StarClan Territory

[Dakotaa]

Originally Posted by SplashyLumi

“No. "

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FeatherFoot
WindClan

"Oh, Well- talking is enough!"

[BEAR.]

[ Gonna go ahead and keep going ; Broken wouldn't have acknowledged Dew anyway if she addressed him further. he no like her ]

"I don't." It's curt. The point Brokenstar had been making is he was no stranger to controversy, nor did he care for the details. Countless lives had come and gone, a whirlwind of life and death co-existing in a delicate balance.

An equilibrium few respected; including the cat who decided to shadow his every step. Brokenstar's scowl deepened. "We'll just have to watch and wait, won't we." He wasn't going to debate on how Sparrowflight would do. Only Sparrowflight could control that, and so far Brokenstar wasn't terribly impressed. There was more to being a leader than patrols and ceremonies. It seemed like a wasted opportunity to boost ThunderClan's growth.

His tail twitched, and abruptly he turned on her. His bulky body likely would have blocked her path, seeing as she had made the decision to follow so closely. "What do you want." Less of a question, more of a demand. Brokenstar wasn't interested in being followed by a star-eyed puppy-- spit it out already.

[ @birdie ]

[17818]

Iceflower stalked across the frosty grounds, her tail lashing. She narrowed her eyes and leapt, claws unsheathed and killed a rat immediately. She purred with delight and bit into the cool flesh. She purred.



(Open)

[taillow]

Cindersky
Content on following the older ThunderClan ancestor wherever he chose to go - they had all the time in the world, literally - Cindersky fell in step beside him and angled her ears to catch what was said. While it was true, the silver bengal knew her faith was well placed in the leader. Her sister had been trained by the same iron paw that she had, and if there was anything to be said about the Ridgeclaw apprentices it was that they were a rather formidable trio. Each had turned out different, but at their core held the same, unshakable loyalty and dedication to ThunderClan that the older tom had made sure to instill within them.

A sudden movement of Brokenstar had Cindersky stopped in her tracks, her body jerking back to avoid a full on collision as he veered to block her path. Green eyes bore into her but the she-cat simply blinked. "I guess a friendly conversation isn't the correct answer," she retorted in an amused tone, bobbed tail flicking behind her as a gleeful 'mrrp' followed her words. A finicky one, this cat was. She'd only heard stories of him, passed down from her parents, and her parents' parents, before meeting him at her own "lives ceremony". No matter the façade he decided to put on now though Cindersky knew that somewhere underneath all of that armor was a cat who, like her, still cared about ThunderClan.

"Why do you refrain from interfering with the living?" A more direct approach than she had initially wanted to go with, but something about Brokenstar made her think that subtleness would only give her stems and not the whole flower. "Surely a cat with your... history, would want to intervene where they could, no?" There was no disrespect in her tone, only genuine intrigue as she took a seat. It was a clear indication she did not intend on going anywhere, and if Brokenstar decided to get up and walkaway, Cindersky had no qualms in trailing after him.

[ @BEAR. ]

[BEAR.]

"If that is what you wanted, go bother someone else." Brokenstar wasn't interested in idle chit-chat. Creating personal relationships wasn't high on his list of things to do, and being friendly with Cindersky was even lower.

A snort. "You know nothing, if you think I would have any interest in holding the paws of those alive." Were they newborn kits, in need of babysitting? "No wonder the Clans have fallen so far if even the dead cannot handle simple boundaries." Irritably, Brokenstar's tail twitched. "Or perhaps that's just a ThunderClan problem, considering ShadowClan and WindClan do not pander for the dead's aid as often as ThunderClan has."

[ @birdie ]

[fernmass]

-ˋˏ Weaselpaw ˎˊ-

He raised from his rest, his eyes fluttered open as his yellow gaze gazed at the landscape. Everything looked so green, it was thriving. Prey was abundant, contrary to the cold weather below. He huffed as he gasped at his surroundings. He quirked his head around, his eyes bulged out his sockets. The grass was so green it looked unreal. And his paws.. they were sparkling. Sparkling so brightly that it looked terrifying to him. He was completely transparent, glassy eyes crept around. But he didn't have the bravery to stray from his place. But he wasn't hurt? No more pain, no more scratches or bleeding. It was strange, now he came to admire the stars in his pelt. Glittering and such as his way into Starclan wasn't such a bad journey.

[ open ]

[dino.]

goosefury === > @naiad

A scarred gray cat lounged next to a pool of water, his single green eye half-lidded as he stirred the surface with a claw. Oftentimes Goosefury stuck to himself, but he was fairly out in the open now, watching RiverClan go about their business. Currently he had an eye on the ongoing meeting, and the uproar within; at least Pikestar held his ground. Goosefury was glad he had been wrong about the tom. It was nice to finally see a cat with a noble spine in charge again.

He withdrew his paw from the pool and the image shivered, but did not fade. Briefly he wondered if it was worth traveling to any of these cats' dreams. Sometimes it got boring up here. Goosefury never thought he would miss the thrill of battle so much, or the smell of real air.

Or Rowanmist's fur against his cheek. What had happened to his- to the other tom? Was he here? Did he even know what Goosefury felt for him?

With a snort he dragged a claw across the pool again, shifting the image to Sleepy Thicket. Still and eerily silent, as that part of the woods always was. Even now it gave him the heebie-jeebies.

[beau]

Silt didn’t have a grasp of how long had he been dead - days? Moons? Forever? All he knew was that Tidepaw wasn’t dead yet, and StarClan was full of pretentious cats with an annoying ‘holier than thou’ demeanor. He didn’t understand the concept that death suddenly made you wiser. I mean, the living can’t be doing too bad for themselves seeing as how they were still, y’know, alive.

The young tom had grown bored of the endless plains and forest, as well as the far-to-easy to catch prey, within a few days of his arrival to this starry plane, and had spent the rest of his time since attempting to break StarClan. Making ludicrously high jumps off of trees, sticking his face into those weird starry puddles until he got bored, and seeing how long he could play cat and mouse with a rodent until it just stopped trying to get away from him. He seldom talked to the other residents, though. Either they seemed in some far off place with their head in the clouds, they were insufferable, or they were just as apathetic about this life as he was. Unfortunately, Silt had spent the last few hours performing whatever absurd activities came to mind, and now needed something else to occupy his mind before he lost it. And what do you know, a depressed looking cat was sitting out in the open, just begging for a disturbance. Not that it was that uncommon of a sighting.

“Excuse me!” Silt trotted over without hesitation. One thing about death was it did wonders for your insecurities: what was the worst thing that could happen if death wasn’t on the table anymore? “Anything good happening?” He settled next to the older cat, not caring much about his reaction. Silt never tried to manipulate these pools or do any of the fancy StarClan stuff. He just watched sometimes, though he found it hard to be invested when he didn’t know any of the cats featured on this 24 hour programming.

[ sorry if this is a little all over the place! i haven’t written silt in forever
@dino. ]

[fernmass]

 

Originally Posted by Cupidity

Soft paws padded across the meadow. Starry eyes flashed. Songbird stopped and saw a cat, looking lost. She paused and gave them a knowing smile. “Always confused when they first arrive.” she laughed, padding over. “I’m songbird. Welcome to Starclan!” her snowy lashes closed and she chuckled. “Let me guide you.” sparkles followed her pawsteps as she danced around the spring grass. Yellow eyes flashed, grey pelt sparkled. She danced under the moonbeam, illuminating her pelt. This was magical. Stars shone. Moon sparkled. The pelt of silverpelt shone.

[ @fernmass ]

-ˋˏ Weaselpaw ˎˊ-

The apprentices ears perked up to the sound of laughter. Amidst the starry landscape he saw a cat who now, looked like him. Giving pearly white sparkling eyes towards him, his yellow eyes shimmered with caution. Starclan. He had arrived. Well, a bit too early for his liking. Weaselpaw strayed from his spot, bowing his head towards the older warrior. Would Starclan also have respect that the cats below show? Ah, his vocabulary had changed quite a bit just stepping over into the heavenly boundaries. "Erm- h-hello Songbird. I’m er Weaselpaw, you might already know that." He murmured. It felt creepy and weird now being among these mystical cats he only saw from above. His tail twitched with ecstasy. "Yes!" He obediently followed Songbird. So you could trust everyone here it seems? He neither felt cold nor hot here. Everything.. was perfect. And now from here, he could already see a glimpse of his mentor grieving for him. Weaselpaws brows furrowed, stupid dogs. But he couldn’t do anything now. He was now in Starclan, where all the mighty warriors go and belong. He flicked his tail, quickly turning his direction to follow after Songbird.

[puppeteer]

mistlekit

{ open }

This adorable, two-moon old kit was bouncing about the starry territory, her red and brown fur bushed up in excitement. She was so excited!! What for? She didn't know!! She was just excited! She batted about at flowers, rolled around in the grass, and just ran about. Her brown hindlegs kicked and squirmed a bit, but that was okay! It was more fun!!