Leafpelt, now on the form of an 8 moons old apprentice, as she was happy at that age, and now with no scars and full vision, ran directly to Brokenstar, stopping close to the boulder the cat was on. ''What's wrong?'' She meowed, ''Is it about Windclan?'' She said, remembering Mintkit, her kid. Even if her kit's death could make them be together again, she didn't wanted it to happen.
Boy, oh boy. It'd been ages since the golden tabby was summoned. When was the last? A few moons ago when he discussed the recent rise of the Dusk Syndicate. That's right. Still. When time didn't seem to move here, the silence and rest seemed to drag on for ages and ages. He wouldn't complain.
The golden tom rose to his feet, gliding across the clearing to the summoning. His paws fell beside those of a familiar presence. It'd been years since he'd seen this one around.
"Grousestar, a pleasure to see you again, friend," Blazingstar spoke in the same confidence he held during his leadership and with the same beaming smile he always presented. Although, his tone was peaceful at last, none of the anger he held in his final moons was present.
Boy, oh boy. It'd been ages since the golden tabby was summoned. When was the last? A few moons ago when he discussed the recent rise of the Dusk Syndicate. That's right. Still. When time didn't seem to move here, the silence and rest seemed to drag on for ages and ages. He wouldn't complain.
The golden tom rose to his feet, gliding across the clearing to the summoning. His paws fell beside those of a familiar presence. It'd been years since he'd seen this one around.
"Grousestar, a pleasure to see you again, friend," Blazingstar spoke in the same confidence he held during his leadership and with the same beaming smile he always presented. Although, his tone was peaceful at last, none of the anger he held in his final moons was present.
Grousestar Former Skyclan leader. A brown furred tabby tom with green eyes.
A familiar voice, and then a familiar sight took shape next to him, causing the tom, who lacked all of the grey fur he had towards the end of his life, to stand and give a friendly headbutt to the golden tom's shoulder. "Blazingstar! What a sight for sore eyes my friend, it feels like it's been ages," his voice purred out warmly while he settled back down, tail wrapping around his paws.
"And good timing too, I can't say that an announcement like this seems like good news at all. All paws on deck. What do you think it could be?" Grousestar tilted his head, curious to hear what the other former leader might muse as the cause for this change of atmosphere around the starry camp. He hadn't been keeping up with the latest news at all, so he hoped the other tom might have more of a clue than he did.
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Camp was just within sight.
Brokenstar wasted no time as he passed through the entrance, muscles rippling as he bounded across the clearing. StarClan did not have an official meeting spot, a product of never needing it. In paradise, what could go wrong?
A lot, apparently. He sprang onto one of the various boulders to give himself a vantage point over the camp. It wasn't as tall as the Highpeak, but it'd do in a pinch. "StarClan!" His voice resonated throughout the clearing, a sonic boom that echoed off the ancient rocks and into long-forgotten crevices. He WOULD be heard, even if those who chose to lay adrift in death refused to heed his call. "Gather around! We have a situation at the border and I want every abled-pawed cat at the ready."
If they failed to rise to this occasion, they might as well fade into obscurity. Brokenstar would give everyone a chance to gather before he continued. He wanted to make sure cats were listening and prepared to do whatever was necessary - the fate of StarClan might depend on it.
It had been a long time since Blackfoot had emerged from his spot in starclan, ony because of Brokenstar's beckon. He didn't like being in the feilds. He nevrf really liked the fact he didn't have to do anything, so he hid himself away.
Worried, the older starclan cat trotted over to the leader. "Brokenstar," he greeted. "What is it? I have been here for many moons, and all has been peaceful. What happened?" the black and white cat inquired
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)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
From the depths of her misery, from the darkness of the den she'd called a home for so long, arose a WindClanner long forgotten by all except two. She was no one of note, after all. Rosepaw had not been one to demand attention in life, and neither in death. Those who she wished attention from were not up here in StarClan. No. She'd just have to wait.
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