starclan SPACE GIRL - ravensong & lightningstone

[Moonbeam]

Moonpaw had slept with StarClan once before, her own ceremony and acceptance into the ranks as a cat training to become a medicine cat fresh within her mind as she and Ravensong had traveled to sleep with the stars and converse with the other medicine cats once more. She wasn't sure what she had been hoping for in a dream this moon - if anything - but almost as soon as she had pressed her nose against the smooth cold rock that was the Moonstone she had closed her eyes and reopened them to see fog and mist surrounding her, the cold and warmth that was synonymous with StarClan causing fur to rise on end for just a moment before she got used to it. Eventually she hoped that fur would not rise upon these meetings, that she would get used to dreaming with the dead and conversing when the time was needed though she was sure that she would never get used to it, it would keep it's awe and mystique through her life.

Looking around for just a moment this time was different. When she had slept the first time she'd been alone with one other as she was accepted but this time she dreamed alongside her mentor and as orange eyes met the black pelt of Ravensong she felt her breath catch in her throat and eyes widened for just a moment before head turned in front once more as she heard the sound of pawsteps coming near.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• @LIGHTNINGSTONE @RAVENSONG
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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[LIGHTNINGSTONE]

It's still a strange feeling, walking among the stars. He spends much of his time away from the throng of fellow StarClanners, instead opting to watch over his last living daughter. Sometimes, Oxbowpaw and Meadowheart join him, and together they talk and hunting and murmur good fortunes to Brookstorm so far down below. Selfishly, he wishes it was her visiting them tonight, but his fierce child had never been cut out for the life of a medicine cat. Instead, he pads out of the trees to see Moonpaw and Ravensong, two faces so familiar, but with so much time passing since he'd last seen them. "Welcome," He gruffly greets, nodding to each of the cats before him with the respect they deserve in their station. "It's nice to see you both." Despite the pleasantries on his tongue, it is obvious by the uneasy look in his eye there is more he wishes to say. ​

 

[Moonbeam]

Eyes flick once again to Ravensong as Lightningstone moves before the two, maw opening slightly before shutting once more. When they're greeted she dips her own head in turn, respect given to the cat who was once living but now dead and though she was unsure how truly it worked she was sure that they were in his home now, whether it was Lightningstone inviting the duo here or that they simply showed up due to whatever it was that could be of importance was needing to be said.

"Lightningstone," She'd breathe out, ears pricked as the white moggie looked to the other for answers. "What brings you here, with both of us instead of just one?" It's hard not to tell the look in his eye and even harder not to realize that something could be wrong with dreams shared by many instead of between just one living and one not.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

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• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 11 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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