[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by Lawlipop

Honeypool made a tiny noise as she jumped upon hearing an unfamiliar voice. It felt... it sounded... otherworldly. Like the cat has reached an internal peace with themselves and is perfectly content. A cat who doesn't need to worry about the things a forest cat had to. This was a state of contentment that a clan cat could only dream to achieve. She scrambled to her feet and she stood in a wary stance away from the cat, her fur flared up in shock as she took a few heartbeats to examine the cat in front of her. The way his pelt and eyes shone, it all made Honeypool shake in fearful and amazed awe. She finally is able to get herself to open her mouth to speak. "W-W-Who..." she begins, stammering whilst still in astonishment. "Who are you? And what is this place?" she asks, saying the last part as she takes a quick look around at the starry background before placing her eyes back on the icey tom. Her voice is shakey and meek. She usually talks to others in this tone, Cloversplash the only she knows well enough to be able to talk to her with a clear voice. But in this situation, in a place she doesn't with a strange looking tom caused her stammering to reach it's peak. It made situations like this a bit more awkward and unwillingly shows her weakness and vulnerability, from her shaky knees to her maw fumbling with words in an attempt to get them out.

Waterstreak was used to the shock and fear that most cats had when they saw him, or any other Starclan cat for that matter. He only just sat up calmly and watched her as her mind worked to process this. "My dear, Honeypool, I am Waterstreak." He spoke calmly, knowing how terrifying it could be, especially if realization had struck already. "And this is Starclan." He spoke in a comforting tone, knowing that if they hadn't figured it out by now, then they knew it now. This was also the part where most normal cats would freak out and go crazy in thinking they were dead. But the gray tabby tom knew how to handle this. He just had to stay calm. If he was calm, then most others would calm down as well. "Do not fret though. You are not dead, merely dreaming. Once you are done here you will wake up in your own nest." He spoke softly. He still sat, the stars twinkling heavily about half way up his body then moving to a more randomized and scattered form. His cobalt blue eyes were dappled with stars as he smiled kindly at her. "You are most likely here for a reason darling. Most cats are anyways. Tell me Honeypool, is there something troubling you in the Clans?"