StarClan Territory

[SuspiciousMindz]

What kind of question is that?

A playful smile formed on Blazingstar's face as he came face to face with Cinderblaze. He sat himself down and waved his tail across the grass like a dog. It was a friendly gesture and his eyes were bright despite the unamused tone in this one's voice.

"Ohhh, a former ShadowClanner? What was that like when you were alive? Is your territory really as dark as everyone claimed it to be? ShadowClan and I were on good terms back in my day so I can't quite recall. Never had to go over there," Blazingstar started rambling before realizing he was being rude.

"Apologies! I'm Blazingstar, former WindClan leader!" He finally introduced himself with a chirping voice.

@starry

[sylvia26]

EchoHeart



"as a mother and a warrior i want my clan and my child to have a perfect life!"

SpottedFur


"just a few pawsteps away..."

echoheart opened her eyes, seeing the star filled sky and the sweet smell of pray, it was warm and everything. and fear and horror filled her mind. she was dead....SHE WAS DEAD!? "no- no nono, mosskit! MY MOSSKIT" she yowled in a pained hurt. spottedfur padded from behind echoheart "welcome my dear..." he meowed with a sad tone. "calm down. calm down." he put his tail on her back as she crouched down and sobbed "you will watch him grow. you will send signs for him....you will take care of him even if he cant see you my dear." spottedfur purred. "but..." echoheart hiccupped. "no buts sweetie...your dead and death comes by when it wants. calm down and watch as your kit makes a change on the clans." he explained with a smile "watch as every kit from every clan makes a change, a change so big...it wont make us see the battles today." echoheart sighed and leaned into the elder. "we are stars now. and one day he will join you, he wont be a paw or a kit but a adult who can care for himself." spottedfur gave echoheart a lick before they both padded away, so he could show her around her new home.

[Apollo.]

- Sootkit -
StC - He/him - 24 moons dead
8/50

Was he procrastinating? Most certainly. This was not a plan he could simply make instantaneously, it would require careful consideration with near flawless execution to accompany it. No. It had to be flawless. Of course, this type of thing puts a lot of stress on a cat, and although he works well under pressure, he works best with a clear head. He needed to go out collecting anyways. Textbook procrastination.

Picking his way through the tall grass, the little tomkit scoured the ground. He’d have to settle for staying close to home this time, no use for Riverclan in getting lost wandering for moons, especially not when there was such a heavy time limit on your actions. Collecting wasn’t as fun as it used to be, it used to be almost like magic, finding new things about his surroundings, and showing Vinewatcher what he had discovered. Dead beetles, moths, feathers. Simple things brought so much excitement to him. That was back when breathing was an option. Sootkit huffed with irritation, such a puny kit he was. The runt. A mere cold ended his hopes at life. Honestly, even though Fishflake was a disappointment, he made it all the way to warrior hood, something Sootkit would never achieve. What would his warrior name have been anyways? A small smile escaped from his maw. Such a kit way to think. Question a future you will never have. How dumb.

..Sootspider would be kinda cool though.

[+ One banded pebble]

[Abyssopelagic]

With her group of trainees having been taught all she'd intended to share, and that no further questions were asked, Coldamber allowed them all to drift off into true slumbers and rest for whatever their days had ahead of them.
Seabreeze was the last to go, as she'd kept him to answer questions he'd had.
Once she was alone, and the sense of joy she'd felt at getting to teach, at having students who asked questions, her shoulders sagged and her head bowed.
Idly, she wondered if this was enough, and couldn't help but wish that she could see more immediate results in her efforts. It wasn't as if her own time was limited, but there was always a sense of urgency when it came to the living.
With a sigh, she lifted her head, ears twitching. She gave herself a moment to simply breathe, and relax to the best of her ability until she was needed again.


//This isn't late what are you talking about about, anyway time for Cold to take on more responsibilities lol

[ @Lillith ]

[Rani]

Barkblaze | Male + He/Him | StarClan
Long-furred white cat with black spotting and green eyes.

In quiet corners of the misty places of starclan a great deal of words had been exchanged of late.

These words were beyond the normal judgement of souls, wishing to escape their death and beyond even the recent turmoil of starclan and the dark forest and had culminated here today with an odd duo trekking through the territory. It was rare to see most wardens not absorbed in their duties, as they usually kept to themself either tired of the masses in starclan or in an almost noble attempt to remain unbiased to everyone who may eventually come for their decisions on their life. It was rarer still to see a member of the dark forest with them, even if this one was a warden himself and permitted to be here, as evidenced by the ex medicine cat escorting him.


But these were rare circumstances, and there were much worse cats who could be by Barkblazes side.
"I find myself somewhat surprised you are my partner on this venture Lichenflood. I vastly prefer you over the alternative but I was certain Magpiewisp or Snowleopard would snap up the opportunity. Though I suppose for your.... circumstances you are more fitting."
The old tom expected no response but took whatever came with a mere flick of the ear, the two windclan toms keeping in step even as Barkblaze (by grace of belonging here and knowing the territory) directed their path. He had a vague idea of where their target may be, words passed on by others and glances caught, and it seemed this was correct as cresting the hill the two saw what they came here for.

Coldamber was wrapping up a dream.

She'd get but a moment as Barkblaze held back to let the last of the living wisp away before a flicked tail indicated for Lichenflood to follow him and the two approached.
"Coldamber. Youve found yourself a neat little niche in your students and despite all odds havent given up even as they consistently dont shape up. I find myself impressed, if curious as to why."
Her words wouldnt really effect much, the council had reached a decision on her fate, but the two toms wouldnt really be wardens if they did not needle and pry and Barkblaze knew Lichenflood would have words of his own.

@taillow @Abyssopelagic

[taillow]

Lichenflood - Dark Forest Spirit - Ancient WindClan Warrior
large dark brown tabby with green eyes and a white muzzle and chest.

He hated this place more than anything, but alas there was a task that required his presence and it was none other than Barkblaze who was his companion. Lichenflood didn't really have an issue with the ancient medicine cat - they were at least from the same Clan. The large tabby gave a grunt in acknowledgement. "Magpiewisp seems wrapped up in RiverClan affairs lately - although I don't know why he keeps wasting his time with that fatuous group of rogues. Let them sink for all I care." That wasn't even a Clan in his eyes anymore. To the rest of what the StarClanner said he just shrugged. "You might have stars in your fur and I, shadows in mine. But we're the same when it comes to Clan loyalty."

Worded faded to the wayside now as the two spirits set their sights on none other than Coldamber. Another WindClanner, and one that Lichenflood had been curious about. A cat whose familiar connections had extended past her own Clan while she had been alive. "As do I. You treat them much like a mother would her children... your commitment to them never wavering. Do you never tire?" His voice was deep and low as he stopped beside Barkblaze, peering at the former medicine cat with narrowed green eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face.

[ Barkblaze - @Rani ] [ Coldamber - @Abyssopelagic ]

[Abyssopelagic]

The once Medicine Cat heard the approaching paw steps before she saw who approached her. She didn't even glance in their direction, instead choosing to take her last few seconds of silence and the illusion of being alone before finally levelling her amber gaze to the toms.
She recognized them, of course.
It was hard not to know who the Wardens were, the keepers of the Covenant of the Sky, with all the whispered rumors that ran rampant. A recent faction, from what she had heard. Cats who were displeased with the disruption of the balance between life and death. She had to wonder, then, what they were doing here, and why they were speaking to her.
The surprise was not that they had found her. Truly, anyone who paid attention to when she disappeared would know she came to this spot every time she summoned the living to visit her. Surely, much of StarClan knew of her hideaway by now.
With as secretive as the Covenant was, she could only come to one conclusion: she had, somehow, drawn their attention. Whether for better or for worse had yet to be seen. Perhaps her attempts were considered meddling by their standards and they wished her to cease operations.
This suspicion did not dampen as the two spoke, one donning the familiar star-speckled pelt, the other, with shadows that cling where they rest on his form.
As her gaze slide over them both, names came her mind: Barkblaze and Lichenflood.
If her memory proved correct, both were ancestors of WindClan. Lichenflood she knew without a shadow of a doubt; Barkblaze was harder to tell, but she recognized a healer when she saw one.
She couldn't be sure what it was about him that gave him away. Perhaps it was a combination of things so small, it was hard to explain.
Their stories, however, she did not know properly. No one seemed to. If anyone did, she hadn't spoken to them, or they were equally as secretive about their connection to any of them, possibly not even knowing that someone they once knew was so important now.

Her suspicions rose as the toms questioned her, and the specificities of the questions that came. She allowed herself several long moments to think, and formulate a response. If she left them waiting for longer than expected, she would not apologize for it, for they had asked many personal questions that were deeply personal to her.
She was unsure about how much of the truth she wished to extend to her visitors, should extend to them, especially as she did not know the true nature of this visit.

In the end, she could not find it in herself to try to filter through the noise in her head. There were so many reasons, but some were more important to her than others and she was.... Tired.
Having so many cats in one dream and then shaping the landscape had been more tiring than she had thought to be. And she'd believed growing and entire tree to be her Magnum Opus of accomplishments. She was pushing her limits in ways she didn't realize until after, and was left drained.
But it made her stronger, and it was something she was proud of.
"I teach them, because if I do not, who will? Who will teach them when their mentors abandon them, and the sky does not answer their calls?
It is a struggle I understand, one I experienced myself, and do not wish upon these... Children. The living have shown many times that they .... Are not always reliable. And it has not changed since I was alive."
She made a vague gesture, with RiverClan in mind. At least the others had not followed their trend of thrusting such responsibilities upon the youth they were meant to protect.
Snakeheart, Fawnlight, Stonepaw, Tansypaw.... So many lives permanently altered by the choice of making them Medicine Cats, and none for the best. It was too many young lives they could not fix again. Too many young lives failed by a system that should have been fixed after Fawnlight. A system that should have recognized how terribly they made them struggle, and loved them enough to ease those pains.
"I remember what it did to myself, what it did to Snakeheart. And we'd been worse off for being left alone. The children do not deserve it, their Clan does not deserve it.
When my mind was clear enough to put together the fragmented pieces of my past, I vowed to never let another Medicine Cat struggle the way I had. I vowed that they would never walk alone, for I would be there. I would answer their calls, their needs. The stars have been quiet for long enough."
Coldamber's amber gaze flickers between the cats in front of her, as if waiting for some sort of backlash. She expected it.
It always came.
Idealistic, delusional, foolish.
She was all of these things, she supposed, to love someone who spit in her face when she couldn't live up to their expectations. But she did, and she knew that would not be changing anytime soon.
"That alone is enough to keep me going, and I have.... I have made progress, have I not?
Cowtuft was good for WindClan for a time. I will always regret I'd not been paying attention when the end came, but he taught Lightningstorm, and Lightning has managed to stand strong despite it all. I am hoping she will be around long enough to prove this cycle to be broken. And if it is not, I will guide them once again until it is, until we can fix this.
Elmshadow, too proved he was different. Though his time with Larkfire was brief, he passed along what he knew. And now she teaches another. They have not remained as long, but it is progress. I am proud of them for every bit they make."
By now, she recognized the curiosity was not malicious, and felt far more confident and comfortable being open about her feelings. She could speak of Springlight and Drizzlecloud, but it was... Not the same.
They'd come into this role together, as she and Snailswirl had. Until one passed and the other showed they would remain to pass along their knowledge, there was no way to truly know if she had made a break through with ThunderClan, but she held a thin shred of hope for them.

With Barkblaze's query was mostly answered, she now turned to face Lichenflood.
"Of course I tire, but mostly to see the same mistakes repeated time and again. It is the success I've seen take root and grow in the other Clan's that I never gave up on RiverClan. They didn't deserve to be given up on just because it was more difficult."
She'd contemplated it many times, wondered if she was even truly making an impact on those she visited, and wanted to scream and cry and wail with every cat that vanished, every soul that was taken and broken by the harsh responsibilities of the position. An anguish to watch another child have the life sucked from them as the weigh of it all settled upon them, crushing them.
"It is hard not to love someone you know suffers in ways you once have. Sometimes, though, I want more immediate results.... Just to reassure me that I'm making that impact. Sometimes it's easy to not see the small changes you foster."

But she doubted they were here to listen to a soft hearted thing ramble about her feelings. They were not here because they cared in a true capacity.
She'd answered their questions, and now she had questions of her own.
"Though I suspect you are not here because you worry for my sanity. Your lot are too secretive for that."
She paused, eyes boring into the two of them.
"Why are you here, truly?"

[ @Rani , @taillow ]