Recent content by BLAZESTAR

Yukio resumes his position, and the final StarClanner approaches Twitchbolt. In full starlit regalia, the disappointment has been wiped from his features; Blazestar holds his head high, his tail in tandem, and his sunflower pelt is bleached silver from the moon. He has put his regrets behind...

The clearing Orangestar awakens in is one that should be faintly familiar; this time, though, only a single cat comes to greet her. Silver spills like juice from the crushed fruit of the moon, frosting a thick golden pelt. Eyes like a greenleaf storm shimmer with starlight. With pain. The...

It has been some time since Blazestar has walked in his former Clanmates' dreams. Tonight, when Fireflyglow stirs in his nest, he will find a warm breeze in his thick fur, the gleam of stars reflecting in his pale blue eyes. When the medicine cat's jaws part to taste the air, he will find it...

Blazestar blinks as a former ShadowClan warrior lifts his head, his coppery eyes gleaming as he pulls himself to his paws. Loampelt, the golden tom thinks, his blue eyes narrowing somewhat. Loampelt reiterates his original suggestion, one that the majority of StarClanners had balked at...

Blazestar weeps. His paws touch the earth, crunch the pine needles; misfit silver streams from storm-blue eyes. He crouches over Dawnglare's stiffening, scarlet-streaked body, and he weeps. This is the cat who'd blinked back at him from his window with round, kittenish eyes — the one who'd...

As Wolfwind takes her place along the starry procession, another leaves the line — huge, powerful shoulders ripple beneath a silver-wrought cream coat. Blue eyes that once held the supple vulnerability of bruises meet Flamewhisker's with the wisdom won with death. Death, and experience. He...

The misty barrier that hangs through the starry sky still unnerves Blazestar to his core. He and the rest of StarClan's warriors are convinced something sinister lies beyond, but they are no closer to figuring out just what that is. It had been built after the mad queen Sootstar's final death...

Blazestar takes a moment to marvel at the tom his firstborn has become—scar-faced, but resplendent, with luscious cream-colored fur and the pitch-dark fur he'd inherited from his mother masking his face and paws. Blue eyes are gifted once more with vision, and Blazestar smiles at him with all...

Blazestar has grown accustomed to helplessness. He toils amidst a star-strewn forest, separated by lifetimes, while Bobbie grieves, while she builds barriers made of briars around her tattered soul, while his children grow without guidance. He sees the fear gleaming in violet-tinged eyes, and he...

A bulky golden figure moves through the shadows of StarClan’s forest and stops before a pool of water filled with frosted stars. Its surface is disturbed by a golden paw; it ripples, shimmers and awakens, until he can see shapes backlit by a fiery setting sun. His heavy blue gaze, rounded with...

A final cat breaks rank from the band of StarClan warriors, this one towering above the rest. Blazestar is resplendent: his golden fur shimmers with celestial frost, and the weariness that had drawn his features in the last few moons of his life has been replaced. The expression he wears is one...

The warrior before him is scented with the moor, with recent battle, and he’s briefly reminded of his brutal end, of teeth snagging the flesh on the back of his neck. Blazestar regards Sunstride with round, twinkling eyes. Silence stretches between them for scattered heartbeats. “Does StarClan...

StarClan’s forest trembles with fragrant, soft winds. Here, the air is unseasonably warm, damp with the taste of rain, laced with scuttling prey-scents. From the treeline, a pair of silver-blue eyes burn like descended stars; as Sunstride awakens, Blazestar detaches himself from the shadows and...

Bobbie purrs back at him—the sound sparkles in his ears, against his body. Blazestar stretches, her warmth flooding through him like greenleaf sun. “We’ll go to Dawnglare together,” he murmurs. He wonders if there’s time, before the kits are born, to mend that relationship, too—whatever had...

The sight of Wolfpaw hunched just outside the medicine cat’s den, tendrils of pale fur dropping to the dust, is enough to cause Blazestar to stiffen in place. Once, the sight of his grandkits had filled him with immeasurable joy, and, though subdued, there’s still a spark of that flitting about...