private CONSPIRANOIA 𓆩♡𓆪 STARLINGHEART

[DAWNGLARE]

Dawnglare keeps well away from the moonstone. He is sure Fireflyglow would take solace... Perhaps his father would bathe him in divine light after death, and he'd smile his niave smile, feeling holy in the name of things that didn't truly matter. They sit by it the longest, even as the others lift their heads... one of them is a mosaic of moonlight and shadows, black and white. Foul green eyes that he'd thought, moons ago, would surely seal a disastrous fate.

And yet, she remains. He wonders if he feels jealousy over the failure of her own apprentice... He imagines their positions swapped: Fireflypaw crushed under rubble; Magpiepaw, perhaps a -wing. He would be missing out on this, the wobbly shake of accomplishment. Victory and doing what no other has. Authenticity bled in both word and in action. All of them glower, envious certainly. They had no reason not to look down on him now... not like they ever truly had it. But then... Perhaps he would've felt more... needed, returning home.

Somewhere, cracks splinter stone. Painfully, his claws scrape rocky ground. Not like he would ever wish... Not like he would ever want that. A grave for him. The Moonstone begs his attention in the corner of an eye. To scorn him, surely. To blind him with petty expectation. Dawnglare does not look their way. Instead, he pads to Starlingheart; long - time... ah, acquaintance.

" Starlingheart, " he greets. Silver - studded eyes narrow in a way that is not... unfriendly, no. There are a number of things he could say... About Fireflyglow. About Magpiepaw. About the passage of time... He doesn't have long, though. Soon enough, ThunderClan's oafish excuse of a Medicine Cat would come clinging to Stalingheart's side. A pest, if he's ever seen one. Frivolities are often lost on him. Dawnglare strikes swiftly, the lilt of his head like a serpent's. " You've lasted so much longer than I've ever expected you to, you know. " An ambiguous smile creases his eyes.

OOC: takes place during the medicine cat meeting! @Starlingheart

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[Starlingheart]

The loss of Magpiepaw gets easier and easier with each passing moon in which she must travel to their holy grounds alone. It is so easy to slip back into routine - too easy, almost and it leaves her feeling guilty more times than not. Her grief is like a thorn in her paw that has healed over, under the skin, always there, but with time it hurts a little less. That is, until something new comes along to rip open the wound once again.

When her solitary eye opens once more, it is not to a forest filled with star-shine but a cave illuminated by the softly glowing stone before her. She blinks a couple of times in the dim light, sleep still making her limbs groggy as she pushes herself to her paws. A quick glance at the others confirms that she is the second one to wake and her head swings around as the other speaks. His words are as direct as ever, there is no surprise there and she has long since learned not to take the calloused things SkyClan's medicine cat says to heart. There had never exactly been friendship between them, she knows, but there had never exactly been hate either. "We are-are both the longest lasting medicine cat's here" she confirms, her voice hushed as she glances at the others forlornly and thinks. How many medicine cats had the other clan gone through now? RiverClan, and ThunderClan were each on their third to wear the title, and WindClan their fourth. Only Dawnglare could claim to be an original, cemented in his position when the clans had first been founded. And her... her aunt had abandoned her station with haste, which made Starlingheart ShadowClan's second medicine cat. "Fate has- it's tried to take me from my clan but- but I guess I'm pretty stubborn." her attempt at lightheartedness is accompanied by a tilt at the corners of her features, a paw reaching up to touch the scars at her neck where the claws of a cat she had once called lover had tried to end her reign.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

 

[DAWNGLARE]

It is gross, the perceived association of their names. There is a critical narrow of his eyes at once; brilliant blue, made for the moon. Crystal beside the wretched color that Starlingheart wore. Little did she know, she's worn her future downfall on her face from the day her eyes turned, nestled at her mother's belly. " Is that really what you think? " he is caught between unbidden disdain; a grimace and the rumble of a near growl — and unbridled amusement, something hilarious enough that he could laugh, and highstones' cavern would carry his voice the way it has been meant to. Neither wins, but they both tug and pull; leave him with something curiously - toned. Wide eyes and a thin - set mouth observe her so.

His giggle is slight, but as quiet as it is, it seems to stretch so much further. " Fate will try so much harder" he tells her. What crisscrosses her body is light in comparison to true hellfire. She ought not to take that the wrong way, though. Did it make her any fairer? Any truer? That lightning has not yet split her down the middle? " Whatever happened to you clearly did not want you dead enough. " It would not have been so clumsy. So... forgiving. It is a story that he would not ask for, but it is one that he acknowledges.

" And... " His eyes press into his skull uncomfortably. If Starlingheart t hought them the same— two of a kind, let him ask her this, " Does ShadowClan appreciate you? For your... ss-stuborness? "​