StarClan Camp - Page 84

**Pumpkin Latte** · #**831** November 28th, 2023, 07:09 AM

Peach puff gasped and realized that the pain was gone and looked at her starry fur, “ Oh SHOOT!” And realized that she was dead

**Neptune.** · #**832** November 30th, 2023, 09:32 AM

Willowwisp blinked open blue-grey eyes again. Oh... a blanket of stars surrounds her. This must be StarClan, yes? It's... surprisingly peaceful. [closed]

**BEAR.** · #**833** November 30th, 2023, 09:38 AM

[ Hey! You're being mentioned because at some point,
you roleplayed in StarClan!
If you do not want to be involved in this, simply ignore this.
This plot is optional, we just wanted to make sure
StarClan roleplayers had the opportunity to react to the border situation. ]

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.

**Galaxy_** · #**834** November 30th, 2023, 09:40 AM

Oakfur ran over with Whiskerwing. "What happened?" they both said at the same time!
@Bear

**bubble[error].** · #**835** November 30th, 2023, 09:40 AM

*Drippingpelt, Sharpeye, and Foxkit all arrived* @BEAR.

**Spookez.** · #**836** November 30th, 2023, 09:50 AM

Cloverpaw

The Small sized She-cat trotted over. Her head tilted with confusion and worry. She cared about Starclan. All the cats were gathering here... What was going on? Was this a clan thing Lynxpaw told her about? She couldn't remember her clan life, so she couldn't tell. Gathering here away, she turned towards the strange cat.

@Bear

**Zei** · #**837** November 30th, 2023, 09:52 AM

Wolfkit Peeked up, ferreting onto her back legs

**Forgetfulshape** · #**838** November 30th, 2023, 09:53 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by BEAR.

[ Hey! You're being mentioned because at some point,
you roleplayed in StarClan!
If you do not want to be involved in this, simply ignore this.
This plot is optional, we just wanted to make sure
StarClan roleplayers had the opportunity to react to the border situation. ]

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.

Brokenheart and Ashwolf padded over.

**Morrigan** · #**839** November 30th, 2023, 09:58 AM

Iceflower
Former Windclan queen

Pricking her ears at the call, Iceflower narrowed her ice-blue hues in confusion and annoyance. She had never heard of a Starclan meeting before though she had only been here for 8 moons so it might of happened in the past. Either way it was important so she decided to come anyway.

Padding over to where the other cats had gathered, the white queen turned her cold gaze to the cat who had yowled. Who was he? She had either forgotten or had never heard of him but she didn't care none the less "What type of situation are you talking about? If it's not dire then I suggest you stop wasting everyone's time" she remarked curtly. Glaring at Brokenstar with undisguised disdain. She hated cats who distracted others from their own things they were so rude and deserved a little rudeness back.

@BEAR.

**The Cannibal** · #**840** November 30th, 2023, 09:58 AM

Redtalon
Senior Thunderclan Warrior. A well-muscled, broad, red and white furred tom with yellow eyes.

Life in StarClan was a breeze, nothing went wrong, there were faces that came and went, and while maybe Redtalon was restless from time to time, there was nothing he could truly complain about. He had lived his life, he had done all the things he could, and now it was his time to rest and watch as the clans continued on with their generations.

But it was the boom of a voice with actual urgency that started something in his heart, it was muscle memories to stand at attention while the clan was called to meeting even if that never actually happened in StarClan. The sharp yellow eyes of the old Thunderclan warrior fixed onto Brokenstar as he sounded the call to arms. Excitement coursed through the red-furred warrior, the first excitement he had felt in countless moons. Muscling his way to the ground of the crowd to approach Brokenstar, an old face of the camp of dead cats, he dipped his head in greetings before standing straight once more.

"Speak true Brokenstar! What requires the attention of the whole of StarClan?" His voice barked, a glint in his eyes. Was there battle to come? It was a shame that he hoped so, but battle was what he enjoyed in life. The chance to do battle once more in death would be true paradise for him.

@BEAR.