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[DIPPERFROST]

// set after the meeting!!

Dipperfrost. The name was everything she ever could've hoped for. It denoted a cat who was strong while still holding onto a certain grace. Everything she had ever aspired to be was wrapped up in that name and she has to wonder if StarClan themselves deceased upon Smokestar in his dreams and whispered it into his ear. Her sun-drowned eyes flit to the cat walking next to her and she cannot help but to wonder, did he feel the same about his name? Was Ferngill something he would have chosen for himself, did he feel it summed up everything he was and everything he hoped to be? She would ask, but there was a peaceful sort of quiet that had settled around them and he was focused on the the star-lit river beneath him, looking for fish. She was reluctant to break that focus, to shatter the comfortable silence.

She was glad when he had asked her to come hunting with him tonight. A celebratory hunt, he has said. Her first as a warrior. She still wishes Jaypaw had been named alongside her but she is glad she has her friend to welcome her to warriorhood alongside him. It was a feat that, in her opinion, had been a long time coming. It took a warriors courage to volunteer for the journey after all, something she did not quite have the guts to do herself.

Suddenly, a glimmer catches her eyes, pulling her gaze skyward. "Look" she breathes, bumping into her companions shoulder lightly as she lifts a paw skyward to point at the star that was streaking through the night sky on a descent down towards earth. "The elders told me a story about falling stars once…" Unlike most apprentices, she actually loved spending time with the elders and was among the first to volunteer to do any duties pertaining them. Though if she was honest, she didn't get a lot done in their presence. She had an ear for their tales and they knew it. Dipperfrost could sit for hours listening to their stories and never grow tired of it. "They say that a falling star can be one of two things. A warrior being cast out from StarClan or a cat being reborn as a kitten" The shooting star is long gone at this point, but her eyes remain on the sky, as if she is waiting for more. "What do you think?" she asks, not daring to look away.

// @FERNGILL
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[FERNGILL]

Ferngill was glad that he had not had to wait very long for Dipperfrost to join him in the warriors den. Despite the moon-plus he'd spent away from RiverClan while on the journey, he had settled back into their friendship rather easily- and it was easy, and since the journey he'd appreciated that in a friend. The friends he'd made on the journey were... complicated. Were cats he looked in the eye over the border with a snow-flash of a grin, but knew in his heart he would have to fight. His WindClan friends, especially... were they even friends, anymore?

Light streaked across the sky- look, Dipperfrost murmured, and he did. A glimmer skittering across the sky, a cat with a tail, whatever it was... and Dipperfrost too seemed to be wondering. As she spoke, a sparkling eye of green looked to her. A warrior being cast out from StarClan or a cat being reborn as a kitten. Ferngill's sighted pupil rounded with wonder. Superstition, queen's tales, they held some sort of... quality within the web of the stories, something innately believable.

What do you think? Ferngill beamed at the question, even if it didn't really warrant it. Stars waltzed in his eyes as he glanced up at the sky, specked with spirits. "I've never heard that," he chimed, "But I like it." His voice was aglow with reverie, awe, at the concept.

Starburst frework, berrelling into the soul of someone yet unborn. That was a nice thought, wasn't it? "But- but maybe, all the stars up there that aren't StarClan spirits... they're new stars being born instead of reborn, and they go back there when they go up to StarClan. " He rambled a little, concepts running away from him. "Does that make sense?"​

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