Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness (Post 94654) 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

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness (Post 94797) 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.

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness (Post 94825) “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.

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness (Post 95019) 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.

Originally Posted by Tiny Moony (Post 95169) 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.

Originally Posted by Tiny Moony (Post 95315) "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.

Originally Posted by Tiny Moony (Post 95837) 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..."

@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.

Originally Posted by Duskflight (Post 96565) @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.

Originally Posted by fenic! (Post 96646) 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?"

Originally Posted by # Hashtag (Post 101374) 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!

Originally Posted by Pink Orca! (Post 101593) 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."

Originally Posted by # Hashtag (Post 102416) 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?"

Originally Posted by Pink Orca! (Post 102527) 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."

Originally Posted by # Hashtag (Post 102542) 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..."

Originally Posted by Pink Orca! (Post 102567) 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?"

Originally Posted by # Hashtag (Post 102570) She paused," Yes. But I still doubt I'll redeem myself and if I can't then what's the point of trying too?"

Originally Posted by Pink Orca! (Post 102583) 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?"

Originally Posted by # Hashtag (Post 102586) She was startled and scrambled back up," Wow! But u got a good point...,"

Originally Posted by Pink Orca! (Post 102588) Sndpaw laughed at her suprise, but suddenly her expression went serious. "Promise me that your won't forget this when you wake up."

Originally Posted by # Hashtag (Post 102610) She nodded," I won't, I promise..."

Originally Posted by Duskflight (Post 97704) 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?"

Originally Posted by Lunacross (Post 106121) @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.

Originally Posted by Lunacross (Post 107311) @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.