pafp say yes to heaven — talking about starclan

[DAWNSTORM]

die with memories , not dreams .
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The ex-Colony member hadn’t had a chance to learn about much else before the invasion. Thrust into multiple territories without a second thought. It’d been confusing, no less monumental to the male. He didn’t get the chance to ask questions.

Now? He had the chance to question what Starclan was.

Kae—Dawnstorm wasn’t sure what led to this moment, but he didn’t mind, listening to Darkwhisker ramble about StarClan with a slow bob of his helm, hoping he was convincing enough. The dual-furred warrior hadn’t the slightest clue what StarClan was and initially assumed it was another clan, and not well dead.

He supposed it was in the name. Star. He glanced wearily up at the sky. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Dead cats from the skies? Aliens? Was he sitting on anyone? He nearly lept to his paws in fear of stepping on anyone’s tails. Did they even feel anything?

“Dead cats?” He mumbled, staring at the other with a wide, deadpan gaze. “You worship dead cats?” He blinked, confused.

/ please wait for @DARKWHISKER ​

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[DARKWHISKER]

ੈ♡˳ . ° ✦ When one gets Darkwhisker talking about StarClan, it’s hard to get him to stop.

That is the trap that Dawnstorm has fallen into today. As a former Ripple Colony member, the older tom has much to learn. And who else is better equipped to teach Dawnstorm about StarClan, than Darkwhisker himself? Aside from Ravensong, of course… But Darkwhisker hadn’t seen the medicine cat around when he’d first launched into his lecture, so he’d assumed that the other tom was busy with very important medicinal duties.

Darkwhisker is, of course, more than happy to do Ravensong a favor and take on the role of divine teacher today. The medicine cat has a lot of weight on his shoulders, after all…

(He isn’t better at teaching others about StarClan than any other warrior, really. But he believes it to be so, since he has a ‘star-blessed’ pebble and undying faith.)

So, on and on he prattles. Rambling about how StarClan watches over them, how divine they are, and how Dawnstorm should praise them and give thanks to them for all they do at least once a day. Rarely giving enough pause for questions… And so absorbed in his ‘educational’ speech that he doesn’t notice how he only seems to be confusing Dawnstorm more.

Until Darkwhisker pauses for breath, and Dawnstorm utters a bewildered question. You worship dead cats? The way it’s phrased is irreverent enough to nearly have Darkwhisker bristling… StarClan is so much more than dead cats. They’re holy deities, who watch over and protect the clans. So many of RiverClan’s friends and family are among them. His sister is among them. But he quickly reminds himself that Dawnstorm is unaccustomed to RiverClan’s ways.

Anger is not welcome here. He banishes the prickling irritation to the far recesses of his mind.

“No… Not just ‘dead cats.’ They’re divine, blessed with infinite wisdom. They watch over us, and guide us.” Has Dawnstorm been listening? Surely, he has. It must just be a lot to take in for a newcomer. Darkwhisker smiles to the other tom, hoping to be virtuous with his patience. Just as StarClan would want him to be. “We respect them… And we hope to be the best we can be in life, so that we may be worthy of joining them in death. You should do the same…” He tries to lighten his words with a polite tone.

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ooc information

• this DEFINITELY isn’t two weeks old! (i’m so sorry)
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  DARKWHISKER — HE/HIM ･ 17 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY NICO

  tall, lithe dusky brown tom with splashes of white. a cheerful tom who tries to put a smile on the face of everyone he talks to, darkwhisker's life is devoted to spreading positivity in a world full of negativity. though his words may be fanciful— and coated in the sugar of white lies, at times— he is a well-intentioned, albeit overly idealistic, young warrior.

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[hazecloud]

There's a tension between the two cats that drew Hazecloud forward. At first she fell into the age-old habit of simply lingering in the shadow of their conversation. Darkwhisker gabbled on and on about their starry ancestors in a way that was hard to digest for someone brand new to their culture. Hardly a pause in between for understand, solely dumping any and all information known onto the poor tom.

Dawnstorm spoke up in what was misunderstood as dissent, and his tone caused her to step forward, slow and silent as she made her rest beside the pair.

"Do you remember how we taught you and your littermates about StarClan, Darkwhisker?" Hazecloud smiled as she glanced between them. "We told you a little bit at a time until you could all understand. First we taught you about the Great Battle. How two colonies fought under what we now call Fourtrees. How at some point, we lost sight of what we were truly fighting for and we were turning the forest into a massacre?" She paused to turn to Dawnstorm, allowing him to ask questions or confirm he understood.

"StarClan was born from that war. The lives lost in the battles leading up to that day had gained the hindsight that endless violence would lead us nowhere. Their wisdom saved us, so we look to them for continued guidance so we may continue to live in the forest. Does that make sense?" A simplified explanation to several moons of history, but their new Clanmates would have never truly known the mess of blood and death that drew them to unity.​

 

[willowroot]

( ☾ ) tufted ears twitch as the conversation reaches them, and the smoke feline finds herself moving towards them. eyes of fern flick to hazecloud as she attempts to explain, and a slow nod accompanies her arrival. "many cats find the concept difficult to understand. some like to simply think of starclan as the spirits of those who have passed. we look to them for guidance because we miss them and appreciated their wisdom in life," she pauses, tipping her head as if to shake more thoughts into her brain. "we like to believe their forms are those of the stars we see at night, so they can always watch over us. for some, it is a deeper connection, for others it is simply a comfort."

she remembers joining riverclan at it's very beginning, before darkwhisker's existence, before anyone knew what a ripple colony was. she supposes she has always believed in some sort of afterlife- stories from the other mouser cats on the docks, tales of cats in the sky that fed into her belief. thus, it hadn't been that difficult for her to accept that the clans believed something similar. looking at dawnstorm's confused face, though, she can understand the oddness of the concept. "did the ripple colony have any spiritual beliefs?" she asks, curiosity and kindness in her tone. "if it's not too invasive to ask." ​