StarClan Territory

[Minku]

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Silentmew
Dark Forest Resident. She/Her. 42 Moons (32 at death)
Nightmare Fuel T1

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The dark spirit wandered the territory, having been trapped on the wrong side of the border ever since it’s repair. Was she gonna spend her time here stuck in the stars until someone comes for her? The lack of light shimmering in her pelt stuck out like a sore thumb in the starry realms. If she were to go back, she’ll have to be forced to. Guess the starry gods didn’t think that one out huh? She didn’t see any other dark forest spirits roaming the stars. It was her until she sees someone else. It felt sort of sickening once she thought about it more, being stuck in a place of spirits who’re obviously living a better than her. How unfair, it’s not like some of them haven’t killed a cat or two either. But here they are. She really wanted to see if she could break the barrier again just to spite these oh-so-great cats

[Idiotic.Bean101]

art by @/babysith
Duskpaw-She/Her
9 Moons Living, 0 Moons deceased


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Duskpaw's eyes fluttered open in a...
Woah, what is this place?

The apprentice looked around, curious.
This is a weird dream, huh?

Well, might as well explore before she wakes up!


[OPEN]

[Star]

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Mapledawn
Dilute calico she-cat with amber and blue heterochromia and a maple leaf tucked behind her ear.
She/Her | 27 Moons at death | StarClan Resident [Formerly ThunderClan] | Shy and friendly
#MapleAfterlife ]

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

Poor thing. Such a young apprentice, lost to an unknown cause too early. Mapledawn's pale, starry pelt shone as she stepped closer to the newly deceased apprentice.

"Hello, dear. What's your name?" She spoke softly, tail swaying idly behind her. "Do you... Know why you are here?" She didn't want to freak them out... Not just yet.

{ @Idiotic.Bean101 - Duskpaw }

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[Idiotic.Bean101]

art by @/babysith
Duskpaw-She/Her
9 Moons Living, 0 Moons Deceased


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Hm?
Some pretty cat had come up to her.
She couldn't exactly make out a specific scent right now.
Probably 'cause it's a dream, obviously.

"Yeah, 'cause this is like... a weird dream?" Her ears then perked "Wait when you're dreaming are you supposed to tell the cats in your dreams that you know it's a dream?"

This dream is... bright?
That's the best way she can describe it.


@Star

[kairosclerosis]

THE QUASAR
WHITE CAT. TALL. LONG-FURRED. BLUE GLOW OBSCURING EYES. FADING STARRY FUR.
??? MOONS - STARCLAN(?) - THEY/IT
WORLDWEAVER T1, NIGHTMARE FUEL T1, KITTY SOFTPAWS
21/75

The Quasar sat near a tree, absolutely DEVOURING a mouse.

[open!]

[crow.]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Tragedy ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
《☆| Moxie |☆》
☆ Show Me A Hero ☆
☆ I Shall Show You A Tragedy ☆
!!WARNING!!
☆He/They/She/It • Starclan • Goober☆
Worldweaver T1 • Nightmare Fuel T1 • Heightened Perception: Whiskers/Touch • Ultimate Predator
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☆Deep Into That Darkness Peering☆
☆I Stood There Wondering, Fearing☆
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Moxie trotted along the territory, the odd-patterned cat's tail flicking. It hummed to itself some weird off-beat tune.

@seeingstars

[Minku]

…Soaringpaw…
STc. She/Her. 12 Moons at death
No Purrks
“Who have I become and who will I ever be?”

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And in the end, maybe she was right afterall. That she’d be next in line.

How much time has past. How much days, she wasn’t counting. It was recent, and she could still feel it. Feel the water between her fur. Feel the Wɒtɘɿ destroying her from the inside.

There she sat quietly.

Now death wasn’t so bad, is it?

There she sat there quietly, unbeknownst to anyone in Яivɘɿɔlɒn that she had perished. So. She. She’s living what used to be her nightmare. It’s here, now. No one’s looking for her, and no one will, will they? She’s surrounded with stars that shimmer. But what was the point in all of this, to make someone feel better that they died and could easily be replaced?
No one bothered, or would bother. And unless she musters the courage to get up and tell someone. No one will ever know. No one alive will ever find her. No one. For all the know. She’s gone. She left. Without a trace. Maybe abandoned the clan. Without a trace of her ever existing. Ever joining. In the first place

…she thought in life she was rather isolated. The afterlife. That’s not going to change, is it? If anything. She doesn’t need to do anything anymore. She doesn’t need to work. To show her face. Cause all her work already vanished in the snap of a finger, a fall into water. The place is endless, isn’t it? Endless of places to vanish. To hide. For what? Eternity? What else is she supposed to do? It’s not like she has any special wisdom or power to effect the living.

[Closed]

[Star]

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H҉a҉w҉k҉p҉a҉w҉
Dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with faint, glowing pale green eyes
She/Her | 17 Moons at Death | 0 Moons in Death | + every 15th | StarClan Resident | BLIND
[ #FlyBirdieFly ]

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

Strangely, H҉a҉w҉k҉p҉a҉w҉ knew exactly what had happened when she opened her eyes. It was strange. Quite strange. Usually cats wouldn't know of their death... Would they? But something was missing. A crucial part of her. Her vision, usually clear and sharp, was clouded by a haze. This wasn't supposed to happen. Why couldn't she see? What was happening? Where- she knew where she was- she just could not see where she was. Growing frantic, H҉a҉w҉k҉p҉a҉w҉ whipped around, blindly stumbling around like a kit learning to walk. She wasn't used to this. She's never been blind. But Dusk- Hazycry has.
... Hazy.

Her sister.

She left her.

...

She left her.

No. No. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

She needed to get back. Now. She couldn't just leave Dusky like that. She can't. She's all alone now. H҉a҉w҉k҉p҉a҉w҉ sprinted to a... A certain direction, body slamming against something solid. She let out a frustrated growl, tail lashing angrily.
Feel. Feel the world around- how did Dusky do it all these moons? How would she ever get used to this?

... What would she ever do?

{OPEN? owo}

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[nyme]

IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE
AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY

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GOLDENPAW . HE/SHE/THEY . STARCLAN; FORMER THUNDERCLANNER
WORLDWEAVER T1

It's been...

what.

What has it been?


A while. And that's stretching the entire concept.

He knows: he had had a plan, in life. He knows he had carried it with him into death. He knows that...something about the forever-long streeeeetch of eternity......has a funny way of diverting even the best-laid plans.

And it hasn't even been that long.

But she's still got the same face she had when she died. It'll never change. And time here doesn't quite refect the time there, way — down — there, where she's made visits when she could but. Well. It's not like there's anybody waiting to see her again. Her failure to see those plans theough in life has made them exceptionally hard to fulfill in death.

But on occasion, Goldenpaw remembers how it felt to know that he needed to make someone his friend. Times like this, for instance. Times like this it all comes rushing back.

And then their latest target rushes right into them.

Goldenpaw's always been a pretty solid cat, but the weight of this stranger's panic is more than enough to send them bouncing mostly-harmless across star-dusted ground. It punches a wild laugh out, too; when was the last time something so fun had happened to them?

"Gooood mornin', sunshine!" He chokes out, rolling and stopping and righting himself. He'd be struggling to breathe around his laughter if he had need of air. "You late for somethin', buddy?"

@Star ; HAWKPAW

[Star]

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Moonrisekit
Patched tortoiseshell tabby she-cat with pale mint eyes and scattered white spotting.
She/Her | Stillborn | StarClan Kit | Quiet, reserved, joyful, and has that kit-like charm and creativity.

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. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

Wandering around StarClan was fun. Sure, she knew nobody except for good ol' Maple|dawn, but that was fine. Suuuure she knew nothing about what her life was like before she'd unfortunately ended up in the stars, but that was... Well... That was not okay. What kind of cat forgets who they were before they were born? That's just crazy. She didn't even know if Moonrisekit was even her name. Maple|dawn had given her that name. The kind she-cat taught her all about the Clans, assuming she'd come from one of them. How did she know? And why was that whenever she was looking away, she'd catch a glimpse of someone that looks almost just like her?

They were never looking at her. That made her sad. She was worth looking at! Maybe... It was herself? But... Duller? Their pelt wasn't as pretty as hers but she could tolerate it. She'd tried to talk to it multiple times, to no avail.

So now the kit skipped around the StarClan territory, softly humming to herself. She hoped she could see that strange cat again today. Maybe this time it'll talk to her!

{OPEN}

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