than he loved Northpath.

The dark tabby began to feel lonely at the thoughts, and decided to call out to anyone around. "Hello?" He hoped someone would be able to help him. He wasn't exactly sure what to do now. All he knew of Starclan that they were the deceased cats that use to live in the clans who now watch over them... but was all he he to do now just stalk the living? "Hello?" He called again, his voice a bit shaky yet this time a bit louder.

[Zero]

Zero to Hero- you can just skip to the last paragraph if you want ^w^

A young tom blinked his autumn orbs open. He was initially confused as to where he was at the moment. Northpath strained to remember what had happened and why he wasn't in the medicine cats' den along with Zerosight. But Zerosight wasn't to be seen and this sure wasn't Thunderclan. He believed - and honestly felt - as if he had just woken up from a dream... or maybe this was a dream?

His orbs widened as he took in the starry area. He had never seen Starclan, but he knew this was it. The tom had trained for most of his young life as a medicine cat, yet unfortunately for him he had become one when the Dark Forest had already began their take over of the clans and he hadn't been able to have any contact with their ancestors ever. But now he believed that this was his first dream with them.

He began to remember the fight that had taken place between the Starclan supporters and Dark Forest supporters - though the ending hadn't yet come back to him.

Northpath began to believe that they had won and now Starclan was free to visit the clans when they pleased. Perhaps they are here because they couldn't truly show at my apprentice ceremony as well as my naming ceremony? The tabby silently wonder and gazed around at the place that he had only heard stories of. Though he hadn't been born into the clans, the tom had been quick to embrace their beliefs in their starry ancestors. Though perhaps that was more of a hope that someone was looking out for him rather than just blind accepting a belief he had never heard of previously?

But it didn't take too long. Even though he was looking around and trying to remember what happened, it came relatively quick.

Zerosight! His mentor's name was the first thing that he thought of. Not the fact that he had just been killed, but he worried that maybe he hadn't actually been able to save his mentor after all. But then again, his mentor wasn't to be seen. The dark tom dug his claws into the soft ground as he suddenly felt a flash of physical and mental pain thinking about the events that had lead up to his death. Northpath had to accept that he was now dead. That he had died at the young age of fourteen moons and now he would be replaced in the clans almost as if he never even existed. It was painful to think of that.

But as soon as the flash passed, he felt a strange sensation of peace. He knew it must have been the place that gave him that feeling since he believed that he really shouldn't be at peace with his death. No one should. But he had saved Zerosight, which would hopefully lead to his mentor continuing on for moons to come and treat others, something that Northpath doubted he would be able to do with Zerosight despite having near all knowledge of herbs that his mentor could've possibly taught him.

But he was dead, and it was strange that he felt practically free of regret. Though he was glad that Zerosight was alive and planed to watch over him as much as possible. He wondered how could become his next apprentice and Northpath had to admit that he felt the prickly of jealousy at the fact that he would have to be replaced - and Zerosight might love this cat more than he loved Northpath.

The dark tabby began to feel lonely at the thoughts, and decided to call out to anyone around. "Hello?" He hoped someone would be able to help him. He wasn't exactly sure what to do now. All he knew of Starclan that they were the deceased cats that use to live in the clans who now watch over them... but was all he he to do now just stalk the living? "Hello?" He called again, his voice a bit shaky yet this time a bit louder.

Royalwatcher wandered the territory, humming quietly under his breath. The orange tabby often went on walks to gather his thoughts and do a bit of hunting. Usually, it was just him and the StarClan forest; he rarely ran into anybody. Today was an exception to that. The warrior paused when he heard a quiet greeting from somewhere near. At first, he thought he hadn't heard correctly, that it had been the wind or something. However, when the call came again, he realized that there was actually somebody there. They seem nervous..? Could it be a new StarClan cat? The tom quickly went toward where the sound came from, his blue eyes filled with concern. Emerging from the bushes, Royalwatcher tried to offer the newly deceased cat a friendly smile. "Hi there."

[Hexict]

Zero to Hero

The dark tabby turned as he heard someone approaching quickly. His fur began to rise at the thought of a threat, though he knew that Starclan would never harm him... or at least now that he was dead anyway. It's not like he blamed his ancestors for his death, but rather his own decision - and if he were to blame any ancestors, it would be the Dark Forest.

He believed that they had put everything into motion - which was the truth. Of course, he hadn't been so sure until now. He had just thought that the leaders were acting on their own when they turned from Starclan and also refused to take the traditional 'star' suffix that usually is taken by the leaders. But he now understood that they hadn't acting on their own and had rather been guided by the Dark Forest.

How could anyone follow them? Northpath still couldn't wrap his brain around the thought of turning on Starclan to instead follow the Place of no Stars. Despite never having contact or any sign of Starclan up until his death, he had strongly and loyal stood beside their beliefs... but had been too afraid to stand up to Ratnight or Fennelstrike. The young tom did feel guilty about that. He wished he had had the nerves to speak out against them, but he knew that he would've been killed and nothing would've changed - just like what happened when Singenight took over Windclan and killed some of his own cats that would speak against his reign.

Even though Northpath has been killed nonetheless, if he had died soon than wouldn't Zerosight have been killed in that battle?

Northpath began to relax as an orange tabby made his way into sight and greeted him in a friendly manner. His tail did twitch though. Part of him had expected someone whom he'd know or even some of his family. But he doubted that kitty-pets and loners winded up here - though he did have hopes they would - and just about everyone he knew was still alive. So he got a stranger. "Oh, uh... hello," he repeated 'hello'. He quickly shook his head. "Uh, this is Starclan, right?" The tom felt like an idiot as he questioned Royalwatcher and waited for a confirmation.

[Static]

"H-hello? Is any cat there?" She meets the eyes of the StarClan cat..."you're a StarClan cat right? What are you looking at?"
...

[Reverie]

Freightbird appeared, her starry figure almost blinding, her eyes lit up with the starlight.

[seasalt]

( Anyone can reply, but only one. )
Blizzardpaw opened his eyes, amber orbs glistening still
with the fear that he had when he had died. The brown and cream tabby then realized, he was dead, now a member of his ancestors. He knew he couldn't come back, he knew that, with all his heart, even if he desperately wanted to. The tom cat sat their stil, but his head scanning the starry plane, wondering, if he would meet a cat, one of his ancestors, to help him understand, what had happened. Blizzardpaw then knew that he, somehow, was killed from staying out in the cold for too long and froze to death, but why? Was it fate? Was it destiny? These things puzzled the young eight moon old apprentice. He wanted to be at peace and understand to his death, as he knew, Cherrypaw would miss him, his recent new friend. Besides puzzling over his recent death, Blizzardpaw also had willingness to go back, to do something. But, now, all he probably could do now, was watch his clan over, or perhaps, the other clans. Something, Blizzardpaw wasn't too keen on doing, he'd rather stick with his own clan, Shadowclan, than look out on the other three...no...four other clans. But, Skyclan was an interesting case, and...they came out of no where, strangely. That made them more interesting, rich, and new then the other clans, Blizzardpaw had thought once, with great curiosity. Yes, indeed, but, still, that didn't matter right now, at all.

[NightWarrior4Life]

...
"Please, say something! I don't know why I'm here but I am..." She sighed "you seem troubled, let me help!"

[Static]

"Please, say something! I don't know why I'm here but I am..." She sighed "you seem troubled, let me help!"
Water heart sighed and looked at the cat and said," cayote kit...seems to want to be just like his farther.iI believe he will succeed.if he does,then the forest will have to be under his leader ship.a bad one it will be.maby worst then the evil erA we just faced.Idomnt kno what to do bbecause he might change and I have not received a prophicy.(had to change the one part because of role play guide lines.I forgot about not doing a prophicy.)

[NightWarrior4Life]

Water heart sighed and looked at the cat and said," cayote kit...seems to want to be just like his farther.iI believe he will succeed.if he does,then the forest will have to be under his leader ship.a bad one it will be.maby worst then the evil erA we just faced.Idomnt kno what to do bbecause he might change and I have not received a prophicy.(had to change the one part because of role play guide lines.I forgot about not doing a prophicy.)
GleamRose gasped. "Cayote? As in...Windclan's Cayote? OMG! He's my sister's mate! And she's pregnant with his kits! Well I mean, he will in the future because...this is all like a dream? It's hard to explain but...wow! I've gotta warn her...she's in the dark forest right now!"

[Static]

GleamRose gasped. "Cayote? As in...Windclan's Cayote? OMG! He's my sister's mate! And she's pregnant with his kits! Well I mean, he will in the future because...this is all like a dream? It's hard to explain but...wow! I've gotta warn her...she's in the dark forest right now!"
(No.he is a kit and my characterhe can be if u want though.I can't do a prophicy cause it's against the rules:-) )

[NightWarrior4Life]

(No.he is a kit and my characterhe can be if u want though.I can't do a prophicy cause it's against the rules:-) )
(Yeah you don't have to do a prophecy I mean, my character, ShineFlower, is also still a kit but they are seeing themselves kind of in the future...anyway, on with the RP!)

[Static]

(Yeah you don't have to do a prophecy I mean, my character, ShineFlower, is also still a kit but they are seeing themselves kind of in the future...anyway, on with the RP!)
Water heart looked at the cat and said,"nobody can change the future.but they can prepare for it."and then the cat fades away.leaving nothing.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Water heart looked at the cat and said,"nobody can change the future.but they can prepare for it."and then the cat fades away.leaving nothing.
"But- no! I'm here to find out about me..." GleamRose felt rejected.

[NightWarrior4Life]

( Anyone can reply, but only one. )
Blizzardpaw opened his eyes, amber orbs glistening still
with the fear that he had when he had died. The brown and cream tabby then realized, he was dead, now a member of his ancestors. He knew he couldn't come back, he knew that, with all his heart, even if he desperately wanted to. The tom cat sat their stil, but his head scanning the starry plane, wondering, if he would meet a cat, one of his ancestors, to help him understand, what had happened. Blizzardpaw then knew that he, somehow, was killed from staying out in the cold for too long and froze to death, but why? Was it fate? Was it destiny? These things puzzled the young eight moon old apprentice. He wanted to be at peace and understand to his death, as he knew, Cherrypaw would miss him, his recent new friend. Besides puzzling over his recent death, Blizzardpaw also had willingness to go back, to do something. But, now, all he probably could do now, was watch his clan over, or perhaps, the other clans. Something, Blizzardpaw wasn't too keen on doing, he'd rather stick with his own clan, Shadowclan, than look out on the other three...no...four other clans. But, Skyclan was an interesting case, and...they came out of no where, strangely. That made them more interesting, rich, and new then the other clans, Blizzardpaw had thought once, with great curiosity. Yes, indeed, but, still, that didn't matter right now, at all.
GleamRose padded on through the stars. She noticed the lone apprentice Tom. "You're a StarClan cat right?"

[seasalt]

GleamRose padded on through the stars. She noticed the lone apprentice Tom. "You're a StarClan cat right?"


Blizzardpaw turned around, his amber orbs blinking in confusion for a moment, before, giving a nervous, but somewhat wise nod. "Ah, yes, I suppose you could say, i'm a Starclan Cat, a recent one, that is." He responded, a warm smile on his face. Blizzardpaw wasn't accustomed to the starry plane yet, but he obviously hoped that, he could be okay with being dead, he was a bit, but not by much.
Blizzardpaw couldn't tell if Gleamrose was dead or not, but maybe that was because he was still, a recent cat that appeared here.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Blizzardpaw turned around, his amber orbs blinking in confusion for a moment, before, giving a nervous, but somewhat wise nod. "Ah, yes, I suppose you could say, i'm a Starclan Cat, a recent one, that is." He responded, a warm smile on his face. Blizzardpaw wasn't accustomed to the starry plane yet, but he obviously hoped that, he could be okay with being dead, he was a bit, but not by much.
Blizzardpaw couldn't tell if Gleamrose was dead or not, but maybe that was because he was still, a recent cat that appeared here.

"How recent?" She said, anxiously. "Because I was hoping you'd know something...anything...about...me...about my life...it's confusing so don't worry, I'm not expecting you to understand at first...or at all!" She put her tail on the apprentice's shoulder.

[seasalt]

"How recent?" She said, anxiously. "Because I was hoping you'd know something...anything...about...me...about my life...it's confusing so don't worry, I'm not expecting you to understand at first...or at all!" She put her tail on the apprentice's shoulder.



The brown, cream, and white tabby's ears flattened in memory of his death,
his ice chilling, cold death. "A few days ago, I died hunting for my clan..and I came into camp, freezing, and a died, died right their the camp. How precious life can be." Blizzardpaw paused, before turning to Gleamrose, "Ah, Gleamrose, correct, and. No, I do not know you but, I'm free to listen."
The wise apprentice replied, eyes warm as ever. It would be interesting to listen to a cats story, and he could learn more about others he never met in the living world. He sniffed at bit at the touch, but said nothing. "If I may ask, what clan are you from?" He questioned, wanting to make sure where the cat was from, he needed to know that information first, but she began, it was necessary, for him. "I'm sure you may have many questions is to why you are here, sometimes, cats will themselves, without knowing it, to our realm, and our world. It was, confusing at first, but you will understand with time."
Blizzardpaw would of chuckled at his wise looking demeanor, but this young cat needed some guidance, and he would give the molly the answers she needed, hopefully. He didn't know what kind of guidance she needed, but, he knew he would found out soon.

[NightWarrior4Life]

The brown, cream, and white tabby's ears flattened in memory of his death,
his ice chilling, cold death. "A few days ago, I died hunting for my clan..and I came into camp, freezing, and a died, died right their the camp. How precious life can be." Blizzardpaw paused, before turning to Gleamrose, "Ah, Gleamrose, correct, and. No, I do not know you but, I'm free to listen."
The wise apprentice replied, eyes warm as ever. It would be interesting to listen to a cats story, and he could learn more about others he never met in the living world. He sniffed at bit at the touch, but said nothing. "If I may ask, what clan are you from?" He questioned, wanting to make sure where the cat was from, he needed to know that information first, but she began, it was necessary, for him. "I'm sure you may have many questions is to why you are here, sometimes, cats will themselves, without knowing it, to our realm, and our world. It was, confusing at first, but you will understand with time."
Blizzardpaw would of chuckled at his wise looking demeanor, but this young cat needed some guidance, and he would give the molly the answers she needed, hopefully. He didn't know what kind of guidance she needed, but, he knew he would found out soon.

"I'm from WindClan...but I wasn't born there...my parents were rogues...VelvetNight and HarmonyBlade...they lived at sea stones with another Tom called CrispLeaf. He fathered my half siblings, Overkit and ThundraKit but seeing as I'm in the state I'm in, I doubt they're kits...I wonder what they're warrior names would be?" She trailed off a little, staring into the distance...an endless void surrounded her. Full of ancient wisdom and stories. Shame she couldn't get to know it better. "Sorry, that must've been so sad for you..." She put her tail around his starry shoulders and gazed at her own paws.

[seasalt]

"I'm from WindClan...but I wasn't born there...my parents were rogues...VelvetNight and HarmonyBlade...they lived at sea stones with another Tom called CrispLeaf. He fathered my half siblings, Overkit and ThundraKit but seeing as I'm in the state I'm in, I doubt they're kits...I wonder what they're warrior names would be?" She trailed off a little, staring into the distance...an endless void surrounded her. Full of ancient wisdom and stories. Shame she couldn't get to know it better. "Sorry, that must've been so sad for you..." She put her tail around his starry shoulders and gazed at her own paws.


"Ah, I see." Blizzardpaw spoke, eyes glimmering in the starry light. "What state, may I ask?" The wise, and thoughtful apprentice beyond his real age asked, before stating, "Every cat has their stories, their backstories, some are sadder than others, I'm sure theirs cats who have much more tragic stories than yours, but of course, you never know who those stories belong to, you have to dig deep, which is hard for living cats who don't understand the ways of how some stories shape the clan's lives." He understood the pain, of not seeing family again, being that his parents died in the Shadowclan Liberation, together. He hated his parents, they were evil, Dark Forest followers to the very end.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Ah, I see." Blizzardpaw spoke, eyes glimmering in the starry light. "What state, may I ask?" The wise, and thoughtful apprentice beyond his real age asked, before stating, "Every cat has their stories, their backstories, some are sadder than others, I'm sure theirs cats who have much more tragic stories than yours, but of course, you never know who those stories belong to, you have to dig deep, which is hard for living cats who don't understand the ways of how some stories shape the clan's lives." He understood the pain, of not seeing family again, being that his parents died in the Shadowclan Liberation, together. He hated his parents, they were evil, Dark Forest followers to the very end.

"I doubt it matters...look, I've been told what will happen to me...I believe I am dreaming right now, so don't get your hopes up. One cat told me I'd disappear...and just be...irrelevant and forgotten about and another said I'd become medicine cat apprentice which I think is very unlikely! Do you have any idea what they might be getting to?"

[seasalt]

"I doubt it matters...look, I've been told what will happen to me...I believe I am dreaming right now, so don't get your hopes up. One cat told me I'd disappear...and just be...irrelevant and forgotten about and another said I'd become medicine cat apprentice which I think is very unlikely! Do you have any idea what they might be getting to?"


"I see. And, yes, you are dreaming." Blizzardpaw gave a slight nod before continuing. "Some cats tend to be misleading, its up to you if you disappear, become some cat important, or do something heroic, it is your destiny, you get to decide. The choices you make are up to you as well. You are, free to what limits are at your fur, so to speak. If you want to disappear, you can, its your choice. Some things, you can't stop, but it's also, up to you, if you stop it, or not." Blizzardpaw dearly hoped this would help, he didn't want to misleading, or wrong, like the other cats were, he wanted it to make more sense, to be practical. Practical things made more since, than non practical, after all. Blizzardpaw's tail curled around himself slowly as he spoke again. "I have the power to get you back in the waking world, if you wish." He meowed firmly, eyes shining with warmth and kindness. Yes, it was an option, a very easy to get option.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"I see. And, yes, you are dreaming." Blizzardpaw gave a slight nod before continuing. "Some cats tend to be misleading, its up to you if you disappear, become some cat important, or do something heroic, it is your destiny, you get to decide. The choices you make are up to you as well. You are, free to what limits are at your fur, so to speak. If you want to disappear, you can, its your choice. Some things, you can't stop, but it's also, up to you, if you stop it, or not." Blizzardpaw dearly hoped this would help, he didn't want to misleading, or wrong, like the other cats were, he wanted it to make more sense, to be practical. Practical things made more since, than non practical, after all. Blizzardpaw's tail curled around himself slowly as he spoke again. "I have the power to get you back in the waking world, if you wish." He meowed firmly, eyes shining with warmth and kindness. Yes, it was an option, a very easy to get option.

"Thank you...I realise now-" she stopped as if she'd seen a murder occur "Great StarClan! They were both right! Well...I doubt I'll be a medicine cat but, that's not the point...what you both said is...true in a way...I will disappear...I'm gonna be stuck here! I'll be stuck in StarClan the rest of my life...stuck in a dream state...I'm gonna be stuck in a coma!" She wailed, with a slight growl. "Thanks for the offer but if you can't help me wake up, I don't think any cat can, living or dead..." She sighed

[seasalt]

"Thank you...I realise now-" she stopped as if she'd seen a murder occur "Great StarClan! They were both right! Well...I doubt I'll be a medicine cat but, that's not the point...what you both said is...true in a way...I will disappear...I'm gonna be stuck here! I'll be stuck in StarClan the rest of my life...stuck in a dream state...I'm gonna be stuck in a coma!" She wailed, with a slight growl. "Thanks for the offer but if you can't help me wake up, I don't think any cat can, living or dead..." She sighed


Blizzardpaw's expression looked thoughtful, "They may be wrong, or they may be right." The brown mottled tabby answered, with a solemn tone. "Their is always a way to help you, simple or hard, its your choose to accept or not." He spoke, eyes unreadable, but would probably show seriousness in this situation.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Blizzardpaw's expression looked thoughtful, "They may be wrong, or they may be right." The brown mottled tabby answered, with a solemn tone. "Their is always a way to help you, simple or hard, its your choose to accept or not." He spoke, eyes unreadable, but would probably show seriousness in this situation.

(I hope this doesn't sound too like a prophecy I'm trying not to cause it's against the rules...)
GleamRose sighed and looked BlizzardPaw in the eye "it was nice meeting you." She dipped her head respectfully, afterall this was a dead cat she was speaking to and despite his age, he was wise as any other elder.

[seasalt]

(I hope this doesn't sound too like a prophecy I'm trying not to cause it's against the rules...)
GleamRose sighed and looked BlizzardPaw in the eye "it was nice meeting you." She dipped her head respectfully, afterall this was a dead cat she was speaking to and despite his age, he was wise as any other elder.


Blizzardpaw nodded, "I hope you find your way back to the waking world, Gleamrose, just remember, always try to will yourself out of this, it might just work." The tom advised, hoping, it would really, truly work.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Blizzardpaw nodded, "I hope you find your way back to the waking world, Gleamrose, just remember, always try to will yourself out of this, it might just work." The tom advised, hoping, it would really, truly work.

"I hope so too" she closed her eyes, and put her muzzle against his starry one. "Thanks for your help, BlizzardPaw...I hope you'll get used to it here in StarClan...goodbye..." Then she almost faded completely, only s ginger outline was visible, leaping from star to star like stepping stones. I've died in my sleep she thought, but part of her didn't want to think. Only to stay in this beautiful corridor of endless history...

[monfang]

( Jingle )
As Moonfang walked into the territory, she looked down and smiled as the sun began to set on the clans. A soft smile crossed her maw. As the sun set, she brushed her paw on the stardust that was the StarClan dirt, and looked up, waiting.

[Jingle]

( Jingle )
As Moonfang walked into the territory, she looked down and smiled as the sun began to set on the clans. A soft smile crossed her maw. As the sun set, she brushed her paw on the stardust that was the StarClan dirt, and looked up, waiting.
Halestar was once again was in a dream with StarClan, her green eyes looking around. She sighed softly, biting her lip as she looked around for as to why StarClan brought her here. The new Shadowclan leader sighed and padded around, looking for someone to talk to.

[monfang]

Halestar was once again was in a dream with StarClan, her green eyes looking around. She sighed softly, biting her lip as she looked around for as to why StarClan brought her here. The new Shadowclan leader sighed and padded around, looking for someone to talk to.
As Moonfang looked up from her paws again the person she was waiting for had arrived, and she was pleased. Moonfang knew Halestar when she was deputy, and she was proud of her becoming Leader, although the death of Timberstar saddened her.

Putting on a smile, she doubted the deputy would remember her, but she still was a former member of her clan and therefore she hoped this talk wouldn't be to weird. The wise warrior padded up to her, her black pelt now milky with stars.

"Halestar." she meowed, her orange eyes soft with a kind look. "I haven't seen you in moons. And look at you, a beautiful leader." she said. The black molly sat infront of Halestar and smiled. "I must say, I hoped I would be down there at you speech. Or at least to give you a life but sadly, I was not." she said, but she kept a smile. "I am proud of you. You have really proven yourself in ShadowClan. My son talks about you non-stop when I see him, how you are just amazing. Of course, he did that when Timberstar was alive too." she purred, and moved the star-dust dirt, looking down on her sleeping family. "My condolences for Timberstar. It is a sad thing that he has died."

As Moonfang finished speaking, she then looked up, her orange eyes beaming.

[Jingle]

As Moonfang looked up from her paws again the person she was waiting for had arrived, and she was pleased. Moonfang knew Halestar when she was deputy, and she was proud of her becoming Leader, although the death of Timberstar saddened her.

Putting on a smile, she doubted the deputy would remember her, but she still was a former member of her clan and therefore she hoped this talk wouldn't be to weird. The wise warrior padded up to her, her black pelt now milky with stars.

"Halestar." she meowed, her orange eyes soft with a kind look. "I haven't seen you in moons. And look at you, a beautiful leader." she said. The black molly sat infront of Halestar and smiled. "I must say, I hoped I would be down there at you speech. Or at least to give you a life but sadly, I was not." she said, but she kept a smile. "I am proud of you. You have really proven yourself in ShadowClan. My son talks about you non-stop when I see him, how you are just amazing. Of course, he did that when Timberstar was alive too." she purred, and moved the star-dust dirt, looking down on her sleeping family. "My condolences for Timberstar. It is a sad thing that he has died."

As Moonfang finished speaking, she then looked up, her orange eyes beaming.


Halestar nodded softly as the other cat spoke, taking a small breath when Timberstar was mentioned. She missed him- he was one of her good friends, however she knew he was with his ancestors in StarClan... perhaps she would see him again.

"Yes, Thank you." she said softly, green eyes glancing at the star-dust dirt beneath her paws. The current ShadowClan leader flicked her tail and looked back at the other cat.

[monfang]

Halestar nodded softly as the other cat spoke, taking a small breath when Timberstar was mentioned. She missed him- he was one of her good friends, however she knew he was with his ancestors in StarClan... perhaps she would see him again.

"Yes, Thank you." she said softly, green eyes glancing at the star-dust dirt beneath her paws. The current ShadowClan leader flicked her tail and looked back at the other cat.
"How have you been, anyways, Halestar? You must be proud, if it weren't for you, ShadowClan would still be in the paws of the Evil Leaders." she meowed. The molly's tail brushed against the ground softly as she spoke.

[Jingle]

"How have you been, anyways, Halestar? You must be proud, if it weren't for you, ShadowClan would still be in the paws of the Evil Leaders." she meowed. The molly's tail brushed against the ground softly as she spoke.

"I have been well- and it wasn't just me who rid ShadowClan of Blazingash. There were others too." Halestar mewed, looking at the other cat and flicking her tail softly.

[monfang]

"I have been well- and it wasn't just me who rid ShadowClan of Blazingash. There were others too." Halestar mewed, looking at the other cat and flicking her tail softly.
"Ah yes, this SkyClan." she meowed. "I see good in their hearts." she said looking down on the clans once more. "I see good in all of them. This disliking of each other... Where did it all begin, Halestar? A new generation of leaders has stepped up. What will that mean for the future of your people? Of theirs?" She looked up and gave a small smile.

"It takes a brave soul to break an ancient rivalry. Maybe that starts here." she purred.

"I am happy to see you doing well, and I am glad to be able to talk to you once more after such a long time of you being gone. Please, do take care of ShadowClan." she meowed, and nuzzled Halestar before she began to fade.

{srry, but I'm getting so many requests for rp ;;}

[Jingle]

"Ah yes, this SkyClan." she meowed. "I see good in their hearts." she said looking down on the clans once more. "I see good in all of them. This disliking of each other... Where did it all begin, Halestar? A new generation of leaders has stepped up. What will that mean for the future of your people? Of theirs?" She looked up and gave a small smile.

"It takes a brave soul to break an ancient rivalry. Maybe that starts here." she purred.

"I am happy to see you doing well, and I am glad to be able to talk to you once more after such a long time of you being gone. Please, do take care of ShadowClan." she meowed, and nuzzled Halestar before she began to fade.

{srry, but I'm getting so many requests for rp ;;}

"Its distrust." Halestar mewed, getting slightly annoyed with the questions. Her tail flicked but that was all that showing to the other cat. "Thank you." She shifted and watched as the other cat faded away and she once again woke up back in her den.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Wolfybro

A small calico tomcat padded through StarClan territory, sadness glittering in his usually cheerful gaze. His bright eyes had long since been saddened by his own death--he had been only an apprentice, after all, and wouldn't ever get to see his close companion, Mudpaw, recieve his warrior name. Closing his eyes, he sat, remembering the last time he had seen the other apprentice--in the the apprentice's den, just before he had gone on a trip that cost him his life. Please dream tonight, Mudpaw, I don't want you to have to look for me.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Wolfybro

A small calico tomcat padded through StarClan territory, sadness glittering in his usually cheerful gaze. His bright eyes had long since been saddened by his own death--he had been only an apprentice, after all, and wouldn't ever get to see his close companion, Mudpaw, recieve his warrior name. Closing his eyes, he sat, remembering the last time he had seen the other apprentice--in the the apprentice's den, just before he had gone on a trip that cost him his life. Please dream tonight, Mudpaw, I don't want you to have to look for me.
Wolfybro

[graves]

Wolfybro
Mudpaw opened his yellow eyes in surprise, looking around. his gaze was full of confusion, though as usual he didn't say anything in reaction. He was laying down, but sat up as he analyzed the place he was in. Everything seemed light and starry, the grass more soft then his own nest, the scent in the air fresh and nice. He smelled a familar scent,oh so sweet.
Redpaw.
His eyes watered at the memories of him. It had been so long since he had talked to him, seen him, anything. He could remember feeling the other toms soft fur against him. How he would rest his head on Redpaws as they watched fireflies during green-leaf. He missed him.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Mudpaw opened his yellow eyes in surprise, looking around. his gaze was full of confusion, though as usual he didn't say anything in reaction. He was laying down, but sat up as he analyzed the place he was in. Everything seemed light and starry, the grass more soft then his own nest, the scent in the air fresh and nice. He smelled a familar scent,oh so sweet.
Redpaw.
His eyes watered at the memories of him. It had been so long since he had talked to him, seen him, anything. He could remember feeling the other toms soft fur against him. How he would rest his head on Redpaws as they watched fireflies during green-leaf. He missed him.
Opening his eyes, Redpaw blinked, not believing what he saw. Stepping towards the cat, he opened his jaws to call out, but his voice ended up a high-pitched, squeak-like yip. "M-Mudpaw?!" The calico ran forward, barreling into the taller cat.

[graves]

Opening his eyes, Redpaw blinked, not believing what he saw. Stepping towards the cat, he opened his jaws to call out, but his voice ended up a high-pitched, squeak-like yip. "M-Mudpaw?!" The calico ran forward, barreling into the taller cat.
Before he could open his mouth to reply Redpaw had tackled him to the ground,he was laying on his back as Redpaw laid on his stomach. Mudpaw breathed in and out, the sweet scent that made his mind fizzy, the soft fur against his that was so familiar. His eyes were wide as he stared back into the other cats blue ones. "R-Redpaw...is it really you?" his voice cracked, quivering with emotion. The familiar blue eyes he could star into forever,the smile that he had loved. He was here.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Before he could open his mouth to reply Redpaw had tackled him to the ground,he was laying on his back as Redpaw laid on his stomach. Mudpaw breathed in and out, the sweet scent that made his mind fizzy, the soft fur against his that was so familiar. His eyes were wide as he stared back into the other cats blue ones. "R-Redpaw...is it really you?" his voice cracked, quivering with emotion. The familiar blue eyes he could star into forever,the smile that he had loved. He was here.
"You came. You came, you came, you came," whispered Redpaw, weak with mingled relief and joy as he took in the apprentice; His scent, face, pelt... all of it was so familiar--so close. He dreaded the thought that it would all be stolen from him when Mudpaw awoke. "I've missed you so much, y-you have no idea," he rambled, struggling to talk straight--his voice was shaking to hard with an emotion he couldn't hope to guess. Eyes glowing, he stumbled off Mud to allow him to get up. "I-I'm sorry I..." Redpaw shivered, his voice breaking as he choked out, "I'm so sorry I had to leave you."

[graves]

"You came. You came, you came, you came," whispered Redpaw, weak with mingled relief and joy as he took in the apprentice; His scent, face, pelt... all of it was so familiar--so close. He dreaded the thought that it would all be stolen from him when Mudpaw awoke. "I've missed you so much, y-you have no idea," he rambled, struggling to talk straight--his voice was shaking to hard with an emotion he couldn't hope to guess. Eyes glowing, he stumbled off Mud to allow him to get up. "I-I'm sorry I..." Redpaw shivered, his voice breaking as he choked out, "I'm so sorry I had to leave you."
He leaned up and pressed two small licks to Redpaws face before he climbed off of him. "I did..I don't know how but I hope I can do it again." he mewed quietly. He felt full again,like his other half was here. After Redpaw had passed he had felt empty. He felt empty ever since the leader announced his death and his clanmates had to mourn him by sitting our with him during the night. Mudpaw sat all night with his head in Redpaws shoulder weeping the night of his death, wishing..hoping he'd come back to life. That he'd perk up and he could see those familar gleaming blue eyes that always had a sparkle.
"Don't say sorry..there's nothing we could have done. I'm glad just to see you." he mewed,shakily, him to going through many emotions at the moment too. he sat up and rested his head on Redpaws and closed his eyes.
"I've missed you."

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

He leaned up and pressed two small licks to Redpaws face before he climbed off of him. "I did..I don't know how but I hope I can do it again." he mewed quietly. He felt full again,like his other half was here. After Redpaw had passed he had felt empty. He felt empty ever since the leader announced his death and his clanmates had to mourn him by sitting our with him during the night. Mudpaw sat all night with his head in Redpaws shoulder weeping the night of his death, wishing..hoping he'd come back to life. That he'd perk up and he could see those familar gleaming blue eyes that always had a sparkle.
"Don't say sorry..there's nothing we could have done. I'm glad just to see you." he mewed,shakily, him to going through many emotions at the moment too. he sat up and rested his head on Redpaws and closed his eyes.
"I've missed you."
Red relaxed slightly,most certainly feeling better, though he still felt a heavy, gnawing guilt in the pit of his stomach. "I didn't want to leave you," he meowed quietly, ears drooping. "You were so sad... I didn't want you to be sad because of me." The tom shuffled his paws miserably.

[graves]

Red relaxed slightly,most certainly feeling better, though he still felt a heavy, gnawing guilt in the pit of his stomach. "I didn't want to leave you," he meowed quietly, ears drooping. "You were so sad... I didn't want you to be sad because of me." The tom shuffled his paws miserably.
He rested his head ontop of the smaller tom. This felt right,like they were made for eachother. He fitted so perfectly under him and Mudpaw curled his tail around Redpaws. He wanted to be as close as he could to him before he woke up. "Of course I'm going to be sad..I wont be able to see you as often as I wish." she mewed. Which was true. He'd miss training alongside Redpaw on the daily, he'd miss watching Red trip over things but he didn't care because he would catch him. He's miss waking up to feel Redpaw snugged close him every morning and they'd share hushed whispers before they started the day.
He'd miss all of it.
"One day..one day I'll be up here with you. And everything will be okay. I promise."

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

He rested his head ontop of the smaller tom. This felt right,like they were made for eachother. He fitted so perfectly under him and Mudpaw curled his tail around Redpaws. He wanted to be as close as he could to him before he woke up. "Of course I'm going to be sad..I wont be able to see you as often as I wish." he mewed. Which was true. He'd miss training alongside Redpaw on the daily, he'd miss watching Red trip over things but he didn't care because he would catch him. He's miss waking up to feel Redpaw snugged close him every morning and they'd share hushed whispers before they started the day.
He'd miss all of it.
"One day..one day I'll be up here with you. And everything will be okay. I promise."
The tom nodded, snuggling up against Mudpaw. "I'll wait," Redpaw replied, looking up at the other cat. He smilled--It can't be too long. "Have fun, though," he added hurriedly, not wanting to sound... forlorn. The small calico's whiskers twitched. "Y'know, I caught a rabbit. Well, not including the one that did... this," he mewed, gesturing with his paw to the scarred left side of his face, "But I did find one right before... Erm... You know..." Flustered, he trailed off, unsure if he should talk about when he had died. "It wasn't bad... A bit slow... Anyway, I've been practicing..."

[graves]

The tom nodded, snuggling up against Mudpaw. "I'll wait," Redpaw replied, looking up at the other cat. He smilled--It can't be too long. "Have fun, though," he added hurriedly, not wanting to sound... forlorn. The small calico's whiskers twitched. "Y'know, I caught a rabbit. Well, not including the one that did... this," he mewed, gesturing with his paw to the scarred left side of his face, "But I did find one right before... Erm... You know..." Flustered, he trailed off, unsure if he should talk about when he had died. "It wasn't bad... A bit slow... Anyway, I've been practicing..."
Mudpaw leaned to lick the scared side of Redpaws face. He had a smile on his face,an honest smile that was the first signs of happiness since Redpaw had died. "You're still beautiful to me.." he mewed quietly,almost unhearable. He nodded at how he said he was practicing catching rabbits,"I'm glad you are,I'm bet you're getting great at it." he replied sweetly.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Mudpaw leaned to lick the scared side of Redpaws face. He had a smile on his face,an honest smile that was the first signs of happiness since Redpaw had died. "You're still beautiful to me.." he mewed quietly,almost unhearable. He nodded at how he said he was practicing catching rabbits,"I'm glad you are,I'm bet you're getting great at it." he replied sweetly.
Red purred, feeling his face grow warm. "I am!" he meowed, perking up slightly when Mudpaw mentioned his practice. "I mean, not great yet, but I'm getting better. I can show you if you like," he added. The tom studied his paws with some strange determination.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Mudpaw leaned to lick the scared side of Redpaws face. He had a smile on his face,an honest smile that was the first signs of happiness since Redpaw had died. "You're still beautiful to me.." he mewed quietly,almost unhearable. He nodded at how he said he was practicing catching rabbits,"I'm glad you are,I'm bet you're getting great at it." he replied sweetly.
Red purred, feeling his face grow warm. "I am!" he meowed, perking up slightly when Mudpaw mentioned his practice. "I mean, not great yet, but I'm getting better. I can show you if you like," he added. The tom studied his paws with some strange determination.

[graves]

Red purred, feeling his face grow warm. "I am!" he meowed, perking up slightly when Mudpaw mentioned his practice. "I mean, not great yet, but I'm getting better. I can show you if you like," he added. The tom studied his paws with some strange determination.
"I'd love for you too." he replied happily. He liked to see how determinded Redpaw would get,he liked to watch how his blue eyes sparkled with determination with every hunt he attempted. He believed him him that he could do it,no doubt.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

"I'd love for you too." he replied happily. He liked to see how determinded Redpaw would get,he liked to watch how his blue eyes sparkled with determination with every hunt he attempted. He believed him him that he could do it,no doubt.
Red grinned, getting quickly to his paws and walking about a tail length, nose in the air. Scenting a rabbit in a nearby thicket, he walked around it so that he was entirely upwind. The rabbit sprinted out of the thicket, thinking he was stalking it, and Redpaw immediately charged it down, catching up to it after brief chase. Before he could snag it on his claws, however, the rabbit veered of to the side and he toppled over. "Oh, great," he muttered, climbing to his paws.

[graves]

Red grinned, getting quickly to his paws and walking about a tail length, nose in the air. Scenting a rabbit in a nearby thicket, he walked around it so that he was entirely upwind. The rabbit sprinted out of the thicket, thinking he was stalking it, and Redpaw immediately charged it down, catching up to it after brief chase. Before he could snag it on his claws, however, the rabbit veered of to the side and he toppled over. "Oh, great," he muttered, climbing to his paws.
His yellow eyes followed after him, and he eventually stood up and followed him too to where he was left standing. He pressed close to him for support,comfort. "It's okay." he mewed quietly. He never liked to see Red sad,and he knew how much he wanted to succeed at hunting since he barley did when he was alive. "You'll get it soon."

[Dreams of forever]

Silverpaw looked up,I'm dead?! She knew she would die but not so soon, she remembered running from the badger and trying to cross the thunder path to quickly, she remembered the screeching off the monsters black paws before it collided with her fragile body and throwing her into the bushes, she had stood up hearing the badgers claws hitting the black stone and limped as far into riverclan territory as she could before the badger caught up and threw her around, she heard the rushing of the river in her ears as she plunged under the cold water taking her breath away, the badger splashed when it fell in holding her under, water entering her lungs, she flailed her paws trying to paddle but it went black the river was silent, nothing happened, now she's in starclan

[Ghostly Cristalline]

Silverpaw looked up,I'm dead?! She knew she would die but not so soon, she remembered running from the badger and trying to cross the thunder path to quickly, she remembered the screeching off the monsters black paws before it collided with her fragile body and throwing her into the bushes, she had stood up hearing the badgers claws hitting the black stone and limped as far into riverclan territory as she could before the badger caught up and threw her around, she heard the rushing of the river in her ears as she plunged under the cold water taking her breath away, the badger splashed when it fell in holding her under, water entering her lungs, she flailed her paws trying to paddle but it went black the river was silent, nothing happened, now she's in starclan

Flowerpetal noticed the newcomer. "Welcome to Starclan, young warrior. I'm Flowerpetal and I was once a thunderclan queen until I froze to death next to my kits. Starclan is a wonderful place for cats like you." Meowed Flowerpetal. She starred at Silverpaw and saw the horror in the apprentices eyes. "Are you okay?" she wondered, feeling a bit sorry for the young cat. She looked up, then shook her head.

[AbsurdJinx]

fenic!

Aspenflash blinked his eyes open, the drowsiness in his yellow-green hues quickly fading away as he woke to unfamiliar surroundings. With a gasp of fright, he swiftly rose to his paws, his thick, long pelt bouncing with the abrupt movement. With his gray paw pads pressed firmly against the ground, he stood tall despite his confusion and fear, an air of fatherly confidence revolving around him. Shock kept his tail from swinging like it usually did, just as it kept him from properly gathering his thoughts. Finally, the starry land seemed to bring back an ounce of realization to Aspenflash, and he silently warned himself that he must be within StarClan's skies. Exhaling heavily with relief, he began to sweep his tail back and forth, disturbing the ground slightly. His ears and whiskers would frequently twitch, a sign of him searching for an ancestor to help ease his racing heart. Why am I here?

Swiveling his head around, his searching eyes pried at his surroundings. He itched for comfort, for a StarClan cat to meet him and tell him why he was here. Will... will I see Mapleleaf? Are they - is this StarClan telling me my mate is dead? Pain stabbed his heart, and his knees buckled, but he kept himself from collapsing to the ground. His legs continued to shake, however, and his head lowered to be level with his shoulders. His bushy tail simply dropped, and his flanks heaved with every shaky breath. Mapleleaf went missing not long after being appointed deputy, and his clanmates have considered her to be deceased. Unfortunately, Aspenflash has begun to believe them. It's been moons since he last saw her, and if she were still breathing, why didn't she return to him? Now, SkyClan had a new home, leaving behind the place he made his favorite memories.

And even if she were alive, she had no way of knowing about their kits' deaths. Their only breathing kit was their daughter, Ashenleaves, who had recently been made a warrior. And Aspenflash was eager to talk to her, as they hadn't spoken since she was kit-age. He wasn't close to any of kits, actually, two of them dying at an extremely young age and his son passing away not very long ago. His kits disliked him since kithood, or so, he believed, and despite his pathetic effort to get them to love him, they simply never grew close. He had many regrets in his life, but engaging Mapleleaf and creating their kits was not one of them. He only wished he could love them all better than he had.

With a choking sob at the depressing thoughts of his family, Aspenflash allowed himself to fall to the ground where he hid his muzzle beneath his large forepaws. Tightly closing his eyes, he pressed down on his muzzle, attempting to stop the haunting cries. His tail was curled at his flank, covering one of his hind paws. He was stretched out, not curled up to try to make himself appear smaller, hinting that he didn't care if anybody noticed him. His family was dead, and he couldn't do anything about it.

[Lawlipop]

fenic!

Aspenflash blinked his eyes open, the drowsiness in his yellow-green hues quickly fading away as he woke to unfamiliar surroundings. With a gasp of fright, he swiftly rose to his paws, his thick, long pelt bouncing with the abrupt movement. With his gray paw pads pressed firmly against the ground, he stood tall despite his confusion and fear, an air of fatherly confidence revolving around him. Shock kept his tail from swinging like it usually did, just as it kept him from properly gathering his thoughts. Finally, the starry land seemed to bring back an ounce of realization to Aspenflash, and he silently warned himself that he must be within StarClan's skies. Exhaling heavily with relief, he began to sweep his tail back and forth, disturbing the ground slightly. His ears and whiskers would frequently twitch, a sign of him searching for an ancestor to help ease his racing heart. Why am I here?

Swiveling his head around, his searching eyes pried at his surroundings. He itched for comfort, for a StarClan cat to meet him and tell him why he was here. Will... will I see Mapleleaf? Are they - is this StarClan telling me my mate is dead? Pain stabbed his heart, and his knees buckled, but he kept himself from collapsing to the ground. His legs continued to shake, however, and his head lowered to be level with his shoulders. His bushy tail simply dropped, and his flanks heaved with every shaky breath. Mapleleaf went missing not long after being appointed deputy, and his clanmates have considered her to be deceased. Unfortunately, Aspenflash has begun to believe them. It's been moons since he last saw her, and if she were still breathing, why didn't she return to him? Now, SkyClan had a new home, leaving behind the place he made his favorite memories.

And even if she were alive, she had no way of knowing about their kits' deaths. Their only breathing kit was their daughter, Ashenleaves, who had recently been made a warrior. And Aspenflash was eager to talk to her, as they hadn't spoken since she was kit-age. He wasn't close to any of kits, actually, two of them dying at an extremely young age and his son passing away not very long ago. His kits disliked him since kithood, or so, he believed, and despite his pathetic effort to get them to love him, they simply never grew close. He had many regrets in his life, but engaging Mapleleaf and creating their kits was not one of them. He only wished he could love them all better than he had.

With a choking sob at the depressing thoughts of his family, Aspenflash allowed himself to fall to the ground where he hid his muzzle beneath his large forepaws. Tightly closing his eyes, he pressed down on his muzzle, attempting to stop the haunting cries. His tail was curled at his flank, covering one of his hind paws. He was stretched out, not curled up to try to make himself appear smaller, hinting that he didn't care if anybody noticed him. His family was dead, and he couldn't do anything about it.


totally not stalking c;

[Deerlie]

A small brown tom padded in. "I'm in Starclan now. . " He said. Hurlpaw looked down at Foxclan. "I'll miss you" he said

[wickedvirtues]

Can I join?

[Starfall]

Can I join?

;) you don't have to ask, just post, although you should say (open) if you would like for others to role play with you~

[wickedvirtues]

Oh, okay. Thanks .u.

[wickedvirtues]

The ginger tabby with white paws and a white tail tip opened her green eyes, gasping as she stood. Her eyes scanned her puffy fur, it seemed to glitter with.. stars? "No! I CAN'T be dead!" She gaped, trying to wake herself up or go back to the normal world in her Clan. She realized she truly was dead, slumping down and groaning. "Nooo, what about my Clan?!" She groaned, twitching her fluffy tail.







(Open too roleplay with)

[wickedvirtues]

The ginger and white cat stood to her paws, trying to ignore the shine of the stars in it as she tried to find another cat. She needed too know what was happening, and why she was here. She padded with ease through the territory of what she now recognized as StarClan, seeing many cats she knew or kin that had died before the young she-cat.

(Open)

[Fel]

@fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)

Aspenflash blinked his eyes open, the drowsiness in his yellow-green hues quickly fading away as he woke to unfamiliar surroundings. With a gasp of fright, he swiftly rose to his paws, his thick, long pelt bouncing with the abrupt movement. With his gray paw pads pressed firmly against the ground, he stood tall despite his confusion and fear, an air of fatherly confidence revolving around him. Shock kept his tail from swinging like it usually did, just as it kept him from properly gathering his thoughts. Finally, the starry land seemed to bring back an ounce of realization to Aspenflash, and he silently warned himself that he must be within StarClan's skies. Exhaling heavily with relief, he began to sweep his tail back and forth, disturbing the ground slightly. His ears and whiskers would frequently twitch, a sign of him searching for an ancestor to help ease his racing heart. Why am I here?

Swiveling his head around, his searching eyes pried at his surroundings. He itched for comfort, for a StarClan cat to meet him and tell him why he was here. Will... will I see Mapleleaf? Are they - is this StarClan telling me my mate is dead? Pain stabbed his heart, and his knees buckled, but he kept himself from collapsing to the ground. His legs continued to shake, however, and his head lowered to be level with his shoulders. His bushy tail simply dropped, and his flanks heaved with every shaky breath. Mapleleaf went missing not long after being appointed deputy, and his clanmates have considered her to be deceased. Unfortunately, Aspenflash has begun to believe them. It's been moons since he last saw her, and if she were still breathing, why didn't she return to him? Now, SkyClan had a new home, leaving behind the place he made his favorite memories.

And even if she were alive, she had no way of knowing about their kits' deaths. Their only breathing kit was their daughter, Ashenleaves, who had recently been made a warrior. And Aspenflash was eager to talk to her, as they hadn't spoken since she was kit-age. He wasn't close to any of kits, actually, two of them dying at an extremely young age and his son passing away not very long ago. His kits disliked him since kithood, or so, he believed, and despite his pathetic effort to get them to love him, they simply never grew close. He had many regrets in his life, but engaging Mapleleaf and creating their kits was not one of them. He only wished he could love them all better than he had.

With a choking sob at the depressing thoughts of his family, Aspenflash allowed himself to fall to the ground where he hid his muzzle beneath his large forepaws. Tightly closing his eyes, he pressed down on his muzzle, attempting to stop the haunting cries. His tail was curled at his flank, covering one of his hind paws. He was stretched out, not curled up to try to make himself appear smaller, hinting that he didn't care if anybody noticed him. His family was dead, and he couldn't do anything about it.


Rowanflower wasn't exactly in the best mood- but ever since he'd died, nothing really seemed to be working out for him, anyways. He always thought that when a cat died, their life finally received closure, and that he'd be able to figure everything out for himself, everything that seemed to lead up to how he'd died, and everything about his still-broken family. His mother had disappeared when he was an apprentice, and only one of his siblings was still alive- Ashenleaves. The only thing that'd been happening was him wasting away here- he could swear that he was even more transparent than warriors who'd been in the starry fields for ages, though he wasn't too sure. Wandering out into the star-filled territory with a feeling of utter grief, he was rather surprised to see somebody there, almost waiting for him. "Dad!"

[AbsurdJinx]

Rowanflower wasn't exactly in the best mood- but ever since he'd died, nothing really seemed to be working out for him, anyways. He always thought that when a cat died, their life finally received closure, and that he'd be able to figure everything out for himself, everything that seemed to lead up to how he'd died, and everything about his still-broken family. His mother had disappeared when he was an apprentice, and only one of his siblings was still alive- Ashenleaves. The only thing that'd been happening was him wasting away here- he could swear that he was even more transparent than warriors who'd been in the starry fields for ages, though he wasn't too sure. Wandering out into the star-filled territory with a feeling of utter grief, he was rather surprised to see somebody there, almost waiting for him. "Dad!"


Aspenflash's gaze fell on his deceased son, and he was immediately flooded with cheer. He launched himself forward, toward Rowanflower. Really, father and son never shared a close relationship, but that didn't prevent Aspenflash from loving the tomcat before him. He had yearned for an appropriate relationship with his son, but his wish had been denied. He regretted many things, one of those things being his closeness to his kits.

He halted just before Rowanflower, a mouse-length or two. His green eyes shimmered joyously as he looked down at his son. He swiftly studied Rowanflower with a low purr rumbling in his throat. Unlike Rowanflower, Aspenflash had a lot to say, and he would say everything, ``Oh, son, I am so, so sorry! I didn't give you the life you could've had. I was an awful father, I truly was, but I swear to StarClan, I swear to you, I will do so much better. You were to young for StarClan to take you - I think about you a lot, y'know. I think about everyone a lot - your mother, your siblings... I'm just so happy I finally get to see you again!`` His voice was cracking as he spoke, the emotions he had kept bottled up for so long about to explode. ``I'm sorry,`` Aspenflash finished, taking a moment so he could gather himself.

[Deerlie]

A small she cat padded in. "Were am I?" She asked. The grey she cat smiled and looked down on her mate. She was sleeping in her nest. She padded away and sat alone, clawsdigging in the ground.

[Deerlie]

The ginger and white cat stood to her paws, trying to ignore the shine of the stars in it as she tried to find another cat. She needed too know what was happening, and why she was here. She padded with ease through the territory of what she now recognized as StarClan, seeing many cats she knew or kin that had died before the young she-cat.

(Open)

WishStone padded up to her. "Hello" she purred. "I am from Shadowclan. I have watched over you. Andi am sorry you had to leave your clan. They will remember you dearly" she purred

[Fel]

Aspenflash's gaze fell on his deceased son, and he was immediately flooded with cheer. He launched himself forward, toward Rowanflower. Really, father and son never shared a close relationship, but that didn't prevent Aspenflash from loving the tomcat before him. He had yearned for an appropriate relationship with his son, but his wish had been denied. He regretted many things, one of those things being his closeness to his kits.

He halted just before Rowanflower, a mouse-length or two. His green eyes shimmered joyously as he looked down at his son. He swiftly studied Rowanflower with a low purr rumbling in his throat. Unlike Rowanflower, Aspenflash had a lot to say, and he would say everything, ``Oh, son, I am so, so sorry! I didn't give you the life you could've had. I was an awful father, I truly was, but I swear to StarClan, I swear to you, I will do so much better. You were to young for StarClan to take you - I think about you a lot, y'know. I think about everyone a lot - your mother, your siblings... I'm just so happy I finally get to see you again!`` His voice was cracking as he spoke, the emotions he had kept bottled up for so long about to explode. ``I'm sorry,`` Aspenflash finished, taking a moment so he could gather himself.


"...Dad... it's not your fault." Rowanflower sighed, shaking his head slowly as his eyes gleamed with sorrow- he was happy to see his father, but he was... distracted by some of the information he'd been learning recently- things that he really should be telling his father. Mom is alive- and she wants to be able to come and see you again. "It was never your fault- you tried so hard, but without mom..." Letting out a sigh, he shook his head in disappointment as he even thought about her- sure, she tried her best, but it was still hard to forgive her for abandoning their family, in more than one way. First for the position of deputy, and then to live outside of the clans- what's next? "...Which reminds me. I have something to tell you, about her. Mapleleaf, I mean."

[AbsurdJinx]

"...Dad... it's not your fault." Rowanflower sighed, shaking his head slowly as his eyes gleamed with sorrow- he was happy to see his father, but he was... distracted by some of the information he'd been learning recently- things that he really should be telling his father. Mom is alive- and she wants to be able to come and see you again. "It was never your fault- you tried so hard, but without mom..." Letting out a sigh, he shook his head in disappointment as he even thought about her- sure, she tried her best, but it was still hard to forgive her for abandoning their family, in more than one way. First for the position of deputy, and then to live outside of the clans- what's next? "...Which reminds me. I have something to tell you, about her. Mapleleaf, I mean."


Aspenflash straightened at the mention of the love of his life, his eyes wide. He lacked emotion for a few moments, until his smile turned downwards into a frown, and his eyes displayed sadness. ``Is... is she here?`` His head swiveled around slowly, sadly, almost, as if he were searching for the she-cat he hasn't seen in moons. He didn't know how he would react to the sight of Mapleleaf. All this time, he's been hanging onto the hope that she was alive, though he had barely an ounce of faith. But, of course, there were the doubts that told him she was dead. But she's never come to him in a dream, not once. Perhaps she was ready to make an appearance?

[wickedvirtues]

WishStone padded up to her. "Hello" she purred. "I am from Shadowclan. I have watched over you. Andi am sorry you had to leave your clan. They will remember you dearly" she purred

The she-cat looked at the ShadowClan cat, smiling slightly. "I'll miss my Clan, but I know that I didn't die for no reason. So, what's your name?"

[AbsurdJinx]

Aspenflash straightened at the mention of the love of his life, his eyes wide. He lacked emotion for a few moments, until his smile turned downwards into a frown, and his eyes displayed sadness. ``Is... is she here?`` His head swiveled around slowly, sadly, almost, as if he were searching for the she-cat he hasn't seen in moons. He didn't know how he would react to the sight of Mapleleaf. All this time, he's been hanging onto the hope that she was alive, though he had barely an ounce of faith. But, of course, there were the doubts that told him she was dead. But she's never come to him in a dream, not once. Perhaps she was ready to make an appearance?


fenic!

[Rosesplash]

A young she-cat walked into the clearing, stumbling over herself. Though she appeared young and fast, her eyes showed that she was older than she looked. Her long tabby fur gleaned with starlight, her hazel eyes bright. 'Where am I?' Lightstar thought. Lightstar was the leader of a clan that had long since been forgotten, and since her clan was destroyed she had stumbled around the forest, losing sight of who she was. Only in StarClan did she have full knowledge of what had happened. A dark force had destroyed her clan, leaving everyone but her to do. Lightstar had fled and lived for seasons more before dying from age.
(Open)

Lightstar wondered if she would see any of her clan here, maybe even her kits? Lughtstr doubted it, as her clan didn't believe in StarClan much. But Lightstar clung to the belief that some cats were watching over her clan, keeping them safe. Lightstar tried passing this belief in, but only few believed in StarClan then. Those cats who did believe probably drifted away from StarClan.. But who knows. Lightstar remembered that her youngest kit believed in StarClan. Would Lightstar see one if her previous kits?

[judas]

The Dark orange tom flicked his tail, walking along with his pelt full of stars. Hawkfeather smiled, remembering his meeting with Snowstar, she was going to be a great leader. He was glad starclan had chosen him to give her the life of Trust. He hummed to himself, flicking his tail. It seemed just like yesterday, a snake flicking his tongue, right before digging his fangs into the tom's leg. He shook the feeling away, walking along.

[Bandido]

The Dark orange tom flicked his tail, walking along with his pelt full of stars. Hawkfeather smiled, remembering his meeting with Snowstar, she was going to be a great leader. He was glad starclan had chosen him to give her the life of Trust. He hummed to himself, flicking his tail. It seemed just like yesterday, a snake flicking his tongue, right before digging his fangs into the tom's leg. He shook the feeling away, walking along.

Nightwater padded through the starclan territory, she thought about snowsong becoming snowstar, leader of thunderclan. After the previous leader went missing, although she has not yet met snowstar, she will soon meet with her. Nightwater could only watch the new leader for now.

Nightwater padded to what looked like another cat she does not see many cats in starclan as much as she did in the living. Curious, she padded to him, just to say hello.

"Hello, I've never seen you before, are you new or..."
She looked down to her pass and her face went I to a shadow, remembering her painful death.
"Did I join starclan after you...?" She murmured.

[judas]

Nightwater padded through the starclan territory, she thought about snowsong becoming snowstar, leader of thunderclan. After the previous leader went missing, although she has not yet met snowstar, she will soon meet with her. Nightwater could only watch the new leader for now.

Nightwater padded to what looked like another cat she does not see many cats in starclan as much as she did in the living. Curious, she padded to him, just to say hello.

"Hello, I've never seen you before, are you new or..."
She looked down to her pass and her face went I to a shadow, remembering her painful death.
"Did I join starclan after you...?" She murmured.
The tom hesitated, Looking at the cat oddly. "No.. I um...?" She began to back away flicking his tail.
{Short sorry I have to get back to work}

[Bandido]

The tom hesitated, Looking at the cat oddly. "No.. I um...?" She began to back away flicking his tail.
{Short sorry I have to get back to work}

Nightwater looked back up and saw the Tim backing away. "Oh, no! I mean--well..." She stuttered awkwardly.
'Darn it nightwater, why??'
She questioned herself. "You always make things complicated for yourself, just leave."
She scolded herself for her actions.

[Fel]

Aspenflash straightened at the mention of the love of his life, his eyes wide. He lacked emotion for a few moments, until his smile turned downwards into a frown, and his eyes displayed sadness. ``Is... is she here?`` His head swiveled around slowly, sadly, almost, as if he were searching for the she-cat he hasn't seen in moons. He didn't know how he would react to the sight of Mapleleaf. All this time, he's been hanging onto the hope that she was alive, though he had barely an ounce of faith. But, of course, there were the doubts that told him she was dead. But she's never come to him in a dream, not once. Perhaps she was ready to make an appearance?


At the idea that Mapleleaf might already be dead, up in StarClan already, he shook his head- maybe he didn't like her, but even if he was avoiding her he'd notice if his mother suddenly showed up. "No... She's not here- that's what I'm here to tell you." He didn't care for the she-cat, but he could tell that Aspenflash did- and he didn't want to hurt his father, no matter how much he hated the cat who had mothered him. Aspenflash didn't deserve all the heartbreak he'd been through. Flicking his starry-furred tail, his green eyes shined with comfort for the thick-furred warrior. "Mapleleaf's still alive out there- she's looking for you, and you have to find her." He told him, his transparent paws growing slightly more see-through with every second that passed.

[AbsurdJinx]

At the idea that Mapleleaf might already be dead, up in StarClan already, he shook his head- maybe he didn't like her, but even if he was avoiding her he'd notice if his mother suddenly showed up. "No... She's not here- that's what I'm here to tell you." He didn't care for the she-cat, but he could tell that Aspenflash did- and he didn't want to hurt his father, no matter how much he hated the cat who had mothered him. Aspenflash didn't deserve all the heartbreak he'd been through. Flicking his starry-furred tail, his green eyes shined with comfort for the thick-furred warrior. "Mapleleaf's still alive out there- she's looking for you, and you have to find her." He told him, his transparent paws growing slightly more see-through with every second that passed.


Aspenflash's yellow-green eyes flashed with shock and joy. His Mapleleaf was alive! His first thought on the fact was, I must find her! After all, besides Ashenleaves who most likely despised him, he was all that was left of his family - not including his mate.

He realized his son was fading, and he cried out with an internal pain. Not yet! I have so much to say! Aspenflash frantically stepped forward, reaching to embrace Rowanflower one last time. ``I miss you, Rowanflower. I wish I was a better father to you. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, I'm so sorry.``

Though there was still much more to say, Aspenflash could only fit in so much before Rowanflower vanished, and he would be returned to the real world. Yet he was satisfied with what was said, brief yet powerful. He was ready to be reunited with Mapleleaf.

[ oo! if you're still going to do the reincarnation of Rowan, i have an idea:: what if Aspen found Rowan-Reincarnation on his journey to find Maple? ]

[spade]

(( Hexict whenever you're available, i thought i'd get the CricketXNorth RP going c: ))

Opening her eyes, Cricketpaw found herself drenched in moonlight, her paws set on unfamiliar yet strikingly similar territory. All around her glistened as if enclothed in stars, and a gentle breeze ruffled her spotted fur. A puzzled look crossed the she-cat's face as she glanced around, curiosity tugging at her paws, although they remained still. Her ears twitched, picking up whispering voices in the shadows that loomed around her, though she felt more safe and secure than she ever had. "Hello?" she called, her soft voice echoing through the trees that rose up around her, tall from the earth. Above, a night sky full of stars stretched above her, and for a split second it felt as though she might be in RiverClan territory. There were no reeds or fishy smell to support that theory, so the bengal knew that this place was somewhere different altogether. A shiver went down Cricketpaw's spine and she shrank back a bit against the wind as the breeze picked up just a little.

Behind her, a rustling sound could be heard, and the RiverClan apprentice spun on her hind paws, eyes wide, as she prepared herself for an attack. The noise grew louder, and out burst... a squirrel, darting from the cover of the undergrowth and streaking across the open field. Right behind it shot another figure - this one belonging to a cat. A gasp escaped Cricketpaw's lips as she recognized the scent that accompanied the sprinting feline. RiverClan! But why was her fur so... strange? Cocking her head to one side, the feline studied the disappearing figure, noticing the way her body looked almost transparent, and glittered with the same shine as the territory around her. "I wonder who that was..." she murmured, having never seen a warrior that looked like that in RiverClan. She'd be sure to ask Russetstar about it when she got back from...wherever she was.

"I really need to find my way home," the bengal muttered to herself and shook her head. She had not a clue as to where she was, but she was suspicious, and desperately missed the warm security of Geckoleaf's den. Turning, she began to pad softly across the clearing that stretched out before her. As she walked, Cricketpaw allowed her mind to wander, giving herself time to breathe and think before she reached RiverClan. It had only been about a moon since she'd been back, and already she was feeling a bit overwhelmed with all of her medicine cat apprentice duties. Of course she was determined to learn everything she could, however the enormity of what she had to accomplish seemed daunting at times, and there were still parts of her that wondered if she would ever be able to live up to Geckoleaf's and Russetstar's expectations of her. It didn't help that her mother, Shellfeather, had decided to return to the Clan.

At the thought of her mother, Cricketpaw's nose wrinkled up in disgust. Despite her kind nature, she had a deep resentment towards her mother. Ever since she had been taken from the Clan with no explanation given, Cricketpaw had been fostering a disliking for the queen. No longer did she look up to the feline, but rather wanted to distance herself from the she-cat altogether. It seemed as though her father was happy to have his mate back in the Clan, but Cricketpaw wasn't as quick to forgive. "She left me on my own. She took me from the only family I knew," she snarled under her breath, unconsciously digging up the ground beneath her as she walked, sharp claws sliding out from their sheaths. It was still unknown to her why this still got her riled up. Perhaps it was because she had come back with Spicepaw, her brother, who'd stayed behind with their mother when Cricketpaw had left.

In any case, the bengal had no interest in a family reunion with them, and snorted as she continued walking. When is this clearing gonna end? she thought, looking around desperately. She felt fatigue enter her paws and slowed her pace, sides heaving. "I feel like I've been walking for moons," Cricketpaw complained, loudly, to no one in particular. Heaving a side, the medicine cat apprentice sat down with a huff, trying to push the chaotic mess of thoughts that had somehow spilled into her brain. She didn't want to think about any of that stuff right now. Squeezing her eyes shut, she gave her head a shake, hoping to entangle the memories that clung to the corners of her mind like cobwebs, to be forgotten forever.

(( tbh i have no idea where i was going with this, but yeah. i have a good feeling about cricket and north getting along tho c: ))

[wickedvirtues]

The gray Turkish Angora she-cat was laying, seeming unaffected by her glittering pelt. "Creekshine!" A voice rang out, the she-cat smiled at the tom who the voice had come from. "Hello, Fallenshade.." she purred, licking her mate as she nuzzled his thick black fur. Fallenshade also purred, his mate's soft fur in his as they talked.

[Darky]

Graytail missed her old apprentice Dustpaw,She wished the rouge didn't come.She sighed as she was in front of Dustpaw as she a cat made of stars.

(Rip Graytail)

[Hexict]

(( Hexict whenever you're available, i thought i'd get the CricketXNorth RP going c: ))

Opening her eyes, Cricketpaw found herself drenched in moonlight, her paws set on unfamiliar yet strikingly similar territory. All around her glistened as if enclothed in stars, and a gentle breeze ruffled her spotted fur. A puzzled look crossed the she-cat's face as she glanced around, curiosity tugging at her paws, although they remained still. Her ears twitched, picking up whispering voices in the shadows that loomed around her, though she felt more safe and secure than she ever had. "Hello?" she called, her soft voice echoing through the trees that rose up around her, tall from the earth. Above, a night sky full of stars stretched above her, and for a split second it felt as though she might be in RiverClan territory. There were no reeds or fishy smell to support that theory, so the bengal knew that this place was somewhere different altogether. A shiver went down Cricketpaw's spine and she shrank back a bit against the wind as the breeze picked up just a little.

Behind her, a rustling sound could be heard, and the RiverClan apprentice spun on her hind paws, eyes wide, as she prepared herself for an attack. The noise grew louder, and out burst... a squirrel, darting from the cover of the undergrowth and streaking across the open field. Right behind it shot another figure - this one belonging to a cat. A gasp escaped Cricketpaw's lips as she recognized the scent that accompanied the sprinting feline. RiverClan! But why was her fur so... strange? Cocking her head to one side, the feline studied the disappearing figure, noticing the way her body looked almost transparent, and glittered with the same shine as the territory around her. "I wonder who that was..." she murmured, having never seen a warrior that looked like that in RiverClan. She'd be sure to ask Russetstar about it when she got back from...wherever she was.

"I really need to find my way home," the bengal muttered to herself and shook her head. She had not a clue as to where she was, but she was suspicious, and desperately missed the warm security of Geckoleaf's den. Turning, she began to pad softly across the clearing that stretched out before her. As she walked, Cricketpaw allowed her mind to wander, giving herself time to breathe and think before she reached RiverClan. It had only been about a moon since she'd been back, and already she was feeling a bit overwhelmed with all of her medicine cat apprentice duties. Of course she was determined to learn everything she could, however the enormity of what she had to accomplish seemed daunting at times, and there were still parts of her that wondered if she would ever be able to live up to Geckoleaf's and Russetstar's expectations of her. It didn't help that her mother, Shellfeather, had decided to return to the Clan.

At the thought of her mother, Cricketpaw's nose wrinkled up in disgust. Despite her kind nature, she had a deep resentment towards her mother. Ever since she had been taken from the Clan with no explanation given, Cricketpaw had been fostering a disliking for the queen. No longer did she look up to the feline, but rather wanted to distance herself from the she-cat altogether. It seemed as though her father was happy to have his mate back in the Clan, but Cricketpaw wasn't as quick to forgive. "She left me on my own. She took me from the only family I knew," she snarled under her breath, unconsciously digging up the ground beneath her as she walked, sharp claws sliding out from their sheaths. It was still unknown to her why this still got her riled up. Perhaps it was because she had come back with Spicepaw, her brother, who'd stayed behind with their mother when Cricketpaw had left.

In any case, the bengal had no interest in a family reunion with them, and snorted as she continued walking. When is this clearing gonna end? she thought, looking around desperately. She felt fatigue enter her paws and slowed her pace, sides heaving. "I feel like I've been walking for moons," Cricketpaw complained, loudly, to no one in particular. Heaving a side, the medicine cat apprentice sat down with a huff, trying to push the chaotic mess of thoughts that had somehow spilled into her brain. She didn't want to think about any of that stuff right now. Squeezing her eyes shut, she gave her head a shake, hoping to entangle the memories that clung to the corners of her mind like cobwebs, to be forgotten forever.

(( tbh i have no idea where i was going with this, but yeah. i have a good feeling about cricket and north getting along tho c: ))

(XD yeah, they probably will get along fine)

A dark grey tabby sat in a forest, his thoughts on Zerosight. It was no secret that the former Thunderclan medicine cat and his apprentice had been close,
almost like father and son. If it had been any cat, Northpath might not have tried to hard to protect them during the Liberation Battle between Ratnight and Skyclan. Of course, he would've tried to protect anyone, but would have most likely tried to get them to safety instead of blindly attacking who ever was trying to kill them like he had done when Zerosight's life was on the line. During the battle Northpath would've rather had stayed safe in his den, he had only been fourteen moons at his death and he wasn't ready to die. Bu he knew that he had to help Zerosight tend to anyone that got injured in battle... and if he hadn't been out there, then it would be Zerosight here in his place.

And he had no regrets.

Well, of course there was the impact that his death had on Zerosight. Northpath hadn't thought about how his former mentor would feel about his death, he had just focused on how he would feel if Zerosight had died. But since he had joined Starclan, Northpath was able to watch over the cat that had been like a father to him. And he had to watch as Zerosight refused to leave his body, not allowing anyone to bury him for awhile as he couldn't get over the fact that his apprentice had been killed, and right in front of him as well. The former medicine cat apprentice felt guilty as he watched someone close to him fall apart like that. Zerosight had been affected deeply by the passing of Northpath, and it was a sad sight to watch for the younger tom. He cared deeply for Zerosight... and he knew that this was his doing.

But still... he was glad that the older tom was still alive. Besides, he was sure that he would soon find a new light....

His darker ears perked up and he felt like he should be doing something. It wasn't really he who had summoned Cricketpaw there, but rather just Starclan had. Though he was the one that was meant to meet her here. He was honestly excited to meet with Riverclan's newer medicine cat apprentice. He hadn't been able to really speak to the other medicine cats. The only other medicine cat that he knew besides Zerosight was Surgestorm - another close friend of his. Although he knew that sometime soon he would be able to meet Geckoleaf.

The tom was nervous as he saw the marbled pelt of Cricketpaw. The dark tabby took a deep breath and thought about what he was going to saw before he stepped out to confront the young molly. "Hello Cricketpaw," Northpath stood towards the edge of the clearing to the side of the living cat. He had a friendly smile as he waved his tail, and his greeting was warm.

[Bracken12]

Fernshadow padded silently through Starclan, hoping no one would sense her sadness. I watched Silentshade and my son get into a fight and he had the same angry glint in his eyes that Fallenfoot had when Frostglare ended his life and even in death that miserable excuse for a cat haunts my family! she thought wretchedly. " I must warn Silentshade in some way but how? I have no way to walk in her dreams, or a important message to give her. Yes you can walk in her dreams and you do have an important message to give her! a voice yelled in the back of the she-cats mind. "Oh alright! I'll walk in her dreams tonight!" she hissed to herself.


Yes Fernshadow is Brackenheart's mom and here is what she looks like: http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e3/09/f1/e309f19b902398f89d5fcebb3246bf3f.jpg


and here is what he looks like! : http://warriors-prelude.weebly.com/uploads/2/5/0/4/25043726/4692399.jpg?377
(when he's angry!)

[spade]

(XD yeah, they probably will get along fine)

A dark grey tabby sat in a forest, his thoughts on Zerosight. It was no secret that the former Thunderclan medicine cat and his apprentice had been close,
almost like father and son. If it had been any cat, Northpath might not have tried to hard to protect them during the Liberation Battle between Ratnight and Skyclan. Of course, he would've tried to protect anyone, but would have most likely tried to get them to safety instead of blindly attacking who ever was trying to kill them like he had done when Zerosight's life was on the line. During the battle Northpath would've rather had stayed safe in his den, he had only been fourteen moons at his death and he wasn't ready to die. Bu he knew that he had to help Zerosight tend to anyone that got injured in battle... and if he hadn't been out there, then it would be Zerosight here in his place.

And he had no regrets.

Well, of course there was the impact that his death had on Zerosight. Northpath hadn't thought about how his former mentor would feel about his death, he had just focused on how he would feel if Zerosight had died. But since he had joined Starclan, Northpath was able to watch over the cat that had been like a father to him. And he had to watch as Zerosight refused to leave his body, not allowing anyone to bury him for awhile as he couldn't get over the fact that his apprentice had been killed, and right in front of him as well. The former medicine cat apprentice felt guilty as he watched someone close to him fall apart like that. Zerosight had been affected deeply by the passing of Northpath, and it was a sad sight to watch for the younger tom. He cared deeply for Zerosight... and he knew that this was his doing.

But still... he was glad that the older tom was still alive. Besides, he was sure that he would soon find a new light....

His darker ears perked up and he felt like he should be doing something. It wasn't really he who had summoned Cricketpaw there, but rather just Starclan had. Though he was the one that was meant to meet her here. He was honestly excited to meet with Riverclan's newer medicine cat apprentice. He hadn't been able to really speak to the other medicine cats. The only other medicine cat that he knew besides Zerosight was Surgestorm - another close friend of his. Although he knew that sometime soon he would be able to meet Geckoleaf.

The tom was nervous as he saw the marbled pelt of Cricketpaw. The dark tabby took a deep breath and thought about what he was going to saw before he stepped out to confront the young molly. "Hello Cricketpaw," Northpath stood towards the edge of the clearing to the side of the living cat. He had a friendly smile as he waved his tail, and his greeting was warm.

Ears perking up at the sound of a cat calling her name, Cricketpaw looked up, blue eyes scanning the horizon. For a moment, she wondered if the strange, sprinting cat she'd seen moments earlier decided to double back and actually introduce themselves, and maybe why they looked like a... a ghost. She knew that although she didn't know a majority of the herbs yet, she could at least try to help them since they were RiverClan. As her gaze continued to scan the clearing, it landed on an unfamiliar figure just to the side of her, watching her and calling out her name. "Who are you?" she called out, not moving closer towards the stranger. She studied him silently, taking in the way his fur glowed in the moonlight, and how stars seemed to dot his fur... A sudden realization shot through the apprentice and she felt her blood go cold. She knew exactly where she was in that moment.

StarClan.

This was her first time here without Geckoleaf, and though she knew she now had a unique connection with her ancestors, it was all still so new and unfamiliar to her. But this cat didn't carry a RiverClan scent, and he definitely didn't have the sleek fur of one. Cautiously, she approached him with a wary look in her eyes, though her curiosity got the better of her as she began to wonder who this mysterious cat was. When she was standing before him, she could taste the ThunderClan scent on her tongue, whiched confused her even more; why would a dead ThunderClan cat want to talk to her? She didn't know really anyone in the Clan, aside from Zerosight, but he had recently resigned, leaving a new medicine cat to take his place. "Who are you?" she repeated, this time more out of curiosity than wariness.

[Hexict]

Lilly


Northpath carefully watched Cricketpaw as she turned towards him and seemed to study him in return. It didn't take long for the younger cat to realize where she was, but when she did figure it out the darker cat gave an amused smile. The tom thought back to when he had seen Starclan. This was, of course, the first time that the spotted cat had been visited by the deceased without her mentor. When Northpath had met Starclan, it was under completely different circumstances. Due to the timing of his apprenticeship he hadn't been able to meet the clans' ancestors during his life. Starclan had been silent during those moons, which had only made him feel uncertain about taking the role as Zerosight's apprentice - almost like it was a sign that it wasn't meant to be. So the first time he saw the starry plains of afterlife was, well, after his life when he had been killed by Hannibal in an attempt to save his mentor and father figure.

But the cats here had been kind to him and he had settled down not too log after joining the stars. He liked many of the cats here. Of course, the tom would prefer to be living. To have been able to spend more time with Zerosight and Crescentmoon. To have been able to become a full medicine cat and make his mentor proud of him... but he was sure that he would be able to meet them someday, though the thought was a sad one due to the fact that it means they would have died as well.

As the living cat realized that he was not Riverclan and then questioned him on his identity, his pelt began to heat up slightly with embarrassment for not introducing himself sooner. He flattened his ears and looked at the ground as the tips of his dark ears turned red. "I'm sorry, I don't expect you to know me. My name is Northpath. I was the Thunderclan medicine cat apprentice while it was under the rule of Ratnight... I was killed during the Liberation Battle," he added the last part a bit awkwardly, though he wasn't even sure why he was awkward about it. When he thought about his own death he came to accept it, but he didn't really like speaking about it too much despite not really having a reason to. Northpath quickly cleared his throat and looked back to Cricketpaw. "But I know who you are. You are Geckoleaf's newest apprentice, the successor of Articpaw. I hadn't really gotten to know you mentor too well, though I believe I will get the chance to know her soon!" The dark tabby didn't say anything else about Geckoleaf, leaving it on that suspicious note. His words sounded more cheerful. He was still shy, but he was more relaxed around very few cats - of course, his only close friends had basically been Zerosight, Crescentmoon and Howlpaw.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

[ woly ]

This was going to hurt. It would hurt more than fire, more than death had been painful. It already hurt him just thinking about it... he wished he would never have to say goodbye. That they could play in the stars forever, curl up with eachother to watch the sun setting one last time, relive all the moments with yellow butterflies and hares and laughter, even the embarrassing times, the sad ones, the bittersweet. Redpaw missed home. He missed Mud; dear Mud, who he'd never really gotten to say goodbye to, to let him know he loved him beyond unspoken words behind each action. Why not admit it? The only thing he could truly regret was the pain him being gone had caused Mudpaw. That was why he had to do this. But maybe one last night... that was all he asked for. One more dream for him to say those unspoken words he had never had the chance to in life, the goodbyes that had never left his mouth before the light in his eyes, one clouded and scarred, the other bright and clear, had left them forever on that cold, cold riverbank.

Quietly, almost silently, the Calico tom whispered, "One last night, please."

[Bandido]

Nightwater padded through thunderclan territory, more of worried about snowstar and the living cat's lives. 'What would they plan?' She thought, she dismissed the thought and looked up, there really wasn't anything to look up, since she was already... Up. Nightwater layed down and stretched on her side. "How come I never see anyone here anymore?"

starfall

[graves]

[ woly ]

This was going to hurt. It would hurt more than fire, more than death had been painful. It already hurt him just thinking about it... he wished he would never have to say goodbye. That they could play in the stars forever, curl up with eachother to watch the sun setting one last time, relive all the moments with yellow butterflies and hares and laughter, even the embarrassing times, the sad ones, the bittersweet. Redpaw missed home. He missed Mud; dear Mud, who he'd never really gotten to say goodbye to, to let him know he loved him beyond unspoken words behind each action. Why not admit it? The only thing he could truly regret was the pain him being gone had caused Mudpaw. That was why he had to do this. But maybe one last night... that was all he asked for. One more dream for him to say those unspoken words he had never had the chance to in life, the goodbyes that had never left his mouth before the light in his eyes, one clouded and scarred, the other bright and clear, had left them forever on that cold, cold riverbank.

Quietly, almost silently, the Calico tom whispered, "One last night, please."
Mudpaw opened his yellow eyes the the familiar starry territory. He was brought up with happiness at the thought, mere joy running through him. These last few moons without seeing him has felt like pure pain, he felt empty without his other half. He felt that apart of him was missing, hollow and now really there in the first place. So when he opened his eyes, he perked his head up for any sign of his familiar love, the cat that clouded his thoughts constantly every single day. When here, he felt a sense of safety, thats haw he always felt when around Redpaw.
It was all gone. A he knew it.
But he was grasping onto reality of course, trying to convince himself Redpaw was still alive, denying that he was dead and simply away for awhile. he didnt want to accept and move on, as no one could replace whom he had loved most. He stood up, slowly walking around, eyes darting in all directions for the calico tom. The place had been left as it had usually ben, the grass fetl soft between his toes and the sky was set in a blueish pink tone with stars lacing through it. It all felt so peaceful, but something felt off. he knew it in his gut.
He cause sight of Redpaw.
he smiled.
One last time.

[Starfall]

Nightwater padded through thunderclan territory, more of worried about snowstar and the living cat's lives. 'What would they plan?' She thought, she dismissed the thought and looked up, there really wasn't anything to look up, since she was already... Up. Nightwater layed down and stretched on her side. "How come I never see anyone here anymore?"

starfall

The grey Maine coon flicked his ear as he heard the soft voice of a molly, his green orbs flickered with curiosity. He made his way on the direction of the voice and popped out of the bushes just in time to hear the Warriors question. Cypressmoon let out a chuckle and cocked his head to the side "Maybe because we all wish to rest, this is the place of resting after all." he chuckled as he layed himself next to the other.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Mudpaw opened his yellow eyes the the familiar starry territory. He was brought up with happiness at the thought, mere joy running through him. These last few moons without seeing him has felt like pure pain, he felt empty without his other half. He felt that apart of him was missing, hollow and now really there in the first place. So when he opened his eyes, he perked his head up for any sign of his familiar love, the cat that clouded his thoughts constantly every single day. When here, he felt a sense of safety, thats haw he always felt when around Redpaw.
It was all gone. A he knew it.
But he was grasping onto reality of course, trying to convince himself Redpaw was still alive, denying that he was dead and simply away for awhile. he didnt want to accept and move on, as no one could replace whom he had loved most. He stood up, slowly walking around, eyes darting in all directions for the calico tom. The place had been left as it had usually ben, the grass fetl soft between his toes and the sky was set in a blueish pink tone with stars lacing through it. It all felt so peaceful, but something felt off. he knew it in his gut.
He cause sight of Redpaw.
he smiled.
One last time.
Hoping against hope, that was what it was, and yet...
"Mudpaw!" cried the smaller apprentice, flinging himself at the larger tom in joy; he couldn't believe that he had come! Mud could have dreamt of anything, but he had instead returned. Barreling into the splotched cat, the smaller, starry cat burried himself in the living cat's fur. He was home; Mudpaw was his home. And that was what made red feel so much safer with Mud; the feline was his navigator, helping him to understand the hectic twists and turns of time, the things that could change in the blink of an eye. And he was there.

(Gtg to sleep can reply in the morning)

[Bandido]

The grey Maine coon flicked his ear as he heard the soft voice of a molly, his green orbs flickered with curiosity. He made his way on the direction of the voice and popped out of the bushes just in time to hear the Warriors question. Cypressmoon let out a chuckle and cocked his head to the side "Maybe because we all wish to rest, this is the place of resting after all." he chuckled as he layed himself next to the other.

Nightwater squeaked at the newcomer's voice. "You don't just sneak up on cats!" She hissed, a bit ticked.

[graves]

Hoping against hope, that was what it was, and yet...
"Mudpaw!" cried the smaller apprentice, flinging himself at the larger tom in joy; he couldn't believe that he had come! Mud could have dreamt of anything, but he had instead returned. Barreling into the splotched cat, the smaller, starry cat burried himself in the living cat's fur. He was home; Mudpaw was his home. And that was what made red feel so much safer with Mud; the feline was his navigator, helping him to understand the hectic twists and turns of time, the things that could change in the blink of an eye. And he was there.

(Gtg to sleep can reply in the morning)
He was immediately engulfed in the scent of his familiar companion, a cat that he had grown to love over the many seasons they had spent together. He was going to be getting his warrior name soon, he wanted Redpaw to be standing next to him getting his warrior name to. It was a bitter sweetness, seeing him in Starclan. Atleast he even got to see him. He purred, feeling the warmth on his chest as he was basically tackled to the ground, letting out an ¨oof¨ sound and giving a chuckle. ¨Oh my Redpaw, Ive missed you.¨ his voice was quiet, as if being loud would break their small reunion. He felt all was right for just a moment, even if he knew when he woke up all would change quickly.
Hed cherish this moment.

[judas]

@Eye of the storm
The ginger brown tom flicked his large tail. He had been sent to welcome a new member. A task that Hawkfeather didn't like. Hawkfeather walked, humming to himself to keep the mood light. It was always stressfull when he saw new members. Most missed their homes. Hawkfeather related, when he was bitten by a snake. The tom shook his head, walking farther along the path.

[Momotaro]

@Eye of the storm
The ginger brown tom flicked his large tail. He had been sent to welcome a new member. A task that Hawkfeather didn't like. Hawkfeather walked, humming to himself to keep the mood light. It was always stressfull when he saw new members. Most missed their homes. Hawkfeather related, when he was bitten by a snake. The tom shook his head, walking farther along the path.

Jayfall appeared on the starry plain, pupils black slits. His paw were covered with his own blood, he looked at his gaping neck wound. Slowly his death came to him. Him jumping in front of the apprentice, Coconutpaw, to save their life. Now he was dead. But he had no regrets; he had died protecting his clan. But still. Why now? Why had he had to murdered, he was newly made warrior, he shouldn't be dead? He had much more life he could have had.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Jayfall appeared on the starry plain, pupils black slits. His paw were covered with his own blood, he looked at his gaping neck wound. Slowly his death came to him. Him jumping in front of the apprentice, Coconutpaw, to save their life. Now he was dead. But he had no regrets; he had died protecting his clan. But still. Why now? Why had he had to murdered, he was newly made warrior, he shouldn't be dead? He had much more life he could have had.
Myik
Another She-cat appeared next to Hawkfeather, her ginger pelt shining like rose gold dotted with stars. This was none other than GleamRose, the WindClan cat who had fallen into a coma and died in her sleep. But there as much more to it than that "another poor young cat joining the ranks of StarClan, Hawkfeather? It's a shame they're killed off so easily, if they're facing the right cat at the time." She sighed, her eyes still beaming as brightly as ever. "You can't blame them for missing home...no matter what age they all do at some point."

[judas]

Jayfall appeared on the starry plain, pupils black slits. His paw were covered with his own blood, he looked at his gaping neck wound. Slowly his death came to him. Him jumping in front of the apprentice, Coconutpaw, to save their life. Now he was dead. But he had no regrets; he had died protecting his clan. But still. Why now? Why had he had to murdered, he was newly made warrior, he shouldn't be dead? He had much more life he could have had.
"Yes, a shame.. But we have to deal with what life gives us I'm afraid." He mewed.
Hawkfeather jumped, landing off of a rock. "Hello! I'm Hawkfeather, I see your new to Starclan." Hawkfeather walkec closer, seeing the blood. "No worries, that will heal up. Follow me," He mewed, turning back.

[Momotaro]

"Yes, a shame.. But we have to deal with what life gives us I'm afraid." He mewed.
Hawkfeather jumped, landing off of a rock. "Hello! I'm Hawkfeather, I see your new to Starclan." Hawkfeather walkec closer, seeing the blood. "No worries, that will heal up. Follow me," He mewed, turning back.
NightWarrior4Life
The warrior, jogged up, and realised he didn't feel any pain. "Woah. Despite being dead, its quite nice, no pain. And, at least I dered honourably.... But why now? Im only 20 moon." The greyish blue tabby contemplated. "So what do you do here? Sit around eating? Its gonna get boring after a while."

[judas]

NightWarrior4Life
The warrior, jogged up, and realised he didn't feel any pain. "Woah. Despite being dead, its quite nice, no pain. And, at least I dered honourably.... But why now? Im only 20 moon." The greyish blue tabby contemplated. "So what do you do here? Sit around eating? Its gonna get boring after a while."
The Ginger cat sighed, "Well, you could hunt, walk, sit and think." He mewed. Hawkfeather brushed through the leaves. "Some cats get to talk to leaders too," he said. Hawkfeather paused, pouncing in some leaves. He turned, having a rabbit in his jaws. "See? Hunting."

[NightWarrior4Life]

Myik The Eye Of The Storm
"I thought that too once upon a time...then I found I actually quite enjoy hunting up here...it's nothing like hunting at night. It's hunting inside the night. I also like to play stepping stones on the stars with other cats...and see how many you can step on b core your paws get tired. Or snake! Snake is fun. You step on a bunch of stars and then they make a trail which is like the tail of your snake if the other cat crosses over you tail they lose!" she laughed then put the tip of her golden tail on JayFall's shoulder. "It gets better as time goes on...just try not to grieve for the others...let the others grieve for you...I can assure you they are safe now and you did not die in vain. You'll forget you ever lived another life eventually." GleamRose purred softly in his ear.

[Momotaro]

The Ginger cat sighed, "Well, you could hunt, walk, sit and think." He mewed. Hawkfeather brushed through the leaves. "Some cats get to talk to leaders too," he said. Hawkfeather paused, pouncing in some leaves. He turned, having a rabbit in his jaws. "See? Hunting."

"Uuhhhh, but there are no battles? No fights? a perfect world is a boring world. Don't you patrol the DarkForest border?" Jayfall continued, "Those are kit games, boring, unneeded. Why, and I don't want to forget my life. I want to breath, to live, to fight!" he growled, lashing his tail.

[judas]

Myik The Eye Of The Storm
"I thought that too once upon a time...then I found I actually quite enjoy hunting up here...it's nothing like hunting at night. It's hunting inside the night. I also like to play stepping stones on the stars with other cats...and see how many you can step on b core your paws get tired. Or snake! Snake is fun. You step on a bunch of stars and then they make a trail which is like the tail of your snake if the other cat crosses over you tail they lose!" she laughed then put the tip of her golden tail on JayFall's shoulder. "It gets better as time goes on...just try not to grieve for the others...let the others grieve for you...I can assure you they are safe now and you did not die in vain. You'll forget you ever lived another life eventually." GleamRose purred softly in his ear.

"Uuhhhh, but there are no battles? No fights? a perfect world is a boring world. Don't you patrol the DarkForest border?" Jayfall continued, "Those are kit games, boring, unneeded. Why, and I don't want to forget my life. I want to breath, to live, to fight!" he growled, lashing his tail.
Hawkfeather huffed. "And I suppose you want to be deputy and leader too? Have a nice family with kits? Oooh live to be a elder and get apprentices to take ticks off if you?!" He hissed. Hawkfeather flicked his tail. "To bad! We can't all grow old and die with are families!!" He hissed, pressing his face close to Jayfall's. "You don't get to chose how you die or where!"

[Momotaro]

Hawkfeather huffed. "And I suppose you want to be deputy and leader too? Have a nice family with kits? Oooh live to be a elder and get apprentices to take ticks off if you?!" He hissed. Hawkfeather flicked his tail. "To bad! We can't all grow old and die with are families!!" He hissed, pressing his face close to Jayfall's. "You don't get to chose how you die or where!"

"Like you can talk, your older than me, you got to atlas experience more life than me, I have a little brother to take care of, I don't care for deputy or leaders, I care for actually doing good, instead of lazing around up here playing kit games and not caring for cats with actual problems!" He yowled, during in his voice.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Like you can talk, your older than me, you got to atlas experience more life than me, I have a little brother to take care of, I don't care for deputy or leaders, I care for actually doing good, instead of lazing around up here playing kit games and not caring for cats with actual problems!" He yowled, during in his voice.
GleamRose now touched the tip of her tail on Hawkfeather's shoulder trying to calm him. "It's not like that. It's not like that at all. I understand why you may think Hawkfeather isn't the best cat to talk to about this but I am. I died young too. Not every warrior's life is glamorous and frankly, in my opinion, it is better if a cat dies young because they most likely died in battle for their clan. They are buried with respect and honour. Besides, would you rather spend the eternity of your afterlife as a cranky old Furball or a fresh, new handsome cat. Besides, if you do want a mate still, there are plenty of She-cats here who could use somebody...and there are plenty of kits to adopt too. And you can still be a mentor from StarClan. I adopted a sweet little apprentice named Hawkpaw, who's now Hawkfall. He's still alive but he knows I am always watching him and guiding him." GleamRose stopped to take a breath then dipped her head "Please, accept this as a gift from me, Hawkfeather, and all of StarClan as a thanks for your service to your clan." she placed a glittering daisy at JayFall's paws. In the centre were shining topazes and each petal was delicately coated in white diamonds and crystals.

[judas]

GleamRose now touched the tip of her tail on Hawkfeather's shoulder trying to calm him. "It's not like that. It's not like that at all. I understand why you may think Hawkfeather isn't the best cat to talk to about this but I am. I died young too. Not every warrior's life is glamorous and frankly, in my opinion, it is better if a cat dies young because they most likely died in battle for their clan. They are buried with respect and honour. Besides, would you rather spend the eternity of your afterlife as a cranky old Furball or a fresh, new handsome cat. Besides, if you do want a mate still, there are plenty of She-cats here who could use somebody...and there are plenty of kits to adopt too. And you can still be a mentor from StarClan. I adopted a sweet little apprentice named Hawkpaw, who's now Hawkfall. He's still alive but he knows I am always watching him and guiding him." GleamRose stopped to take a breath then dipped her head "Please, accept this as a gift from me, Hawkfeather, and all of StarClan as a thanks for your service to your clan." she placed a glittering daisy at JayFall's paws. In the centre were shining topazes and each petal was delicately coated in white diamonds and crystals.
Hawkfeather took a breath, unhooking his claws from the earth. "Making me sound like and Elder..." He hissed.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Hawkfeather took a breath, unhooking his claws from the earth. "Making me sound like and Elder..." He hissed.
"The Handomest and youngest looking elder ever! Hawkfeather, you're like a father to me, you know that." The starry she-cat touched her nose to his shoulder.
(Sorry short)

[judas]

"The Handomest and youngest looking elder ever! Hawkfeather, you're like a father to me, you know that." The starry she-cat touched her nose to his shoulder.
(Sorry short)
"When I was your age I could catch mice twice as big, yeah yeah.. Let me go to the elders den, 29 moons is to old for a warrior!" He mewed, cuffing her ears.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"When I was your age I could catch mice twice as big, yeah yeah.. Let me go to the elders den, 29 moons is to old for a warrior!" He mewed, cuffing her ears.
She licked him playfully in between the ears "but you're not too old for a little fun, I hope?" she didn't wait for a reply and instead pounced on Hawkfeather in an attempt to start a play fight with the senior warrior. "So what you gonna do about it Hawkfeather, huh?" GleamRose called to him.

[judas]

She licked him playfully in between the ears "but you're not too old for a little fun, I hope?" she didn't wait for a reply and instead pounced on Hawkfeather in an attempt to start a play fight with the senior warrior. "So what you gonna do about it Hawkfeather, huh?" GleamRose called to him.
Hawkfeather pushed her off, flicking his ears. He sat still, licking his paw. "Thats what I'm going to do," he mewed. The tom flicked his tail, looking at Gleamrose.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Hawkfeather pushed her off, flicking his ears. He sat still, licking his paw. "Thats what I'm going to do," he mewed. The tom flicked his tail, looking at Gleamrose.
"Oh really? Come get me, come get me!" The young she-cat tried to wind up the Tom enough so that he would fight back. "Just one little game, please?" GleamRose was bouncing all around Hawkfeather like a kit begging for five more minuits of playing in the nursery before their mother sent them to sleep.

[wickedvirtues]

The fluffy lilac calico she-cat walked through the territory, her tail curled behind her as she padded on. StarClan had everything the molly wanted. No battles, bloodshed, or malice.. mostly. Sure, some hated others, and the Dark Forest was near them, but it was separated by a powerful boarder. Ivypool hummed, her ears pricked and a happy spring in her step as she lay in the nice, peaceful clearing and purred.

[goddess of ducks]

starfall

The gray striped warrior laced out of the camp. The stars twinkled in his paws, but instead of staring at the beauty of them like he sometimes did, he just walked. His striped tail lashed out behind him. He hated this. How could Russetstar be such a mouse brain! He should have been there, he should have gone to Russetstar and told him how bad of a choice this was. Fallenstream could not be deputy. Riverclan didn't need another murderer in a lead position. He didn't die hoping to serve his Ckan only to see it get stuck in trouble again. He knew what Fallenstream had done, and Sunbreeze and Moonpaw knew it too. Moonpa had seen it, and Cloudyfoit too. Surely they would know somethings? Surely they would bring it up to Russetstar. Just Starclan help them that Fallenstream might find out, or else they might be the next ones to join him up here. Although, a problem he had had recently, was that he kept asking Starclan to protect Russetstar and his friends, only to remember, he was Starclan, yet there was nothing he could do to help from here.

[Starfall]

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The gray striped warrior laced out of the camp. The stars twinkled in his paws, but instead of staring at the beauty of them like he sometimes did, he just walked. His striped tail lashed out behind him. He hated this. How could Russetstar be such a mouse brain! He should have been there, he should have gone to Russetstar and told him how bad of a choice this was. Fallenstream could not be deputy. Riverclan didn't need another murderer in a lead position. He didn't die hoping to serve his Clan only to see it get stuck in trouble again. He knew what Fallenstream had done, and Sunbreeze and Moonpaw knew it too. Moonpaw had seen it, and Cloudyfoot too. Surely they would know somethings? Surely they would bring it up to Russetstar. Just Starclan help them that Fallenstream might find out, or else they might be the next ones to join him up here. Although, a problem he had had recently, was that he kept asking Starclan to protect Russetstar and his friends, only to remember, he was Starclan, yet there was nothing he could do to help from here.
Confusion, that was the immediate reaction he had when he realized where he was, he didn't understand, was he allowed to walk up here? Wasn't his soul too blighted to be walking upon his ancestors territory? The deputy flicked his tail and decided to pad forward after a few moments of debating with himself, his thoughts were still jumbled and all in all a total mess, he still wasn't able to wrap his head around becoming deputy the day after yesterday, he wasn't sure if he hated himself, or if he was proud of himself. Everything he believed he once knew was a lie, fake, it was incorrect, and sadly, he believed he may have found this out too late, his paws were already drenched in his clanmates blood, he was a murderer. The ink colored tom stopped walking when he saw a familiar muscular figure. Instantly guilt and shame hit him like a tidal wave. Waterstreak, the very tom he was thinking of, the very tom he killed. Fallenstream took a deep breath in and suddenly realized why he was here, he was to be judged. The deputy let out a long sigh and lifted his chin, his head held high, he wasn't proud of what he did, be he knew how he planned on apologizing, although he knew that simply apologizing wasn't enough. He stopped a few mouse lengths away from the deceased warrior, his lapis blue orbs gave nothing away, they were cold, unreadable "Seeing you here answers my question as to why I am able to walk in my ancestors stars....I thought I was abandoned...which would be understandable." he commented before falling silent, he wasn't going to say more until Waterstreak had taken his anger out on the deputy, until the fallen warrior had said his piece.

[goddess of ducks]

Confusion, that was the immediate reaction he had when he realized where he was, he didn't understand, was he allowed to walk up here? Wasn't his soul too blighted to be walking upon his ancestors territory? The deputy flicked his tail and decided to pad forward after a few moments of debating with himself, his thoughts were still jumbled and all in all a total mess, he still wasn't able to wrap his head around becoming deputy the day after yesterday, he wasn't sure if he hated himself, or if he was proud of himself. Everything he believed he once knew was a lie, fake, it was incorrect, and sadly, he believed he may have found this out too late, his paws were already drenched in his clanmates blood, he was a murderer. The ink colored tom stopped walking when he saw a familiar muscular figure. Instantly guilt and shame hit him like a tidal wave. Waterstreak, the very tom he was thinking of, the very tom he killed. Fallenstream took a deep breath in and suddenly realized why he was here, he was to be judged. The deputy let out a long sigh and lifted his chin, his head held high, he wasn't proud of what he did, be he knew how he planned on apologizing, although he knew that simply apologizing wasn't enough. He stopped a few mouse lengths away from the deceased warrior, his lapis blue orbs gave nothing away, they were cold, unreadable "Seeing you here answers my question as to why I am able to walk in my ancestors stars....I thought I was abandoned...which would be understandable." he commented before falling silent, he wasn't going to say more until Waterstreak had taken his anger out on the deputy, until the fallen warrior had said his piece.

[ah it feels good to rp him again]

The sound of paws temps and the keen awareness that he warned as a member of Starclan alerted him to the presence of a cat. It took Waterstreak only a moment to recognize the scent of the cat. It was the last scent of cat he had ever smelled when he was alive. It was the stench of Fallenstream, the stench of his own blood and then the drowning, suffocating river water. Darkness had clouded his vision, and that was the last he remembered of being alive. Sure, shortly are he escaped into his celestial body. He had watched as his closest friend and apprentice rescued his body. If only they had been faster. He knew he was too far gone at that point. But the scent of this cat...it was angering him. This cat did not deserve to be deputy. Much less walk among the lands of Starclan. Murderers did not belong here. "Fallenstream." He hissed under his breath. He kept his back to the living feline. He knew that Fallenstream could not hurt him here, but he knew he had the power to hurt him. The Darkforest did it all the time, he knew that all too well. Half his scars came from attacks with his 'friend' in the Darkforest. Starclan had the same powers, but they should know better than to use that. Finally, trying to calm himself, he turned around. His expression was a frustrated glare. A small, disapproving frown was etched on his muzzle. He made no noise, he did not move. He had to calm his thoughts. As he stood there, he stood like a statue. The stars that laced his paws and tail twinkled. His cool blue eyes bored into Fallenstreams. He didn't know what to say that wouldn't sound rude. Waterstreak wasn't the rude type, but then again, after striving all his life to serve his Clan to hopefully become deputy, he had been murdered by a Clanmates, and now that Clanmates had achieved the rank of deputy. What was one even supposed to say to a cat who killed than and stole their dream? "You don't deserve this." He barked at him. His voice was tense, taut, strained. "I presume you know that?" He kept his tone of voice very sharp, like a father scolding his kits.

[Starfall]

[ah it feels good to rp him again]



The sound of paws temps and the keen awareness that he warned as a member of Starclan alerted him to the presence of a cat. It took Waterstreak only a moment to recognize the scent of the cat. It was the last scent of cat he had ever smelled when he was alive. It was the stench of Fallenstream, the stench of his own blood and then the drowning, suffocating river water. Darkness had clouded his vision, and that was the last he remembered of being alive. Sure, shortly are he escaped into his celestial body. He had watched as his closest friend and apprentice rescued his body. If only they had been faster. He knew he was too far gone at that point. But the scent of this cat...it was angering him. This cat did not deserve to be deputy. Much less walk among the lands of Starclan. Murderers did not belong here. "Fallenstream." He hissed under his breath. He kept his back to the living feline. He knew that Fallenstream could not hurt him here, but he knew he had the power to hurt him. The Darkforest did it all the time, he knew that all too well. Half his scars came from attacks with his 'friend' in the Darkforest. Starclan had the same powers, but they should know better than to use that. Finally, trying to calm himself, he turned around. His expression was a frustrated glare. A small, disapproving frown was etched on his muzzle. He made no noise, he did not move. He had to calm his thoughts. As he stood there, he stood like a statue. The stars that laced his paws and tail twinkled. His cool blue eyes bored into Fallenstreams. He didn't know what to say that wouldn't sound rude. Waterstreak wasn't the rude type, but then again, after striving all his life to serve his Clan to hopefully become deputy, he had been murdered by a Clanmates, and now that Clanmates had achieved the rank of deputy. What was one even supposed to say to a cat who killed than and stole their dream? "You don't deserve this." He barked at him. His voice was tense, taut, strained. "I presume you know that?" He kept his tone of voice very sharp, like a father scolding his kits.
[ xD
my fingers hurt ;w; ]

The ebony warrior's gaze didn't waver and he didn't recoil back when a strong aura came from the deceased warrior, and he could take a couple guesses as to why. He wasn't going to ask for forgiveness, and he wasn't going to try and find his way back, no, he was brought here for a reason, he had to purify his soul, although there would always be an ugly black stain. Although at the same time, he didn't really view them as sins, he saw them as achevements and was proud of the fact that he rid the clan of a possible evil. He was confused, and in all honesty he was happy that he was summoned to Starclan, maybe they would help him see the right path, help him figure out which way is right, and which way is wrong. He wasn't sure what was right and what was wrong, he could barely tell from right to left, he was confused, a war was always being raged within his mind, and it only begun the moment Honeypool took pity upon him. He wanted, no, he needed answers, he needed his ancestors to help him once, he needed their guidance. Although he has killed, it was always for the greater good of his clan, for his family. As the deceased warrior's facial expressions gave away nothing but anger, his own gave nothing away, no ignorance, no joy, no sadness, nothing, he just sat there quietly and waited for the other to finish.

Fallenstream blinked slowly as the former Riverclan called his name. He was expecting something worse, he was expecting to get tackled down and clawed all the way down to his bones. Although it wasn't his fault that he gripped the starry ground with his claws the moment the former senior warrior snapped, it startled him. The deputy dipped his head in greeting, although he knew that what Waterstreak barked wasn't a greeting "Waterstreak." he said calmly, voice unwavering and unreadable. He lifted his head, his lapis optics flickered with uncertainty every now and then, "No, no I don't believe I do. Honestly, I'm just surprised as you." he replied back, he noticed the tenseness in the Starclan warriors voice, strained, broken, hurt, it made his heart lurch and it made his soul ache, the reason as to why the other tom hurt so badly was because of him. The reason why Waterstreak was in Starclan in the first place was because of him. The ebony deputy clentched his teeth and turned his attention to the star scattered ground, his claws clutched the dirt. He was ashamed and confused, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to handle it. He pinned his ears against his head and let out a choked noise "I don't know what to do anymore!" he cried out, his dense outer shell suddenly broke, "Everything I thought I once new was overturned the moment I met Honeypool. I-I thought that I was doing good, I thought that every step I took was for the better of the clan, but then I met her and now everything, everything I came to learn became a lie!" he spat. The deputy shook his head and looked up, his usually sharp orbs were soft and cloudy. "What am I supposed to do? I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore!" he cried. After a few moments of deep breaths he looked up, his eyelashes held teardrops that almost matched the stars that were scattered across the territory, he was breaking, and he didn't know how to stop it. He once again began to shake his head "And I know it doesn't mean much since you're already here, since I've already got the stain of your blood on my paws, but I want to say sorry, sorry a million times over for what I've done to you, for what ive done to your family and your friends." he stated, his voice cracking inbetween, and he meant every word, although he apologized his soul still felt heavy. "I thought that if I apologized my soul would feel light again, I would feel whole. But it doesn't and I don't, waterstreak, I know you hate me, you hate my very existence, I ripped away everything from you, I know, but hear me out please." he pleaded, desperation plastered on his face, this wasn't for him, no it was for his clan, for his friends, for Honeypool, he had to be fixed, or be stopped before it got too bad, before he hurt someone he cared for. "Help me." he stated, he pleaded, something needed to be done, something needed to happen, he needed to learn.

[goddess of ducks]

[ xD
my fingers hurt ;w; ]

The ebony warrior's gaze didn't waver and he didn't recoil back when a strong aura came from the deceased warrior, and he could take a couple guesses as to why. He wasn't going to ask for forgiveness, and he wasn't going to try and find his way back, no, he was brought here for a reason, he had to purify his soul, although there would always be an ugly black stain. Although at the same time, he didn't really view them as sins, he saw them as achevements and was proud of the fact that he rid the clan of a possible evil. He was confused, and in all honesty he was happy that he was summoned to Starclan, maybe they would help him see the right path, help him figure out which way is right, and which way is wrong. He wasn't sure what was right and what was wrong, he could barely tell from right to left, he was confused, a war was always being raged within his mind, and it only begun the moment Honeypool took pity upon him. He wanted, no, he needed answers, he needed his ancestors to help him once, he needed their guidance. Although he has killed, it was always for the greater good of his clan, for his family. As the deceased warrior's facial expressions gave away nothing but anger, his own gave nothing away, no ignorance, no joy, no sadness, nothing, he just sat there quietly and waited for the other to finish.

Fallenstream blinked slowly as the former Riverclan called his name. He was expecting something worse, he was expecting to get tackled down and clawed all the way down to his bones. Although it wasn't his fault that he gripped the starry ground with his claws the moment the former senior warrior snapped, it startled him. The deputy dipped his head in greeting, although he knew that what Waterstreak barked wasn't a greeting "Waterstreak." he said calmly, voice unwavering and unreadable. He lifted his head, his lapis optics flickered with uncertainty every now and then, "No, no I don't believe I do. Honestly, I'm just surprised as you." he replied back, he noticed the tenseness in the Starclan warriors voice, strained, broken, hurt, it made his heart lurch and it made his soul ache, the reason as to why the other tom hurt so badly was because of him. The reason why Waterstreak was in Starclan in the first place was because of him. The ebony deputy clentched his teeth and turned his attention to the star scattered ground, his claws clutched the dirt. He was ashamed and confused, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to handle it. He pinned his ears against his head and let out a choked noise "I don't know what to do anymore!" he cried out, his dense outer shell suddenly broke, "Everything I thought I once new was overturned the moment I met Honeypool. I-I thought that I was doing good, I thought that every step I took was for the better of the clan, but then I met her and now everything, everything I came to learn became a lie!" he spat. The deputy shook his head and looked up, his usually sharp orbs were soft and cloudy. "What am I supposed to do? I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore!" he cried. After a few moments of deep breaths he looked up, his eyelashes held teardrops that almost matched the stars that were scattered across the territory, he was breaking, and he didn't know how to stop it. He once again began to shake his head "And I know it doesn't mean much since you're already here, since I've already got the stain of your blood on my paws, but I want to say sorry, sorry a million times over for what I've done to you, for what ive done to your family and your friends." he stated, his voice cracking inbetween, and he meant every word, although he apologized his soul still felt heavy. "I thought that if I apologized my soul would feel light again, I would feel whole. But it doesn't and I don't, waterstreak, I know you hate me, you hate my very existence, I ripped away everything from you, I know, but hear me out please." he pleaded, desperation plastered on his face, this wasn't for him, no it was for his clan, for his friends, for Honeypool, he had to be fixed, or be stopped before it got too bad, before he hurt someone he cared for. "Help me." he stated, he pleaded, something needed to be done, something needed to happen, he needed to learn.

Waterstreak kept his gaze constant and steady, his dark blue eyes watching the warrior before him. He thought it would be interesting as to what he would say. Would he act as if he hadn't known he was a Starclan supporter, hence the reason Fallenstream killed him. Would he try to play the weakness card that Acornprick had thrown at him so many times. Who knew. He only had to wait and listen, but again, he didn't exactly want to be in the presence of his murderer who had just been promoted to deputy. But what he started with, the fact that he admitted he didn't know why this was happening, it was shocking for him. When he was taking his lasts Fallenstream hadn't seemed like much of a cat for leadership. Besides, had Russetstar even acted on something Starclan said? Or just his own instincts,

He watched as the cat slow broke down before him. He listened, his gaze very slowly, but steadily softening. He had never expected a soft side to come from a murderer. Fallenstream seemed trueley regretful, but Waterstreak wouldn't be so easy to forget. Quick to forgive, yes, but it would take longer to forget. He didn't know, and honestly, Waterstreak couldn't blame him. Had he been appointed deputy in a situation like Fallenstream, panic and fear would most likely coarse through his veins. Knowing you had a Clanmates blood on your oaws and then being trusted as deputy, it would make the punishment so much worse if some cat were to find out. Waterstreak felt pity for the deputy, yes, and he truly didn't want Tia cat on it. He wanted to hold onto the grudge, hate him, loathe him, but he was broken and still falling apart. Fallenstream needed help, but if he was here in Sarclan, Waterstreak ha D the upper paw. "Fallenstream," he mewed sternly. "Look at me." He stared straight at the deputy, unblinking. "We have had our past together. You have made mistakes, but everyone does make them. Honestly bomb biggest mistakes were holding grudges, hopefully now in effect eternity, I can fix them. Here's my leading way to start." He sighed before continuing. This was hard, forgiving your murderer who killed you in cold blood. "We have Had our past. Our past is behind us and we shouldn't let that hold us back. I have done that many times, and now I want to fix that, hopefully I can save you from that issue before it grows on you." He lowered himself into a sitting position, showing he wasn't going to attack or something radical. "We must endure onwards, not to be held back. I love my Clan, both dead and alive. Now I must support it, and if Russetstar chose you then I will have to trust in you to lead my Clan to safety. So, our pasts, they are behind us now. Agreed?" He stared at the black warrior, waiting for a response. If he couldn't do anything more in a physical form, and had no true connection to the leader, then he would make sure Riverclan would remain strong with Fallenstream.

[Barnabas]

Raine

Duskflower walked out in the Starclan territory a bit bored of being alone. It had been a couple of moons since the day she had died. She thought being dead was kind of boring, espesially since nobody ever came over to talk to her or even say hello. 'Why can't I talk to anyone. I'm dead, but still have a voice' she thought to herself.

The dark ginger she-cat couldn't help, but pace back in forth, looking over her shoulder for any cat she could walk up to. "Is anyone there?" she called turning around. Sometime's she saw other cats, but most of the time no one ever came when she called.

[wickedvirtues]

Remorapaw groaned, expecting to feel the fierce pain in her muscles and head, expecting so much blood it'd make a pool at her paws. Her eyes were closed as she dryly swallowed and opened them. The fluffy gray and white apprentice parted her maw, expecting a metallic tang to the air around her. She smelt only prey and cool, clean air. Remorapaw widened her eyes, no blood or wounds on her body. She flexed the muscles under her pelt, finding them unharmed. "But.. the- the badger!" The molly gasped softly, shuddering. "Poor Minnowpaw! She looked really injured.." she added, wondering if her sister was okay.


Remorapaw, after calming down and realizing she was dead and in StarClan, sighed. She'd always worried about if she'd go to the Dark Forest or be in StarClan. Glad it was the last option, she decided to find the Camp. She walked through the territory with tiny glittery stars in her pelt, and her tail swayed behind her.

[wren]

Raine

Duskflower walked out in the Starclan territory a bit bored of being alone. It had been a couple of moons since the day she had died. She thought being dead was kind of boring, espesially since nobody ever came over to talk to her or even say hello. 'Why can't I talk to anyone. I'm dead, but still have a voice' she thought to herself.

The dark ginger she-cat couldn't help, but pace back in forth, looking over her shoulder for any cat she could walk up to. "Is anyone there?" she called turning around. Sometime's she saw other cats, but most of the time no one ever came when she called.


A tall dark she cat padded out from the foliage. She was slender and sleek furred with a starry pelt and dazzling green eyes. She was the mother of fallenstream the new riverclan deput, she had been antisocial due to it. Thinking about the danger her little kit must face with this new world to face. When suddenly a voice breaks into her mind set and her ears perked up with interest. Someone out in the territory? This far? she questioned.
Driftingstorm than proceeded to pad from the shaded spot where she had been laying, watching her son with watery eyes. When she set her eyes upon the slender she cat ahead. "Yes" was the simplistic answer as the smoky grey she cat appeared between the foliage and brambles.

She offered a small quirky smile at the she cat. She had only died a few moons back and the sacred starry skies they walked over must have been such a surprise. Q

[Starfall]

Waterstreak kept his gaze constant and steady, his dark blue eyes watching the warrior before him. He thought it would be interesting as to what he would say. Would he act as if he hadn't known he was a Starclan supporter, hence the reason Fallenstream killed him. Would he try to play the weakness card that Acornprick had thrown at him so many times. Who knew. He only had to wait and listen, but again, he didn't exactly want to be in the presence of his murderer who had just been promoted to deputy. But what he started with, the fact that he admitted he didn't know why this was happening, it was shocking for him. When he was taking his lasts Fallenstream hadn't seemed like much of a cat for leadership. Besides, had Russetstar even acted on something Starclan said? Or just his own instincts,



He watched as the cat slow broke down before him. He listened, his gaze very slowly, but steadily softening. He had never expected a soft side to come from a murderer. Fallenstream seemed trueley regretful, but Waterstreak wouldn't be so easy to forget. Quick to forgive, yes, but it would take longer to forget. He didn't know, and honestly, Waterstreak couldn't blame him. Had he been appointed deputy in a situation like Fallenstream, panic and fear would most likely coarse through his veins. Knowing you had a Clanmates blood on your oaws and then being trusted as deputy, it would make the punishment so much worse if some cat were to find out. Waterstreak felt pity for the deputy, yes, and he truly didn't want Tia cat on it. He wanted to hold onto the grudge, hate him, loathe him, but he was broken and still falling apart. Fallenstream needed help, but if he was here in Sarclan, Waterstreak ha D the upper paw. "Fallenstream," he mewed sternly. "Look at me." He stared straight at the deputy, unblinking. "We have had our past together. You have made mistakes, but everyone does make them. Honestly bomb biggest mistakes were holding grudges, hopefully now in effect eternity, I can fix them. Here's my leading way to start." He sighed before continuing. This was hard, forgiving your murderer who killed you in cold blood. "We have Had our past. Our past is behind us and we shouldn't let that hold us back. I have done that many times, and now I want to fix that, hopefully I can save you from that issue before it grows on you." He lowered himself into a sitting position, showing he wasn't going to attack or something radical. "We must endure onwards, not to be held back. I love my Clan, both dead and alive. Now I must support it, and if Russetstar chose you then I will have to trust in you to lead my Clan to safety. So, our pasts, they are behind us now. Agreed?" He stared at the black warrior, waiting for a response. If he couldn't do anything more in a physical form, and had no true connection to the leader, then he would make sure Riverclan would remain strong with Fallenstream.
The ebony warrior didn't understand, he didn't want to understand. Something was changing deep within him, but he couldn't tell what it was. His thoughts were constantly battling with one another, constantly forming questions about where his loyalties lie, about what's right and wrong, who he really is. It kept him up at night, tossing and turning in his nest, the voices, constant voices, they yelled, and they sang, they shamed, and they honored. It was nerve wracking, brain wracking, he couldn't tell up from down, his thoughts and morals were jumbled and beginning to disappear, and that's what terrified him the most. What if they completely evaporated, and left him behind with a bare meadow? Left him with no sense of direction, left him with nothing. His optics wavered with confusion, hurt, anger, yet they still seemed empty, he lost his sense of self, his sense of being. Although he was struggling internally, he kept his gaze with the deceased tom as best he could. Everytime he looked at the former warrior he felt an acute pain of guilt, and he knew that he had no right to try and weasel his way out of it, he had no right to make up excuses, he was brought to his ancestors territory for a reason, he bumped into Waterstreak for a reason. His destiny was playing out, it's path was becoming more visible the more he talked to the deceased tom, the more he saw his steady gaze, the more he saw the seriousness in the toms orbs. Maybe this was why Starclan summoned him here, to help him find his way, help him figure out how to protect his clanmates from himself. For the first time in a long time he felt hope flicker in his heart, it was small and barely noticeable, but that was all he needed to know that he was making the right decision, that he was beginning to walk the right path.

The deputy bit his lip and listened as the former mentor began to speak, as he began to forgive the ink colored toms horrid deeds. At the silver toms command he lifted his head once more and gazed into the star filled optics, his own almost matching with the drops of salty tears that littered the lapis orbs. The moment the word 'mistakes' he let out a choked sob and almost swung his head down, almost. He was so ashamed of himself, he had killed one of the clans most loyal warriors, one of his clans most precious toms, his own bretheren. Did he truly deserve this from his ancestors? Why did they favor him so much? Why did they let him live after he washed this toms blood off his paws, as he tried to scrub the blight off his soul. Why was he still here, why did they reward him, why did they let him live a happy life, fall in love, make friends, see his siblings, why? The tears flowed freely down his cheeks and gently fell upon the starry ground with a light drip, drop, drip, the rhythmic beat matched that of his own heart, his own breathing. It slowed as the older tom continued, and his words left Fallenstream stunned, awestruck. Why was he being forgiven? Why? His tears hit the ground at a faster beat as the warrior finished his statement "How could you forgive me? I ripped your dreams right out from under your paws." He choked out, his heavy head swung low, a sign of submission and guilt. He sat himself down heavily, the dust kicked up from underneath him, for a moment all of his worries subsided as he watched the flecks of particles float off, and he realized, it wasn't dust, it was stardust. Something within his soul became bubbly and light, but only for a moment before it flickered out once more. His focus was ripped back into the current situation, although deep down, he wished that it didn't.

Fallenstream shook his head " I cant be fixed, I know that, but I just want to be mended, just enough to ensure my clanmates safety from me." he stated, his head slowly lifted. "You know just as much as I do how dangerous I can be." he added softly, his optics flickered with regret and sorrow. He let out a shaky sigh and held his gaze with Waterstreak, trying his hardest to seem professional, after all, the deceased warrior had placed his hope on his shoulders. "You have to, not that you want to, but I understand that, I-I" he begun, before his words were replaced with another sob, how pathetic was he right now? He had the audacity to ask Waterstreak, the very tom he killed, for help, how horrible was he? "It didn't help, my soul still feels dirty, blighted, and my mind is still a storm within. I still cant tell what my own morals are!" he spat "What if I hurt another clanmate? What if I drown another innocent?" he asked, desperation clung on his words. And then it dawned on the deputy, if cats in the Dark forest could attack others in their dreams....wasn't starclan the same? He looked up at the silver warrior in front of him, uncertainty danced in his lapis hues, but hope flickered deep within once more "Promise me something." he began "Kill me if I think of such horrid thoughts, kill me, please, Waterstreak you're the only one I can turn to, I don't want to hurt those I hold so dear." he pleaded, he didn't care about the way he looked, or the way he sounded, all that mattered was that Riverclan was safe from a murderer, from someone who could only hurt them. But was he thinking this way because he was a high rank, or was it because his morals were different from others, that he thought differently from those around him?

[doghouse]

Empress Of Evil

Lioncry paced in the territory, her golden brown pelt now sleek and unmarked and it glittered with the stars of sikverpelt. Anxiety gnawed at her stomach as she thought of everything that had taken place. She had died fighting the Dusk Syndicate, and had left everyone behind. The warrior couldn't even begin to imagine what her siblings would be going through. And poor Smokeykit! she added guiltily, her pale yellow eyes dimming with regret. She stopped her pacing and closed her eyes, trying calm herself. She had no idea how long she'd been here, whether it was just moments or possibly days, if not more. A moment passed, and without realizing it, she started thinking strongly of Auroraflame, and was unknowingly summoning the ebony warrior's dreams to here. Summoning Auroraflame. She shook herself and blinked tears from her eyes. She hoped that her family would accept that Lioncry had been killed. Images of the white she-cat flashed in her mind, then agonizing pain, then nothing more. She had died almost instantly, and there had been no hope for her getting to a medicine cat in time, or hope that the Ebonyfrost would be able to do more than watch her die anyways. A faint flash of light pulled that starry warrior out of her thoughts, and she allowed herself to fade in with a few fronds of bracken that was golden and ready to be used as nesting material, as it matched her pelt colored pretty well, and she blended in even more now that she was somewhat transparent, and could see the ground faintly through her paws. For a moment, she expected just another StarClan warrior, and then she caught a glimpse of an inky furred warrior with no stars decorating their pelt, and completely solid looking, meaning this cat, most definitely Auroraflame, was alive, just dreaming.

[goddess of ducks]

The ebony warrior didn't understand, he didn't want to understand. Something was changing deep within him, but he couldn't tell what it was. His thoughts were constantly battling with one another, constantly forming questions about where his loyalties lie, about what's right and wrong, who he really is. It kept him up at night, tossing and turning in his nest, the voices, constant voices, they yelled, and they sang, they shamed, and they honored. It was nerve wracking, brain wracking, he couldn't tell up from down, his thoughts and morals were jumbled and beginning to disappear, and that's what terrified him the most. What if they completely evaporated, and left him behind with a bare meadow? Left him with no sense of direction, left him with nothing. His optics wavered with confusion, hurt, anger, yet they still seemed empty, he lost his sense of self, his sense of being. Although he was struggling internally, he kept his gaze with the deceased tom as best he could. Everytime he looked at the former warrior he felt an acute pain of guilt, and he knew that he had no right to try and weasel his way out of it, he had no right to make up excuses, he was brought to his ancestors territory for a reason, he bumped into Waterstreak for a reason. His destiny was playing out, it's path was becoming more visible the more he talked to the deceased tom, the more he saw his steady gaze, the more he saw the seriousness in the toms orbs. Maybe this was why Starclan summoned him here, to help him find his way, help him figure out how to protect his clanmates from himself. For the first time in a long time he felt hope flicker in his heart, it was small and barely noticeable, but that was all he needed to know that he was making the right decision, that he was beginning to walk the right path.

The deputy bit his lip and listened as the former mentor began to speak, as he began to forgive the ink colored toms horrid deeds. At the silver toms command he lifted his head once more and gazed into the star filled optics, his own almost matching with the drops of salty tears that littered the lapis orbs. The moment the word 'mistakes' he let out a choked sob and almost swung his head down, almost. He was so ashamed of himself, he had killed one of the clans most loyal warriors, one of his clans most precious toms, his own bretheren. Did he truly deserve this from his ancestors? Why did they favor him so much? Why did they let him live after he washed this toms blood off his paws, as he tried to scrub the blight off his soul. Why was he still here, why did they reward him, why did they let him live a happy life, fall in love, make friends, see his siblings, why? The tears flowed freely down his cheeks and gently fell upon the starry ground with a light drip, drop, drip, the rhythmic beat matched that of his own heart, his own breathing. It slowed as the older tom continued, and his words left Fallenstream stunned, awestruck. Why was he being forgiven? Why? His tears hit the ground at a faster beat as the warrior finished his statement "How could you forgive me? I ripped your dreams right out from under your paws." He choked out, his heavy head swung low, a sign of submission and guilt. He sat himself down heavily, the dust kicked up from underneath him, for a moment all of his worries subsided as he watched the flecks of particles float off, and he realized, it wasn't dust, it was stardust. Something within his soul became bubbly and light, but only for a moment before it flickered out once more. His focus was ripped back into the current situation, although deep down, he wished that it didn't.

Fallenstream shook his head " I cant be fixed, I know that, but I just want to be mended, just enough to ensure my clanmates safety from me." he stated, his head slowly lifted. "You know just as much as I do how dangerous I can be." he added softly, his optics flickered with regret and sorrow. He let out a shaky sigh and held his gaze with Waterstreak, trying his hardest to seem professional, after all, the deceased warrior had placed his hope on his shoulders. "You have to, not that you want to, but I understand that, I-I" he begun, before his words were replaced with another sob, how pathetic was he right now? He had the audacity to ask Waterstreak, the very tom he killed, for help, how horrible was he? "It didn't help, my soul still feels dirty, blighted, and my mind is still a storm within. I still cant tell what my own morals are!" he spat "What if I hurt another clanmate? What if I drown another innocent?" he asked, desperation clung on his words. And then it dawned on the deputy, if cats in the Dark forest could attack others in their dreams....wasn't starclan the same? He looked up at the silver warrior in front of him, uncertainty danced in his lapis hues, but hope flickered deep within once more "Promise me something." he began "Kill me if I think of such horrid thoughts, kill me, please, Waterstreak you're the only one I can turn to, I don't want to hurt those I hold so dear." he pleaded, he didn't care about the way he looked, or the way he sounded, all that mattered was that Riverclan was safe from a murderer, from someone who could only hurt them. But was he thinking this way because he was a high rank, or was it because his morals were different from others, that he thought differently from those around him?

The gray tabby so gaze remained cool as he watched the deputy slowly break down. He watched him, hold back the tears, acceot the tears, sob. He watched it, and in a way, it was satisfactory for him, seeing this side, so full of grief and remorse for his actions. Fallenstream, though he had murdered him, seemed ready to change, to try for the better. Fallenstream, with his new rank seemed to come to light of his past mistakes, and Waterstreak was just glad he saw them. He had seen so many who had done worse and had failed to realize what bad they had done. Fallenstream couldn't have been completely evil, because he was willing to change now. Waterstreak knew that the thought of killing was something that could cross a mind in an instant. There were many times that he had wished to kill Acornprick out of anger. But he hadn't. The only difference was that Fallenstream had acted in that urge. Waterstreak wasn't mad at him though.

He gave the deputy a soft smile. He wanted Fallenstream to truly see that he shouldn't have to live in grief that he had killed him. "I can forgive you, because I see enough of you in me that I want you to go on." He told the warrior calmly. His voice was soft, gentle, and encouraging. None of it was anger. Waterstreak knew that if he was here, then he was here for a reason. And it seemed like that reason was because his past was coming back to haunt him. Fallenstream seemed to want to change it, to be forgiven for it, to change it. And that was good for the makings of a leader. "I forgive you because I want to help my Clan. You are my Clan, your are a leader of my Clan, and I want to help you succeed."

At the cats next words, Waterstreak just listened. For a moment he didn't know how to respond. Yes, he knew very well the dangers that Fallenstream could be, he had experienced the worst first handed. He took a moment, thinking over his words. "Broken things can be made new, Fallenstream." He started, his voice low. Then getting a bit louder he continued. "Yes, you can be mended, healed. And I will assist you in that. Because t let me tell you this. You are concerned about hurting a Clanmates like you did to me. That I understand." He took a deep breath before moving on. "That is a first step in changing. The very fact you fear yourself is good. It means you are going to be more cautious. Don't let yourself be influenced easily. Learn your morals, stick fast to them. You have the great qualities of a leader Fallenstream. You admit you are scared of yourself, and that is good. But don't let it be your downfall, crippling yourself to doing nothing because you're afraid. Instead let it jumpstart you, into doing more good and giving you less time to worry about what you might do." Waterstreak stepped closer to the tom cat, who looked and felt so broken and grieved. He was standing close to him, not at a distance anymore. "And...I hate to break this to you, but because of this, you're always going to feel that dirty spot on your soul. It won't go away. The only thing you can do with it, is let it be a re,index to not let you do it again." Waterstreak watched him, sadness in his eyes. He was hurting for Fallenstream. It was the hurt you feel for someone when you can almost physically see the pain written on their pelt. And he felt bad. "Fallenstream, if your guard your heart and your mind, you shouldn't have to worry about doing something like that again. And trust me, I'll be there if you ever act upon it again. I promise you that, I won't let it happen to another."

[Empress Of Evil]

Empress Of Evil

Lioncry paced in the territory, her golden brown pelt now sleek and unmarked and it glittered with the stars of sikverpelt. Anxiety gnawed at her stomach as she thought of everything that had taken place. She had died fighting the Dusk Syndicate, and had left everyone behind. The warrior couldn't even begin to imagine what her siblings would be going through. And poor Smokeykit! she added guiltily, her pale yellow eyes dimming with regret. She stopped her pacing and closed her eyes, trying calm herself. She had no idea how long she'd been here, whether it was just moments or possibly days, if not more. A moment passed, and without realizing it, she started thinking strongly of Auroraflame, and was unknowingly summoning the ebony warrior's dreams to here. Summoning Auroraflame. She shook herself and blinked tears from her eyes. She hoped that her family would accept that Lioncry had been killed. Images of the white she-cat flashed in her mind, then agonizing pain, then nothing more. She had died almost instantly, and there had been no hope for her getting to a medicine cat in time, or hope that the Ebonyfrost would be able to do more than watch her die anyways. A faint flash of light pulled that starry warrior out of her thoughts, and she allowed herself to fade in with a few fronds of bracken that was golden and ready to be used as nesting material, as it matched her pelt colored pretty well, and she blended in even more now that she was somewhat transparent, and could see the ground faintly through her paws. For a moment, she expected just another StarClan warrior, and then she caught a glimpse of an inky furred warrior with no stars decorating their pelt, and completely solid looking, meaning this cat, most definitely Auroraflame, was alive, just dreaming.

An inky coloured she-cat looked around wildly, the puzzlement and confusion evident in her eyes. Was she dead? She couldn’t be, she hadn’t exactly done anything with death written all over it. The majority of her time had been recently spent with her crying over her losses. She was thinner than she usually was and her eyes drooped slightly from exhaustion. Even though the battle between SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate had occurred quite a while ago, the effects of it were still getting to her. She had killed a cat and she had lost her former mentor. Most would’ve gotten over it by now, and once she had gotten close to it, but then Rainpebble had passed away. What else was there to hit her? What else had she not yet been informed of. But more importantly, why was she here? She recognised the starry environment of StarClan, but she still wasn’t sure why she was here. As Auroraflame looked around, her icy blue gaze flew to a particular cat that was standing, blending in with their surroundings. The deputy had to take a moment to decide whether that was really a cat or just her imagination playing with her. But then again, it wasn’t very often that her mind did play with her, so it probably was a cat. For a moment, the deputy stood there, wondering who that cat was. Only a few seconds after, the horror and shock sunk in as she realised who she was looking at. "No….” she whispered, starting to tremble without any realisation that she was doing so. No, she hadn’t just lost another cat. She refused to believe it. It couldn’t be true. But Auroraflame had been born as one of those cats that just couldn’t deny the truth, no matter how hard she tried. She couldn’t pretend that something was something it wasn't. The she-cat s pelted was starry, there was no denying it. "How? Who did it? I'll avenge you, I'll avenge everyone that they took away from me,” Auroraflame finally said, her voice hoarse as she finished her staring. Even if Rainpebble had taught her to not take her revenge on her enemies, she couldn't let this slip by. Anger and sadness were the two dominant emotions that stood proudly in her voice. She hated this. Why was StarClan taking away everything she loved. Why? Why her? The tears soon started to roll down her cheek as she moved towards her sister. "Oh Lioncry....” she whispered, pain lacing every word that she spoke.

[spade]

Lilly


Northpath carefully watched Cricketpaw as she turned towards him and seemed to study him in return. It didn't take long for the younger cat to realize where she was, but when she did figure it out the darker cat gave an amused smile. The tom thought back to when he had seen Starclan. This was, of course, the first time that the spotted cat had been visited by the deceased without her mentor. When Northpath had met Starclan, it was under completely different circumstances. Due to the timing of his apprenticeship he hadn't been able to meet the clans' ancestors during his life. Starclan had been silent during those moons, which had only made him feel uncertain about taking the role as Zerosight's apprentice - almost like it was a sign that it wasn't meant to be. So the first time he saw the starry plains of afterlife was, well, after his life when he had been killed by Hannibal in an attempt to save his mentor and father figure.

But the cats here had been kind to him and he had settled down not too log after joining the stars. He liked many of the cats here. Of course, the tom would prefer to be living. To have been able to spend more time with Zerosight and Crescentmoon. To have been able to become a full medicine cat and make his mentor proud of him... but he was sure that he would be able to meet them someday, though the thought was a sad one due to the fact that it means they would have died as well.

As the living cat realized that he was not Riverclan and then questioned him on his identity, his pelt began to heat up slightly with embarrassment for not introducing himself sooner. He flattened his ears and looked at the ground as the tips of his dark ears turned red. "I'm sorry, I don't expect you to know me. My name is Northpath. I was the Thunderclan medicine cat apprentice while it was under the rule of Ratnight... I was killed during the Liberation Battle," he added the last part a bit awkwardly, though he wasn't even sure why he was awkward about it. When he thought about his own death he came to accept it, but he didn't really like speaking about it too much despite not really having a reason to. Northpath quickly cleared his throat and looked back to Cricketpaw. "But I know who you are. You are Geckoleaf's newest apprentice, the successor of Articpaw. I hadn't really gotten to know you mentor too well, though I believe I will get the chance to know her soon!" The dark tabby didn't say anything else about Geckoleaf, leaving it on that suspicious note. His words sounded more cheerful. He was still shy, but he was more relaxed around very few cats - of course, his only close friends had basically been Zerosight, Crescentmoon and Howlpaw.

Curiosity flashed deep within her pool of blue eyes as Cricketpaw took in this new information. She didn't recall Zerosight as ThunderClan's medicine cat, since she had been apprenticed after he had retired from the position, succeeded by Wheatfur. Liberation? she thought, confusion settling within her. This must be why RiverClan was so jumpy as of late, and still recovering - both physically and emotionally. She had been separated from her home during the Liberation, but she had grown up under Bucknight's rule. He hadn't seemed all that bad to her, but she guessed that Shellfeather had taken her from RiverClan just as things took a turn for the worst.

"So you were killed during ThunderClan being freed..." she echoed, nodding as she began to put the pieces together in her head. Her tail tip flicked back and forth behind her and she saw down, eventually curling it around her paws. Something was churning inside of her, an unknown feeling that the young feline couldn't quite place in words yet. It made her feel queasy, like something bad was coming. "Did you ever feel like you weren't meant to be the next medicine cat?" Cricketpaw suddenly blurted out, her brow furrowed as she looked up to meet Northpath's gaze. She didn't know why those words had come out of her mouth, but hearing them out in the open now somehow matched the sickness she felt inside of her. Something didn't feel right. Worry flashed across her expression and she stared ahead of her, breaking her sapphire gaze from her companions.

Her ceremony had been untraditional to say the least, as she was already almost eleven moons - a little old to still be considered an "apprentice". And her induction into the medicine cat world had been quite sudden, though her strong relationship with Geckoleaf proved that to be irrelevant. "I just... I have this feeling that this wasn't the way things were suppose to happen," she murmured, not sure if any of this was making sense to Northpath. He didn't even know her, much less her break in thoughts that sometimes drove those around her crazy. "Maybe I just don't want to fail? Or let Geckoleaf down? But I feel like my time with her... is limited." At that Cricketpaw scoffed a little, ending the words in a quiet hiccup. A burning sensation started to make her eyes sting and she blinked, forcing the urge back down. "That sounds crazy, right?" With that, she looked back up at Northpath, a dreadful feeling settling deep in her gut.

[Barnabas]

A tall dark she cat padded out from the foliage. She was slender and sleek furred with a starry pelt and dazzling green eyes. She was the mother of fallenstream the new riverclan deput, she had been antisocial due to it. Thinking about the danger her little kit must face with this new world to face. When suddenly a voice breaks into her mind set and her ears perked up with interest. Someone out in the territory? This far? she questioned.
Driftingstorm than proceeded to pad from the shaded spot where she had been laying, watching her son with watery eyes. When she set her eyes upon the slender she cat ahead. "Yes" was the simplistic answer as the smoky grey she cat appeared between the foliage and brambles.

She offered a small quirky smile at the she cat. She had only died a few moons back and the sacred starry skies they walked over must have been such a surprise. Q

Duskflower looked at Driftingstorm with a surprised frowned, as the other starclan cat said 'Yes'. She felt her fur begin to shake as she stared at the other cat. The she-cat slowly walked over to Driftingstorm a bit nervously. "I didn't really expect an answer. This feels a bit weird to me, but hi." Duskflower replied. You're being stupid Duskflower! The starclan she-cat begin to feel very frightened.

"I'm sorry if I'm talking to much. I attend to do so when there is another cat around," Duskflower meowed "I'm new to starclan." The she-cat couldn't stop herself from shaking. Hopefully I hadn't disturb her. Gulit shot through her fur, soaking through her skin.

[Hexict]

Lilly

The starry tom gave a nod as the younger cat echoed his words. He felt a bit saddened that she know him though. Of course, he had been young when he died and to his own disappointment didn't do anything that would make anyone remember him. The only cats that would probably remember him were Zerosight and Crescentmoon - maybe Finchcall since he hated him so much? It was a sad and depressing thought. He hadn't realized it until this moment how little anyone knew about him... it was actually quite daunting and made him feel a bit lonely.

Though it didn't help that nearly everyone he cared about was still living.

Curiosity peaked as Cricketpaw went on to question Northpath. Asking if he had ever felt like he wasn't meant to succeed Zerosight. The tom could see in her blue orbs that she had her own doubts about her ability. Empathy welled up in the tabby as he thought back on when he had been apprenticed. When he had gained Zerosight as a mentor. Northpath gave a small frown at the thought. It wasn't like it was a bad thought, he loved Zerosight like a father and had never been happier than when he was training with the former medicine cat. But Cricketpaw's question remained in his head as he thought it over - even though he knew his own answer to the question before thinking about it much.

"I suppose you could word it like..." he began steadily. He glanced at the ground for some time. "When I first became Zerosight's apprentice, Starclan was silent - which worried me. I know now that it was due to the looming darkness that had covered the clans but still... maybe it was a sign? It had only been a few moons after that that I-" he stopped speaking. He wasn't trying to scare Cricketpaw or anything. The tom saw his death and a possible sign that he wasn't meant to succeed Zerosight. But he hoped that the same wouldn't happen to the molly in front of him. He wished that he had the power to see into the future for the doubtful apprentice, but he wasn't that strong. He didn't have that kind of power. To be able to see what was in store for a cat, what would happen during their life time. And Starclan didn't tell him much about Cricketpaw and her own future, so he knew nothing about whether she was meant to become the next Riverclan medicine cat.

After a few moments of thinking about his next words, the tom continued. "Even though I was scared of Starclan's silence, what I was most afraid of was disappointing Zerosight. I highly respected my mentor and doubted that I could ever live up to him, so I became afraid of how I would handle the clan when it was time for me to become a full medicine cat," he gave a weak smile as he thought about how that day never came. That would wouldn't be the one to care for the clan as their full medicine cat. Though his training had pretty much been completed and was viewed as more of an assistant medicine cat rather than just an apprentice, he still never became a full one. But maybe Cricketpaw would? Northpath hoped so, at least.

His autumn orbs met Cricket's teary blue ones. "Maybe you're just afraid?" He honestly wasn't too sure what to say about the last part. But he tried to rationalize it in his head before speaking. "When I was Zerosight's apprentice, I feared the day I would loose him to Starclan. I cared for my mentor as a father. I barely had a family, so he acted as the closet thing during our shirt time together. Perhaps that is your fear for Geckoleaf? You might care for her too much and know that it will hurt you when she's gone.... does that sound right?" Northpath wished what he was saying made sense and could be found helpful to the spotted cat. But still, maybe it was something else? Though he wasn't sure.

The tom was unaware of her fate....

[doghouse]

An inky coloured she-cat looked around wildly, the puzzlement and confusion evident in her eyes. Was she dead? She couldn’t be, she hadn’t exactly done anything with death written all over it. The majority of her time had been recently spent with her crying over her losses. She was thinner than she usually was and her eyes drooped slightly from exhaustion. Even though the battle between SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate had occurred quite a while ago, the effects of it were still getting to her. She had killed a cat and she had lost her former mentor. Most would’ve gotten over it by now, and once she had gotten close to it, but then Rainpebble had passed away. What else was there to hit her? What else had she not yet been informed of. But more importantly, why was she here? She recognised the starry environment of StarClan, but she still wasn’t sure why she was here. As Auroraflame looked around, her icy blue gaze flew to a particular cat that was standing, blending in with their surroundings. The deputy had to take a moment to decide whether that was really a cat or just her imagination playing with her. But then again, it wasn’t very often that her mind did play with her, so it probably was a cat. For a moment, the deputy stood there, wondering who that cat was. Only a few seconds after, the horror and shock sunk in as she realised who she was looking at. "No….” she whispered, starting to tremble without any realisation that she was doing so. No, she hadn’t just lost another cat. She refused to believe it. It couldn’t be true. But Auroraflame had been born as one of those cats that just couldn’t deny the truth, no matter how hard she tried. She couldn’t pretend that something was something it wasn't. The she-cat s pelted was starry, there was no denying it. "How? Who did it? I'll avenge you, I'll avenge everyone that they took away from me,” Auroraflame finally said, her voice hoarse as she finished her staring. Even if Rainpebble had taught her to not take her revenge on her enemies, she couldn't let this slip by. Anger and sadness were the two dominant emotions that stood proudly in her voice. She hated this. Why was StarClan taking away everything she loved. Why? Why her? The tears soon started to roll down her cheek as she moved towards her sister. "Oh Lioncry....” she whispered, pain lacing every word that she spoke.
Lioncry waited in silence, even though her body screamed at her to do something more than stand by and let her littermate figure it out for herself, but the sturdy golden furred warrior was frozen in place. She hadn't meant to get Auroraflame here, but she did realize that maybe this was for the better, after all, it wouldn't leave SkyClan in the dark about her death, and it wouldn't leave them wondering— hoping— that she was still alive and coming back, for the truth was, Lioncry was not coming back, and she never would. She would never stop wishing that she was only dreaming, but this washer new reality. Everything she'd known and thought she'd known had been stripped away from her and she was given a whole new vantage point away from all her family. And that was probably the most positive outlook on the whole situation, and the most blunt being that she was simply dead. But really, she wasn't dead. She was alive, just not her body. She noticed that the black warrior had noticed her, but had not yet realized who she was. Hesitantly, she took a small step forwards and allowed herself to be more visible to the SkyClan deputy. When the other cat spoke, tears slipped silently down the StarClan warrior's face as she nodded, opening her mouth to say something as she saw Auroraflame's expression: shock and horror. Pain filled her eyes, and she had to resist the urge to look away from her sister, because she knew that that could only make things worse, harder on both of them. She shifted, flattening one ear uncertainly as she waited for the right moment to do or say something, but right now didn't feel right, and Lioncry would wait as long as it took despite how sad she was. Many cats had died in the battle, and she grieved for SkyClan's losses as much as those who were alive did. Among those cats was Lioncry, and she felt as if she had somehow, unknowingly brought this upon herself. Lioncry had fought just as she had promised Smokeykit. I'll fight like all of LionClan if I must. But in the end, that had meant that she had held her promise and failed to hold to it at the same time, for she had meant that she would be coming back and would also fight to the best of her ability. “During the battle . . . .” Lioncry said quietly, expecting her voice to be shaky and hoarse, but it was just as it had been before she'd died. She closed her eyes, then looked back, carefully studying Auroraflame with cautious golden eyes. She hoped that she didn't mean that. Lioncry didn't want Auroraflame to kill the white Dusk Syndicate molly, for Lioncry had attacked that cat's home, not the other way around, and Lioncry had done some damage to the cat. She didn't want any cat to suffer for defending their home and lives. “I love you.” Lioncry said, striding forwards and burying her face in her sister's cheek fur, her eyes cloudy with memories of their kithood together.

[graves]

Hexict



They opened their eyes, lifting their eyes to only find thick forests around them. Though when looking at the sky, it seemed it was littered with stars they have never seen before. They last remembered closing their eyes by the water in the Starcave. They could remember the hard rock and how it felt rough against their paws. Byt the rock was replaced with soft,plush grass inbetween their toes as they woke up. Amber eyes scanned the place before realizing where they were. [I]No no no no!
Starclan.
Its like a fairy tale dream, starry skies and plush forests that seemed...errily oeaceful. Daypaw hated being out in territories alone. The shadows in the corner of their eye could easily be twisted into some monster. Everything was after them it felt like. They had never been to Starclan before. Is this were they would be getting accepted as a medicine cat? Amber hues gazed around curiously, tail flickering in annoyance. They were in Starclan, and boy did they have a few words to say to them. They stood up and started to walk, eyes darting every where incase of anything.
"Hello?"

[Starfall]

The gray tabby so gaze remained cool as he watched the deputy slowly break down. He watched him, hold back the tears, acceot the tears, sob. He watched it, and in a way, it was satisfactory for him, seeing this side, so full of grief and remorse for his actions. Fallenstream, though he had murdered him, seemed ready to change, to try for the better. Fallenstream, with his new rank seemed to come to light of his past mistakes, and Waterstreak was just glad he saw them. He had seen so many who had done worse and had failed to realize what bad they had done. Fallenstream couldn't have been completely evil, because he was willing to change now. Waterstreak knew that the thought of killing was something that could cross a mind in an instant. There were many times that he had wished to kill Acornprick out of anger. But he hadn't. The only difference was that Fallenstream had acted in that urge. Waterstreak wasn't mad at him though.


He gave the deputy a soft smile. He wanted Fallenstream to truly see that he shouldn't have to live in grief that he had killed him. "I can forgive you, because I see enough of you in me that I want you to go on." He told the warrior calmly. His voice was soft, gentle, and encouraging. None of it was anger. Waterstreak knew that if he was here, then he was here for a reason. And it seemed like that reason was because his past was coming back to haunt him. Fallenstream seemed to want to change it, to be forgiven for it, to change it. And that was good for the makings of a leader. "I forgive you because I want to help my Clan. You are my Clan, your are a leader of my Clan, and I want to help you succeed."


At the cats next words, Waterstreak just listened. For a moment he didn't know how to respond. Yes, he knew very well the dangers that Fallenstream could be, he had experienced the worst first handed. He took a moment, thinking over his words. "Broken things can be made new, Fallenstream." He started, his voice low. Then getting a bit louder he continued. "Yes, you can be mended, healed. And I will assist you in that. Because t let me tell you this. You are concerned about hurting a Clanmates like you did to me. That I understand." He took a deep breath before moving on. "That is a first step in changing. The very fact you fear yourself is good. It means you are going to be more cautious. Don't let yourself be influenced easily. Learn your morals, stick fast to them. You have the great qualities of a leader Fallenstream. You admit you are scared of yourself, and that is good. But don't let it be your downfall, crippling yourself to doing nothing because you're afraid. Instead let it jumpstart you, into doing more good and giving you less time to worry about what you might do." Waterstreak stepped closer to the tom cat, who looked and felt so broken and grieved. He was standing close to him, not at a distance anymore. "And...I hate to break this to you, but because of this, you're always going to feel that dirty spot on your soul. It won't go away. The only thing you can do with it, is let it be a re,index to not let you do it again." Waterstreak watched him, sadness in his eyes. He was hurting for Fallenstream. It was the hurt you feel for someone when you can almost physically see the pain written on their pelt. And he felt bad. "Fallenstream, if your guard your heart and your mind, you shouldn't have to worry about doing something like that again. And trust me, I'll be there if you ever act upon it again. I promise you that, I won't let it happen to another."
The ebony warrior lifted his watery gaze and stared at the Starclan member, so many untold emotions danced in his sea colored eyes, so many apologies and silent promises choked him, so many cries of woe and songs of sadness stung his soul. He had so many questions, he had so many things to say, so many things on the tip of his tongue, but he was unable to udder a word, nothing came out other than sobs and choking noises. His mind was going hawire and his heart was racing, his soul was aching, he wanted it to stop, he needed it to stop, he felt as though he was going to suddenly catch ablaze. Every bone in his body was creaking and waiting to catch on fire, while his blood that flowed through his being was cold, freezing every emotion he had ever felt, every emotion he was feeling, it was odd, it was painful. It made his legs sore, his stomach sore, his everything sore, he wanted to stop it, and it only inflated when he first layed eyes on Waterstreak. The deputy lowered his gaze once more and scoffed "What part of you is in me? You're no monster, you've got the purest heart I know, how could you ever see even a speck of your light within my darkness?" he asked, dumbfounded. It was true, although he despised the warrior when he first saw him he held him with high respect now, or well he thought he did, he still wasn't sure about his feelings towards the high ranks and the senior warriors, he couldn't tell if he despised them, or if he honored them and respected them, everytime he tried to decipher what his emotions and thoughts were his head and soul began to ache.

Fallenstream lashed his tail and shook his head "I'm no leader, I'm not like you or Russetstar, or Snowstar, Halestar, Grousestar, or even Blazingstar. I cant lead my clan because I fear myself too much, I don't want to hurt them, yet I know that every move I make will cause innocents to be injured or worse. Waterstreak with every step I take nothing but destruction is left behind me, every pawstep brings death...how can I lead a clan and expect them to come out unharmed?" he asked, practically sobbing out the words, he was too far gone, he was too broken, his soul was so deeply cracked, and it all started the first day he met Honeypool. For a second the tom felt nothing but anger as he thought of the molly, nothing but hatred and remorse. The ebony warrior lashed his tail and stomped "It's all her fault!" he spat "The moment we locked eyes my world started doing backflips! Everything I came to learn, everything I came to know became lies, I-I don't want to be in control, I don't want to be leader! Those who get ahold of the power often become controlled and selfish! I don't want to become like that, I don't wish to become like Bucknight...I cant." he whispered, fear flashed in his optics. Images of the second evil era flashed through his mind, when he was at the peak of his impure, evil, deeds, when his mind and soul were overcome with blight. The deputy shuddered and looked back up at the Starclan warrior, tears resting on his cheeks, a small, thankfull smile began to spread on his face. It gave the larger tom reassurance that Waterstreak promised to stop him if he ever turned back to his darker ways, it reassured him that he would never hurt another innocent cat "I-...thank you." he choked out, his tears coming back, the clear liquid began to once again fall down, sliding off his cheeks. He hadn't cried this much since his mother had died, his walls were build to high and too strong for them to broken down since then, and yet here he was, blubbering like a kit to the very tom he had killed, what was Russetstar thinking, making him deputy.

[spade]

Lonestar23

It was a rather cool day, though the sun still shone overhead the grassy fields of StarClan’s territory. A slight breeze drifted through the treetops and the sound of bird chirping accompanying it. The blades of grass swayed a little with each change of the wind. A light brown furred feline stepped carefully across the open territory, eyes open wide and ears perked as she studied the unfamiliar territory. No Clan scents were detectible, which confused the she-cat; hadn’t she fallen asleep earlier in the WindClan warrior’s den? Or had her evening walk taken her further than she intended to go? Shaking her head, Heathertail decided to simply enjoy it. It was nice, the breeze offered some slight comfort from the sun that shone down on her, warming her fur.

This peaceful quiet place brought back memories of her strolls with Shrikecall. A stab of grief pierced her heart and tears stung at the bottom of her eyes. The deputy’s passing had been hard on her, though they had never been “official” in the eyes of their Clan. She had grieved in silence during his vigil, letting his family and close friends gather by his side as she lay in the distance, a stone cold expression on her face as she watched his lifeless body. The moon had made his fur a stunning shade of silver, making him even more handsome than he already was. After a moment, she had gotten up and left the camp, silently crying to herself as she walked the same paths they used to pad together.

Heathertail blinking, suddenly being knocked back to the present moment. Her paw pads felt sore, as though she had been walking for moons, and a dull pain echoed in her head. “Why did you have to take him?” she breathed, to no cat in particular, as her shoulders shook. She was getting old, no doubt, and the stress that had accumulated since Shrikecall’s death definitely wasn’t good. She knew she should talk to someone, but most of the feline’s friends were already passed, or were in the elders’ den sleeping. “I miss you…” She wished that he would visit her in her dreams. That he would come to her, and tell her that he was okay. She didn’t doubt that the noble tom had made it to StarClan, but a little reassurance wouldn’t hurt.

Glancing upwards towards the blinding sun, the birds and summer scent dancing around her, she saw down and wrapped her tail around her paws, remaining quiet for a moment. The grief wasn’t too bad now, merely a shadow that loomed over her. But this place, it quieted the storm a bit, made the wind stop howling inside her head, and the pieces of her broken heart from falling. Something about it seemed familiar, yet the WindClan senior warrior’s memory was fading slowly, and it was hard to pinpoint why this serene atmosphere felt so secure and safe to her. Could it be StarClan…? She entertained the thought for only a few fleeting seconds before passing the silly idea away. Though she still believed in her ancestors with a fire in her chest, she couldn’t help but feel as though they had abandoned her since Shrikecall’s passing.

[lone]

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It was a rather cool day, though the sun still shone overhead the grassy fields of StarClan’s territory. A slight breeze drifted through the treetops and the sound of bird chirping accompanying it. The blades of grass swayed a little with each change of the wind. A light brown furred feline stepped carefully across the open territory, eyes open wide and ears perked as she studied the unfamiliar territory. No Clan scents were detectible, which confused the she-cat; hadn’t she fallen asleep earlier in the WindClan warrior’s den? Or had her evening walk taken her further than she intended to go? Shaking her head, Heathertail decided to simply enjoy it. It was nice, the breeze offered some slight comfort from the sun that shone down on her, warming her fur.

This peaceful quiet place brought back memories of her strolls with Shrikecall. A stab of grief pierced her heart and tears stung at the bottom of her eyes. The deputy’s passing had been hard on her, though they had never been “official” in the eyes of their Clan. She had grieved in silence during his vigil, letting his family and close friends gather by his side as she lay in the distance, a stone cold expression on her face as she watched his lifeless body. The moon had made his fur a stunning shade of silver, making him even more handsome than he already was. After a moment, she had gotten up and left the camp, silently crying to herself as she walked the same paths they used to pad together.

Heathertail blinking, suddenly being knocked back to the present moment. Her paw pads felt sore, as though she had been walking for moons, and a dull pain echoed in her head. “Why did you have to take him?” she breathed, to no cat in particular, as her shoulders shook. She was getting old, no doubt, and the stress that had accumulated since Shrikecall’s death definitely wasn’t good. She knew she should talk to someone, but most of the feline’s friends were already passed, or were in the elders’ den sleeping. “I miss you…” She wished that he would visit her in her dreams. That he would come to her, and tell her that he was okay. She didn’t doubt that the noble tom had made it to StarClan, but a little reassurance wouldn’t hurt.

Glancing upwards towards the blinding sun, the birds and summer scent dancing around her, she saw down and wrapped her tail around her paws, remaining quiet for a moment. The grief wasn’t too bad now, merely a shadow that loomed over her. But this place, it quieted the storm a bit, made the wind stop howling inside her head, and the pieces of her broken heart from falling. Something about it seemed familiar, yet the WindClan senior warrior’s memory was fading slowly, and it was hard to pinpoint why this serene atmosphere felt so secure and safe to her. Could it be StarClan…? She entertained the thought for only a few fleeting seconds before passing the silly idea away. Though she still believed in her ancestors with a fire in her chest, she couldn’t help but feel as though they had abandoned her since Shrikecall’s passing.
If anyone had asked Shrikecall whether he thought he was going to die soon, he would have said yes. An older warrior like him? Please. The elders' den would have been the proper place for a warrior of his age, but Shrike had never been one to give up that way. He would have preferred to die on the battlefield - and while infection wasn't really the 'way to go,' so to speak, at least he had gotten to fight one more time. But, StarClan was not Shrikecall's favorite place at the moment with the tension between ThunderClan and WindClan. He was constantly seeing ThunderClan cats and wishing that he could attack... though Blazingstar probably wouldn't have approved. But, one of the things he missed most was Heathertail. Oh he missed everyone... well... almost everyone in the Clan, but she was special. She was someone who could not be replaced, and the first cat he'd ever had true feelings for.
　
A quiet voice brought Shrikecall's attention towards his love. "Heathertail?" What was she doing here? For a moment he was panicked - she couldn't be dead, right? Not yet. Not now. While Shrikecall would, of course, have loved to be reunited with the brown she cat, he knew that the Clan needed as many warriors as they could get. Yes, that was definitely her. But she didn't have the starry fur that the cats residing here did... which brought Shrikecall a sense of relief. Oh, Heathertail... he missed going on walks with her. He missed how much fun she had been to hang around. He missed everything about her. He knew how hard it had been on her, and while it made him sad to know this - as he would have protected her from that grief if he could - he also knew that she needed to take a breath and calm down. He could never tell her to move on. That would be hard on her.
　
But, Heathertail needed to know that he was there. Approaching the she cat, Shrikecall brushed up alongside her. "Did you miss me?" The former deputy tried, and failed to joke as he felt his throat tightening with emotion. An uncomfortable experience, but he didn't know what to do about it. It was nice to be with Heathertail again. Being seperated from the Clan had been rough, and he knew that things were getting so tense it was uncomfortable. Too bad he couldn't do something about it. That filthy ThunderClan cat's claws had infected him... although he knew it was, in part, his fault for not going to see Surgestorm when he should have. Blazingstar had tried. Others had tried. But he had refused. Curse my stubborn nature. Blame it, not me. He thought with a sigh. Perhaps he should visit the new deputy, what was her name? Onyxwhisper? Or Blazingstar. Or Caracalpaw... the poor apprentice was having a rough time.
　
But for now, he was content to just be with Heathertail. The only thing he regretted was that they couldn't go for their walks here. Perhaps it was time to find a new path to walk. Shrikecall had become less tense and serious since entering StarClan - it was just too relaxing for him to maintain it.

[spade]

If anyone had asked Shrikecall whether he thought he was going to die soon, he would have said yes. An older warrior like him? Please. The elders' den would have been the proper place for a warrior of his age, but Shrike had never been one to give up that way. He would have preferred to die on the battlefield - and while infection wasn't really the 'way to go,' so to speak, at least he had gotten to fight one more time. But, StarClan was not Shrikecall's favorite place at the moment with the tension between ThunderClan and WindClan. He was constantly seeing ThunderClan cats and wishing that he could attack... though Blazingstar probably wouldn't have approved. But, one of the things he missed most was Heathertail. Oh he missed everyone... well... almost everyone in the Clan, but she was special. She was someone who could not be replaced, and the first cat he'd ever had true feelings for.
　
A quiet voice brought Shrikecall's attention towards his love. "Heathertail?" What was she doing here? For a moment he was panicked - she couldn't be dead, right? Not yet. Not now. While Shrikecall would, of course, have loved to be reunited with the brown she cat, he knew that the Clan needed as many warriors as they could get. Yes, that was definitely her. But she didn't have the starry fur that the cats residing here did... which brought Shrikecall a sense of relief. Oh, Heathertail... he missed going on walks with her. He missed how much fun she had been to hang around. He missed everything about her. He knew how hard it had been on her, and while it made him sad to know this - as he would have protected her from that grief if he could - he also knew that she needed to take a breath and calm down. He could never tell her to move on. That would be hard on her.
　
But, Heathertail needed to know that he was there. Approaching the she cat, Shrikecall brushed up alongside her. "Did you miss me?" The former deputy tried, and failed to joke as he felt his throat tightening with emotion. An uncomfortable experience, but he didn't know what to do about it. It was nice to be with Heathertail again. Being seperated from the Clan had been rough, and he knew that things were getting so tense it was uncomfortable. Too bad he couldn't do something about it. That filthy ThunderClan cat's claws had infected him... although he knew it was, in part, his fault for not going to see Surgestorm when he should have. Blazingstar had tried. Others had tried. But he had refused. Curse my stubborn nature. Blame it, not me. He thought with a sigh. Perhaps he should visit the new deputy, what was her name? Onyxwhisper? Or Blazingstar. Or Caracalpaw... the poor apprentice was having a rough time.
　
But for now, he was content to just be with Heathertail. The only thing he regretted was that they couldn't go for their walks here. Perhaps it was time to find a new path to walk. Shrikecall had become less tense and serious since entering StarClan - it was just too relaxing for him to maintain it.



The brown furred feline was deep in thought, eyes closed, when a familiar scent washed over her senses. It made her heart speed up and felt as though it lifted her off the ground entirely. Even if she was on the brink of death, she would know that smell. Carefully, she opened her eyes and turned her head, their blue depths filling with joy and surprise as they confirmed her thoughts. “Shrikecall!” Instantly she was up on all fours, chest rumbling as loud purrs tumbled out as she nuzzled the former deputy. Her eyes were shut tight and her tail-tip flicked behind her. Them being together once more didn’t feel close enough; Heathertail felt as though she needed to be closer, to be able to soak up every moment that she was gifted with his presence. It was no doubt in her mind now that she was in StarClan. Had they allowed her to come here to see Shrikecall? To tell him?

“I’ve missed you so much,” she purred, opening her eyes to reveal a shimmering soft light, full of affection and admiration. She studied Shrikecall and smiled, the graceful turn of her lips seeming to age her down quite a few moons. ”WindClan hasn’t been the same without you; Blazingstar was distraught.” As she mentioned her leader’s grief over the passing of his good friend, a twinge of regret pierced her heard. She felt bad for the young tom, he obviously had come to rely on the former deputy’s wisdom and moons of expertise being a WindClan warrior. With him gone, and Onyxwhisper appointed in his place, there had been whispers of doubts that mingled about the Clan; was someone who was still so young able to efficiently lead as second in command? What would happen if Blazingstar suddenly passed, and Onyxwhisper was forced to take over the leadership role? Of course, Heathertail had her own extensive doubts, and sincerely wished that Shrikecall was still with the Clan to advise the young Blazingstar in times like now.

And what about her? There had been so much left unsaid between them when he had passed. So many unspoken feelings and gestures left undone. Sure, she blissfully remembered the walks they took together, and the nights they spent playing like kits in the territory. But it never had any chance to fully grow. She had seen so much potential in what was between them, until StarClan’s claw descended from the sky and ripped him from her life. Now all that was left were memories; of the teasing she used to pursue Shrikecall with, him going from deputy mode to kit mode – each of these different and vivid flashbacks locked within Heathertail’s mind, almost on a constant replay whenever she would stroll their paths.

Between the tension that was rising amongst ThunderClan and WindClan and her slow transition from the warriors’ den to the elders’, Heathertail hadn’t thought much about why she must’ve been summoned here. He deserves to know… she thought to herself, and winced slightly as if a thorn had pierced her paw pad. She knew she could easily hide it for a couple more weeks, but it wasn’t right to not let him know. After all, it wouldn’t just affect Heathertail. "I… I have something to tell you,” she mewed after a moment, a cloud of uncertainty circling the words she spoke as she averted her gaze, drawing patterns in the grassy field underpaw. Heat rose to her ears as she thought about what she was going to say – how she was going to tell him. Would he feel regret about not being able to be there? Would he be upset? The thought of Shrikecall mad at her terrified her, as he was the closest thing she had to family back in WindClan; and even now, sometimes.

[lone]

The brown furred feline was deep in thought, eyes closed, when a familiar scent washed over her senses. It made her heart speed up and felt as though it lifted her off the ground entirely. Even if she was on the brink of death, she would know that smell. Carefully, she opened her eyes and turned her head, their blue depths filling with joy and surprise as they confirmed her thoughts. “Shrikecall!” Instantly she was up on all fours, chest rumbling as loud purrs tumbled out as she nuzzled the former deputy. Her eyes were shut tight and her tail-tip flicked behind her. Them being together once more didn’t feel close enough; Heathertail felt as though she needed to be closer, to be able to soak up every moment that she was gifted with his presence. It was no doubt in her mind now that she was in StarClan. Had they allowed her to come here to see Shrikecall? To tell him?

“I’ve missed you so much,” she purred, opening her eyes to reveal a shimmering soft light, full of affection and admiration. She studied Shrikecall and smiled, the graceful turn of her lips seeming to age her down quite a few moons. ”WindClan hasn’t been the same without you; Blazingstar was distraught.” As she mentioned her leader’s grief over the passing of his good friend, a twinge of regret pierced her heard. She felt bad for the young tom, he obviously had come to rely on the former deputy’s wisdom and moons of expertise being a WindClan warrior. With him gone, and Onyxwhisper appointed in his place, there had been whispers of doubts that mingled about the Clan; was someone who was still so young able to efficiently lead as second in command? What would happen if Blazingstar suddenly passed, and Onyxwhisper was forced to take over the leadership role? Of course, Heathertail had her own extensive doubts, and sincerely wished that Shrikecall was still with the Clan to advise the young Blazingstar in times like now.

And what about her? There had been so much left unsaid between them when he had passed. So many unspoken feelings and gestures left undone. Sure, she blissfully remembered the walks they took together, and the nights they spent playing like kits in the territory. But it never had any chance to fully grow. She had seen so much potential in what was between them, until StarClan’s claw descended from the sky and ripped him from her life. Now all that was left were memories; of the teasing she used to pursue Shrikecall with, him going from deputy mode to kit mode – each of these different and vivid flashbacks locked within Heathertail’s mind, almost on a constant replay whenever she would stroll their paths.

Between the tension that was rising amongst ThunderClan and WindClan and her slow transition from the warriors’ den to the elders’, Heathertail hadn’t thought much about why she must’ve been summoned here. He deserves to know… she thought to herself, and winced slightly as if a thorn had pierced her paw pad. She knew she could easily hide it for a couple more weeks, but it wasn’t right to not let him know. After all, it wouldn’t just affect Heathertail. "I… I have something to tell you,” she mewed after a moment, a cloud of uncertainty circling the words she spoke as she averted her gaze, drawing patterns in the grassy field underpaw. Heat rose to her ears as she thought about what she was going to say – how she was going to tell him. Would he feel regret about not being able to be there? Would he be upset? The thought of Shrikecall mad at her terrified her, as he was the closest thing she had to family back in WindClan; and even now, sometimes.
"I've missed you too. More then you know... I wish I could be there with you. I'm so, so sorry, Heathertail." Shrikecall didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for. For leaving? For not going to see the medicine cat, that he might have had a few more moons in the Clan before he had died? That he hadn't retired when he knew he should have? That he... hadn't been more expressive of his feelings? Yes, feelings. They had been a weakness for Shrikecall and he knew it. He was perfectly aware of this weakness. But it was okay. She knew. They had had so much going for them, and while he was fairly sure some cats had seen it coming - others hadn't. They weren't official mates. But, Shrikecall wished that he had asked her while he was still living. To him, she was the closest thing he had ever had to a mate. The only cat he'd ever really had strong feelings for.
　
Stronger, anyways. Crushes were abundant as an apprentice, although not as much as some. Changing the subject to get his mind off of his guilt, the tom quietly remarked; "The new deputy seems like she'll do well. Onyxwhisper." He thought that the quiet she cat might be a little too hesitant to speak up... at least she had seemed that way... and he felt bad for Caracalpaw, having to be trained by the new she cat. Would Onyxwhisper even recognize the apprentice's potential as he had done? Though he didn't have any reason to be upset if she didn't. Shrikecall was older. He had trained apprentices before. And he knew that it wasn't really much of a problem. Caracalpaw would soon be able to show Onyxwhisper her potential, and he would someday see the apprentice again. How he wished he had told her he was proud of her more often. But, to be fair, he hadn't expected to be taken from her so soon.
　
And now he was gone. Now he was gone and Caracalpaw most likely wouldn't see him again. Perhaps he could visit the young apprentice in her dreams.He'd watched her interactions with Spiralpaw. Sometimes they made him laugh, how much she seemed to despise the tom... and how hard he seemed to be trying. Perhaps he could have a talk with the young feline about that tom. He was an interesting cat. Very interesting indeed. Heathertail's words brought a sudden stun of surprise to Shrikecall's mind. His thoughts stopped and he stared at her as though she were the only thing he could see in that moment. It was almost obvious to see the wheels in his mind turning... to see him thinking... to see him wondering what was going on. He had to think. Was this a good or bad thing? Had she met someone? No, no, he would know if she had... right? He would have seen it, right?
　
The only thing he could think was 'please don't let there be someone else.' And no, Shrikecall was not a necessarily jealous tom. He wasn't easily made jealous and he wasn't super overposessive. But as far as he was concerned, Heathertail was 'off limits.' "Go ahead..." His voice became a little deeper, a little more deputylike as he spoke, and he seemed to draw her a little closer with his tail. As though she were his possession at that moment. Shrikecall wished he was better at expressing how he felt. "But - but you... I mean... there wasn't..." His voice seemed to have failed him. Darn. "You haven't met someone else, have you?" In that moment it seemed as though all his dignity had left. Oh Shrikecall. Trying so hard, and yet he wasn't trying hard enough... that was what it seemed like to the tom. He was trying. It just wasn't necessarily working in his favor.
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[Hexict]

Hexict



They opened their eyes, lifting their eyes to only find thick forests around them. Though when looking at the sky, it seemed it was littered with stars they have never seen before. They last remembered closing their eyes by the water in the Starcave. They could remember the hard rock and how it felt rough against their paws. Byt the rock was replaced with soft,plush grass inbetween their toes as they woke up. Amber eyes scanned the place before realizing where they were. [I]No no no no!
Starclan.
Its like a fairy tale dream, starry skies and plush forests that seemed...errily oeaceful. Daypaw hated being out in territories alone. The shadows in the corner of their eye could easily be twisted into some monster. Everything was after them it felt like. They had never been to Starclan before. Is this were they would be getting accepted as a medicine cat? Amber hues gazed around curiously, tail flickering in annoyance. They were in Starclan, and boy did they have a few words to say to them. They stood up and started to walk, eyes darting every where incase of anything.
"Hello?"

(m'kay, and sorry for not replying earlier)

Nervousness pricked at the tabby's paws as he made his way through the Starclan territory. He was trying to get to where he would be meeting up with someone, but found himself feeling uncertain of himself. He still felt young and honestly wasn't sure how to go about his new role with Daypaw. In fact, he didn't even know Daypaw! He usually spends his time watching over Zerosight, though lately he had begun to watch Cricketpaw before her death and now he was getting involved with Geckoleaf since she seemed to need some help with her.... mental state. Northpath felt a bit overwhelmed - both before and after his death. And now he was given another responsibility, but this felt more serious then the others.

After all, this was going to be his first apprentice.

Upon being informed that he would be training the newest medicine cat of Shadowclan, Northpath had been overcome by fear of messing up. He had died at a younger age and therefore still saw himself ass that age even though he's been in Starclan for some moons. The tom's mind filled with Cricketpaw. He had visited the molly before in her dreams as well and had tried to become some sort of support for her due to her doubts - the former Riverclan medicine cat apprentice believed that she wasn't meant to succeed Geckoleaf and was filled with worry. Because of this, Northpath tried to help her with her feelings since he had felt similar when he was training under Zerosight. In the end, young Cricketpaw had been murdered and there was nothing that he could do to help her with that. He felt as though he had failed her in a way, unable to save her and ended up watching the violent scene.

"Hello Daypaw," Northpath stepped out of some shimmering bushes. His starry pelt seemed to fit in with the territory, as if he was meant to be there despite his untimely death. He hoped that he come off as calm and collect, because inside he almost felt sick with the weight of this new duty. Sure I know all the herbs - I know their names, what they look like and their use. But this is more then that... that is actually training someone! The cat before him was the medicine cat of Shadowclan, and he felt as though he had the responsibility of being their sole medicine cat as well since he had to train Daypaw. But he was humbly honored and wanted to do something that Zerosight would be proud of him for. But if I mess up, then that would make things complicated for a whole clan.... The dark tom swallowed and tried to stand a bit taller.

Then I better make them a successful medicine cat!

[graves]

(m'kay, and sorry for not replying earlier)

Nervousness pricked at the tabby's paws as he made his way through the Starclan territory. He was trying to get to where he would be meeting up with someone, but found himself feeling uncertain of himself. He still felt young and honestly wasn't sure how to go about his new role with Daypaw. In fact, he didn't even know Daypaw! He usually spends his time watching over Zerosight, though lately he had begun to watch Cricketpaw before her death and now he was getting involved with Geckoleaf since she seemed to need some help with her.... mental state. Northpath felt a bit overwhelmed - both before and after his death. And now he was given another responsibility, but this felt more serious then the others.

After all, this was going to be his first apprentice.

Upon being informed that he would be training the newest medicine cat of Shadowclan, Northpath had been overcome by fear of messing up. He had died at a younger age and therefore still saw himself ass that age even though he's been in Starclan for some moons. The tom's mind filled with Cricketpaw. He had visited the molly before in her dreams as well and had tried to become some sort of support for her due to her doubts - the former Riverclan medicine cat apprentice believed that she wasn't meant to succeed Geckoleaf and was filled with worry. Because of this, Northpath tried to help her with her feelings since he had felt similar when he was training under Zerosight. In the end, young Cricketpaw had been murdered and there was nothing that he could do to help her with that. He felt as though he had failed her in a way, unable to save her and ended up watching the violent scene.

"Hello Daypaw," Northpath stepped out of some shimmering bushes. His starry pelt seemed to fit in with the territory, as if he was meant to be there despite his untimely death. He hoped that he come off as calm and collect, because inside he almost felt sick with the weight of this new duty. Sure I know all the herbs - I know their names, what they look like and their use. But this is more then that... that is actually training someone! The cat before him was the medicine cat of Shadowclan, and he felt as though he had the responsibility of being their sole medicine cat as well since he had to train Daypaw. But he was humbly honored and wanted to do something that Zerosight would be proud of him for. But if I mess up, then that would make things complicated for a whole clan.... The dark tom swallowed and tried to stand a bit taller.

Then I better make them a successful medicine cat!
Daypaws ears twitched as they saw somecat approaching. They had never met Northpath, being born around the time that they had died. There was a big age gap between the two, to the point Daypaw didnt really know a lot of Northpath. Well, of course they knew a little bit from what Zerosight has told them, or what rumors have said and it wasn't hard to determined this cat to be the old Thunderclan medicine cat under Zerosight. What was he doing here? Daypaw knew that they would be having a Starclan mentor, someone so young? You cant really complain, your an apprentice and you are the sole med cat of shadowclan! Amber hues stared in slits at Northpath. Daypaw wasnt on the best terms when it came to Starclan. They blamed Starclan for their lack of sleep, the nightmares the faced. Seeing a Starclan cat only made their aggression rise, their tail twitch. "What do you want?" they were sure every other med cat ceremony went off smoothly, being announced med cat and being validated by their ancestors, earning their apprentice name and then boom, they would wake up and go one with their lives. But it would take a bit longer for Northpath to win Daypaw over, to gain their trust.

[Hexict]

woly

Watching Daypaw's reaction, the grey tom understood that it would take some time for Daypaw to open up and feel comfortable around him. Their training would most likely start off rocky as the two got to know each other, but Northpath wished to do as Starclan wished of him and hoped that Daypaw would become a fine medicine cat someday... though it will take some time and effort for that to be. The starry tom seemed to stiffen a bit as the orange tabby narrowed their orbs at him, giving off an irritated aura about them. Northpath already knew this wasn't the best start to their training, especially since the younger cat seemed to want nothing to do with Starclan - not only were they going to have to be the bridge between Starclan and their clan, but now they also had to be trained within Starclan's borders until they understood the herbs.

The tom was a bit surprised when Daypaw opened with an agitated tone.So... this is really how they wish to start the training off? His tail twitched as he though about how to handle this cat. While alive, Northpath had been anti-social and shy which had been fine before since he spent most of his time in the medicine den with only Zerosight and if there were sick cats they were mostly quiet while being treated or sleeping... but now that he was dead, the tom felt as though he had to socialize even more then when he was alive. He had visited a few people since his death and now he even had to meet with this cat quite often and train them to become a medicine cat, but would he be able to actually get Daypaw to open up? They didn't seem keen on being in Starclan, and Northpath was still unsure how to handle people - he was lucky since both Cricketpaw and Geckoleaf hadn't given him any hard time... but Daypaw?

They hated Starclan and didn't seem to wish Northpath an easy time with this situation.

Shifting his weight, Northpath decided it might be best to ignore Daypaw's tone - though later down the line if under stress and Daypaw pushed his nerves, the grey tabby might snap. "What I want? Well, it's common knowledge that medicine cat's take on an apprentice whom they train to succeed them when the time comes. But since Kestrelberry resigned for their role as medicine cat before training you that left you with no training after being chosen as the next medicine cat," he was sure that he didn't have to explained all of this, of course Daypaw knew about the situation since it was their situation, but still it might be best to begin the explanation there. After all, that was what had lead them to their current situation and the need for a Starclan cat to training them.

"Since you were left with no training Starclan has decided that a member among their ranks are best to train you. Your clan-mates can't train you because they do not have the right training and know little about herbs. It would be inconvenient for a medicine cat to train you since one of you would be away from their clan - whom might need them - while training which is an inconvenience," Northpath paused for a short moment so that Daypaw understood that much. "But Starclan sees that it's more convenient for you to be trained in Starclan. This means that I can teach you while you sleep at night and you can be with your clan during the day. You could gather some herbs and be there in case your clan needs you," as he spoke this, Northpath realized that it might be faster this way. Usually a medicine cat apprentice wouldn't learn during the night and only have day-time to learn about herbs as well as spend time gathering herbs and not being able to learn new ones. This way Daypaw could do most of the learning at night and do the gathering and other work during the day.

It really is more convenient.

[graves]

woly

Watching Daypaw's reaction, the grey tom understood that it would take some time for Daypaw to open up and feel comfortable around him. Their training would most likely start off rocky as the two got to know each other, but Northpath wished to do as Starclan wished of him and hoped that Daypaw would become a fine medicine cat someday... though it will take some time and effort for that to be. The starry tom seemed to stiffen a bit as the orange tabby narrowed their orbs at him, giving off an irritated aura about them. Northpath already knew this wasn't the best start to their training, especially since the younger cat seemed to want nothing to do with Starclan - not only were they going to have to be the bridge between Starclan and their clan, but now they also had to be trained within Starclan's borders until they understood the herbs.

The tom was a bit surprised when Daypaw opened with an agitated tone.So... this is really how they wish to start the training off? His tail twitched as he though about how to handle this cat. While alive, Northpath had been anti-social and shy which had been fine before since he spent most of his time in the medicine den with only Zerosight and if there were sick cats they were mostly quiet while being treated or sleeping... but now that he was dead, the tom felt as though he had to socialize even more then when he was alive. He had visited a few people since his death and now he even had to meet with this cat quite often and train them to become a medicine cat, but would he be able to actually get Daypaw to open up? They didn't seem keen on being in Starclan, and Northpath was still unsure how to handle people - he was lucky since both Cricketpaw and Geckoleaf hadn't given him any hard time... but Daypaw?

They hated Starclan and didn't seem to wish Northpath an easy time with this situation.

Shifting his weight, Northpath decided it might be best to ignore Daypaw's tone - though later down the line if under stress and Daypaw pushed his nerves, the grey tabby might snap. "What I want? Well, it's common knowledge that medicine cat's take on an apprentice whom they train to succeed them when the time comes. But since Kestrelberry resigned for their role as medicine cat before training you that left you with no training after being chosen as the next medicine cat," he was sure that he didn't have to explained all of this, of course Daypaw knew about the situation since it was their situation, but still it might be best to begin the explanation there. After all, that was what had lead them to their current situation and the need for a Starclan cat to training them.

"Since you were left with no training Starclan has decided that a member among their ranks are best to train you. Your clan-mates can't train you because they do not have the right training and know little about herbs. It would be inconvenient for a medicine cat to train you since one of you would be away from their clan - whom might need them - while training which is an inconvenience," Northpath paused for a short moment so that Daypaw understood that much. "But Starclan sees that it's more convenient for you to be trained in Starclan. This means that I can teach you while you sleep at night and you can be with your clan during the day. You could gather some herbs and be there in case your clan needs you," as he spoke this, Northpath realized that it might be faster this way. Usually a medicine cat apprentice wouldn't learn during the night and only have day-time to learn about herbs as well as spend time gathering herbs and not being able to learn new ones. This way Daypaw could do most of the learning at night and do the gathering and other work during the day.

It really is more convenient.
"Sleep?" they pinned their ears to the back of their head. How dare some Starclan cat even mention sleep to them. It was because of them they had lack of sleep- it was because of them they had vivid nightmares. It was because of them that they were always tired, sleep deprived, sluggish. them. They wanted to lash out, at the even mention of sleep they wanted to put a nice nick in the toms ear for a reminder. But instead they stayed put, on long long grass at they were sitting up in and staring at the other tom. They stared at them with slits in their eyes, unwavering, judging. Their tail lashed. "Sleep isnt in my lifestyle, Northpath." their words were cool though held some hinted agression. They didnt need to be told they needed to sleep- they wanted to sleep so bad. Their body ached from lack of energy. They tried to stay awake as long as possible to avoid those nightmares. Nightmares it has scared them from even going outside camp alone.

At first, they thought they were some kit night terrors that they would grow out of. It seemed when their father died it started happening. They didnt have a close connection with their father, didnt really care that he died, but thats when it started. At the first glismp of death- the first trigger that all lead back to Starclan. And Daypaw resented them for it. It was easier for Daypaw to blame Starclan- they were positive it wasnt because of the Darkforest. A cat from there wouldve came in their dreams. No trace. Perhaps to humans maybe Daypaw had a mental illness,graphic dreams and lack of sleep that made it hard to pick apart reality and made up monsters in their head. So at the very site of a Starclan, it made Daypaws blood boil.

Daypaw didnt tell many about their nightmares-infact only one or two cats knew about them actually. Daypaw didnt want to look weak infront of anybody They held their ground with insults and aggression- when deep down they were just a frightened apprentice that has seen to much everytime they closed their eyes. Their reasoning was blurred, finding easier to simply blame Starclan. In Daypaws mind, Starclan was the cause of all of this, the cause of their life being a living hell with every hour they spent both awake and sleeping. A Starclan cat mentoring them? Oh hell no. The only thing good about this was that instead of dealing with yet another very graphic nightmare, Daypaw was in Starclan. At this point,Daypaw rather take the nightmare. Sure they were the only bridge between Starclan and their clan, and maybe Daypaw was selfish for closing them off. But they didnt care what rank they were. Their hatred still stood.

[Ivy]

Ivybreeze detected several scents as she walked through the path shaded by the strong trees that hung over it like an arch.
However, she didn't want to risk looking in fear she might find something bad. Her amber eyes flickered back and forth, looking for signs of dangers. As she was walking along, she saw a fern forming a half dome shape. She scampered towards the leafy plant out of sheer relief and desperation. The American Shorthair crouched; she couldn't keep her fur from bristling. Unconsciously, she let out a pitiful sound. She was afraid and she didn't know where she was.

As she got a better look at her surroundings, she realized that everything was shrouded in a thin veil of silvery fog. That isn't intimidating at all. She thought to herself. It looked like paradise, but Ivybreeze had had enough irresistible tricks in her life already. She smelled so many delicious scents all around her. Though it was greenleaf and she was already full, the cat had to resist the urge to get out from her hiding place to explore.

[Empress Of Evil]

Lioncry waited in silence, even though her body screamed at her to do something more than stand by and let her littermate figure it out for herself, but the sturdy golden furred warrior was frozen in place. She hadn't meant to get Auroraflame here, but she did realize that maybe this was for the better, after all, it wouldn't leave SkyClan in the dark about her death, and it wouldn't leave them wondering— hoping— that she was still alive and coming back, for the truth was, Lioncry was not coming back, and she never would. She would never stop wishing that she was only dreaming, but this washer new reality. Everything she'd known and thought she'd known had been stripped away from her and she was given a whole new vantage point away from all her family. And that was probably the most positive outlook on the whole situation, and the most blunt being that she was simply dead. But really, she wasn't dead. She was alive, just not her body. She noticed that the black warrior had noticed her, but had not yet realized who she was. Hesitantly, she took a small step forwards and allowed herself to be more visible to the SkyClan deputy. When the other cat spoke, tears slipped silently down the StarClan warrior's face as she nodded, opening her mouth to say something as she saw Auroraflame's expression: shock and horror. Pain filled her eyes, and she had to resist the urge to look away from her sister, because she knew that that could only make things worse, harder on both of them. She shifted, flattening one ear uncertainly as she waited for the right moment to do or say something, but right now didn't feel right, and Lioncry would wait as long as it took despite how sad she was. Many cats had died in the battle, and she grieved for SkyClan's losses as much as those who were alive did. Among those cats was Lioncry, and she felt as if she had somehow, unknowingly brought this upon herself. Lioncry had fought just as she had promised Smokeykit. I'll fight like all of LionClan if I must. But in the end, that had meant that she had held her promise and failed to hold to it at the same time, for she had meant that she would be coming back and would also fight to the best of her ability. “During the battle . . . .” Lioncry said quietly, expecting her voice to be shaky and hoarse, but it was just as it had been before she'd died. She closed her eyes, then looked back, carefully studying Auroraflame with cautious golden eyes. She hoped that she didn't mean that. Lioncry didn't want Auroraflame to kill the white Dusk Syndicate molly, for Lioncry had attacked that cat's home, not the other way around, and Lioncry had done some damage to the cat. She didn't want any cat to suffer for defending their home and lives. “I love you.” Lioncry said, striding forwards and burying her face in her sister's cheek fur, her eyes cloudy with memories of their kithood together.

The inky deputy was at a complete loss for words. How was it even possible for one cat to lose so many loved ones in the same way? But, surely there was someone in the world who have suffered worse? Auroraflame was fortunate to still have her clan mates around her. Other cats across the world were living in solitude with no one to help them through the tough times. She just had to remember what was waiting for her when she awoke from this dream. But then how could she if every time she got back up, something knocked her back down? She had to stay strong. She was a strong she-cat, she would live through this. She just had to find a light.
The ebony feline didn’t move a single muscle as she stared at her sister. It took all of her willpower to not cry out in pain. It wouldn’t be a cry of physical pain, but emotional pain. Auroraflame was honestly much stronger when it came to tolerating physical pain, but she could be rather weak emotionally. For her, words stabbed harder than claws. The tears rolled down silently from her icy hues and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop them. Whenever she could, the she-cat would avoid crying around others, but there were times when she wasn’t afraid to cry. Sometimes, she just needed to let others know that she was hurting.
She’s dead. You should’ve been there to save her. The words ran around in her mind over and over. At this point in time, the she-cat wished that she could go back in time and fight with her sister. Maybe it was her fault that Lioncry was dead. They were sisters, they were supposed to protect each other. But she hadn’t been there for her. “I-I should’ve been there! I should’ve protected you!” Auroraflame blurted suddenly. Great, now she was feeling guilty for her sisters death. She knew that it wasn’t her fault, but she couldn’t help it. The feeling of guilt and regret kept nagging her.
Of all cats to lose, it just had to be Lioncry. Sure, she would be sad for the death of any of her clan mates, but this was different. This was her sister. The cat who had comforted her in times of despair, the cat who had stood by her when she was being pushed around. She still had Ferretnose and Sycamorebranch, but things weren’t quite the same with them. Lioncry was different, she was a sibling and a best friend.
“I love you too,” Auroraflame whispered, closing her eyes as she felt her sister’s fur against her’s. Lifting her left paw, she placed it around Lioncry’s neck and hugged her sister fiercely. She didn’t ever want to move, she wanted to stay like this and never let go. The deputy didn’t want to wake up, she wanted to stay here, beside her sister. Things would never be the same for her again, but she had no choice. She just had to move on and keep her head up high. But for now, she would just focus on the present and embrace the moment.


Ivybreeze detected several scents as she walked through the path shaded by the strong trees that hung over it like an arch.
However, she didn't want to risk looking in fear she might find something bad. Her amber eyes flickered back and forth, looking for signs of dangers. As she was walking along, she saw a fern forming a half dome shape. She scampered towards the leafy plant out of sheer relief and desperation. The American Shorthair crouched; she couldn't keep her fur from bristling. Unconsciously, she let out a pitiful sound. She was afraid and she didn't know where she was.

As she got a better look at her surroundings, she realized that everything was shrouded in a thin veil of silvery fog. That isn't intimidating at all. She thought to herself. It looked like paradise, but Ivybreeze had had enough irresistible tricks in her life already. She smelled so many delicious scents all around her. Though it was greenleaf and she was already full, the cat had to resist the urge to get out from her hiding place to explore.

Hidden by the leaves of a thick bush, a starry pelted cat lay still and observant. His golden gaze peered through the leaves curiously as he waited and waited. He watched, as the she-cat padded along cautiously, and he watched as her fur bristled. Lionfrost desperately wanted to jump out, cuddle her and tell her that everything was okay. But he held himself back. His gaze followed her as she ducked behind a leafy plant. A few moments past till finally, he couldn’t stop himself. Rising to his paws slowly, he emerged from the bush, mixing in with the silvery fog that surrounded StarClan’s territory.

Amongst the mist, Lionfrost looked like a dark figure that loomed over everything else. But as he got closer and closer to his lover, that image disappeared. “Ivybreeze….” He whispered, his words getting carried away as a soft breeze gushed by. The pain in his hues was evident as he looked at the American Shorthair. He still remembered everything so clearly.

He was padding in the territory, when suddenly, something jumped on him. He whipped around. Wrong Move. Her claws sunk deep into his throat and just like that, everything had been stripped away from him. He hadn’t even been able to register what was going on, it had all just happened so quickly.

“Come out,” He said softly, holding back the tears. It hurt him to see her in this state, but he had to stay strong. Maybe, he would just have to forget that he was now apart of StarClan for a bit.

[Ivy]

The inky deputy was at a complete loss for words. How was it even possible for one cat to lose so many loved ones in the same way? But, surely there was someone in the world who have suffered worse? Auroraflame was fortunate to still have her clan mates around her. Other cats across the world were living in solitude with no one to help them through the tough times. She just had to remember what was waiting for her when she awoke from this dream. But then how could she if every time she got back up, something knocked her back down? She had to stay strong. She was a strong she-cat, she would live through this. She just had to find a light.
The ebony feline didn’t move a single muscle as she stared at her sister. It took all of her willpower to not cry out in pain. It wouldn’t be a cry of physical pain, but emotional pain. Auroraflame was honestly much stronger when it came to tolerating physical pain, but she could be rather weak emotionally. For her, words stabbed harder than claws. The tears rolled down silently from her icy hues and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop them. Whenever she could, the she-cat would avoid crying around others, but there were times when she wasn’t afraid to cry. Sometimes, she just needed to let others know that she was hurting.
She’s dead. You should’ve been there to save her. The words ran around in her mind over and over. At this point in time, the she-cat wished that she could go back in time and fight with her sister. Maybe it was her fault that Lioncry was dead. They were sisters, they were supposed to protect each other. But she hadn’t been there for her. “I-I should’ve been there! I should’ve protected you!” Auroraflame blurted suddenly. Great, now she was feeling guilty for her sisters death. She knew that it wasn’t her fault, but she couldn’t help it. The feeling of guilt and regret kept nagging her.
Of all cats to lose, it just had to be Lioncry. Sure, she would be sad for the death of any of her clan mates, but this was different. This was her sister. The cat who had comforted her in times of despair, the cat who had stood by her when she was being pushed around. She still had Ferretnose and Sycamorebranch, but things weren’t quite the same with them. Lioncry was different, she was a sibling and a best friend.
“I love you too,” Auroraflame whispered, closing her eyes as she felt her sister’s fur against her’s. Lifting her left paw, she placed it around Lioncry’s neck and hugged her sister fiercely. She didn’t ever want to move, she wanted to stay like this and never let go. The deputy didn’t want to wake up, she wanted to stay here, beside her sister. Things would never be the same for her again, but she had no choice. She just had to move on and keep her head up high. But for now, she would just focus on the present and embrace the moment.




Hidden by the leaves of a thick bush, a starry pelted cat lay still and observant. His golden gaze peered through the leaves curiously as he waited and waited. He watched, as the she-cat padded along cautiously, and he watched as her fur bristled. Lionfrost desperately wanted to jump out, cuddle her and tell her that everything was okay. But he held himself back. His gaze followed her as she ducked behind a leafy plant. A few moments past till finally, he couldn’t stop himself. Rising to his paws slowly, he emerged from the bush, mixing in with the silvery fog that surrounded StarClan’s territory.

Amongst the mist, Lionfrost looked like a dark figure that loomed over everything else. But as he got closer and closer to his lover, that image disappeared. “Ivybreeze….” He whispered, his words getting carried away as a soft breeze gushed by. The pain in his hues was evident as he looked at the American Shorthair. He still remembered everything so clearly.

He was padding in the territory, when suddenly, something jumped on him. He whipped around. Wrong Move. Her claws sunk deep into his throat and just like that, everything had been stripped away from him. He hadn’t even been able to register what was going on, it had all just happened so quickly.

“Come out,” He said softly, holding back the tears. It hurt him to see her in this state, but he had to stay strong. Maybe, he would just have to forget that he was now apart of StarClan for a bit.


She instinctively shrunk further into the fern's cover as she saw a dark outline of a cat rise up. Twitching her ears, she faintly heard it speak, but didn't catch on to what it had said. Slowly, the figure got smaller until it was down to her size. Shaking, she tasted the air and found a familiar scent hit her tongue. Lionfrost? No, her mate was dea-everything hit her like a speeding monster. She shook the terrible memories away, trying to forget.

His beautiful fur soaked with his own blood and the haunting look on his face when she had gazed upon his body. Ivybreeze desperately licking the blood off of his fur and gazing miserably at his broken form.

Thinking that her mind was being toyed with, she spoke in a bitter tone. "Only if you come out first, you monster..." Her last word was filled with fear. Was this her mate's killer? But then why would they come to her? They had succeeded anyways. She sunk lower to the ground so that her belly fur was pressed up against the dirt and her claws were unsheathed into the ground to keep her steady.

[spade]

"I've missed you too. More then you know... I wish I could be there with you. I'm so, so sorry, Heathertail." Shrikecall didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for. For leaving? For not going to see the medicine cat, that he might have had a few more moons in the Clan before he had died? That he hadn't retired when he knew he should have? That he... hadn't been more expressive of his feelings? Yes, feelings. They had been a weakness for Shrikecall and he knew it. He was perfectly aware of this weakness. But it was okay. She knew. They had had so much going for them, and while he was fairly sure some cats had seen it coming - others hadn't. They weren't official mates. But, Shrikecall wished that he had asked her while he was still living. To him, she was the closest thing he had ever had to a mate. The only cat he'd ever really had strong feelings for.
　
Stronger, anyways. Crushes were abundant as an apprentice, although not as much as some. Changing the subject to get his mind off of his guilt, the tom quietly remarked; "The new deputy seems like she'll do well. Onyxwhisper." He thought that the quiet she cat might be a little too hesitant to speak up... at least she had seemed that way... and he felt bad for Caracalpaw, having to be trained by the new she cat. Would Onyxwhisper even recognize the apprentice's potential as he had done? Though he didn't have any reason to be upset if she didn't. Shrikecall was older. He had trained apprentices before. And he knew that it wasn't really much of a problem. Caracalpaw would soon be able to show Onyxwhisper her potential, and he would someday see the apprentice again. How he wished he had told her he was proud of her more often. But, to be fair, he hadn't expected to be taken from her so soon.
　
And now he was gone. Now he was gone and Caracalpaw most likely wouldn't see him again. Perhaps he could visit the young apprentice in her dreams.He'd watched her interactions with Spiralpaw. Sometimes they made him laugh, how much she seemed to despise the tom... and how hard he seemed to be trying. Perhaps he could have a talk with the young feline about that tom. He was an interesting cat. Very interesting indeed. Heathertail's words brought a sudden stun of surprise to Shrikecall's mind. His thoughts stopped and he stared at her as though she were the only thing he could see in that moment. It was almost obvious to see the wheels in his mind turning... to see him thinking... to see him wondering what was going on. He had to think. Was this a good or bad thing? Had she met someone? No, no, he would know if she had... right? He would have seen it, right?
　
The only thing he could think was 'please don't let there be someone else.' And no, Shrikecall was not a necessarily jealous tom. He wasn't easily made jealous and he wasn't super overposessive. But as far as he was concerned, Heathertail was 'off limits.' "Go ahead..." His voice became a little deeper, a little more deputylike as he spoke, and he seemed to draw her a little closer with his tail. As though she were his possession at that moment. Shrikecall wished he was better at expressing how he felt. "But - but you... I mean... there wasn't..." His voice seemed to have failed him. Darn. "You haven't met someone else, have you?" In that moment it seemed as though all his dignity had left. Oh Shrikecall. Trying so hard, and yet he wasn't trying hard enough... that was what it seemed like to the tom. He was trying. It just wasn't necessarily working in his favor.
@Lilly (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=269)

Little did Heathertail know of the tom's true feelings. He'd never expressed them to her while he was among the living, and had died without getting the chance to confirm them. But her suspicions about them were always there. In the way he would look at her, or how he became soft and silly whenever they would sneak out into the territory, late at night, both just normal warriors for once and forgetting all the duties that plagued them inside the walls of WindClan. She looked back fondly on those memories, realizing that nothing really had to be said. In those moments, looking into Shrikecall's steady gaze as they lay on the grassy fields, the she-cat knew just how much the deputy cared for her. She knew what he wanted to say, and with a smile she knew how he didn't even have to state a single word. She just knew.

At the mention of the new deputy, she smiled and nodded. "She is young, and will be of good use to be Blazingstar's right hand cat. Though it will take time for her to gain your knowledge and wisdom," she purred, offering a shy smile to the deceased tom. It seemed that WindClan was in good hands between the leading paws of Onyxwhisper and Blazingstar. Both of them were young, and seemed to be leading them into a good era, and era of peace. She hoped that Blazingstar hadn't forgotten all the wisdom that Shrikecall had offered while he was still alive, and to her relief her wishes seemed to be true. Whenever his name was brought up in conversation, a momentary look of grief and longing would pass the leaders' face, and Heathertail knew that he missed the fallen deputy probably just as much as she did.

A soft breeze stirred her fur once more, and Heathertail let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding in. She'd dreaded this moment since Shrikecall had died. It hadn't even been a day after his death when she had visited Surgestorm in the medicine den, discovering that in just a few short days her whole body and future were about to change. Her heartbeat quickened a bit, and she had to close her eyes, momentarily breaking eye contact with the one cat she ever truly had feelings for. Her ears flickered at his comment though, about meeting someone else, and she couldn't help it; a tiny laugh bubbled out from within her. "Oh, Shrikecall. Of course I haven't." With that, she looked up and nuzzled him softly. That comment made it easier to say what she had to next, and she moved her head back to she could look into his eyes. "I... I'm expecting kits. Your kits."

[lone]

Little did Heathertail know of the tom's true feelings. He'd never expressed them to her while he was among the living, and had died without getting the chance to confirm them. But her suspicions about them were always there. In the way he would look at her, or how he became soft and silly whenever they would sneak out into the territory, late at night, both just normal warriors for once and forgetting all the duties that plagued them inside the walls of WindClan. She looked back fondly on those memories, realizing that nothing really had to be said. In those moments, looking into Shrikecall's steady gaze as they lay on the grassy fields, the she-cat knew just how much the deputy cared for her. She knew what he wanted to say, and with a smile she knew how he didn't even have to state a single word. She just knew.

At the mention of the new deputy, she smiled and nodded. "She is young, and will be of good use to be Blazingstar's right hand cat. Though it will take time for her to gain your knowledge and wisdom," she purred, offering a shy smile to the deceased tom. It seemed that WindClan was in good hands between the leading paws of Onyxwhisper and Blazingstar. Both of them were young, and seemed to be leading them into a good era, and era of peace. She hoped that Blazingstar hadn't forgotten all the wisdom that Shrikecall had offered while he was still alive, and to her relief her wishes seemed to be true. Whenever his name was brought up in conversation, a momentary look of grief and longing would pass the leaders' face, and Heathertail knew that he missed the fallen deputy probably just as much as she did.

A soft breeze stirred her fur once more, and Heathertail let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding in. She'd dreaded this moment since Shrikecall had died. It hadn't even been a day after his death when she had visited Surgestorm in the medicine den, discovering that in just a few short days her whole body and future were about to change. Her heartbeat quickened a bit, and she had to close her eyes, momentarily breaking eye contact with the one cat she ever truly had feelings for. Her ears flickered at his comment though, about meeting someone else, and she couldn't help it; a tiny laugh bubbled out from within her. "Oh, Shrikecall. Of course I haven't." With that, she looked up and nuzzled him softly. That comment made it easier to say what she had to next, and she moved her head back to she could look into his eyes. "I... I'm expecting kits. Your kits."
From what Shrikecall could tell, Onyxwhisper seemed to be a good choice for deputy. Perhaps the day would come when he could visit the feline. There were a lot of cats that Shrikecall missed. Wished he had gotten more time to spend with. And perhaps, had he not been so stubborn, that wish would have been reality. But, he hadn't taken that path, and there was no use in wishing he had done things differently - the tom wouldn't get a chance to do it all over again. And, perhaps he wouldn't have changed a thing. Even though his time as deputy had been short, he had gotten the chance to do some things that cats would wait their whole life for. And, the former deputy's life had been quite long. Longer then average. "I'm sure Blazingstar wouldn't have appointed her if he didn't see potential. I might not have appointed a cat like that, but - I trust him to do what he thinks is best." Shrikecall mewed, an almost-smile coming onto his maw.
　
He had been smiling - or at least, what could be called smiling - a lot more since he had arrived in StarClan. Maybe there was something about it, but Shrikecall had found that he felt more like smiling here. It was as though nothing really mattered now. He was safe. Not that the same thing could be said for WindClan, with all the drama going on... Shrikecall half-wanted to take on ThunderClan himself, despite knowing that he wouldn't be able to do that. Heathertail's soft nuzzle brought him out of his thoughts and he cleared his throat, unsure of what to do for a moment. See, while back in the Clans, Shrikecall had never really been one to voice or show too much affection. Those he liked, he would seek out and talk to - those he didn't, he wouldn't. It could have been that simple. Although Shrikecall should have known that nothing in life was ever that simple.
　
"Well... good." Was the former deputy's comment. It was funny, Shrikecall had been in quite a few battles... gotten into too many border skirmishes to count... and yet here he was, unable to look a cat who meant so much to him directly in the eye. I'm expecting kits. Your kits. His kits? He was... Heathertail was... Shrikecall was so stunned for a moment, he couldn't speak at all. All the tom could do was sit stunned and stare at her. Kits. The former deputy had never expected this to happen, and now she was going to be raising kits on her own... it took a while before Shrikecall found his voice again. And once he did, it sounded more like a nervous young warrior's then a powerful older one's. "K-kits? What... really? That's - that's great, Heathertail... I, uh, I'm glad." Could they really be his kits? Shrikecall hadn't thought that was possible now, but... it was apparently more possible then he thought.
　
"I'm sorry I won't be there to raise them with you, though." That was more like it. Just saying what he meant. No worry involved. There hadn't been a single worried thought in the tom's mind for a while, but now he was going back to being nervous. What was going to happen to them? Would Heathertail find another tom to foster them with? Would she try and raise them on her own? Whatever happened, it was going to be okay. It would have to be.

[doghouse]

The inky deputy was at a complete loss for words. How was it even possible for one cat to lose so many loved ones in the same way? But, surely there was someone in the world who have suffered worse? Auroraflame was fortunate to still have her clan mates around her. Other cats across the world were living in solitude with no one to help them through the tough times. She just had to remember what was waiting for her when she awoke from this dream. But then how could she if every time she got back up, something knocked her back down? She had to stay strong. She was a strong she-cat, she would live through this. She just had to find a light.
The ebony feline didn’t move a single muscle as she stared at her sister. It took all of her willpower to not cry out in pain. It wouldn’t be a cry of physical pain, but emotional pain. Auroraflame was honestly much stronger when it came to tolerating physical pain, but she could be rather weak emotionally. For her, words stabbed harder than claws. The tears rolled down silently from her icy hues and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop them. Whenever she could, the she-cat would avoid crying around others, but there were times when she wasn’t afraid to cry. Sometimes, she just needed to let others know that she was hurting.
She’s dead. You should’ve been there to save her. The words ran around in her mind over and over. At this point in time, the she-cat wished that she could go back in time and fight with her sister. Maybe it was her fault that Lioncry was dead. They were sisters, they were supposed to protect each other. But she hadn’t been there for her. “I-I should’ve been there! I should’ve protected you!” Auroraflame blurted suddenly. Great, now she was feeling guilty for her sisters death. She knew that it wasn’t her fault, but she couldn’t help it. The feeling of guilt and regret kept nagging her.
Of all cats to lose, it just had to be Lioncry. Sure, she would be sad for the death of any of her clan mates, but this was different. This was her sister. The cat who had comforted her in times of despair, the cat who had stood by her when she was being pushed around. She still had Ferretnose and Sycamorebranch, but things weren’t quite the same with them. Lioncry was different, she was a sibling and a best friend.
“I love you too,” Auroraflame whispered, closing her eyes as she felt her sister’s fur against her’s. Lifting her left paw, she placed it around Lioncry’s neck and hugged her sister fiercely. She didn’t ever want to move, she wanted to stay like this and never let go. The deputy didn’t want to wake up, she wanted to stay here, beside her sister. Things would never be the same for her again, but she had no choice. She just had to move on and keep her head up high. But for now, she would just focus on the present and embrace the moment.

Lioncry closed her pale yellow orbs, her ears pinned back. She had always imagined that she would be returning home from the battle and everything would be alright, but now she felt foolish for thinking that, and what was worse, Smokeykit had been there, she had followed Lioncry, and had "watched" Lioncry fight the white furred molly that had been the end of her. Lioncry shook herself and looked back, her starry pelt bristling and a deep sorrow flashed in her gaze as she looked at her sister. It was impossible to tell that they were kin, they looked nothing alike, but Lioncry had never cared, and she loved her sister so much, it hurt more to think that Auroraflame would suffer from Lioncry's death than it hurt Lioncry to think that she was dead. She was in a star of grief, not for herself, but for her Clanmates and littermates, and what they would suffer. The golden pelted warrior sat down, the grass around her rustling gently, bending beneath her paws. But sitting felt wrong, and Lioncry was just too restless, so she stood and padded around so that she was shoulder to shoulder with Auroraflame, her golden starry pelt mixing with her sister's inky black one. Tears rolled silently down the molly's cheeks, but she remained silent for a long time. Then at last, once Auroraflame was down speaking, she did speak. “It wouldn't have stopped anything, and we dealt a massive blow to the Syndicate. That doesn't come without sacrifice. . . .” Lioncry whispered, whiskered twitching uncertainly. She knew that Auroraflame blamed herself, just from the deputy's tone and the guilt in her eyes, and she wanted Auroraflame to know that it wasn't her fault, it was simply StarClan's will, because what else could it have been? An accident? Maybe, but Lioncry had a strong faith in StarClan, and held to it that it had been their wish. “It's not your fault.” Lioncry added, half to herself, as she layer the tip of her tail over her sister's shoulders, tears still falling. When Auroraflame hugged her, Lioncry blinked for a moment, then closed her yellow hues and did the same thing to her sister as the moment dragged on in a timeless circle that felt like it would never end. She drew her tongue over the black she-cat's cheek, purring quietly.

[wickedvirtues]

A small apprentice gazed around StarClan, her pelt messy as the crescent pattern on her chest looked unlike it's original shape. She gave a shiver of fear as a cold feeling of dread settled over her. Crescentpaw blinked, was this a dream? After all, her "friend" Phantomwhisper had killed her in a rogue battle, but she didn't think it was REAL! A prophecy, even, would have settled the urge to puke up her last meal. Crescentpaw couldn't bring herself to speak as her ears pinned back and she whimpered slightly. She was only an apprentice! She could've done so much more for her Clan, if given the chance.

[Darky]

A small apprentice gazed around StarClan, her pelt messy as the crescent pattern on her chest looked unlike it's original shape. She gave a shiver of fear as a cold feeling of dread settled over her. Crescentpaw blinked, was this a dream? After all, her "friend" Phantomwhisper had killed her in a rogue battle, but she didn't think it was REAL! A prophecy, even, would have settled the urge to puke up her last meal. Crescentpaw couldn't bring herself to speak as her ears pinned back and she whimpered slightly. She was only an apprentice! She could've done so much more for her Clan, if given the chance.
(Well never mind)
Graykit started at the apprentice.
"Are you from shadowclan?" The little gray kit asked. Her blue eyes started waiting for an answer.

[wickedvirtues]

(Well never mind)
Graykit started at the apprentice.
"Are you from shadowclan?" The little gray kit asked. Her blue eyes started waiting for an answer.
Crescentpaw slightly crinkled her muzzle. "No. I came from SkyClan." She mewed, sitting. "I'm going to guess you're from ShadowClan, though." She added, swiping her tongue through her fur. "Because you asked.

[Darky]

Crescentpaw slightly crinkled her muzzle. "No. I came from SkyClan." She mewed, sitting. "I'm going to guess you're from ShadowClan, though." She added, swiping her tongue through her fur. "Because you asked.
"Yes, I miss my dad. Stupid uncle." Graykit said sitting down.
"Could you teach me to hunt up here, I'm getting hungry of wacthing the prey walk around" The 5 moon kit asked.

[wickedvirtues]

"Yes, I miss my dad. Stupid uncle." Graykit said sitting down.
"Could you teach me to hunt up here, I'm getting hungry of wacthing the prey walk around" The 5 moon kit asked.

"It's easy, just sneak up on it and when it's distracted, pounce and bite it's neck. You can try on that mouse." She mewed, gesturing to a small mouse near them nibbling a seed.

[Darky]

"It's easy, just sneak up on it and when it's distracted, pounce and bite it's neck. You can try on that mouse." She mewed, gesturing to a small mouse near them nibbling a seed.
Graykit when sneaked to the mouse as she killed it with a bite to the neck. I wish dad was here to see this graykit thought as she dropped the mouse at crescentpaw paws.

[wickedvirtues]

Graykit when sneaked to the mouse as she killed it with a bite to the neck. I wish dad was here to see this graykit thought as she dropped the mouse at crescentpaw paws.

"Er.. are you going to eat it or..?" Crescentpaw asked, she didn't fully understand kits and how they worked. Apprentices only killed to eat, and the mouse was appetizing.

[Ivy]

Ravenclaw took a shakey breath before guiding her living mate's conscious into StarClan, feeling mixed emotions. ON one paw, she couldn't wait to see her mate again. It had been so long since she had left him. Unfortunately, it had left him traumatized, but she was glad that he still maintained a concern for the wellbeing of his family. The other paw, she was scared of his reaction. Would he mad that she had given up to StarClan so easily, or would he be relieved that she was in the starry clan? She knew that she would wait forever for her beloved Clawedheart. Ravenclaw was happy that she had had such a fufilling life. Her kits were almost all grown up now. Cometpaw and Spiderwalk would soon have a family once she became a warrior, Violeteye was expecting a new litter, and Bramblepaw was... She realized that Bramblepaw hadn't really done anything except try to get his sister out of trouble. Still, she was proud of her son. She groomed her fur down quickly to look presentable before sitting down in wait for Clawedheart.
Raven & Co

[Gone]

[CENTER]Ravenclaw took a shakey breath before guiding her living mate's conscious into StarClan, feeling mixed emotions. ON one paw, she couldn't wait to see her mate again. It had been so long since she had left him. Unfortunately, it had left him traumatized, but she was glad that he still maintained a concern for the wellbeing of his family. The other paw, she was scared of his reaction. Would he mad that she had given up to StarClan so easily, or would he be relieved that she was in the starry clan? She knew that she would wait forever for her beloved Clawedheart. Ravenclaw was happy that she had had such a fufilling life. Her kits were almost all grown up now. Cometpaw and Spiderwalk would soon have a family once she became a warrior, Violeteye was expecting a new litter, and Bramblepaw was... She realized that Bramblepaw hadn't really done anything except try to get his sister out of trouble. Still, she was proud of her son. She groomed her fur down quickly to look presentable before sitting down in wait for Clawedheart.
Clawedheart's eyes shot open, he felt... Light, gazing around, his gaze soon landed on his mate, eyes wide, he walked to her and his eyes filled up with tears. "Do you know how hard it is without you down there..?" He mewed, burying his nose in her ever so soft fur. "I miss you so much... Ravenclaw...." He admitted, knowing that he would be alone to see their childrens grow up and have kits, but in a way, she'd always be there, close to him and watching as well. "You clearly are watching over us... I often feel your presence in the den... Or around me really..." The tom admitted, gazing down at her. "We all really miss you..." He admitted and rubbed their noses together, even if her fur wasn't always laying flat, if it wasn't always groomed, if she was mad, frowning, for him, she was still beautiful, she was perfect, and that's why he missed her so much, he just simply couldn't replace her, never. "So... How is it here..?" He asked, meeting her gaze.

[Ivy]

Clawedheart's eyes shot open, he felt... Light, gazing around, his gaze soon landed on his mate, eyes wide, he walked to her and his eyes filled up with tears. "Do you know how hard it is without you down there..?" He mewed, burying his nose in her ever so soft fur. "I miss you so much... Ravenclaw...." He admitted, knowing that he would be alone to see their childrens grow up and have kits, but in a way, she'd always be there, close to him and watching as well. "You clearly are watching over us... I often feel your presence in the den... Or around me really..." The tom admitted, gazing down at her. "We all really miss you..." He admitted and rubbed their noses together, even if her fur wasn't always laying flat, if it wasn't always groomed, if she was mad, frowning, for him, she was still beautiful, she was perfect, and that's why he missed her so much, he just simply couldn't replace her, never. "So... How is it here..?" He asked, meeting her gaze.


Ravenclaw felt guilty when he mentioned how hard it was to be in ThunderClan without her, but felt relieved when he confessed that he felt like he was always with their family. She smiled and licked his face. Looking around, she smiled sadly. "Well, Ginger is here, but we don't talk much.
He doesen't like me anymore." She sighed as she leaned against him.
She wanted so badly to pretend that they were snuggling together in their nest. "Bramblekit is here, but I sent him to bed. However, he sometimes insists on watching his stepfather." She purred amused. "He really admires you though. He says that if he was going to be have been an apprentice,
he would've wanted you."[

[Gone]

Ravenclaw felt guilty when he mentioned how hard it was to be in ThunderClan without her, but felt relieved when he confessed that he felt like he was always with their family. She smiled and licked his face. Looking around, she smiled sadly. "Well, Ginger is here, but we don't talk much.
He doesen't like me anymore." She sighed as she leaned against him.
She wanted so badly to pretend that they were snuggling together in their nest. "Bramblekit is here, but I sent him to bed. However, he sometimes insists on watching his stepfather." She purred amused. "He really admires you though. He says that if he was going to be have been an apprentice,
he would've wanted you."[
Clawedheart's expression turned sad as he learned about her old mate, Ginger, not liking her anymore, he licked her face affectionaly. "Well, know that I will always love you Ravenclaw." He mewed and held her close, something he could finally do around here, in his dreams, he intertwined their tails, eyes opening wide as he was told that Bramblekit was watching over him, this was a first. "I guess we could go see him, it sure couldn't be that bad to finally meet him, I guess, for the time I have left around here tonight... We could hang out as family." He mewed softly, meeting her gaze and pressing his nose against the top of her head. "I sure wouldn't have minded having him as my apprentice..." He murmured and gazed at his surroundings. "It's your first time summoning me here..." He stated, the place looked rather... Empty.

[Ivy]

Clawedheart's expression turned sad as he learned about her old mate, Ginger, not liking her anymore, he licked her face affectionaly. "Well, know that I will always love you Ravenclaw." He mewed and held her close, something he could finally do around here, in his dreams, he intertwined their tails, eyes opening wide as he was told that Bramblekit was watching over him, this was a first. "I guess we could go see him, it sure couldn't be that bad to finally meet him, I guess, for the time I have left around here tonight... We could hang out as family." He mewed softly, meeting her gaze and pressing his nose against the top of her head. "I sure wouldn't have minded having him as my apprentice..." He murmured and gazed at his surroundings. "It's your first time summoning me here..." He stated, the place looked rather... Empty.

Ravenclaw sighed as she purred, enjoying his company. "I'm so glad you came." When she noticed him looking around she explained, "A lot of cats are speaking to other clan cats. Dead or alive. For example, one WindClan cat is talking to his son." She said. With a smile, she nuzzled his face before she called out for her son who came running. Bramblekit looked in awe at Clawedheart. "Whoa..." He said as he walked around the tom. "So you're my stepdad, huh?" He asked, looking at him critically before squealing as he jumped and wrapped his forepaws around the larger tom's neck. "Ravenclaw told me about you! You're so cool!" He purred and let him go bounding around.
Ravenclaw chuckled as she kissed her mate's cheek. "I love you."

[Gone]

Ravenclaw sighed as she purred, enjoying his company. "I'm so glad you came." When she noticed him looking around she explained, "A lot of cats are speaking to other clan cats. Dead or alive. For example, one WindClan cat is talking to his son." She said. With a smile, she nuzzled his face before she called out for her son who came running. Bramblekit looked in awe at Clawedheart. "Whoa..." He said as he walked around the tom. "So you're my stepdad, huh?" He asked, looking at him critically before squealing as he jumped and wrapped his forepaws around the larger tom's neck. "Ravenclaw told me about you! You're so cool!" He purred and let him go bounding around.
Ravenclaw chuckled as she kissed her mate's cheek. "I love you."
"Well, you're the one who got me here, but I sure am not complaining." Clawedheart mewed, smiling down at her before he sighed. "I sometime wish the clans were like that as well, and not only StarClan, I mean, it happens at the gatherings and all, but after that, we all still fight..." He said and smiled as she nuzzled him once more, ears perking as he heard Bramblekit coming towards them. He couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the small tom, he never had anyone looking up to him like that, chuckling as he was pounced on and felt those little paws around his neck, he watched his step-son with a huge smile on his face. "Thank you, my dear." He purred and watched him bounce around, gazing at his mate afterwards. "I love you too, Ravenclaw." He said.

[Ivy]

"Well, you're the one who got me here, but I sure am not complaining." Clawedheart mewed, smiling down at her before he sighed. "I sometime wish the clans were like that as well, and not only StarClan, I mean, it happens at the gatherings and all, but after that, we all still fight..." He said and smiled as she nuzzled him once more, ears perking as he heard Bramblekit coming towards them. He couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the small tom, he never had anyone looking up to him like that, chuckling as he was pounced on and felt those little paws around his neck, he watched his step-son with a huge smile on his face. "Thank you, my dear." He purred and watched him bounce around, gazing at his mate afterwards. "I love you too, Ravenclaw." He said.

Bramblekit smiled. "C'mon! Before the night ends!" He started to trot,
leading them back to StarClan's ThunderClan camp. Ravenclaw followed, smiling apologetically. "Sorry. He watches you...like a hawk.." She sighed as they followed (sorry in a rush. need to have dinner)

[Gone]

Bramblekit smiled. "C'mon! Before the night ends!" He started to trot,
leading them back to StarClan's ThunderClan camp. Ravenclaw followed, smiling apologetically. "Sorry. He watches you...like a hawk.." She sighed as they followed (sorry in a rush. need to have dinner)

Clawedheart laughed as he heard the kit, it did remind him of his brother a lot, he then gazed at his mate and licked her nose. "Hey, it's fine, we had kits, we know how they are." He chuckled and walked by her side, their tails intertwined. "I don't mind, he reminds me of my younger brother, Hawkspirit." He said, maybe it was a coincidence that his brother was named after what the kit was described as, but it made him smile nonetheless, as he followed his stepson, he smiled, knowing that, even dead, he would still have a family, and that was something he was happy to know about. "Ravenclaw... Once I come here for good... I want to stay by your side, and take care of Bramblekit as if I was hs father." He admitted.

[Ivy]

Clawedheart laughed as he heard the kit, it did remind him of his brother a lot, he then gazed at his mate and licked her nose. "Hey, it's fine, we had kits, we know how they are." He chuckled and walked by her side, their tails intertwined. "I don't mind, he reminds me of my younger brother, Hawkspirit." He said, maybe it was a coincidence that his brother was named after what the kit was described as, but it made him smile nonetheless, as he followed his stepson, he smiled, knowing that, even dead, he would still have a family, and that was something he was happy to know about. "Ravenclaw... Once I come here for good... I want to stay by your side, and take care of Bramblekit as if I was hs father." He admitted.


Ravenclaw laughed. "I remember him. He was really moody, but once you got to know him, he was really sweet." She sighed. "I've only seen him around here once." She smiled sadly. When she heard that he intended to stay with her and father Bramblekit, she licked his cheek happily. "Nothing would make me happier." Bramblekit skidded to a stop in front of the camp. "You can look around." He invited before bounding inside. Ravenclaw followed, leaving her tail lingering over Clawedheart's chest. "We only have a little time left." She advised.

[Gone]

Ravenclaw laughed. "I remember him. He was really moody, but once you got to know him, he was really sweet." She sighed. "I've only seen him around here once." She smiled sadly. When she heard that he intended to stay with her and father Bramblekit, she licked his cheek happily. "Nothing would make me happier." Bramblekit skidded to a stop in front of the camp. "You can look around." He invited before bounding inside. Ravenclaw followed, leaving her tail lingering over Clawedheart's chest. "We only have a little time left." She advised.
Clawedheart looked down. "The last time I had news of him, he was in the Place of no stars..." He sighed, but his brother had always been good... What could've turned wrong, and when?! He fought and died for ThunderClan like no one had, yes, he was brutal, but what would a weakling do for his clan other than nothing? The tom gazed at his mate and smiled, feeling her tongue running along his cheek was something he missed deeply. "Next time, bring Rowan with me, he's becoming quite the tom." He chuckled and nodded afterwards, he would take all the time he had left.

[Ivy]

Clawedheart looked down. "The last time I had news of him, he was in the Place of no stars..." He sighed, but his brother had always been good... What could've turned wrong, and when?! He fought and died for ThunderClan like no one had, yes, he was brutal, but what would a weakling do for his clan other than nothing? The tom gazed at his mate and smiled, feeling her tongue running along his cheek was something he missed deeply. "Next time, bring Rowan with me, he's becoming quite the tom." He chuckled and nodded afterwards, he would take all the time he had left.

She smiled. "That'd take a lot of energy. Maybe in a separate dream.Besides, I watch over each of my kits every day." Ravenclaw promised. She sat down in the clearing. "Is there anything you need to know before you go? Anything you want to talk about?" Ravenclaw wanted all the time in the world. She wanted to let him share his nest with her again, to have him curled around her... "I wish you could stay forever my love.." She whispered and kissed his chin.

[Gone]

She smiled. "That'd take a lot of energy. Maybe in a separate dream.Besides, I watch over each of my kits every day." Ravenclaw promised. She sat down in the clearing. "Is there anything you need to know before you go? Anything you want to talk about?" Ravenclaw wanted all the time in the world. She wanted to let him share his nest with her again, to have him curled around her... "I wish you could stay forever my love.." She whispered and kissed his chin.

Clawedheart gave a nod, after all, she was right, and being the mother she was, it was sure that she was looking over all of them, he shook his head at her question though, the only thing he wanted right now was to enjoy some time with her while he could. "I just wanna enjoy some time with the two of you while I still can..." He said, pulling the she-cat close and burying his nose in her fur, he teared up. "I wish the same my dear Ravenclaw... I really do..." He admitted, licking the top of her head as he felt her tongue run across his chin, something he missed deeply.

[Ivy]

Clawedheart gave a nod, after all, she was right, and being the mother she was, it was sure that she was looking over all of them, he shook his head at her question though, the only thing he wanted right now was to enjoy some time with her while he could. "I just wanna enjoy some time with the two of you while I still can..." He said, pulling the she-cat close and burying his nose in her fur, he teared up. "I wish the same my dear Ravenclaw... I really do..." He admitted, licking the top of her head as he felt her tongue run across his chin, something he missed deeply.

She purred happily. "I would like nothing more my sweet Clawedheart."
Bramblekit gagged but went over between them, happily. "What is ThunderClan like? Is Violeteye really expecting more kits?! She's really old!" He asked him with wide eyes. Ravenclaw cuffed her son over the ears disapprovingly. "Don't say that about your sister!" She scolded before turning her gaze back to her mate. "But he does have a point. What is ThunderClan doing these days? In your perspective. I know Snowstar is leader now."

[Gone]

She purred happily. "I would like nothing more my sweet Clawedheart."
Bramblekit gagged but went over between them, happily. "What is ThunderClan like? Is Violeteye really expecting more kits?! She's really old!" He asked him with wide eyes. Ravenclaw cuffed her son over the ears disapprovingly. "Don't say that about your sister!" She scolded before turning her gaze back to her mate. "But he does have a point. What is ThunderClan doing these days? In your perspective. I know Snowstar is leader now."

Clawedheart gazed at his mate and his step-son afterwards, smiling a tad. "Not really, she's still old enough to have kits you know." He chuckled. "Well, I don't really go out anymore and the weather is terrible..." He said, gazing at the two. "Alderstripe is changing a little I suppose, but he's as protective as ever." He admitted, chuckling a little as he said that. "Cometpaw and Spiderwalk are actually getting along for once..." He added.

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[Ivy]

Clawedheart gazed at his mate and his step-son afterwards, smiling a tad. "Not really, she's still old enough to have kits you know." He chuckled. "Well, I don't really go out anymore and the weather is terrible..." He said, gazing at the two. "Alderstripe is changing a little I suppose, but he's as protective as ever." He admitted, chuckling a little as he said that. "Cometpaw and Spiderwalk are actually getting along for once..." He added.

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Ravenclaw buried her face in his fur. "I cant believe everyones grown up..." she sighed. Bramblekit curled up at Clawedheart's forepaws, purring. "I love you Clawedheart and Im always here for you. I think about you everyday., she blushed. "I watch you often. It makes me happy to see you are happy." She trembled. She loved him a lot and always looked out for him. She was happy he hadnt forgotten her. Happy that he hadnt gotten another mate.

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Ravenclaw buried her face in his fur. "I cant believe everyones grown up..." she sighed. Bramblekit curled up at Clawedheart's forepaws, purring. "I love you Clawedheart and Im always here for you. I think about you everyday., she blushed. "I watch you often. It makes me happy to see you are happy." She trembled. She loved him a lot and always looked out for him. She was happy he hadnt forgotten her. Happy that he hadnt gotten another mate.
"You know what... I can't believe it either, it's amazing how everyone grows up... It's almost as if yesterday, Alderstripe had just turned into Violet's mate, back when she was only his apprentice." Clawedheart said, sighing softly. "We somehow can't deny that he was a great mentor." He added and licked the top of his step-son's head, his smile growing slightly more before he gazed at his mate and pressed his muzzle against hers, firmly, his tail quickly finding hers. "I'm happy as long as you're by my side Ravenclaw, physically or in spirit..." He mewed, meeting her gaze.

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"You know what... I can't believe it either, it's amazing how everyone grows up... It's almost as if yesterday, Alderstripe had just turned into Violet's mate, back when she was only his apprentice." Clawedheart said, sighing softly. "We somehow can't deny that he was a great mentor." He added and licked the top of his step-son's head, his smile growing slightly more before he gazed at his mate and pressed his muzzle against hers, firmly, his tail quickly finding hers. "I'm happy as long as you're by my side Ravenclaw, physically or in spirit..." He mewed, meeting her gaze.

Ravenclaw purred softly. "He certainly was a loner but Violeteye did change that." She purred in laughter. "I remember whenhe built her her own den when she was pregnant, staying with her every second." The black warrior licked his fur, closing her eyes. "You always were the cutest tom though. When I heard you had your heart broken, I wanted to tell you that I would love you more than her. I think I proved that?" She looked up at him.

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Ravenclaw purred softly. "He certainly was a loner but Violeteye did change that." She purred in laughter. "I remember whenhe built her her own den when she was pregnant, staying with her every second." The black warrior licked his fur, closing her eyes. "You always were the cutest tom though. When I heard you had your heart broken, I wanted to tell you that I would love you more than her. I think I proved that?" She looked up at him.
The tom nodded, this was indeed true, Alderstripe had changed completely because of Violeteye. "Well, they were his first kits, and having lost those he cared about, I think I understand why he did it, and that I realise how smart it was of him, because she always wanted to relax, sleep and all when she was pregnant, and this den did give her the chance to sleep more and get more energy when she needed it the most." Clawedheart mewed, nodding afterwards. "You sure did, my love." He murmured, meeting her gaze and licked her nose.

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The tom nodded, this was indeed true, Alderstripe had changed completely because of Violeteye. "Well, they were his first kits, and having lost those he cared about, I think I understand why he did it, and that I realise how smart it was of him, because she always wanted to relax, sleep and all when she was pregnant, and this den did give her the chance to sleep more and get more energy when she needed it the most." Clawedheart mewed, nodding afterwards. "You sure did, my love." He murmured, meeting her gaze and licked her nose.


"Violeteye's gotten better at making Alderstripe a little more social" she sighed. "Now that shes expecting kits..." her meow trailed off. She turned to him. "I wish we had had more kits...but we ran out of time..." she sighed before gazing into the sky. "It's almost time..." To prove her point, Bramblekit started to slowly fade into an outline along with his mother.

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"Violeteye's gotten better at making Alderstripe a little more social" she sighed. "Now that shes expecting kits..." her meow trailed off. She turned to him. "I wish we had had more kits...but we ran out of time..." she sighed before gazing into the sky. "It's almost time..." To prove her point, Bramblekit started to slowly fade into an outline along with his mother.
Clawedheart gave a nod. "Well, at least, they're sure they have offsprings." He chuckled and gazed at her, nodding. "The same applies for me, I wish we had more kits as well..." He admitted and gazed at his stepson. "Bramblekit." He said simply, he wanted to talk to his stepson too, after all, if the little tom was always watching over him and cared about him so much, well, as a stepfather, he returned the feelings.