StarClan Territory

[kairosclerosis]

Originally Posted by Rowan

◇Vixen◇
~The Sly Fox~
Posts: 5 | Female | … Moons | Dark Forest | #vixenbeingdead
Purrks: None
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Vixen let out a sly, dark giggle, purely proud of herself. The chains from hell were loosening. She was starting to get away and drift from the Dark Forest. She had stood at the border before but this…this was the first time she got further than that. All her steps felt lighter. It was…shockingly beautiful up her….and Vixen wanted…no…NEEDED more.

She…hopefully would not be caught quote yet. She wanted to explore the stars. The stars that she and the rest of the Dark Forest would soon steal and walk about as their new home.

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

The Quasar smirked at the Dark Forest cat. Thought she was so smart trampling all over Starclan. Well, that was its own job, to intrude. Couldn’t just snatch that job from it! Highly disrespectful, really. Maybe it’d give her a spook and she’d go running back.
It approached the she-cat.
“Hello.” It uttered in it’s normal garbled tone to the other cat.

[Star]

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Daykit
A small, brown kit with darker brown patches and white underbelly and paws. He has glassy orange and green eyes.
He/They | ??? Moons | StarClan Kit | Curious and honest to a fault
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

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Daykit paces around the territory, flatly ignoring anyone who came his way. He was going to find a way to get to the Dark Forest. He WILL. He has to. It's possible, is it not? IT IS, AND HE IS GOING TO. He furiously speeds up his pace, though his expression stayed strangely neutral. He had to get there.

{OPEN!}
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[Rowan]

◇Vixen◇
~The Sly Fox~
Posts: 20 | Female | 50 Dead//25 Living Moons | #vixenbeingdead
Purrks: Worldweaver T1
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”Hm?” her yellow gaze snapped to a bright-white…StarClan cat? Ahh…a sly grin spread across her face as she inspected it. “Hello dear! Who may you be?~” she questioned, her tail swaying behind her and her eyes remained wide and intrigued.


@kairosclerosis

[dino.]

[ Open post for any StC cat ]

He'd grown lazy and he had done nothing. He was becoming one of those star-furred rats, as much as he loathed to admit it, lounging on his bottom and staring at the sky instead of doing something (if one could really consider losing his starsdamned mind doing nothing).

Every trip he took to the border revealed that the gaps were not resealing. Every tear in the veil from his claws, or perhaps the claws of others, rendered it weaker and weaker, almost in mere tatters now instead of the solid shimmering wall it had once been. At first it had only been an outlet for him, but now he had a true goal in mind: shred the whole damned thing apart. If he could not return to the living world, if the so-called glorious Council insisted on shutting him out at every turn (with the exceptions of very few), then his actions were no longer just for their attention. They were a message. He no longer cared about returning to WindClan.

He didn't find himself as sick now after swiping his claws through the congealed starlight. Weakness made his limbs shaky and his head would often pound, but the spells of retching his empty guts out had stopped. With his single working pupil shrunk to near nothingness, Bogtumble slipped through a gap onto StarClan's side, found an empty spot, and began to tear.

[nyme]

SHOULD'VE BEEN A ROCKSTAR

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REDFACE . 28 MOONS AT DEATH . HE/HIM . FORMERLY WINDCLAN

"Woahwoahwoah hey, guy, let's leave it like we found it!"

Not that Bogtumble would have found it in any great state to begin with—just what is going on, here? What is this guy's problem? Can't have anything nice!—but Redface doesn't have the heart to be nasty about this great act of cosmic vandalism. You can't usually berate bad cats into acting better. Probably you can't gentle-mentor many of them, either, but he figures it's worth a shot.

"Ain't really fair to be all rippin' and tearin' on something if we can't fix it up just as easily. Looks like rubbish, now. Nobody likes that." Maybe someone, somewhere has an idea of how to undo all the holes punched into the ether by this and other bored baddies but that someone isn't Redface. The tom ambles on over, easy as a sunny afternoon. Guy beating up on the veil over here (and getting up to all sorts of mischief evidently) looks wicked gnarly but what's the worst that can happen? Danger is a faraway concept in this place. "Hold up. You think I can just pat it back into shape? How's this junk even work?" Bogtumble is looked to as the subject matter expert here, even though he's very clearly only interested in pulling things apart rather than sticking them back together. Redface sees no harm in asking anyway.

@Dino ; BOGTUMBLE

[Snowytail]

Lynxkit

Hewwo? He asks vixen.
“You look like momma..” he says
@Rowan he’s starclan

[Diamondfur]

bluekit

she-kit|THC|2 moons|blueish grey she kit w/ blue eyes|new to starclan

bluekit walks through the territory "what is this place?' she thinks.

"wow so pritty." she mumbles to herself thinking no one heard her


[open]

[iliri]

Spring
long-furred oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2
she/her | stc member | 25 moons at death [26 moons]

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Light. That was the first thing she saw shortly after dying. It wasn’t the harsh, blinding kind of light that she might have imagined, nor was it the warm and welcoming glow she had heard stories about as a young kit. Instead, it was soft, ethereal, shimmering faintly like dew on a spider’s web in the early dawn. It stretched endlessly around her, neither bright nor dim, bathing everything in a strange, otherworldly glow. For a moment, Spring thought she might still be dreaming, caught in the haze between life and death. But the silence—the deafening, crushing silence—told her otherwise. She wasn’t breathing. Her heart wasn’t beating in her ribcage. She was gone. She’s dead, beyond feeling anything with her senses, left to wander the world with no goal or dream. The realization struck her like a falling tree, and her paws, though they no longer carried weight, felt heavy. She glanced down and found herself standing on what seemed to be a surface of glassy water, perfectly still and reflecting the endless light above. Every step sent faint ripples spreading outward, but there was no sound, no sensation. Spring lifted her paw instinctively to touch her chest, but she felt nothing. No heartbeat. No warmth. Only an empty hollowness that clawed at her. The glassy surface beneath her paws mirrored her reflection with haunting clarity. Spring stared down, her breathless form gazing back at her with dull, empty blue eyes.

The shimmering light that surrounded her painted her features with an unearned radiance, softening the harsh lines of her face that had been carved by moons of regret, struggle, and sorrow. Yet, she didn’t feel the light’s warmth. She didn’t feel anything. It was as though her body, her very essence, had been stripped away, leaving only a hollow shell of the cat she once was. Her reflection rippled with the faintest movement, and she realized how alien she looked; her body lacked the scars she obtained throughout her life, both of her ears were fully intact without any scars to show. This version of herself was too pristine, too untouched by the burdens she had carried. The faint glimmer of starlight in her bright fur seemed wrong, a cruel irony that mocked the choices she’d made. Her gaze darted to her white paws, to the ripples she caused with every hesitant step, and she wondered if they too would betray her guilt, spreading outward for eternity. The endless expanse stretched in all directions, a vast and unknowable void that offered no anchor, no familiar scent, no sound to ground her. It wasn’t darkness, nor was it light—it was simply... absence. It reminded her of the moments in life when she had felt most alone, but this was different. This wasn’t loneliness born of circumstance. This was deeper, more profound. This was the loneliness of existing without any given purpose and connection.

She tried to move, but the motion felt futile, as though each step only confirmed how weightless she truly was. There was no breeze to ruffle her fur, no earth beneath her paws to carry her forward. Spring had spent the last remainder of her life running—running from her fears, from her failures, from the faces of those she had wronged. But here, there was nowhere to run. Her chest tightened—or it would have, if her body were still capable of such sensations. The ache wasn’t physical but something deeper, an ache in her very soul. Spring had never considered what it would feel like to really, truly die, not really. She had imagined the pain of it, the fear, but not this... numbness. It was as though her spirit itself had been muted, leaving her stranded in this endless expanse with nothing but the weight of her memories. The memories came unbidden, filling the silence that pressed against her like a suffocating fog. She saw Drizzlecloud’s face, worn with sadness and grief. She saw Bumblestar’s eyes, hard and unyielding yet filled with hurt as she stripped her of her name, the name that had once been a source of pride through her days as a medicine cat. She saw the faces of her clan-mates, the ones she had abandoned, their expressions shifting from confusion to hurt, then finally to apathy as they learned to live without her away from her absence.

The images spiraled, overwhelming her. Her paws faltered, though they touched nothing solid. Her body trembled, though there was no physical strain. The life she had lived replayed in vivid, merciless detail—the choices she had made, the moments she had thought she was doing the right thing, only to realize too late that she had been wrong. Every mistake, every selfish act, every time she had turned away instead of facing her fears, it was all laid bare before her now; raw and inescapable. And yet, in this place, there was no one to judge her but herself. The thought should have brought her relief, but it didn’t. She didn’t deserve the silence, the lack of condemnation. She wanted to be scolded, punished, anything to balance the scales of the life she had led. But there was only this emptiness, this vast and endless nothing that mirrored the hollow ache in her chest. Spring’s ears twitched as she turned her gaze upward, seeking something—anything—to guide her. The shimmering light that surrounded her seemed to pulse faintly, almost as if it were alive. But it gave no answers, no direction. It simply existed, as detached and indifferent as the void itself. Her mind swirled with questions she couldn’t ask aloud. Was this StarClan? Was this the afterlife she had heard of as a kit, the sacred place where the brave and the noble found their rest? If it was, why didn’t it feel like home? Why didn’t she feel the peace that was promised to all warriors who walked the path of honor?

The truth clawed at her, equally sharp and unyielding as it burned through her like burning kindling: she didn’t belong here. She never had. She had lost the right to this place the moment she had turned her back on ThunderClan, on her family, on everything that had once defined her. This wasn’t a reward. It was a cruel limbo, a reminder of everything she could have been but wasn’t. Her gaze lowered, and she stared at her reflection once more. The ripples in the glassy surface distorted her features, but the hollow emptiness in her eyes remained unchanged. Spring wanted to cry, to scream, to feel something—anything—but the numbness refused to release her. She was trapped in this lifeless state, neither here nor there, caught between what she had been and what she could never become. And so, she stood, a solitary figure in an endless sea of light, waiting for something to break the silence, waiting for a sign, waiting for an answer she wasn’t sure she deserved. Regret eats her up inside. The guilt seeps into her bones and clouds her dead lungs and leaves her stumbling around the void like a broken shell of something beautiful. The answer she craves is right at her pawtips but she can't reach, can't seem to grasp it tightly and she doesn't know and she lost everything and she'll never find peace again. The realization filled her with a bitterness that she hadn’t known she was capable of. Her claws scraped against the glassy surface, leaving no marks but creating faint ripples that spread outward into infinity.

The light around her pulsed faintly, as if mocking her frustration. It was indifferent, untouchable, and utterly unyielding. No matter how long she stared into its shimmering expanse, it offered no answers, no solace, no sign that it even recognized her presence. It simply was, and in its presence, Spring felt more insignificant than she ever had in life. She had always been small in the grand scheme of things—just another life among countless others, struggling, striving, stumbling forward. But here, beneath the cold, detached glow, her smallness was undeniable. The light neither warmed her nor pushed her away; it simply surrounded her, a constant reminder of her place in this liminal void. She just wanted to make things right; to fix things and they would slowly mend themselves back together. But she hadn’t. She hadn’t made anything right. She had left everything undone, every promise broken, every bridge burned. She had thought she was saving herself, but in the end, all she had done was destroy the fragile threads that connected her to the life she had once known. And now, there was nothing left—nothing but the light, the silence, and the endless void that stretched out before her. She was alone, and she knew that well entirely.

@Estelle [ ]

[bubble[error].]

[ a young and energetic orange tabby bounced around StarClan. Her firey fur sparkles, her green eyes bright and happy. Tigermist enjoys her time in StarClan. ]

[Estelle]

Her paws tipped the ground before she set paw upon the starry expanse of land. Her fur, coloured in pale browns and greys, wispy sparkling with the truth of her fate. Poppyaw still felt odd, walking the grounds of StarClan on her own. You would think apprentices were not allowed out on their own here either; if cats went to StarClan, then surely so did the predators and prey. But many a kitten and apprentice walked this very ground, unaccompanied, and slowly the brittle apprentice had found herself drifted over the starry land in kind.

Truthfully, she was looking for something. Someone. Poppypaw had been watching the world beneath her paws; she had seen the return of her sister, seen the kits she bore, seen the death that swooped in and took her soul to the only place the older apprentice could imagine it going. StarClan. The patched tabby had decided she would greet her sister up here, but for that she had to find her first. She could only imagine how unsettled Spring must feel. Poppypaw, unlike many, had acclimated to the stars rather quickly. Perhaps a part of her always knew this was her final home and not ThunderClan; that it was a miracle she lived as long as she did, and that she wasn't meant to live any longer than she did. Poppypaw had found peace with her fate. And she hoped to bestow this peace onto others as well.

The path of seeking a loved one was never easy; Poppypaw had spent days trying to find her Pap, her sister, anyone she recognised from the living life without avail. Poppypaw knew she was likely to never find Spring. And yet, even up here the stars worked in peculiar ways; she had gone in hoping but not expecting, and she lived to be happy. In the distance, unscarred and unbattered, she spotted her; the familiar colour of her pelt, diluted by the flecks of stars that covered the both of them. The young one called out;
"SPRINGY!"

She smiled, brightly; her pace picked up and the now healthy cat rushed over. It had been so long since she truly saw a familiar face, it had been so long she shared her time with a loved one. Poppypaw wanted to wrap her paws around her sister in a grand hug regardless of the water that would surround the both of them, drawing her near in a tight hug.
"I missed you, Springy! I missed you! You remember me, right? You remember me?"

She asked, hazel eyes full of hope and she looked up at the cat she considered her family just as much as her biological one.
"It's been moons! But I thought, I thought, when I didn't see you here, maybe you were still alive, you know? And I knew for sure-sure when I saw you down there! I still can't find Pap though, anywhere, or Mumzie or Acorn or Eel or FleckFleck or Plumy. Can I be happy to see you? I am happy to see you. It's so quiet here!"


[ @iliri ]