"Hope that wasn't too cryptic for 'em," Jaystride said with a shake of his pelt. Dream hopping was kinda itchy! "Those two kids seemed kinda lost, huh?" If a plague didn't smarten them though, nothing would. ThunderClan had a rough time ahead - rougher than many of their past challenges.
Part of the former ThunderClan leader worried over just how young these new medicine cats were for the Clan, which is probably why she had stayed as long as the stars had allowed her to, offering them a kind smile and warm look. Cindersky knew better than to underestimate Bumblestar, because at least these young ones would be growing up in a ThunderClan that cared for its youth.
"I have faith they will be able to untangle the mess of omens," the silver dappled she-cat mused, glancing at her companion as they appeared back in the skies. "But yes, they did appear a bit... unsure of everything." Her worry betrayed her as she glanced behind her once again. "But they are ThunderClan; greatness is in their blood. I am sure with the help of the cats mentioned in the prophecy, they will all come out of this unscathed - and for the better."
"You're beginning to sound like an elder, Cinds." It wasn't without amusement - Jaystride thought the 'wise spirit' talk was funny and so in-line with her. She was always a smart cat, her self-isolation in death just made her come back... more wizardy.
"Well, regardless of their uncertainty Bumblestar's gonna whip 'em into shape real fast. If they can't keep up, she ain't gonna tolerate it." It reminded him .. of someone, though he pushed the thought aside. These kids had a better start, a thousand times over - if they faltered it would be different.
Stars, he wished that damned badger hadn't cornered him. If he could experience ThunderClan as-present... it'd be like a dream come true. Who woulda thought one of the kids they looked after could go on to bring stability to their broken Clan?
A shake of his head. Then, Jaystride reached to bop Cinds on her nose before he took off. "Last one to the Windtorn Oak is a rotten egg!"
[Blazingstar]
Former Leader of WindClan
No Purrks
Large paws tread carefully alongside the border. There'd been break-ins and he could see the barrier thinning slowly. It was quite worrying and most of StarClan didn't seem to care. However, Blazingstar wasn't here today for that, no. He was seeking someone. Curious to have a conversation with him. He wanted answers, if he could even pry answers out of him. Surely, the strange warrior would be around here somewhere...
✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars
╭₊˚purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge, kitty softpaws ₊˚੭ ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @/open 2 both df cats or stc cats wanting to help.. one of them lol ||
He never tried to go close to StarClan's border. He heard of the whispers of it being ripped, slowly splitting apart; flickering in and out. He did not want to see the faces of bystanders, could not fathom truly meeting the stars he had spent idolizing for the majority of his short life. Who had left WindClan to suffer again and again. Expect, it is that mere reason that brings Cowtuft near. The flames that had started to effulge their territory again. He had tried to -- do something. To break the lines between the dead and the alive, to fulfil the stories he had heard. Stars, it wasn't exactly easy per se when you were on the run.
Large paws slammed against the ground, mismatched irises looking back behind him. Water dripped down his long, fluffy fur as his pupils dilated with fear once it caught onto the white and brown splotched tom. His sinister grin gleaming in the light as he let out a cackling laugh, as if this was a simple game Flickerlight couldn't bore of. He didn't understand his hatred, he hadn't done anything to the other, oh, not truly.
"Ooohh, Cooww!!!! WHEEERE we goin' this TIMEE?" Came the warrior cooing vindictively, and Cowtuft only turned away. His hindleg ached, difficult to run on three legs but — his home was in danger again. Lightningstorm, Twilightstar, Firestorm and her (,,many) kits — all of them.
A yelp escaped from the former medicine cat once numb frontpaws tripped over a rock, suddenly for a split second it felt as if his fur was on fire. he could Feel It Burn at the ends, his soul, he was dying - he was dying all over again. And then it stops, and suddenly Cowtuft is looking at bright, healthy green grass. Trees with leaves loom over him. He glances back, seeing Flickerlight had stopped at the other side of the border. Oh. Oh he was going to be sick.
Flickerlight cocked his head to the side, frowning at the situation before jumping at the border. He would launch himself over, only to be threw back a good tail-lengths. Cowtuft blinked rapidly, "Blehh, " he stuck his tongue out, finally feeling a brief moment of triumph over his tormentor. Which was short lasted when the Dark Forest warrior only stood back up and started to slice at the border wildly, ripping it further.
With a sharp squeak, Cowtuft is turning around and darting into the greener territory. Thank the stars, because it wasn't long before Flickerlight broke through into StarClan territory. Jeez!!!! He hoped their camp was close, or something. (and he hoped they could DO something. Or, at least - he would - destroy their camp. yeah, then they would HAVE to help,, somehow.)
✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars
╭₊˚purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge, kitty softpaws ₊˚੭ ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @/open 2 both df cats or stc cats wanting to help.. one of them lol ||
He never tried to go close to StarClan's border. He heard of the whispers of it being ripped, slowly splitting apart; flickering in and out. He did not want to see the faces of bystanders, could not fathom truly meeting the stars he had spent idolizing for the majority of his short life. Who had left WindClan to suffer again and again. Expect, it is that mere reason that brings Cowtuft near. The flames that had started to effulge their territory again. He had tried to -- do something. To break the lines between the dead and the alive, to fulfil the stories he had heard. Stars, it wasn't exactly easy per se when you were on the run.
Large paws slammed against the ground, mismatched irises looking back behind him. Water dripped down his long, fluffy fur as his pupils dilated with fear once it caught onto the white and brown splotched tom. His sinister grin gleaming in the light as he let out a cackling laugh, as if this was a simple game Flickerlight couldn't bore of. He didn't understand his hatred, he hadn't done anything to the other, oh, not truly.
"Ooohh, Cooww!!!! WHEEERE we goin' this TIMEE?" Came the warrior cooing vindictively, and Cowtuft only turned away. His hindleg ached, difficult to run on three legs but — his home was in danger again. Lightningstorm, Twilightstar, Firestorm and her (,,many) kits — all of them.
A yelp escaped from the former medicine cat once numb frontpaws tripped over a rock, suddenly for a split second it felt as if his fur was on fire. he could Feel It Burn at the ends, his soul, he was dying - he was dying all over again. And then it stops, and suddenly Cowtuft is looking at bright, healthy green grass. Trees with leaves loom over him. He glances back, seeing Flickerlight had stopped at the other side of the border. Oh. Oh he was going to be sick.
Flickerlight cocked his head to the side, frowning at the situation before jumping at the border. He would launch himself over, only to be threw back a good tail-lengths. Cowtuft blinked rapidly, "Blehh, " he stuck his tongue out, finally feeling a brief moment of triumph over his tormentor. Which was short lasted when the Dark Forest warrior only stood back up and started to slice at the border wildly, ripping it further.
With a sharp squeak, Cowtuft is turning around and darting into the greener territory. Thank the stars, because it wasn't long before Flickerlight broke through into StarClan territory. Jeez!!!! He hoped their camp was close, or something. (and he hoped they could DO something. Or, at least - he would - destroy their camp. yeah, then they would HAVE to help,, somehow.)
Stomach heaving Lightleap got up. She was new and had died pregnant and went to starclan early.
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PINEBERRY
My main cat.
Rank:queen
Gender:female
Mate:runningstorm
Sons: Sapkit and Needlekit
Daughter: Hollykit
Brother: Shadeheart
Sister in law:Redleaf
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The kit raised his eyebrows, studying Larkrise. She complimented their scars? Well, he was already inclined to try and let her into StarClan, and that made it even more likely. "Thanks. I think they look pretty cool myself." they said with a smirk.
He raised an eyebrow as she asked to let her in. "I could try." they mewed with a slight smile. He tried to claw the border to make the weaker parts crumble. Maybe they could let her in. After all, it was likely that a StarClan cat could grant access to a Dark Forest cat to get in. Maybe he'd have to convince the council, but he'd do that for Sparky. After a while of pushing and clawing one part, the border fell through a bit, a hole big enough for her to get through. "Try this. Climb through it." they half-grunted.
☆*: .｡. o The Butcherer, The Silencer, The Corruptor o .｡.:*☆
❧ Former Shadowclan Warrior
❧ Interaction and Content warning ↳ Spiderwisp often explores themes of
manipulation
mental health
and cannibalism
Interact at your own risk.
Oooh a new cat. One the butcherer hadn't seen before. Aaaaand she was immediately trying to leave. "Oh darlin' are you new 'round here? Why dont'cha stay a while?" Spiderwisp tilted his scarred head. "It's borin' on the Starclan side anyway. The veil's pretty broken over there if you still wanna leave."
His half tail, scarred and ripped off froam his many moons of warriorhood, flicked over to another portion of the veil. "I see some Starclan idiots comin' in over there every now and then. I've went in and peeked what goes on the other side, preeeeeeety borin' if I do say so myself." He was talking a lot wasn't he? To be fair, he doesn't get to talk to others much, and she didn't seem aggressive.... well... not yet.
"Really nothin' to do over there. Other than visitin' cats but, doubt any of them would be pleased with a Dark Forest cat talkin' to them." Ehhh if she did attack him, he wouldn't mind. Something to snack on would be nice... wait. That only worked for living cats he pulls into the dark forest. Dammit. Dead cats were all... misty. Like sure he can bite them but it's not like he'll get satisfaction from it, there was no real flesh to them. It didn't linger like the living do.
"Riddle me this, how long has it been since... let's see.. Icestar? Unfortunately, time is nearly untrackable here, darlin', so, how long's it been?" Last time he encountered someone new it was... about.. 20... no 30 moons after Icestar, if he remembered correctly. He didn't care enough about time anyway, "You know what, don't answer that. I don't care enough about that."
Huh. Well, wasn't this convenient? Lark watched passively as Otterkit began demolishing the border from their side on his own accord. Curiouser and curiouser. One corner of her maw tipped upward with satisfaction as Otterkit shredded the veil. On her behalf. Well then, she wouldn't complain. Lanky body fitting through the gap with ease, the grey molly shook out her tense leg as she stepped off of Dark Forest land and onto StarClan's grounds. It made no difference to her where she stood, nor did it make a difference to anyone else, but alas.
A voice on the other side caught her attention momentarily, and Larkrise paused to look over her shoulder at the grey tom. She eyed him for a couple moments, wondering if he'd try to stop her. Ancient or not, most of these cats were or had become lazy lumps after passing - Lark would beat them into the ground if they tried to cross her. A slow grin lifting her lips upward, Lark sauntered back over to the border and leaned in to answer the stranger's question.
"Perhaps if you bothered to look beneath your own paws, darling," she echoed the sentiment he'd offered her. "You'd be aware that Dawnstar now rules over ShadowClan. Riddle that yourself." He'd retracted his question, but she didn't particularly care. Just as her blunt words held no emotion behind them unless she was forced to feel the emotion.
Clicking her tongue, the former Medicine Cat drew back, shooting Otterkit a brief glance as she wandered past him into StarClan territory. "You know where camp is, kid?" She could find it on her own, probably, but if the kid was willing, why not use the resources she'd so generously been provided? Pausing briefly, Lark cocked her head, glancing back over her shoulder. "And it's Larkrise, if you must know." Her mother had refused to give her her name - so Lark would take it.
Okay then. Neither Otterkit nor the other cat cared to stop her, so Lark had continued on her own, roaming StarClan's territory. Nobody would quite realize that she wasn't fully meant to be here . . . alone. Wandering around without a chaperone. Until Wolverine decided he didn't want to sulk anymore or something. Time to track down the cats she was here to find. Which would be a tad difficult, considering Lark had been walking for a good long while.
Silverlark.
Daykit.
Fallenpaw.
StarClan was, safe to say, one of the largest territories Lark had ever come across. No worries. Lark was just as stubborn as she was determined. This starry playground wouldn't stop her from finding the cats she sought.
[Blazingstar]
Former Leader of WindClan
No Purrks
Large paws tread carefully alongside the border. There'd been break-ins and he could see the barrier thinning slowly. It was quite worrying and most of StarClan didn't seem to care. However, Blazingstar wasn't here today for that, no. He was seeking someone. Curious to have a conversation with him. He wanted answers, if he could even pry answers out of him. Surely, the strange warrior would be around here somewhere...
Misty scraps of ruptured veil stained his claws and littered the rotten ground by his paws. Destroying this wretched thing made vileness swirl in the pit of his stomach, and he had emptied its contents several times already. The way the power of the stars seemed to worm its way through his veins was truly sickening.
But it was also strangely addicting. Power he could neither comprehend nor even begin to manifest, ripped to shreds by his claws and teeth... there was nothing more exhilarating, except for the rending of flesh in his jaws. He lifted his head as the most recent round of retching ceased, mad giggling falling from his tongue. "They'll see, they'll see, they'll SEE-"
Oh.
A visitor.
Long, tattered ears twitched, and Bogtumble allowed his good eye to swivel in its socket and land on Blazingstar through the newest tear of the veil. "Hello," he cooed. "Come to apologize for so rudely driving me out of the sun?"
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Dark Forest Resident. She/Her. 42 Moons (32 at death)
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Going pass the border between Starclan and the Dark Forest was way too easy by this point. If they don't repair it, it's just gonna disappear all together with all the dark forest cats trying to take it down. But for her, this was a good thing. She had no reason to be in starclan. She had no reason for her little field trip. She wouldn't give a crap about anyone she may have known in her life. She already forgotten about them anyway. At least the ones that're good enough to even make it in Starclan. She was here just to further deteriorate Starclan. She was here just out of spite. Her dark furred paws stepped through the starry grounds, her tail swaying behind. If anyone wanted to stop her she could always just come back since no one seems to be fixing the border anytime soon
Re: StarClan Territory
