camp Starlit Reverie | watching the stars

[TIGERFROST]

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The night was warm, and the skies were clear of cloud cover. The camp was quiet, gentle and tucked beneath the night, embraced by shadows and showered by the moon. While many slept, dozing through their vibrant dreams, some remained awake, shining eyes open. Tigerfrost has positioned himself upon his back, his gaze toward the void-like sky high above his head. Within that sea of black, spirit-like speckles glistened and glowed, and for a time, Tigerfrost almost feels as if it might swallow him. As if he'd fall right into that void with a splash, never to be seen again. It's a silly thought, of course. One could not take a tumble into the night sky. And as he watches, his thoughts churn. Memories of the past, of peace and of war, of friendships that were akin to burning embers, and betrayals that were more like shards of ice. Tigerfrost knows he's not the kindest of cats, knows he can have a cruel tongue.

But, despite all his faults, despite his foul mood and cold tone, his harsh and bitter words, and his stubborn choices, as he laid there with molten eyes that reflected the distant stars, the tabby was still so undeniably feline. A tom who bled like everything else, who breathed, saw, felt, and understood. And, when the time came, he, too, would find himself among that peaceful sky, staring down instead of up, at the next warrior who pondered the world and their place within it, just as he had.​

 

[MALLOWLARK]

It was a fond, abyssal reminder- how all-encompassing the sky was. Shadowed arms that illuminated them all- glowed down upon them, the eyes of the bones at Fourtrees. He'd not been in that battle, but- those skeletons had brought him blessings, as they had everyone else. And the souls who had once dwelled in those worm-bitten cadavers now dwelled in the sequins of the skies, whispered messages in the wind and in dreams and in signs. They had brought him to his destiny more than once, he was sure. In their glister now, that ever-so-slight twinkle, was it movement he saw? Did it urge him to move?

The sky in his eyes, his pupils snapped to the supine form of Tigerfrost, the fire of his gaze lit to an inferno with the night-light. "Looking for something?" he asked, something of a joke. Weren't they all? The dead were up there, a gruesome thought... but they were beautified by their noble deaths, their intestines carpeting a peaceful meeting once a moon. StarClan surrounded them from ground to sky, observing the natural order... there'd be little more to see than that, he would guess. But perhaps Tigerfrost saw between the sequins a message for him alone, personalised.

Would they have chosen to do that? The slumbering skeletons... ​

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[Bluepool]

Despite the fact that Bluepool believes Mallowlark to have some sort of contagious disease, she finds her paws leading her to the two toms, the want to know what they were talking about overriding her fear that she would catch whatever is was the snowy pelted warrior had that made his face turn up into a grimace permanently.

She tilts her head back to look at the stars the Tigerfrost and Mallowlark are admiring now. Her father was up there. Her mother too, she supposes but she didn’t ever really get the chance to meet her. She can’t really say with certainty if she misses either of them.

"Or someone?" she suggests in response to Mallowlarks question. She scans the sky too, looking for a star that could be someone she knew, looking back at her.

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[SUNNVAR]

It is a grim thought, that his own ancestors did not count themselves among those stars. That with time, his own death will come and he will count himself among them– and his father, and his father's father, and all that came before, would not stand alongside him. The others look to these skies and they see their kin. Sunstride, for all that he may be awed by them and their power, sees only a lonely eternity. Perhaps if he were the lucky sort, he would find his own way there, guided alongside those he had grown close to. But first he must survive this changing world, this volatile piece of the present.

He does not question Tigerfrost as the others do, but his quiet contemplation takes him to the tabby's side nonetheless. Slowly he lowers himself to the dry grass beside him, with enough distance that their fur does not touch, and stares up with him. Though he dares not bare his belly to this sight the way the braver warrior does, he celebrates the moment of tranquility with companionship, the way that he once had those moons ago. He wishes only that the sky above him was as familiar as it had been in his youth. Then, perhaps, he might feel truly at home.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[TIGERFROST]

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Ah, peace shattered, like a stone crashing upon the surface of a still and misty lake. Tigerfrost blinks, flaming eyes wavering as they shift toward Mallowlark. He doesn't move from where he lays, not even as they're both joined by Bluepool. Something, someone.... Tigerforst isn't sure if anyone he is particularly close to has chosen to nest among those stars. He assumes that his parents are up there somewhere, but he does not let his thoughts linger there for long. If they were resting within that vast night sky, then he would surely be greeted by them when it was his time to pass. He need not worry about such things until then.

"I was simply enjoying the view." Tigerfrost speaks quietly, the rustling of grass nearby indicating another's presence. Sunstride, he realizes, as the scent of the other Lead Warrior reaches his nose. "I am certain that I once saw a star fall out of the sky. I wonder what that means." The tom ponders aloud. Falling stars, not an entirely rare phenomenon, but he had only seen it happen once.​

 

[MALLOWLARK]

More flock to the meeting- the conference with the sequins above, and it coaxed a laugh from him as most actions did. A small chime, dissonant and incessant but at least not intrusive. Chitter of chitinous wingbeat being his teeth, he choked down his cackles, almost letting himself be swept away by the excitement of such tranquility. If... calmness and thrill could coexist. The existence of reprieve on these moors often wrought with wild madness and shouting and drowning of whispers was so rare it was stirring to witness.

Tigerfrost's admittance of such a mysterious sight sent the large tom's silver gaze shooting a little wider, intense in it stillness. In such a strange position, lying down and yet still managing eye-contact- it was by some miracle he had not inadvertently snapped his own spine. "Really?" It was not that he did not believe it- but such a phenomenon was weird to hear in a level tone! Would you not be taken with the mystery of it, upon seeing such a thing? Keen to find what it had destroyed? "Maybe you were meant to go find out where it had fallen," he murmured, words curved with the ever-presence of his grin. Something falling from so high... what would it crush beneath it?​

☺PENNED BY PIN​