- Dec 17, 2022
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The night surrounding highstones is alight with the buzzing of life. Humid greenleaf nights awaken the moor's many insects. Crickets sing and rustle about, and the distant stars call to the fluttering moths he disturbs with each step through the dense grass. Here, past the line of burns and the trenches the twolegs did not repair, it is as if nothing had changed at all. A charred line separating the life they now lived and who they once had the potential to be. There are no more flowers in these areas. Perhaps StarClan knew that would be too terrible a reminder for him. Already his mind swims with them.
Sleeplessness and desperation both act as his guides. He had not told his clan where he was going β it reminds him of Smokestar, briefly, and his death just here. He had not been there for it. Did not know of it fully until many moons had passed. How he might laugh if they came full circle now. Strenuous attempts at understanding, back to how they had been. Sootspot may order it once more, even! The rabbit did not take his life. Who knew what next might. Bitterly, he thinks: this is not the way that I was meant to live, and just as quickly shakes his head before it takes root. Whether or not StarClan had known that he would come upon this place, one is not meant to know their own fate. Sunstar was not above this.
Into the dark, he plunges himself in silence. The light of the stars and the near-round moon guide him forward. Only for a few steps, and then it fades. From a silvery sheen to steely grey, and then into a pit of nothingness that his eyes strain to adjust to yet never fully parse. He has come only a pawful of times before, each one scrubbed from his memory. Stale cat-scent guides him to places his whiskers brush and his head jerks cautiously away. Deeper and deeper, into the rough downward slope. It feels as if the walls should press down upon him, yet they remain arched above what he can feel as he pads deeper in.
StarClan's light is no less glorious than it had been as he claimed his lives. This time, however, it does not bring him comfort. Grimly, desperately, the leader presses his nose to the stone and tries to relax.
Sleeplessness and desperation both act as his guides. He had not told his clan where he was going β it reminds him of Smokestar, briefly, and his death just here. He had not been there for it. Did not know of it fully until many moons had passed. How he might laugh if they came full circle now. Strenuous attempts at understanding, back to how they had been. Sootspot may order it once more, even! The rabbit did not take his life. Who knew what next might. Bitterly, he thinks: this is not the way that I was meant to live, and just as quickly shakes his head before it takes root. Whether or not StarClan had known that he would come upon this place, one is not meant to know their own fate. Sunstar was not above this.
Into the dark, he plunges himself in silence. The light of the stars and the near-round moon guide him forward. Only for a few steps, and then it fades. From a silvery sheen to steely grey, and then into a pit of nothingness that his eyes strain to adjust to yet never fully parse. He has come only a pawful of times before, each one scrubbed from his memory. Stale cat-scent guides him to places his whiskers brush and his head jerks cautiously away. Deeper and deeper, into the rough downward slope. It feels as if the walls should press down upon him, yet they remain arched above what he can feel as he pads deeper in.
StarClan's light is no less glorious than it had been as he claimed his lives. This time, however, it does not bring him comfort. Grimly, desperately, the leader presses his nose to the stone and tries to relax.
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ββββββa rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or un-windclan build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
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