The Starcave

[dino.]

// @birdie @thepirateking @NinjaBloss

>Goosefury<

Irritation rolled off of Goosefury in tangible waves.

Throughout his time in RiverClan as a Shield under Kestrelstar, he had come to like Skystar and enjoy his company. Despite his known history, the tom was good. Strong. Trustworthy. Someone to look to in times of hardship, someone who he could count on to do right by RiverClan. And despite his history, Goosefury had trusted him to lead RiverClan to a bright and better future.

He had given Skystar a life, that of knowing when to relent. He had given the tom his name, a reminder of what was needed from him.

And Skystar, in all his self-righteous audacity, had taken both and stomped their meaning, honor, and Goosefury’s Clan into the mud. Then he had died, leaving behind Snowleap, someone Goosefury was not familiar with and was unsure if he trusted.

Safe to say, Goosefury was beyond pissed.

When Skystar had finally died, Goosefury had decided then and there that he was going to participate in this ceremony or get himself banished to the Dark Forest trying. He had stood, visibly bristling, at the back of the crowd as the cats lined up before him delivered their lives. When Dirtfur, a cat Goosefury remembered all too well, was finished, he strode past him with an air of unwavering purpose to stand in front of Snowleap. His gaze softened when he looked to Fawnpaw and nodded briefly to her in greeting - he had no ill will toward the young medicine cat - but it became just as hard, just as piercing as before when he returned his attention to the soon-to-be leader.

His voice was sharp, incisors flashing in between words.

“You should already know me as Goosefury. I joined RiverClan under Lionstorm when I was young and that cat was the best thing to ever happen to this Clan. Sootflare was a disappointment. Kestrelstar could have done better. Skystar was a complete and utter failure in every possible way. All three participated in destroying the legacy Lionstorm built and I WILL NOT see the same of you.”

Goosefury leaned forward to touch his nose to Snowleap’s, and the feeling that rushed forth with the life was burning, angry, painful, and near blindingly bright - all of Goosefury's anger and his grief, a hopefully long-lasting reminder that would drill his expectations into this cat’s head, because StarClan save Snowleap should he drag RiverClan down further.

“I give you the life of a clear mind. Ignore what anyone says about you or your leadership that is not real, constructive advice; if someone’s actions don’t directly threaten RiverClan, ignore those too. Don’t allow pettiness, grief, or a thirst for revenge cloud your thoughts or distract you from your duties as leader. RIVERCLAN is what matters most, not your personal vendettas. Don’t let anything distract you from that. Ever.”

He stepped back, eye narrowed, jaw working silently. After just a few seconds, he spoke again. “I told Skystar ‘no pressure’, and that was a mistake. You, Snowleap; you have all the pressure. You will honor these lives and your position and the meanings that come with both. Don’t you dare screw my Clan up more than your predecessors already have, or you’ll have me to deal with, mark my words.”

He glanced down to Fawnpaw, expression once again softening - stars forbid she believe he was angry at her. "Keep him in line. Good luck. If you ever need help, you need only to ask."

With a final lash of his tail, Goosefury whipped around. Unlike some of the others, he did not fade from view - he remained a solid, bristling presence, gaze locked on the rising leader with burning intensity.

[Ian]

It was finally Talonkit's turn. He was the last one to give a life and was responsible for providing Snowleap his new name, whether he wanted it or not. The perpetually two-moon-old kit made his way out of the ranks of the starry cats who had gathered. He paused for a moment and glanced towards the new medicine cat apprentice RiverClan had. Fawnpaw, if he wasn't mistaken. Snowleap could wait for a minute. He had an important message for the young molly.

"Fawnpaw, I'm glad to see you here. Your predecessor never visited. Speaking of which, I will not go into all the details for our time here is short, but your role in RiverClan is an important one. Remember to remain open-minded and use your words and your paws for healing. Perhaps if Snakeheart had understood that, then I would not be here today."

Talonkit would not go into more detail. It wouldn't matter anyways, as the cat in question had disappeared from RiverClan. Though if he returned, hopefully Snowleap would remember his promise. Kestrelstar and Skystar hadn't done anything, and while Snowleap had tried, there just wasn't enough time.

But now wasn't the time for the fluffy gray kitten to get caught up in the past. He had a life and a name to give, and Snowleap had been waiting long enough. Talonkit stood on his hind paws and reached out with his forepaws to steady himself on Snowleap's muzzle as he went to touch noses.

"Snowleap, as you already know me and my story, I will forgo any introductions. With this life, I give you youth. Use it well to remember how it feels to be in the younger generation, and never forget about them."

The life was paradoxically painful and joyous at the same time. It was a struggle of self-discovery and a sense of adventure all wrapped up into one. A kitten playing carefree in the clearing and an apprentice charging headfirst into battle, determined to prove themself.

Talonkit stepped back as the last of the life entered Snowleap and immediately moved on to the final part of the ceremony. There was no time left to waste. RiverClan needed the leader that Snowleap could become before it collapsed in on itself. And if the tom didn't step up, then Talonkit would rip all nine lives right back from him.

"Snowleap, along with your new status as leader, I will give you a new name. One that represents the strength you have to build RiverClan back up to what it once was. I hail you by your new name, Pikestar. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of RiverClan. Defend it well; care for young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity."

Talonkit stepped back into line with the other StarClan cats once he was done, nodding once to both Pikestar and Fawnpaw. All he could do now was hope that the new leader of RiverClan would succeed where the previous three failed. From what he had seen, he had faith in Pikestar, but the stress of being a leader could change a cat, as seen by how Skystar turned out. Hopefully, this time would be different.

@thepirateking @birdie

[Captain]

SNOWLEAP / PIKESTAR
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▻ Standing there, alongside young Fawnpaw, the two of them were soon greeted by a figure that came from within the endless sea of stars that stretched out before them. They wore a white pelt with brown splotches that looked like they were bathed in shimmering stars. Snowleap said nothing, out of fear of being disrespectful, and dipped his head to the smaller cat as the smaller tomcat peered up at him with vibrant green-hued eyes. The tall RiverClan tom listened intently, giving this StarClan cat — who introduced himself as Chestnutfall — his utmost attention. He was once a RiverClan warrior, one that lived a long time before Snowleap had come to the clans, being one of the nine cats to give Lionstar his lives. He had heard a pawful of things about that particular leader, but all were good things, thankfully. Next, Chestnutfall told Snowleap more about his life, about the loss of his loved ones dying and fading from existence. Crushing him and weighing heavy on the warrior’s shoulders. It allowed him to become distant, bitter, and blind to taking care of himself. The dark-furred oriental nodded understandingly, as the other tomcat told him that he had died at 60 moons old because of this, while having a chance to live so much longer.

The first life that Snowleap was given, by Chestnutfall, was one of Gratitude. It was for loving his family, his friends, all who he held dear in his life, even if they were no longer with him. Be thankful for your clanmates and carry it with utmost grace. Snowleap closed his eye and leaned forward, letting Chestnutfall touch his nose to his forehead. Once they made contact, a strong warm feeling pulsed through his body, flooding the RiverClan tomcat with memories. He was reminded of his friendship with Dragonflyfrond, Reedlight and Raccoonear, falling in love with Lynxfall on the border, becoming the father of young Birdpaw, sharing a heartfelt hug with Moonfrost and Wormbite, even becoming good friends with Fawnpaw when she was just a kit. There were so many memories, ones filled with love and appreciation. However, as soon as it flowed through him, a new feeling would overtake it. A cold, empty feeling that left him numbly hollow and lethargic. He was reminded of all the burials that he had attended in his lifetime, witnessing the loss of his clanmates whom he saw as his dear friends. He thought of Birdpaw’s death, and how it had destroyed him, and the disappearance of nearly all of his closest friends.

It brought tears to the tall feline’s eye, but he blinked them away as Chestnutfall pulled away. A blessing of good luck, another shared dip of the head, and then the first StarClan cat was gone, vanishing from sight. Snowleap glanced at Fawnpaw, not really knowing what to say, before returning his gaze to the stars in front of them. It didn’t take long for another cat to approach the two of them. This StarClan cat was a smaller, longer-furred ginger Persian feline, sharing the same sparkling gleam to their fur that Chestnutfall had. They appeared both excited and happy to bestow a life to RiverClan’s newest leader, which made Snowleap smile a little. He dipped his head in greeting to the former Shadowclan apprentice as he introduced himself: Maplepaw. Listening closely, the small ginger-furred StarClan cat told them of how he had never been a Gathering nor even seen a battlefield, but regardless, he knew of the hardships that RiverClan alone had faced during these times. Watching from the stars, without a doubt.

Maplepaw soon reached up to touch his nose to Snowleap’s own nose, telling him of the second life that he would now be given. One of Clear Judgements. In order to be true to himself, trust in instinct and choices that he will come to make alone. Never waver from touch decisions and stay with RiverClan, through good and bad. He nodded with a firm smile to his expression, his eye closed. Trust in his clan, trust in the stars. Seconds later, the feeling of terror and struggle overcase Snowleap, taking his breath away like he was drowning. He was experiencing what this young apprentice went through, soon feeling a sense of calm and peace as the memory of Maplepaw accepting his fate occurred. It was the importance that came with choices and how one wrong decision could change your life forever, even end it, like it did for this StarClan cat. Then, Maplepaw pulled away and dipped his head to Snowleap and Fawnpaw before turning and scampering off, disappearing just as Chestnutfall did moments before. That was two lives down, seven left to go. It left Snowleap fidgeting his front paws slightly, wondering who would be next.

The third life-giver, however, was someone that he did not expect. His eye would soon rest upon the familiar form of Cinderstar, or well, Cindersky as she introduced herself as. Snowleap stared at the silver-furred bengal for a moment, mouthing her name in astonishment to see her standing before him now, covered from head to toe in beautiful glittering stars. In his mind, the two of them were friends, despite the rough past between RiverClan and ThunderClan. He felt like she was one of the few cats that truly saw that he was trying to make a difference. Many questions swarmed his head on how Cindersky got here, but at least she seemed content, though maybe that was just a mask for him. Snowleap didn’t know, but what he could do was give his friend a warm smile and bow his head to her as she spoke, agreeing with her words about putting to rest the long rivalry between their clans. It was what the dark oriental longhair had wanted for many moons now. There had been far too much unnecessary death.

There were many things he could say, that he wanted to say, but for now, all Snowleap wanted to do was listen and not interrupt the gray molly as she talked. He nodded firmly to Cindersky, hopefully showing her that he did want to right the wrongs of RiverClan’s past. It was what he desired to achieve ever since he had begun to rise among the ranks of his clan. Snowleap wanted to put their differences behind and stop the bloodshed. Hopefully, they could even become allies someday too, but of course, that could be wishing too far. He needed to focus on what was happening right now, and not get lost in hopes for the future. His third life, Cindersky’s life, was of Hope. To remain strong for RiverClan through trials and hardships that they would surely face in the future. He closed his eye and leaned forward, feeling Cindersky touch his forehead with her nose seconds later. Snowleap would then see ThunderClan making Cindersky their leader, and how hope overcame her as the clan thrived and grew from where it had once struggled. It ended with calmness and reassurance in knowing the clan would be okay without her.

The third life was now his and Cindersky pulled her nose away, but stayed close as he opened his eye. Her next words were ominous, and it worried him, wondering what possibly awaited him beyond this ceremony. But the silver star-bathed bengal’s advice spoke to Snowleap and he nodded. No matter what would happen, he could not allow it to darken the light in his heart that even he, deep down, knew he had. He had a very important choice to make, on how he would be as RiverClan’s leader. Snowleap silently vowed that he would be a good, kind leader, if he could help it. He had seen how other cats had run this clan and he wished to do better than them, be a good cat that doesn’t lead with an iron paw. The two of them then shared a smile looking at one another, as Snowleap saw within her gaze that she believed in his abilities and knew that he could be a good clan leader if he worked hard and stayed true to who he was. “I won’t let you down, my friend.” He thought as she gave her final nod and turned to leave, “May you rest easy among the stars. I hope to see you again someday.” And then she was gone.

After a little bit, a small kitten appeared before them, with a round body and teeth sticking out of their mouth, accompanied with a stub of a tail. They, of course, bore the same starry pelts of the StarClan cats that were here before. Their eyes glowed as they stared up at Snowleap, clearly holding knowledge that he alone could only dream of knowing in his lifetime. He dipped his head to them in greeting, showing respect to the young StarClan member. She soon would introduce herself as Barkkit, a kitten who had died at the beginning of Kestrelstar’s leadership. Hm, that meant that he was in RiverClan when she was still alive. Another kitten had challenged her to leave camp after calling her ugly and a rogue had killed the tiny molly in front of two RiverClan warriors. Barkkit’s whole story was a cruel and heartless tale of how awful cats were to kittens, for the most stupid of reasons, such as appearance or asking questions. It reminded him of Talonkit and his own story. Snowleap wondered if the two of them had spoken. However, that was not important now, he continued to listen to the she-kit and nodded, showing her that he was listening to every word, feeling bad that she had never gotten a chance to be a warrior. It was unfair.

Barkkit’s life for him would be… Self-Confidence. To have faith in himself and his decisions. Criticism and feedback are fine, but never let anyone else’s harsh words affect how he runs RiverClan. As the kitten said, there is strength from those around you, you need strength and confidence from within to boost you forward. This life, in particular, spoke to Snowleap in a very personal way and he couldn’t help but feel extremely grateful for having received it. He closed his again, and felt Barkkit touch her nose to the fur below his shoulder. The feelings that this life gave him were harshly familiar to Snowleap. The staring of others, the burning sensation of embarrassment, the heavy weighing of self-doubt. He had known it all his life in his own experiences, but Barkkit was helping him see past it as the life changed rapidly to a powerful emotion of confidence and reassurance, coursing through his veins and making his eye spring open. It was an amazing, warm feeling that made the RiverClan tom feel alive. He loved this feeling, it made him happy beyond words, and he yearned to feel it more through his future as leader.

Of course, Barkkit then stepped away and dipped her head to him. He smiled and bowed his head to the small molly, her words meaning a lot of him in more ways than one. Snowleap mouthed a silent ‘thank-you’ before watching her turn and left them to await the next life-giver, which would be number five. Glancing at Fawnpaw, the RiverClan tomcat gave her a warm smile too, trying to silently tell her that he was doing okay and hoped she was doing okay too. She was soon replaced by a calico molly, whose eyes shimmered with kindness much like her fur did with stars. Her introduction was a cheerful one, to which he dipped his head too, still smiling. Robinwhisker was her name and she had been a warrior of ThunderClan during Buckstar and Eveningstar’s time. He remembered meeting Buckbranch a long time ago, briefly, when Kestrelstar had still been alive. Snowleap blinked in surprise as she mentioned that she was poisoned. Oh. She was the victim of that troubling time. Despite the RiverClan tomcat not participating in such awful events, he still felt responsible for it. It had been his clan, after all, that caused it.

Soon enough, the conversation turned to Fawnpaw and the RiverClan tomcat said nothing, nor really did anything, just politely allowed his partial gaze to flicker between the two mollies as Robinwhisker spoke further. Her words were uplifting and encouraging, despite the mention of hardship and even death, and Snowleap believed that it was exactly what the young medicine cat needed right now. He nodded enthusiastically, agreeing with the StarClan cat’s words, knowing too that she would do great things. The dark-furred oriental didn’t want to ruin the moment between them, so he thought about it instead. “You’ve got me in your corner too, Fawnpaw. You always will.” The whole interaction quickly went back to his life and Snowleap straightened up, meeting gazes with the calico she-cat.

The fifth live Snowleap was bestowed was one of Forgiveness, which surprised him slightly, wary of whether or not he truly deserved such a gift after all that RiverClan had done in the past. But the oriental longhair pushed that feeling down inside and focused on what Robinwhisker told him now. He was entrusted to lead ThunderClan and RiverClan in an era of peace, after so many countless moons of violence. Forgive the past. She said that he didn’t have to forget about what had happened either… and he didn’t. Snowleap didn’t want to be the kind of leader to act like the sins of their clan’s history just didn’t happen. He wanted to take responsibility, and do better. The dark tomcat shut his eye and welcomed the molly’s nose to touch his as she told him to forgive. Then, immediately, he was left with a burning agony that spread across his body, almost like he was being burned alive. Snowleap’s body trembled from the pain, but he did not falter nor did he make a sound, biting down on his tongue until he tasted blood. This is what the victims of that cruel poisoning went through. This was what Robinwhisker endured.

Eventually, the pain lessened and the RiverClan leader was able to let his body relax, realizing that he had his muscles tensed up the entire time. Robinwhisker then stepped back and Snowleap opened his eye, looking at the once-ThunderClan molly one last time before she bid them good luck, as well as stating that she was proud, before disappearing back into the stars with the other StarClan cats before her. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath, trying to relax after feeling such intense physical pain. It gave him a much-needed new look at the poison claws incident and Snowleap was thankful for her for showing him the pain that she had suffered.

Next up was a brown-and-gray feline who looked up at both Snowleap and Fawnpaw, dipping his head in a polite greeting. The tall dark-furred tomcat smiled brightly and bowed his head to return the greeting, his ears twitching with interest as the young feline began to talk. He first told them how proud he was of how far they had both come and that they had earned the respect of RiverClan. It made Snowleap happy to hear. Then, the young tomcat introduced himself as Bristlepaw, a once-RiverClan feline who was slain by a fox some time ago. He nodded understandably as a response to the apprentice’s seemingly-nervous laugh, straightening up too as the Bristlepaw began to tell him more about the life that he would be giving to him. This one, life number six, was one of Courage.

As Bristlepaw touched noses with Snowleap, once more the tall tomcat closed his eye and allowed the next life to be transferred to him. This would be for when he needed strength to deal with the toughest of choices with utmost confidence when needed. As the life flowed through Snowleap’s body, he was overcome with an overwhelming sense of fear, as well as the feeling of sharp teeth sinking into his flesh as his body was viciously flung around. A fox attack, one that took young Bristlepaw’s life, without a single doubt. It made his heart thump heavily in this chest, but Snowleap did his best to stand still and endure it, gritting his teeth together as horror and pain coursed through his limbs one by one. But then, it was done. Bristlepaw pulled away and Snowleap was brought back to the present, making his eye open. The brown-and-gray tom simply uttered ‘good luck’ and disappeared without another world. His head felt light for a moment, the RiverClan leader still coming down from that experience.

Just as Bristlepaw left, another cat replaced his spot in mere seconds. A star-lit tomcat stood now before the two of them, staring at Fawnpaw and flashing her a playful smile and then directing a serious grin right at Snowleap before speaking. This cat was Dirtfur, once a deputy of RiverClan, just as he had been. The dark-furred oriental dipped his head in another respectful bow of greeting as Dirtfur began to tell his own story. He had done awful things, gotten sick and was even exiled from RiverClan because of that. He couldn’t help but grow curious about his tom’s past, wanting to hear more and know what had happened. Though, it was not the time for such curiosity and Snowleap stuck to the present and what they were here for. The life of Acceptance was what Dirtfur would be giving to him. For accepting the times where you make mistakes and it costs you things like dignity and even those you hold dear. Much like Barkkit’s life, this one felt entirely personal for him. But that only made it more important.

The best thing for him to do was to move on, heal and learn from screw-ups, rather than let them control him. He had tried to conquer that alone for many moons, but maybe this would be a good step in achieving such things. A great leader is one who can accept faults, even the ones that were not yours, and learn how to prevent it with past experiences. Snowleap hoped that such a wise phrase would stick with him for a long time. With that, it was time for this life to be passed on to him. The tall oriental feline closed his eye and leaned down a little, soon feeling Dirtfur’s nose touch his own. More memories, these ones belonging to the short tom, entered him. Harsh emotions of embarrassment, guilt, regret all stirred in the pit of his stomach and left a bitter taste of Snowleap’s tongue. It was soon changed to a nice feeling though, like a rainbow after a thunderstorm, where Dirtfur would find peace within his last moments alive before going to StarClan. It was like a heavy boulder got taken off his shoulders.

Dirtfur’s nose left Snowleap and his single eye reopened, sharing a grateful gaze with the other tomcat, though for different reasons entirely. With the short feline’s next words, it left the tall oriental surprised, not expecting a thanks for how he had treated Skystar. But if it was a thank-you from his own father, then who was he to disregard it. He smiled warmly and dipped his head again, silently telling Dirtfur that he was glad he could be a good deputy to his son. He knew he had not been perfect, but Snowleap would like to think the golden leader that liked him and appreciated how much he tried to, and will do, for RiverClan. The emotion in Dirtfur’s voice spoke volumes to him and it really did mean a lot to Snowleap to hear right now. He would be a great leader. Hopefully that would be true.

The tabby tomcat then vanished from sight and Snowleap was left to wait for the next StarClan cat. He looked at Fawnpaw again, wondering what many questions and thoughts were going through her head. Obviously, this was a lot to take in, but personally, the dark-furred leader couldn’t help but feel both overwhelmed and excited at the same time. There wasn’t much time to dwell on these things though, before the next cat came forward — and great StarClan, they did not look too happy. They strode towards Snowleap, their entire body seeming to physically bristle with irritation, and the dark-furred oriental longhair could only gulp and pray that he’d survive this. As they stood before him now, he noticed them cast a gentler look to Fawnpaw, which relieved Snowleap, glad that she would not be involved in whatever wrath this cat had ready for him. The harsh, piercing look that the StarClan cat, who was known as Goosefury, sent the new RiverClan leader’s way, however, made the tall tomcat’s blood run cold. Uh-oh.

His words were as sharp as an adder’s fangs and Snowleap had to do his best not to flinch. Goosefury joined RiverClan under Lionstorm when he was young. How young? Younger than Snowleap was when Blizzardwind found him? These curious thoughts lasted a mere couple seconds before he forced himself to focus. Sootflare was a disappointment. Kestrelstar could have been better. Skystar was an utter failure. Now, Snowleap would never ever be caught saying such a thing out-loud, but despite the bitter tongue of Goosefury, he agreed with his statement. More than he had the guts to admit even. It was clear that he was fed up though and would not be as mercifical towards him when it came to leading RiverClan. The tomcat wasted nobody’s time in touching his nose to Snowleap’s and the tall oriental couldn’t even bear to close his eye as his body was overcome with a burning rage, filled with pain and grief that was blinding. It would surely leave a mark on Snowleap, which was good, because Goosefury needed to get his point across and make this foolish minnowbrain didn’t mess up RiverClan more.

This was the life of a Clear Mind. He was ordered to ignore what anyone said about him or his leadership, unless it was actually good, helpful advice. If someone’s actions don’t affect RiverClan, don’t get involved. Leave pettiness, grief, and revenge behind. The clan is what matters most to him, that is what should matter most. Nothing ever should distract him from such a dire responsibility. Snowleap could only nod firmly as Goosefury stepped back, looking at him with a narrowed look. Skystar had failed and now it was up for him to pick up the pieces. All the pressure was on him and him alone, whether he wanted it or not. Okay. He would honor these lives and this position he was being given. And the meanings along with it. Yes. Goosefury vowed to get after him if he screwed this up and if that didn’t motivate the new leader of RiverClan, what would? Nodding again, Snowleap stayed silent as the terrifyingly intimidating tomcat looked to Fawnpaw with a much softer gaze once again. Thank the stars.

Keep him in line. That was what Goosefury said to her. And with a good luck and an offer for help whenever needed, the StarClan cat walked away without anything more to say. Except he did not leave. No, no, no. Goosefury made sure to stay put and off to the side, but not out of Snowleap’s partial view. Oh StarClan, have mercy, he might faint from that cat’s burning stare alone. Thankfully, moments later, the last and final cat to arrive made his way towards Fawnpaw and Snowleap. The new RiverClan leader recognized the small kitten almost immediately. It was Talonkit! The one who warned him of Snakeheart’s misdeeds moons ago. However, at first, he didn’t seem too interested in Snowleap, but more towards Fawnpaw. It made perfect sense though, given the situation. He didn’t stop or even dare to try to bud in as Talonkit looked to RiverClan’s newfound medicine cat first and foremost.

Snowleap listened in on what he said to young Fawnpaw, but not too intently, considering this was a message for her right now and not him. He was happy to see her here and soon told her of how important her role in RiverClan truly is. Remain open-minded, use your words and paws for healing. Then, the mention of Snakeheart. Snowleap didn’t object to her knowing. Hell, he was glad that Talonkit could tell her himself. She deserved to know, just as much as the RiverClan oriental longhair did. He was planning on talking to her more about it in-depth though, however, that was for another time. Talonkit soon turned to Snowleap and stood on his hind paws, steadying himself on the tall oriental’s muzzle after he leaned down a smidge. He explained to him briefly that this last life would be of Youth, to know what it feels to be young and never forget about them while being a clan leader.

As they touched noses, the last life flowed through Snowleap, many different emotions being given to him. It was pain and joy all mixed into one, adventure and the excitement of discovering who you were, kittens playing and apprentices aiming to prove their worth. Such as Snowleap’s own youth. Once that was complete, Talonkit stepped back and the tall dark-furred oriental stood before him, now with all nine lives, awaiting for more instructions.

The new RiverClan leader nodded understandably as the young kitten told him that he would be given a new name with these lives, one for strength that would aid him to bring RiverClan back up to what it had once been.

Pikestar.

He would no longer be Snowleap, his old life was gone and now he was to be a clan leader. StarClan grants him guardianship over RiverClan, to care for the young and old, honor his ancestors and their traditions, the warrior code especially. Live with each life with pride and dignity. And then it was done. Pikestar had completed his leader ceremony and watched Talonkit return to StarClan. He bowed his head in respect, one last time, to the young kitten. There was a whole new life ahead of him and Pikestar couldn’t help but feel excited, even though he was aware of how stressful and serious this job would be. He wanted to succeed where the three before him had failed and make StarClan proud, make RiverClan proud, even make young Fawnpaw proud. Speaking of which, the newly-named leader turned to the medicine cat, blinking at her. “Hey… How’re you doing? After, uh, all that?”

The small brown-furred molly beside him looked troubled, upset even. Pikestar couldn’t blame her, seeing how both Talonkit and Goosefury had spoken to her moments ago. It was… difficult to know how to truly feel towards all of this, which was why Pikestar was trying to look towards going back to RiverClan and making things better. He rested his tail on her back, gently, as a sign of comfort. “It’s okay, Fawnpaw, I’m here for you. Let’s get some rest and we’ll focus on all this serious stuff tomorrow, yeah?” The dark-furred oriental then laid down where he was, tucking his paws underneath him to form a comfortable loaf once more, hoping Fawnpaw would do the same. It was gonna be a big day tomorrow, the start of many, but hopefully it would be a journey worth enduring. It had to be.

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[taillow]

Fawnpaw
Awakening in a new surrounding was something Fawnpaw had been ready for - but nothing could have prepared her for the true beauty she would face. Stars glittered all around them, hues of orange and pink and blue blending together to create the most perfect sky she had ever seen. The whispers were still there though, and she wondered if Snowleap still heard them too. But she couldn't drag her eyes away from the array of starry figures before them. There were nine cats that she could see - one for each life Snowleap would receive.

Standing up on her paws she allowed her fluffy tail to flop over to offer a touch of support to the future leader, head turning to bear the same familiar Fawnpaw-smile of encouragement. "You can do this, Mr. Snowleap." She knew he could, that he didn't need her words of reassurance. But if they could aid him in any way during this, then it was worth speaking them.

Soon enough her attention was stolen by one of the starry figures stepping forward. She didn't recognize them, but they knew her name. And now, she knew theirs; Chestnutfall. A RiverClan warrior who had granted a life to Lionstar. Another past RiverClan leader? Fawnpaw didn't know much about the history of her Clan (something she hoped to remedy in the coming moons) but seeing a cat who had been alive that long ago left her awe-struck.

She returned his smile with one of her own, along with a respectful dip of her head. Was he among the cats who had selected her for this position? Or wait... maybe it was Dustymoth, the cat Snowleap had mentioned - was he here among them?? She desperately wished to meet him, to maybe ask why they had selected her. But now was not the time as she watched Chestnutfall press his nose to Snowleap's forehead. The life of gratitude. It would be a good one, a reminder to never take for granted that which Snowleap had in his life.

Turning her gaze to watch as the first life was given, Fawnpaw stepped just a little closer to offer a brush of her pelt as comfort for the new leader. She couldn’t quite tell what the life felt like, or what memories it held, but seeing how tears sprung to his eyes before being quickly blinked away made her touch her nose to his shoulder - something she often did with Beansprout. She was unsure if she was allowed to speak, so for now she offered him a reassuring glance, gaze round and warm with admiration as she nodded.

Chestnutfall’s story saddened Fawnpaw though, the emotion displaying evidence in the form of round, concerned blue eyes as they looked back to the tom. At least he looked happier now. She couldn't imagine dying of starvation - the mere thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Just as quick as it had begun, so it was over and Chestnutfall was already stepping back. She offered him one last smile before his figure was replaced by a cat who appeared to be about her age, maybe a little older. His name confirmed this, and she listened as he gave his name; Maplepaw. An apprentice under Dawnstar's rule - that was ShadowClan if she recalled correctly! A thorn of empathy pierced her as he told the tale of not having been to a gathering. She felt sad for him - they were quite an experience, and even though her first one had been rocky she knew she would never forget the first rush of adrenaline she had felt.

The life of clear judgment. It was a good trait to have, and once more Fawnpaw let her gaze move from the apprentice and over to Snowleap. This one seemed similar to the first, but instead of tears it looked like the new leader had all the air sucked out from him. A flash of worry darted across her gaze but melted into relief when Snowleap came out on the other side seemingly unscathed. That was two lives down, and Fawnpaw looked back towards the former ShadowClan apprentice in anticipation of what was to come.

Maplepaw eventually stepped back into the starry rank and in his place came the first cat Fawnpaw recognized. She had been standing on the rocks with Skystar at the last gathering - Cinderstar, if she recalled correctly. But why… why was she here? Was she? A sudden pang of sadness struck her as she quickly drew in a breath. What had happened? Didn’t she have the nine lives of a leader??

She spoke now of putting the past aside and giving Snowleap the life of hope. Hope. Perhaps the one thing that had managed to carry Fawnpaw through the early moons of coming to terms with the fact that all of her biological family was gone. Hope had been like an everlasting flame, keeping her warm in the darkest depths of her mind.

It seemed as though Snowleap knew her as well - probably better than Fawnpaw had in the brief seconds she had seen the silver bengal. A look passed between them, one shared between friends. As the life passed from Cindersky to Snowleap, it seemed to be the calmest one yet. There were no tears, no quick breathless gasps. Fawnpaw smiled a bit, knowing that’s what hope was. She had no worries over her leader with this life, knowing that it would feel just as serene as she imagined it to be.

After speaking words that were quiet, but loud enough for Fawnpaw to not hear (what hard future??) the silver bengal stepped backwards into the starry ranks. In her place came a very young cat - potentially even a kit. Fawnpaw didn’t recognize her though, so she must’ve joined StarClan before she had been born. Too young to claim a place among the stars, and it made her heart clench in pain. The kit - introducing herself as Barkkit - seemed to pay her no mind which was alright, and instead walked straight to Snowleap. From where the medicine cat sat beside him, she watched the exchange with wonder-filled eyes.

She spoke of how she had been dared to leave camp, and how in turn it had led to her death. Fawnpaw felt pulled to say something, to comfort her, but the kit was still only watching Snowleap and she felt as though it were not her place to interrupt the process of life giving. So she sat with owlishly concerned eyes as the young kit pressed her nose to Snowleap’s shoulder.

As the previous life had done, Fawnpaw could sense that this was warm and happy, despite the tragic beginnings of Barkkit’s story. Wonder-filled eyes moved from the StarClan kit to Snowleap, watching in appreciation as he took in the life with his eyes closed. Not for the first time did she wonder what was going through his mind during this process. Did he feel all of the lives within him? Did they stack on top of one another like leaves? After Barkkit stepped away, Snowleap opened his eye again. The familiar blue hue turned towards her accompanied by a warm smile, and her own widened as she gently nudged him with her shoulder. Gone were the previous musings she had felt at camp and on the journey here; she was certain that this experience would bond the two for as long as they both served RiverClan and beyond.

Just like the cats before, the young kit offered a piece of advice for Snowleap and a respectful dip of her head before turning and vanishing among the other starry pelts. In her place came a warrior that Fawnpaw did not recognize. She introduced herself as Robinwhisker, and how she had died in a battle. There had been one before the one for Firefly Cove? And… wait, what? ”Poisoned??” She couldn’t help it - shock bubbled up and zapped her face as she stared wide-eyed at the StarClan cat. She had been poisoned? Had… Had RiverClan done that?? The ground suddenly felt as though it shifted under paw, and Fawnpaw sucked in a quick breath to keep from toppling over - but the fear and guilt was written all over her face evident for any cat to see as her posture went rigid

No, her Clan wouldn’t do that, right? RiverClan was strong and proud and capable. They weren’t perfect by any means, but it was her home. Noble and kind… but this. This made Fawnpaw’s mind whirl with the revelation that the pedestal she had placed her home upon was, perhaps, built upon fallacies she hadn’t been able to see - until now.

She didn’t seem to dwell on it much, the deceased ThunderClan warrior, and instead turned her face to her. Fawnpaw was doing her best to fight back the tears that threatened to spring to her eyes - had RiverClan poisoned cats in the battle??? - and instead listen to Robinwhisker as best she could. Her position, she had known it would be difficult - but due to not having a mentor to teach her herbs, or medicine cat customs, things of that nature. Not… death. She wanted to be able to save every cat, that’s what a medicine cat did. But with how this cat spoke, would she not be able to? For a brief moment, the young medicine cat looked to Snowleap and in her glistening eyes was a silent plea for this to not be true. She didn’t want any cats to die! There had to be herbs out there to prevent that, right?

”I… I’ll try my best, Ms. Robinwhisker.” Her voice shook a little, but there was an underlying confidence as she looked back towards the starry face with a firm nod. She had to believe in herself. Despite the voices inside her head that yowled otherwise, she knew that for her Clan, she would have to put faith into her own paws. And like the StarClan ancestor had said, she would have her in her corner.

Perhaps it was still because her mind stuck on the poison like cobwebs, but Fawnpaw knew this life would be one of the most difficult so far. Looking to Snowleap she winced as she noticed the tremble that passed through him and instantly she pressed her nose against his shoulder. Her mind concentrated on trying to offer any semblance of comfort or compassion she could muster up to the tall tom. Was he experiencing what Robinwhisker had experienced? He didn’t deserve that. Fawnpaw didn’t really know anything about the incident, but she did know Snowleap. A kind soul who had spoken such soft words to her as a kit many moons ago, promising that violence was indeed not the only answer. The medicine cat knew deep in her bones that he would never have taken part in such vehement acts, and with that conviction she stood close to his side as if to take some of the brute force of the life herself (if only that were possible).

After another moment or two she felt him relax, and Fawnpaw knew that the worst of it was over. Still, as she pulled away her glittering gaze remained on Snowleap compiled of a mixture of concern and questioning. Was he doing okay? Did he… could they take a break if he needed it? She wanted to fetch him some wet moss to drink from, or a poppy seed to lessen the pain - anything more than words she could say to help.

But soon enough Robinwhisker was stepping back. Fawnpaw, still staying close to Snowleap’s side, turned to look back at her once more. That was now the fifth life, which meant there were four more to go. Robinwhisker wished them both farewell, and unthinkingly Fawnpaw stood up and took a single paw step after her. She wanted to ask her about the poisoning, to say it wasn’t true. But before she could take another paw step realization sunk in and she winced, sitting back down. She had the feeling she wasn’t supposed to really do or say anything that might interrupt the ceremony. ”Sorry, Mr. Snowleap,” she whispered in between the next cat, keeping her gaze fixed forward and posture upright.

Replacing the ThunderClan ancestor was a smaller cat, and Fawnpaw felt herself to smile (albeit hesitantly) as young tom introduced himself as Bristlepaw. A former RiverClan apprentice who had fallen victim to a fox. Fawnpaw wanted to shudder at the mere thought but restrained, already feeling embarrassed enough by her step out of place.

Although it did not appear as bad as the previous life, Fawnpaw still watched with a worried gaze. It was a weird, powerless feeling… here she was, standing next to her leader, her friend… her family... and there was nothing she could do to lessen his pain or burden. He had to endure these lives on his own. Even though he was strong and she had full confidence he would be able to get through the remaining lives, she wished there was more her paws could do other than stand still beneath her, quivering every once in awhile in guilt.

Once it was over, Bristlepaw spoke their goodbye before returning to the starry swath of cats. Another cat padded up, this one flashing her a rather goofy grin. It made the rest of the anxiousness melt away and she grinned back, dipping her head in respect as she did her best to stifle a tiny giggle.

So this was a former deputy? Even more so Fawnpaw’s gaze widened as she watched him step forward and began speaking. But… he was exiled? Each death that was made apparant to the young medicine cat struck her in the heart, but Dirtfur’s felt like a different kind of pang. No cat deserved to die alone, no matter their crimes or faults. He reached forward to give Snowleap the life of acceptance, and the young medicine cat turned her gaze towards Snowleap.

Much easier than the last two lives, that much was made apparent by how there were no visible tremors or clenching teeth. Anxiety that had puddled together now melted away, draining through heat at the bottom of her paw pads. Despite this, Fawnpaw still remained close. She wanted not to leave the new leader's side until they were both waking up inside the starcave.

Shock resonated within her as the life ended and Dirtfur also revealed himself to be Skystar’s father. Once more her heart ached for the older tom, but she knew that at least they had reunited in StarClan. She smiled towards him, and dipped her head even as he turned around. Hopefully he had found peace up in the stars.

The next cat… stars. Fawnpaw didn’t know who it was but the way they seemed to command the area made her pelt crawl a bit. Piercing eyes bore into Snowleap like claws, and they only softened when looking at her in brief greeting. Throat clenching, Fawnpaw found herself fighting back the urge to throw herself in between whoever this was and Snowleap. Why did they look at him like that? He was a good cat! He hadn’t done anything wrong!

Though the brown she-cat couldn’t imagine it getting worse, it did. Sour words tumbled from a barbed tongue, lashing out at every previous leader. She didn’t know who Sootflare, Kestrelstar, or Lionstorm were, but Skystar had just died. Brows furrowed as she fought the urge to cry out in defense of the golden tabby leader.

Earlier when Fawnpaw had thought the two lives from Robinwhisker and Bristlepaw had been the hardest, it was clear she had been mistaken. As Goosefury’s nose touched Snowleap’s, the medicine cat could practically taste the sparks that electrified the air around them both. Her whiskers quivered as she fought her natural instinct to place her paws on the new leader's shoulders, to wrap both of them around his tall frame and hug him tight to make all of the pain of the life go away. He didn’t deserve to feel any of that pain - becoming a leader was supposed to be happy and exhilarating, not painful and full of fury.

Still a bit floored by Goosefury’s entrance, Fawnpaw nearly squeaked when he finally addressed her. Keep him in line? Anxiety pulsated in her chest as her emotions fought between fear and anger, something she hadn’t really felt towards another cat until now. No words came to her defense as she sat staring after the warrior, who didn’t fade like the rest of the cats. ”D-Don’t worry about him, Mr. S-Snowleap,” she finally managed in a high whisper, blinking so that any trace of tears would be wiped from her gaze as she looked at him. ”You are a good cat. He’s just… maybe someone put a thorn in his nest.”

The heat from her strong desire to defend Snowleap subsided as the next cat stepped forward - a young kit. She didn’t recognize the little bundle of fur. He introduced himself as Talonkit, and as Fawnpaw smiled back at him (doing her best to ignore the still-burning frustration she felt in her belly) she couldn’t hide the shock that permeated her expression. Snakeheart had never visited the Starcave? Why?? Fawnpaw had thought medicine cats were supposed to - sure, not all the time, but enough to upkeep their connection with their starry ancestors.

He told her to remain open-minded and to only use her words and paws for healing - and instantly guilt and shame flooded through her for how she had felt earlier towards Goosefury. It burned behind her eyes and the young medicine cat did her best not to show it. She couldn’t hold that kind of anger, that kind of rage - even if those cats came after her family. That would be difficult, but she would do whatever was required of her by her ancestors to make sure RiverClan was protected. Showing that she understood, she gave a soft nod to the young kit.

Of course there were plenty of questions that burned within her mind; what did he mean by “if Snakeheart had known that”, then he’d not be here today? Was it a not-so-subtle hint to the cause of his death?? But it seemed Snowleap knew the young kits story, and was addressing him, so Fawnpaw turned to watch the new leader. Maybe there would be time afterwards to ask about what the young kitten had meant by his words. Now though, she simply watched as he pressed his own nose to Snowleaps.

This life, the last life, seemed easier. A combination of all things younger cats felt, she assumed. Heartache, joy, adrenaline, tragedy, excitement. A dizzying collection for any cat to take in, but Fawnpaw knew that Snowleap would be able to handle this last one no problem. He took it in stride, eventually reopening his one eye to watch as Talonkit concluded the ceremony.

And gave him a new name.

Blue eyes growing wide, Fawnpaw watched as Talonkit granted guardianship of the Clan to Snow- no, to Pikestar. It felt fitting almost, and she would have to get used to calling him that. Pikestar. A light, delicate smile unfolded across her face, despite the turmoil that still churned in her mind. He would be Pikestar, and he would be one of the best leaders RiverClan had ever seen, she just knew it. Whatever hardships came, whatever trials RiverClan faced, the medicine cat was certain that her new leader would brave them all with determination and persistence. RiverClan wouldn’t falter, they wouldn’t fall - not with Pikestar at the lead.

And then it was all over. Talonkit faded back into the starry line of cats just as the rest of the group faded into the night. Gone were the glittering star-filled pelts, the eyes that held more wisdom than Fawnpaw could guess at. It left her feeling breathless as she watched, only becoming aware of Pikestar still next to her when he spoke.

She knew well enough that she wasn’t good at hiding her emotions. Still being young, it was a trick she hadn’t quite learned yet, and as she turned to look at Pikestar it was then that the first tear fell. ”It was… a lot harder than I thought it would be, Mr. Sn-Pikestar.” Swallowing nervously she glanced down at her fidgeting paws. ”I’m sorry for interrupting, and getting mad at Mr. Goosefury, and… but I’m going to do better. I promise. I won’t let you down.” When she finally looked up, though there were tears in her eyes they sparkled over the surface of a newfound determination. She could do this. She had StarClan and Pikestar and (hopefully) the rest of RiverClan in her corner.

”Mr. Pikestar… I hope you know you’re like my family. When… When I realized my mama was missing, and all my siblings, you were the first cat who made me feel safe again. You, and Ms. Bluebellcrackle, and Mr. Wormbite, and Mr. Beansprout… you guys are all my family, and I…” Her throat grew tight as she dove nose first in an attempt to dig one of his paws out from under him and snuggle underneath it. She desperately wanted to feel that security again as she finally found herself confessing just how important the tall tom was to her. ”Thank you for making me feel like I belong.” Her last words were soft as she huddled close to the new leader, only after a bit opening her eyes and turning her face to look up at him.

He had offered rest, and to be honest with how exhausted Fawnpaw felt she couldn’t agree more. ”That… sounds wonderful, Mr. Pikestar.” There would be time later to discuss such things, but as a yawn parted her jaws, she found that sleep tugged at her to come. Once again tucking her face back into the fluff of Pikestar’s chest, she found it was easy enough to slip into a blissful sleep, eyes fluttering closed as the stars faded from view.

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It was only minutes, but somehow Fawnpaw felt as though she were well rested upon waking up back in the Starcave. The glittering light from the translucent rock glowed before her, and she lifted her head. Next to her was the new leader of RiverClan, and all at once the memories of the ceremony flooded back. Smiling lightly, she poked her nose against the tom’s shoulder to rouse him if he wasn’t awake already.

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[Captain]

PIKESTAR
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➣ The tall dark-furred tomcat listened to the young molly, as she voiced her emotions while shedding a few tears. “Fawnpaw…” He meowed gently, lifting one of his paws and gently resting it on her chin, “Look at me. You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? I understand how you’re feeling and I am thankful that you are here with me. You’ll never let me down, please remember that. You and I are always gonna have each other's backs. You’re my medicine cat and I’m your leader.” He truly did sympathize with the small brown-furred shecat and wanted to console her as best he could. “All of RiverClan believes in you. We’re all here to support you through the best and the worst.” Stars glittered around them as Pikestar comforted Fawnpaw, trying to settle her worries. He blinked at her as she went on to admit that he was like family to her and Pikestar smiled warmly. It soothed his own fears from once feeling that he would be nothing more than RiverClan’s leader to her. He had been jealous of how close Beansprout and her were, but the oriental longhair had learned to push those selfish feelings aside.

“Thank you for making me feel loved and appreciated,” Pikestar responded, glad that he had succeeded in making Fawnpaw feel like she belonged where she was: because she did and the dark tomcat truly believed that. He let her snuggle up underneath one of his paws and soon enough, the two RiverClan cats settled down to sleep. The tall clan leader felt Fawnpaw bury her face into his chest fluff and soon enough, he allowed his eye to close. Moments later, both of them were able to allow a peaceful sleep to overtake them, at least for a few minutes.

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The next thing that Pikestar felt was a gentle nudge of Fawnpaw’s nose as she woke him up. His deep blue-hued eye flickered open and he lifted his head, stretching open his jaws to release a powerful, mighty yawn. Despite being in a dream for most of the night prior, the tall clan leader felt like he had slept soundly for the entire night. Thank the stars for that, eh? Pikestar blinked at Fawnpaw with a warm smile. “Good morning,” He meowed, stretching out his front paws as he slowly eased himself into a sitting position. His body still felt rather sore from all the lives he had gotten, but overall, he felt… full of life, which seemed like a rather literal way to put it, but it was how Pikestar felt.

“I’m sure you have many questions that you’ve been eager to ask about.” He mentioned, lifting a paw and licking it before drawing it over his face, “While we’re making our way back home, you can ask me anything you like and I will try to answer it to the best of my ability.” Pikestar spoke softly while washing his face, but soon stopped to look at Fawnpaw again. “Speaking of which, are you ready to start walking back home? Don’t wanna rush you, of course.” Yes, they needed to return to RiverClan as soon as possible, but still.

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[taillow]

Fawnpaw
As Pikestar stirred beside her, Fawnpaw took in one last look at the cave around her. Stars that had seemed to glisten the night before were now still as the stone no longer held the light of the moon. Early morning rays bled into the cave now and what once had been rather mysterious looked to be just about any ordinary stone. But she could still hear them, the whispers. Circling around her ears and tickling her fur. StarClan, she knew. A knowing smile came to her face as she realized that this was the path she would be walking now; the one of a medicine cat.

Looking back over to Pikestar, she found herself once again flooded with questions left over from the prior night. There were so many things, and the journey back to the Clan would be a long one. Surely there would be time to talk about things as they walked back. "I'm ready, Mr. Pikestar." The new name felt odd on her tongue, but with it came a rush of excitement she was sure that the tom was feeling too. She slowly sat back, then stood to her paws and stretched to chase away the exhaustion she felt in her muscles. They were sore from sleeping on the ground all night, but Fawnpaw felt as alive as ever in contrast. "We should get going soon. I... I do have questions, but it's quite a walk back so I'm sure we'll have time."

With the magic of the night gone, Fawnpaw was reminded of RiverClan and how they would be waiting for them back home. Almost as though her paws knew where to go she nodded to the new leader and began to lead the way out of the Starcave. Through the narrowed tunnel and out onto the moorland above, bathed in pale sunlight. Dawn was peeking through the sky and welcoming them back onto level ground. The young medicine cat gave another stretch and another yawn, drawing a paw up to give her face a quick wash as she waited for Pikestar to join her for the journey home.

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[Captain]

PIKESTAR
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➣ Hearing the young apprentice state that she was ready, the tall RiverClan leader smiled and nodded. From that point, he stood up, gently shaking his pelt as Fawnpaw soon joined him. His limbs felt heavy and sore, both from receiving all nine lives and also from not sleeping in a soft moss nest, but it was all worth it in the end ― to him, at least, it was. Blinking at the small medicine cat, he silently agreed with the notion that they should get going soon, especially with the state that RiverClan was in. They would talk about what was all on her mind on the trip back, that would take their mind off all the walking and make the tiring journey home less… tiring, so to speak. Perfect.

“Quite right, Fawnpaw. Lead the way.” Pikestar purred contently before promptly following her back through the narrow tunnel and out of the gaping mouth that belonged to the Starcave. The dark-furred oriental feline winced slightly as his partial gaze adjusted to the newfound sunlight, but once he did, the sight of the dawn was utterly gorgeous. Another yawn left his maw, one shared with Fawnpaw as she stretched and washed up. Pikestar looked out to the distant lands, where they would be headed, his whiskers twitching aimlessly. “Stick close to me and we’ll be back home in no time,” The tall tomcat remarked to Fawnpaw, smiling as they officially started walking back.

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~ Sparrowflight ~

Brown paws dragged across the ground as the new leader of Thunderclan forced herself up the hill towards the Starcave. Her fur was still a mess, but she hadn't bothered to groom herself before dragging herself to Sundust for an escort up to the mystical cave. Realistically, if she had paused a moment longer she probably would have talked herself out of it once again and slunk back out into the territory to hide. The moon was slightly obscured tonight; thin wisps of clouds blocking the odd star and parts of the moon's shining light. While the gentle glow may have been a comforting distraction at one point, right now it took everything Sparrowflight had to not turn tail and race back home.

She used to be in awe of Starclan and the process of the ceremonies cats went through to gain their blessings. There was a certain whimsy in being supported by the generations before you, especially when the meager bits and pieces of cats she called family seemed to constantly be slipping from her paws. Ridgeclaw's absence still felt like a stone in her chest, her adoptive mother had disappeared again to Starclan knows where, and with the recent loss of Cindersky... But now... All that remained was an ache in her heart, anger at the cruelty of distant stars, and wishes for things to have gone differently.

A pang of grief rippled its way across her body, and she jerkily forced her eyes up to glance at the approaching cave entrance. Was it supposed to feel this empty? A quick glance behind her showed a clear path back to camp. She knew Thunderclan's territory like the back of her paw, she could probably hole herself away for another few days before she had to do this right?... Right?

Releasing a shuddering sigh from her chest, Sparrowflight forced herself to turn back to face the cave before her. No... she couldn't abandon her clan when they had worked so hard to claw their way back to a semblance of the pride they once held. The slightest glimmer caught her eye as she peered into the tunnel's depths; a promise of stars awaiting her if she followed through with this, even if it tore open the wound of grief that seemed to have made it's place in her heart.

"You're... going to have to show me how to do this," she breathed out, barely loud enough for the medicine cat to hear her cracking voice. "I don't know if I can... if I can do it alone... She promised she would be here with me."

Just one more pawstep. Just one more pawstep. Just one more...

Her mental mantra repeated itself in cycles as she forced her legs to move, merely hoping that Sundust would also follow her in. One pawstep. Another. Each movement brought her deeper into the foreboding tunnel that seemed to draw her towards... something. That glimmer of light that seemed to grow in volume as she approached. A final turn and Sparrowflight jolted to a stop, eyes widening at the cavern that opened up before her.

Before her, shimmering like the brightest stars in the sky, was the legendary stone. Emerald eyes drank in the unexpected sight, and a glimmer of hope flared in her aching chest like the dim sparkles reflecting onto the walls of the cave. Perhaps... perhaps everything would be ok.

Stepping carefully into the open area, Sparrowflight shuffled to the side as she awaited the instructions from Sundust. She was fully out of her element here and just hoped that the medicine cat knew what to do.

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[beau]

The path to the Starcave had become somewhat familiar to the large ginger tom, even though he had only come twice before. Sundust could not help but recall his near-childish excitement as he came with Cindersky to the cavern, it being his first time. They had come to retrieve her lives. What had happened to them? They disappeared so fast.

His heart sank as once again he was hit with the grief of Cindersky’s absence. She had been such a kind mentor to him. Such a strong leader to ThunderClan, having dragged them out of whatever pit they had sunk into. He thought he might have been able to deal with her death easier had he still been a warrior. He would have no obligation or responsibility over the health of his clanmates. He would not be able to say 'If I were there.. If I just had the right herbs…' But even he knew there would have been no saving her.

A quick glance at Sparrowflight revealed that her thoughts may not be so different from his at the time. The soon-to-be leader was the first to break the silence, and Sundust offered a nod at her words. “Of course. I, along with the rest of ThunderClan, am here to support you.” He let the silence lapse again as they entered the cave. It was pitch black, just as it was in his memory. Technically, this was only his second time visiting the stone, as during the only medicine cat meeting that had been held during his time as a medicine cat, only Reedpaw had gone down into the cave to dream. Still, he had little trouble navigating the tunnel. It was as if the path had been burned into his mind.

Finally, they took that last turn and there it lay glittering in all of it’s glory. Despite how clear is memories seemed, his recollection of the stone’s grandeur seemed to have dimmed, as despite him seeing it before, he still needed a moment to pause and stare. It was even more beautiful, if that were somehow possible.

It took him a moment to realize that Sparrowflight was awaiting instruction. Once it struck him, he cleared his throat and began speaking. “Touch your nose to the stone and close your eyes. Your ceremony should begin after you perform those actions. I will be here waiting when you wake up.” Sundust sat down at the edge of the opening, curling his thick tail over his paws. “I wish you luck as ThunderClan’s next leader.”

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~ Sparrowflight ~

Was it truly that simple?

Blinking once at the tom as his instructions sank in, Sparrowflight looked between the medicine cat and the sparkling stone a few times before finally forcing her paws to move once more. Halting steps brought her closer to the crystalline structure as Sundust's final words echoed throughout her mind.

I wish you luck as Thunderclan's next leader...

Stars above, she hoped the curse that seemed to rip away their leaders ended with her. If she ended up dead in the next few moons she'd be furious with whichever unlucky star was sent down to collect her. Perhaps she'd be able to fight her way back to her body if her ancestors attempted to pull her away too soon...

Pausing just a whisker-length away from the stone, Sparrowflight took a deep breath to steady herself before screwing her eyes shut and jabbing her nose against the stone. Immediately, the cool face of the rock seemed to spread out over her face and down the rest of her body, numbing bits of her as the sensation moved all the way down to the tip of her tail. Vaguely the thought that she may have needed to lie down crossed her mind as the sensation of the world around her seemed to tilt and turn fuzzy...

Bracing for the inevitable impact of stone, Sparrowflight was genuinely surprised when her shoulder hit soft grass instead. The cold feeling seemed to be gone as well... Cracking open one of her eyes, the tan molly was... Stunned wasn't the word to use here; frozen, awed, and terrified seemed to fit better in Sparrowflight's mind as she scrambled up to her feet and kept her eyes as wide as she could and spun to look over the starry clearing she found herself in. Sundust was nowhere to be seen, but he had said he'd meet her when she awoke...

Stars above, it was beautiful here.

Of all the stories Mistyshade and Ridgeclaw had told her about Starclan, nothing compared to the endless sea of stars that seemed to stretch out above her and the lush, sparkling forest that surrounded this clearing she had unwittingly fallen into.

Electing to stay still instead of wandering off to explore the shimmering territory (and potentially getting lost), Sparrowflight plopped back onto her haunches and... Well, she would probably have to wait for some member of Starclan to appear if the stories were anything to go by. So silently she waited, emerald eyes sweeping the beautiful trees and drinking in every piece of starlight she could find. Perhaps... Well at least she knew that Cindersky had been taken to a rather lovely place after she left them...

The thought dimmed her eagerness slightly, and the small she-cat seemed to wilt for a moment before forcing herself back into a straighter position. She had to make it through this, no matter who decided to show their face tonight.

[ @jupiter Please tag the person I mentioned earlier ]