camp of twinkling nights ღ musing starclan

[whitedawn]

Being born in Windclan had a list of traditions that you were raised with. Of course, after her mother distanced herself, Whitepaw mostly raised herself on the quiet sidelines of the hustle and bustle of the clan. She knew of Starclan, vaguely as it was. It was hard not to hear of the sacred clan that resides in the stars, and the constant honor of being in Windclan and being the closest to them. It was often said and heard, and it was easy to believe. Even if Whitepaw wasn't fully sure how to feel about Starclan, herself. She often found her solace at night underneath the moon and stars, so Starclan was watching over her, weren't they? Was that how it worked? Did she have anyone to watch over her specifically? She didn't think she did. She only knew Greyhawk and her side of the family. She had a father, didn't she? Adderpaw had Weaselclaw and Snakepaw had Shadowsight, so surely she has one doesn't she? Where was he then?
Shaking her head, a soft exhale left the ivory molly as she stared up at the stars, her fluffy tail curling around her. Starclan was an entity that she didn't know how to feel about, yet, they were worshipped so heavily by her clanmates. She didn't fully understand it. She wanted to understand them but didn't even begin to know how. "Do the stars ever whisper?" She murmured out loud without her realizing, rose-hued gaze still focus on the twinkling shapes above.

// 50th white post yeet
WindClan is a very faithful clan and are proud to live out their lives right underneath StarClan's watchful eye. How does your characters faith bring them closer to their clan-mates?​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[SUNFLOWERMASK]

.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG

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Sunflowerpaw has taken a bit more interest in StarClan as of late, owing to their half-brother's newfound fascination. Most of their life, they had viewed the starry ancestors much the same as Whitepaw had, a secondhand faith that never quite felt their own. The difference is that they hadn't wanted to understand it before.

Whitepaw's question is an interesting one. They never considered that the stars would whisper. Why would they? They speak, surely, but to medicine cats and leaders. Unless... Maybe they're just not listening hard enough. Maybe Whitepaw's right, and the stars do speak, they're just too quiet for most cats to hear. They're so far away, after all. Maybe the medicine cats just need to learn to listen closely enough. They could ask Vulturemask, but right now they find themself content to stare up into the boundless expanse of black with Whitepaw, imagine what words the stars must speak to each other. Once-living cats, that's what they are. Do they speak of their lives, of times long-gone? Or, no, they give prophecies -- the future, then?

Surely they'd speak of their living kin. Sunflowerpaw has none to worship among the star-studded black, loner-born cat that they are. Whitepaw must, though. They know of what happened to their family, all except their mother. They glance to Whitepaw, her gaze fixed on the sky. Is her family staring back, they wonder?

Sunflowerpaw has good ears. They strain them to hear, in the silence following Whitepaw's question. If they listen hard enough, maybe the voices of the stars will come to them, whisper-soft just as their friend's voice is. They could tell her then, answer her question. But no, there are no star-voices for them to catch. "Don't hear," they reply eventually in response to Whitepaw's words, murmured just as hers had been. The stars are silent, no whispers. But that doesn't mean they'll never speak, in the hush-tones that Whitepaw has brought them to imagine. They'll just have to keep listening, they suppose. Just in case.

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IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME .°☀

⟪ OOC ⟫ ⟪ INFO ⟫ ⟪ REF ⟫

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• SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
  — they/them, 5 moons.
  — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
  — mild limp.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
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[TIGERFROST]

TIGERFROST ♂

0/9

WINDCLAN / LEAD WARRIOR
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH

HEALTH: ████████████████████​

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The dusty hued tom overhears the brief start of the conversation, and he flicks an ear, gazing upon the glistening starlight far above their heads. Did the stars whisper? Not to the ears of most, but he imagines there are a few across the clans that get to enjoy the occasional interaction with their ancestors. Tigerfrost can't help but wonder what messenges were passed on by the spirits lurking in the night sky. Did they approve of all the recent bloodshed between clans? RiverClan's murder of Juniperfrost? ShadowClan's recent lies? He never knows what to think of their ancestors anymore. He has faith in them, but is not so certain on their morality, or their view of the cats living far below.

"If they do, only leaders and medicine cats know." Tigerfrost points out with a casual rumble from where he rests nearby. His gaze briefly flickers between Whitepaw and Sunflowerpaw, before dancing back up to the stars. "Vulturemask received a prophecy once. So did Sootstar." The Lead Warrior goes on to explain.​

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[SILVERTHORN]

ALL NIGHT GAMER​

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"Why does StarClan only commune with a select few? I'm just... curious." Silverpaw queried as he idled close to the cluster of felines. StarClan remained a matter most foreign to him, though such beliefs had been unknown to him until his days spent in WindClan. His old kittypet life held nothing in equivalence to this, and learning on the fly wasn't doing him much good. If anything it left his belief in it all somewhat shaky. But he tried to remain open about it as much as he could.
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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — Snakepaw didn't linger in his cousin's vicinity all too often, mostly because he wanted to avoid any association with her, but it wasn't always easy to do so when he now shared a den with her. Whitepaw had posed a question about StarClan, to which other cats began to offer their own input surrounding the enigma that was their celestial ancestors.

The tom's relationship with StarClan was... complicated. There was no denying their existence; his parents had witnessed the manifestation of the deceased with their own naked eyes. They had chosen Sootstar to rule the moors however and Snakepaw always wondered how different things would be if one of his own parents had been chosen. At least her lineage was pure and strong, his father always said. He likely wouldn't even be in WindClan if some sort of kittypet like Blazestar had been chosen instead.

He sneers upon hearing Silverpaw's voice. Hmph, speaking of kittypets. "Because StarClan's chosen are special. They don't have time to talk to just any cat." Snakepaw snorted, straightening up and holding his head high, gaze lifting toward silverpelt. "I heard that you can feel their power when you visit the Moonstone. You can even touch your nose to it." The midnight-colored apprentice muses, his mind beginning to wander and try and visualize the glowing rock in his mind.

When it was his turn to visit the Moonstone, StarClan would speak to him. They would tell him that he was destined for greatness, that he would be the next great leader of WindClan. He was sure of it.​

 

[Juniperpaw]

The night is silver underneath the luminous face of the waxing moon and the stars are bright against the dark backdrop of the sky. A gathering of apprentices catches Juniperkit's attention as he quietly toddles from the nursery. Tired of his siblings biting his ears and tail, he's decided that he wants to join the older cats for some more peaceful interaction. Technically, he is supposed to be in the nest, but Juniperkit struggles to fall asleep. He isn't sure why. Mama's heartbeat always relaxes him and his siblings' warmth is comforting. His mind is just so...restless. There are so many things going on that he can't even begin to understand and it's both confusing and overwhelming.

He tries his best to be quiet as he approaches, careful not to draw attention until he is already settled in the midst of the apprentices. Juniperkit finds a place beside Whitepaw, wordless curling up against her soft white pelt with a small smile in greeting. "My dad is there," Juniperkit says after Snakepaw finishes his explanation. "Mama says I was almost sent there too." When he failed to take his first breath. Juniperkit doesn't say it aloud, but he's sure his dad was calling him to Starclan. Or maybe he was keeping his son from joining Starclan too soon... Juniperfrost is little more than a story to his son, but Juniperkit feels like he knows his father.​

 

[WEASELCLAW]

Though the hardworking WindClan cats are wont to sink into their nests at the end of a brutal day, stargazing isn't an uncommon past-time for Weaselclaw and his Clanmates. They are by far StarClan's most devout Clan, and with their proximity to Silverpelt, each and every cat is called to heed their glory on warm nights. Weaselclaw sits beside Tigerfrost, flicking his tail tip against the other lead warrior's flank in greeting. He listens passively to the apprentices' chatter, nodding his head approvingly at Snakepaw's answer to Silverpaw. "I suspect it takes a special gift to be able to speak with StarClan," he murmurs. Sootstar certainly has it, and although he initially had doubts about Vulturemask, the scarred black warrior had received a prophecy. Had saved his daughter's life.

He shakes his head to clear the thought, attention shifting to a little kit who toddles close. One of Spiderbloom's, so big already. Blue-gray like his father, bearing his namesake. Weaselclaw's heart aches with sympathy at the tomkit's musing. "My dad is there." The lead warrior nods. "He is. Your father earned his place in StarClan." He adds thoughtfully, "It was not your time to meet StarClan yet, but after you live a long life as a WindClan warrior, you will join them, too. And you will meet your father and see what a great cat he was."​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[SILVERTHORN]

ALL NIGHT GAMER​

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So only a select few could commune with the great and fabled StarClan? He supposed that was what made the likes of leaders and medicine cats special, and somewhat governed who would fill such lofty roles. Silverpaw hummed lightly to himself as he nodded his head before returning his attention to the sky as the others continued to talk. Idly he listened to the exchange between the young Juniperkit and Weaselclaw, admittedly with greater interest than what he liked to admit. Eventually he turned his head to look at the older tom. "Do only clan cats get to become one with StarClan? Will... will I ever be welcome?" Already he was bracing himself for the likely prospect of being told no and having his kittypet heritage dragged out yet again like some filthy piece of evidence that would keep him at a distance from all others.
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[SPARROWBREEZE]

Sparrowpaw still has plenty to learn about WindClan's ways. Having not been born into the clan, there are still traditions she wonders about, and StarClan is one of them.

StarClan, a place somewhere up in the sky, she thinks. Where fallen clan cats go when they can no longer serve their clan.

Death isn't anything new to the child. Her cause for arrival upon the moors was riddled with it, an experience that shook the brown tabby to her core. Her first real lesson on StarClan was the sight of a fallen warrior - a moment that brought fear to her as well, as the blue tom lay unmoving on the ground, as the then kits of WindClan were beckoned forward to observe. It was an experience that only led to further questions left unasked.

Is her mother up there too? Her father? Kestrel? All safe from the dogs, up in the stars?

As an amber gaze stares up at the stars above, she can only hope they are. Sparrowpaw doesn't know for certain, and it's a question that, for once, she fears asking. For, if they weren't in the stars, where else would they be?

"Do the stars ever whisper?"

It's Whitepaw that asks a question, this time. The brown and white tabby looks over to the pale apprentice, and then to her other clanmates, listening to the conversation that arises. They speak, but only to a few - to the leader and the medicine cat. Sootstar and Vulturemask.

"How do they know who to choose?" Sparrowpaw finds herself asking, paws shifting beneath her, "What if the stars choose wrong, and the chosen don't listen to them?" What happens then, when the fallen can no longer speak to the clan?

An older apprentice asks something similar to what Sparrowpaw fears asking, and a wide-eyed gaze looks over to him. If... If he wasn't allowed to go to StarClan, did that mean Sparrowpaw wouldn't be either? And her family... that would mean...

She looks back up at the stars, scanning the night sky as if she'd know for certain which stars were her mother and father - her little brother, too - just by looking at them. They have to be up there. They have to.

And if she couldn't be up there either, how could she ever grow up to be a strong warrior for WindClan, when she wasn't destined for the same fate as the rest of them?
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[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw's tattered ear flicks, uncomfortable. Silverpaw's question is one he doesn't know how to answer. Not because he does not want to offend the young feline, but because he does not truly know the answer. He snorts, thinking of SkyClan. "Well, they've given kittypets nine lives before, so I suppose it's possible." Despite Silverpaw's insolence during an earlier incident, Weaselclaw does want him to prove himself to be capable, but the tabby does not think he'll ever get over the kittypet blood running through the blue-masked tom's veins.

He turns to Sparrowpaw, the little she-cat who'd come from the horseplace. He narrows his eyes at her question. "It's not for us to question StarClan's choices," he tells her with a slight edge to his voice. Is she questioning their decision to give Sootstar nine lives? After a pause, he says, "Although I think we all do wonder, from time to time..." Again he thinks of Kittypetstar and flares his nostrils.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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