✿｡°°｡✿ they. . them ➔ short yet muscular brown feline with darker brown flecks and back. they have a white underbelly and and a stubbed tail. their fur is fluffy and they have orange eyes.
// @Starfall
Asterdance had gotten used to the whole being... dead thing. That was the cycle of life, they supposed. Everyone would be gone eventually, and they had always been running on expired time. Still, StarClan was rather lonely without their clanmates. Er, the ones they knew in their living life at least. Cindersky was here and while she was pretty cool, she wasn't.. Bushtuft or Bumblestar. Nor was she one of her siblings.
The bobtail tried to keep themself busy with messing about with the living world. Small ways — try to support ThunderClan silently from the grave whilst causing inconvenience for the other clans. It was amusing, really. They never tried anything like ,, the storm. (In fact, Asterdance didn't have much of a clue how they had managed to do so. They had felt so panicked at the idea of their brother dying ,, )
Which speaking of their brother - they wanted to try and send him something. They hadn't tried to yet, shamefully, but Whisperingwolf's words echoed throughout their head and they didn't want to hurt him. Didn't want to hurt Roseraven, either. Asterdance simply wanted him to know that they were there. And he was never truly alone.
They leaned down to wrap their jaws around the stem of a large, purple aster flower and plucked it from the ground. It was the first thing they had ever given to Spiderthroat. (Not exact, of course, but close enough.) It was a bit silly - how it just happened to be an aster flower of all things.
They sat down, shuffling the flower closer before closing their eyes. The tug was quicker to access now. The sparks inside them ignited and Asterdance reached forward. They couldn't .. force reality to shift. It was more of a,, suggestion. Really. The moment they detected a small rift, they pushed the flower to and sent it on its merry way to Spiderthroat.
Their eyes fluttered open, a pleased noise escaping them at the lack of evidence. Success!!
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->> fognettle <<-
[ he/him | starclan warrior, formerly rc | 34moons at death ]
lilac point tom with blue eyes
being dead..a weird thing..fognettle still couldnt really wrap his head around it, being amongst the stars rather than turning brilliant blue eyes skywards to watch his ancestors shine and sparkle and watch him from above.
he felt weirdly floating, disconnected, it made sense, his body was still somewhere in the outskirts. fognettle shivered, he didnt want to think about the things ghost might've done to his body after everything went black.
there was regret, heavy saturated regret for all he had done..all he hadnt done..all he was supposed to do but never did.
there was doubt. had he lived a good life? had been been a good cat? one would think ending up in the place amongst the stars would make that question useless. rhetorical.
but fognettle couldnt help but wonder. who decided their fate?..and why had he been chosen for this place even after all he'd done..all he hadnt done.
starry, blue eyes lifted from the ground in front of translucent lilac paws, why was it all peace here but below the clans fought teeth and claw?
how was it fair to let their children, their loved ones and the innocent, wander through life without answers. how was it fair to watch the bloodshed, as if there wasnt room for unity.
fognettle felt heavy with guilt and somber.
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Re: StarClan Camp
Riverwhisper - StarClan Warrior
Riverwhisper woke up with a start. No. He couldn't be dead. His mate was expecting his kits, damn it! He stumbled to the nearest cat, collapsing at their paws. "Do you know how I can get back?" he gasped, looking up with desperation in his eyes. "Please. I need to get back," he begged.
Please know that this is general and some posts may come early or late!
leopard. trampled this place with cats | Rat(e)piales launches rats onto this sig |
Rose side-eyed the cats and rats. Was she here because her name was Kat? | oakcrane graffitis "oakcrane wuz here" everywhere | pinto bean tells a hampter to walk all over your keyboard | Myling un-un-un-unevaporates here, sees the cats and rats, unmanifests, snatches some birbs, reappears and adds them to the pile | Snowheart promptly dumps a huge pile of snow on top of the cats, rats, hampters, and birbs. (and everything else), but they survive |
Riverwhisper woke up with a start. No. He couldn't be dead. His mate was expecting his kits, damn it! He stumbled to the nearest cat, collapsing at their paws. "Do you know how I can get back?" he gasped, looking up with desperation in his eyes. "Please. I need to get back," he begged.
->> fognettle <<-
[ he/him | starclan warrior, formerly rc | 34moons at death ]
lilac point tom with blue eyes
fognettle took note of another warrior flowly flickering in and out of existence before fully materialising nearby, they carried the same unsure starry glow and translucency that fognettle himself did. he had seen some starclan cats look a lot more..well..one shouldnt really call it alive, but they looked less milky and more like they probably had in life. the warrior seemed upset, fear and the starry reminder of blood seemingly pulsing off his silvery tabbied fur, fognettle couldnt help but remain still, he had paused in his track when the flickering began and he had still not quite wrapped his head around the apperant fact that he had just witnessed a death. "i do not." he replied simply, head moving into the slightest shake, starry bright blue eyes shining with pity but also acceptance for his own demise. "im just another starclan warrior, i do not posses the ability to send you back, im sorry"
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Please know that this is general and some posts may come early or late!
leopard. trampled this place with cats | Rat(e)piales launches rats onto this sig |
Rose side-eyed the cats and rats. Was she here because her name was Kat? | oakcrane graffitis "oakcrane wuz here" everywhere | pinto bean tells a hampter to walk all over your keyboard | Myling un-un-un-unevaporates here, sees the cats and rats, unmanifests, snatches some birbs, reappears and adds them to the pile | Snowheart promptly dumps a huge pile of snow on top of the cats, rats, hampters, and birbs. (and everything else), but they survive |
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Moonkit
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| She/her | 1 Moon - 0 Moons at birth |
"Love you to the moon and back!"
Moonkit found herself curled up in a ball in a place that she couldn't see, her eyes were clenched closed and she found herself scared. She dodn't even know what emotions were, existence and it was already stolen away from her in a cruel twist of fate and now poor little Moonkit was all alone. She cried out, for her mom, for anyone, for anything. She was so scared and she doesn't even know what to do with herself. Everything is cold and even though some part of her wanted to calm down and then see that everything was okay, the louder more distressed part of her only wailed more and more for someone to find and comfort her in the stars that would be her forever home and she would know nothing more would she? Moonkit curled up tighter and continued her wailing though it was all wordless as she mourned a life she didn't even know.
S T A R R Y S M O K E
She/Her - 21 Moons at death - Queen
Purrks: N/A
Plump gray molly with white
specks and blue eyes
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Once Starrysmoke closed her eyes, she felt the warmth fading from her. She blinked her eyes open, finding herself in a starry ground. Almost as soon as she arrived, she heard a wailing sound, from a kit. Quickly, the molly shot up, rushing over to the kit.
Oh.
This was her kit. The former shadowclanner curled up around the kit, who never got to experience a single breath. "It's okay, sweetness. Mama's here. Mama is here. You're gonna be alright, my precious. I promise," she purred, forcing herself to stay calm. she had left behind her other four kits against her own will, she would at least spend time with this one. Her blue eyes gazed at her kit, names going through her mind. "Moonkit," she purred at last. "My darling Moonkit, I promise that everything is going to be fine," she whispered softly, curling her tail around the kitten.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Crowkit existed. The kit wondered why she had had to be stillborn. Her siblings were all apprentices now and she wished that she had gotten a chance to be one too. But no, she had been stillborn. She didn't have any family members in StarClan that she knew of. Unlike Horsekit, who had her dad. The other kit had also been stillborn, but seemed happy, unlike Crowkit. She just wished she had gotten a chance to live. But no, she had never been alive. She often envied her siblings and the other young cats she watched growing up from StarClan. Unlike her they had gotten a chance. She hadn't even gotten to take her first breath. She knew she shouldn't envy them but it was hard not to when they had gotten a chance to live. She wished she had but she hadn't. It wasn't fair. Why did she never get a chance to live, while almost everyone else did? She didn't know. She just didn't know.
Birdsong played with Horsekit, his stillborn daughter.
Horsekit giggled as her dad played with her.
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S T A R R Y S M O K E
She/Her - 21 Moons at death - Queen
Purrks: N/A
Plump gray molly with white
specks and blue eyes
╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝
Once Starrysmoke closed her eyes, she felt the warmth fading from her. She blinked her eyes open, finding herself in a starry ground. Almost as soon as she arrived, she heard a wailing sound, from a kit. Quickly, the molly shot up, rushing over to the kit.
Oh.
This was her kit. The former shadowclanner curled up around the kit, who never got to experience a single breath. "It's okay, sweetness. Mama's here. Mama is here. You're gonna be alright, my precious. I promise," she purred, forcing herself to stay calm. she had left behind her other four kits against her own will, she would at least spend time with this one. Her blue eyes gazed at her kit, names going through her mind. "Moonkit," she purred at last. "My darling Moonkit, I promise that everything is going to be fine," she whispered softly, curling her tail around the kitten.
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Moonkit
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| She/her | 1 Moon - 0 Moons at birth |
"Love you to the moon and back!"
Mama! Oh it was her mom! The little kit allowed herself to be soothed by her mother's words and she pushed up against the molly's fur. It felt cold still, in her heart, perhaps this place... being curled up at her mom's side with her tail at her back, there are supposed to be others here. Something the kit instinctively knew despite being so young. Well... she didn't realize that that was what was bugging her now that she had her mom, she only knew that the stars still felt misplaced, that something was wrong. Though the kitten wouldn't know for some time what that was. Wails turned to sniffles slowly and the kit waited for her mom to say something more, to comfort her, to tell her what was going on... but for the moment, the little kit had no words to speak her endless questions. So she would only have to wait, at her mother's side, for her mind to fully calm from her death so quick.
Re: StarClan Camp
