StarClan Camp

[wren]

It was peaceful as all days were. The simplistic sky was sporting soft puffy clouds and irresistibly sweet scent of new leaf. Though the seasons never changed she could remember days like this back home on earth. The orange and white tabby stretched out her long legs. Perhaps she ought to hunt... it seemed perhaps even like a decent day for a swim. She closed her eyes for a brief moment debating between the two. Perhaps she should fill her belly and than take a short swim.. she had all the time in the world.

The she cat popped up onto her paws dropping into a stretch her muscles growing taut and head cocked back with a yawn. It would be a good day... she’d been laying around for days now. She needed to stretch her muscles... be busy. That would keep her from nasty thoughts.

@Starbot

[MEAT ANGELS]

Dawnsong opened her eyes, feeling sunshine wash over her pelt. Oh.. right. Last nights dream had been disturbing. She had dreamed of Violetkit, but, instead of her dying, Violetkit had died instead. And every day, every moment, Violetkit's ghost would be hanging over her. And the unbearable guilt of having to let her go. Isn't that how I feel now, though? (Open!)

[Starfall]

Originally Posted by wren

It was peaceful as all days were. The simplistic sky was sporting soft puffy clouds and irresistibly sweet scent of new leaf. Though the seasons never changed she could remember days like this back home on earth. The orange and white tabby stretched out her long legs. Perhaps she ought to hunt... it seemed perhaps even like a decent day for a swim. She closed her eyes for a brief moment debating between the two. Perhaps she should fill her belly and than take a short swim.. she had all the time in the world.

The she cat popped up onto her paws dropping into a stretch her muscles growing taut and head cocked back with a yawn. It would be a good day... she’d been laying around for days now. She needed to stretch her muscles... be busy. That would keep her from nasty thoughts.

@Starbot

Although he'd been dead for a while, the Ebony tom made his first pawstep in the Starclan Camp two seconds ago. He'd been camping out in the territory, no fear, no worry, no stress. Nothing to keep him from sleeping next to the river. But the second he stepped paw in the camp he was met with a face he'd never believe'd he'd see again.

It made sense she was here. He wasn't sure why he didn't even comprehend her being in Starclan...or maybe it was himself he didn't think would make it here. The tom stood there, opening and closing his maw. Wanting to say something, but should he? Did she even want to see him? last time they met he yelled at her, he scolded her. Wouldn't she be angry?

Fallenstream shook his head and glared at the ground. Claws clutching the ground beneath him, fur fluffed up. What was it other's did when they were met with this feeling? This emotion? How did they react, how did they make it go away. This pit of heavy, gunky feeling in his stomach. He hadn't felt this way in a long while...not since he'd last seen Waterstreak.

[wren]

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The molly raised herself to her paws about to head out into the territory when she was met with a familiar face. The she cat stood blinking a few times in a row. He looked so very familiar... young and spry and happy looking? Though as she studied his face closer she could see the strain in his gaze. Fallenstar. The former deputy’s face twisted into memory and her ears flattened.

“Oh...”

She felt like she’d just swallowed mud, far to afraid to open her mouth and let out coherent words. The tom she’d known and worked under during her life was here. She chewed the inside of her cheek struggling to sift through all of the possible things she could have said. Things she wanted to say... the molly suddenly sat with a whump. Floored by the sight of him. When had he died? What happened to him? Who was his deputy? How was shore? The she cat searched for words and ultimately found barely nothing. “Where have you been...” she paused “I- I mean how have you been? Why are you here?”

@Starbot

[Starfall]

Originally Posted by wren

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The molly raised herself to her paws about to head out into the territory when she was met with a familiar face. The she cat stood blinking a few times in a row. He looked so very familiar... young and spry and happy looking? Though as she studied his face closer she could see the strain in his gaze. Fallenstar. The former deputy’s face twisted into memory and her ears flattened.

“Oh...”

She felt like she’d just swallowed mud, far to afraid to open her mouth and let out coherent words. The tom she’d known and worked under during her life was here. She chewed the inside of her cheek struggling to sift through all of the possible things she could have said. Things she wanted to say... the molly suddenly sat with a whump. Floored by the sight of him. When had he died? What happened to him? Who was his deputy? How was shore? The she cat searched for words and ultimately found barely nothing. “Where have you been...” she paused “I- I mean how have you been? Why are you here?”

@Starbot

He turned his head and gloomily looked down at the ground. He felt guilty for being caught, but at the same time he was happy to actually say hello to his Clanmate again. After she hadn't said anything for a bit the Tom felt finiky, poking at each rock around him and the dirt below him. Finally, she heavily sat herself down and spoke.

What she said made the Feline chuckle. "What do you mean why am I here? I'm dead." he snorted. "I should be asking how you've been, you've been here much longer than me." he said.

Fallenstream didn't walk forwards, instead he scooted himself away from the entrance a bit and sat himself down. A worried expression plastered on his face. "As for where I've been...before I died, I was rotting away in the Elders den." he gurgled. Annoyance dripping from his words. He was useless near the end of his life. The fact that he wasn't put down was incredible. Couldn't hunt for himself, couldn't fight for anything. Pathetic, and he used to call himself a leader.

The Rouge did him a favor. If the Rouge didn't he would have rotted away.

[wren]

“ I meant what I said. You shouldn’t be here. Last time I checked you were young and spry.” the she cat teased gently before feeling her tail curl around her paws. It didn’t feel real that she was staring into the face of someone she knew during life. Especially fallenstar of all cats. She felt that awkward wave of feeling cross her chest. He was young... last time she had been alive. She couldn’t imagine the tom being... dead. How would riverclan be doing without him? Her claws gently picked at the loose stones beneath her paws.

“How have I been” she mirrored the question with a laugh. “Perfect... I simply sit here all day on my butt and decide what I’d like to eat three times a day” she said quietly. “It’s quite... boring. Otherwise I’m.. perfect.”

His next comment took her off guard. The elders den? “The elders den fallen? Why on earth would you have been rotting away there? I had imagined you going out in a blaze of glory” she said with a kind hearted nod before she dropped down onto her side and tucked her paws under her chest. “I couldn’t... imagine that.”

@Starbot

[Dark Flame]

Oaksky settled down in the camp, sitting down on some solid ground between a splash of mud and a puddle. The tom thought back to his days when he was alive, thinking about the same cat.

“Hawkmist! That rabbit-heart didn’t even have the courage to die! He knew it was coming... yet he cheated his way out! I will never forgive that rabbit-brain, for the rest of my time here!”

Oaksky realised that he was talking out loud and fell silent, trying to turn back to his normal self.

( Open )

[Sorrow]

Breezekit started to cry. "Why,Duskstar? Why"Pinekit! Please be alright! Please!" Her best friend was depressed. She could tell. Breezekit cried until her head hurt,and she finally stopped,curled up so she looked like a big ball of fluff,and went to sleep.

[The Shadow Flower]

Originally Posted by Bravekit

Oaksky settled down in the camp, sitting down on some solid ground between a splash of mud and a puddle. The tom thought back to his days when he was alive, thinking about the same cat.

“Hawkmist! That rabbit-heart didn’t even have the courage to die! He knew it was coming... yet he cheated his way out! I will never forgive that rabbit-brain, for the rest of my time here!”

Oaksky realised that he was talking out loud and fell silent, trying to turn back to his normal self.

( Open )

FoxKit would run over to the tom, wondering what he was talking about.
The dead kit would tilt her head curiously.
Hi!! What'cha talking about??

[Dark Flame]

The oak-colored tom looked up at the kit, his expression going back to proud and confident. “It’s nothing. Just... something that always stays on my mind. Ever since my death, I’ve been talking out loud about my killer. He should have been the one to die that day... and he still lies to my family about my death.”

Oaksky sighed, going back to moody.

( @The Shadow Flower )