the moon will stand her ground — stargazing

[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail opens his eyes tiredly. Moonlight shines into the warriors den, the young warrior curled up in his nest. For whatever reason, Foxtail was having a hard time falling asleep tonight. His mind was way too awake for this time in the evening... the sun must've gone down hours ago! He felt like his eyes were squeezed shut for hours now, but not once did he drift off into sleep. He shifts in his nest, and squeezes his eyes close again. Fall asleep already, He tells himself, while he might not be on the dawn patrol in the morning, he still would like to get some sleep.

Thirty minutes go by. There's no use at this point, He thinks to himself as he sits up in his nest, ...I might as well do something to pass the time. Who knows, maybe he'll get tired after a little while? With a flick of an ear, Foxtail quietly leaves the den and his eyes fall upon a clear, night sky. "...Tthe night sky is beautiful tonight," He murmurs mostly to himself. (Who else would be awake right now?) He couldn't have picked a better night to have trouble falling asleep on. Silverpelt shines brightly; and he finds himself engrossed by the twinkling stars. What an amazing sight to see— the stars paint the sky; it's like he hasn't seen this many stars before! Foxtail doesn't even find himself far from the warriors den, sitting down on the ground as his eyes are glued to the night sky in awe.

A shooting star shoots through the sky, and his olive green eyes widen at the sight. "Woah..." He murmurs again, his tail wrapping around his paws. More shooting stars light up the night, and he suddenly finds himself at peace about having trouble sleeping. He... he could spend the entire night here, watching the stars.
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𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: tbd
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to rai for the mini & tropics for the icon <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  17 moons
  

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[SWIFTFIRE]

I'VE LEARNED LOVE IS LIKE A BRICK — The sandman was not often a hesitant visitor for Swiftfire, the older warrior usually able to immediately conk out mere minutes after she hit the soft, comforting surface of her nest. She considered that fact to be one of the biggest boons in her life, a lack of insomnia allowing her to often throw herself wholeheartedly into whatever task was at hand. Lately, though, it seemed that life had decided to throw her a curveball in the form of sleep not coming as easily. Her mind was plagued with thoughts of how much death Riverclan had faced lately, causing her to toss and turn even as she just tried to turn all of her thoughts off for the night. The rogues had at least been driven out, but even that hadn't kept them from facing more losses - so what would?

She lasted only a little while longer than Foxtail in her sleepless fussing, finally drawn out of her nest by the quiet sound of his voice carrying on the wind. At least if she had to be awake, she wouldn't be alone in her struggle. That was enough to motivate her up and out of the warriors' den, muzzle already half open to whisper a greeting to the younger warrior. However, she was immediately distracted by the sight of the sky above them, gasping as she took in the glittering shapes in the distance streaking across the sky. "I haven't seen something like this since I was a kit..." And she'd nearly thought she'd just imagined it back then, curled near the edge of the water with eyes seemingly too big for her head, staring up at the sky full of lights like it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen.

It didn't take long for Swiftfire to settle mostly silently alongside Foxtail, her brighter green gaze focused upward so that she wouldn't miss any of the action. Though eventually a purr rumbled through her chest, accompanied by faint giggles escaping from her muzzle. "Do you think this means that Starclan are up there having a party?" The idea made sense in her mind at least, considering Starclan supposedly made up all of the stars in the sky. Them rushing around like that surely had to mean that something was going on up above the clouds, didn't it?

YOU CAN BUILD A HOUSE ✿ OR SINK A DEAD BODY

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  ✧ shorthaired blue and red tabby chimera molly with green eyes
  ✧ 40 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ✧ bisexual; currently not looking
  ✧ daughter of lilou and germaine
  ✧ formerly of the ripple colony; loyal to riverclan
  ✧ easy to befriend; desperate to improve the former colonists' reputation
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[FOGSHORE]

Dreams were a lovely sight to the glimmering pelted swimmer, he would be sleeping peacefully when he slept. Dreaming of moonlit nights, glowing stars with drifting clouds, without the glaring golden sun shining down on his figure. An ear flicks as he hears rustling of a clanmate leaving their nest. Now, who would be awake at this hour? Not that he minds of course. He lifted his head from the edge of his nest, groggily blinking away sleep from his eyes. He parted his jaws, in a yawn long fur along his cheeks raising up slightly from his action. Heterochimic amber eyes watch sliently as he saw Swiftfire leave her nest, he looks around spotting that Foxtail is also gone. Hm. Where's that tom gone off to? He decides that he couldn't go back to sleep, as he curious mind swirls with small questions.

The chimera lifts himself up onto pale paws, then sneaks out of his nest with a swish of his tail careful not to wake any others from their own slumber. He slips from the warriors den and into the moonlit expanse of camp. He hears faint murmuring nearby, and he makes out faint shapes of one Foxtail and Swiftfire. He steps closer to the two, and greets them with a airy whisper and a gentle smile. Might as well join them. He watches as his young friend, be engrossed with the stars above. He settles on the other side of Foxtail, pale stomach touching the cool ground. "Ah, shooting stars. What a beautiful sight to behold." voice whispering to the others. Long plumed tail curled around his unique pelted figure, as he cranes his neck to let his glowing gaze trail along the stars above.

He lets out a purr like chuckle escape his maw, as he heard Swiftfire say that Do you think this means that Starclan are up there having a party? It amuses him, he hums as he thinks over the question in his head before speaking. "Maybe, they are having a grand party up there." Starclan probably is throwing a grand party up there, above the clouds. He isn't sure, but he'd like to think it'll be fun. He lets his eyes look up at the dark and vast sky, gazing at the blinking stars. He could stay here, watching the stars all night,

OOC 🎐 MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY

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• no ref yet </3
• ( well, that was.. interesting ) FOGSHORE : warrior of riverclan
  𓇼 non-binary ; HE / HIM ; currently 32 moons
  𓇼 bisexual / single / sort of looking / open to crushes
  𓇼 LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
  𓇼 action , thoughts , "Speech, 9EB8D9"
  𓇼 smells of freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
  

  ic notes: has light sensitive eyes.
  squints in the sunlight.

  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  

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[robinheart]

It is easy to rouse the mottled molly after the cruel robin prank pulled on her during her apprenticeship (how ironic now that she lays curled around the very one who had pulled such a prank on her). So as warriors begin to stir in the late hour and leave the comforts of their nests Robinheart too awakens. She doesn't rise quite yet, staying curled close to Brookstorm for a few moments while listening to the hushed voices just beyond the den. They speak of the stars and that is enough to spark her curiosity. Gingerly does she untangle herself from stone blue fur and step outside to see the stars for herself.

It does look like Silverpelt is aglow in celebratory fashion. Robinheart's citrine eyes widen at the sight as she seats herself near Foxtail and the others. "This is magnificent," the tortoiseshell whispers, her voice an amalgamation of awe and melancholy. She cannot help but think of all the RiverClanners they lost recently and how they must be part of the celebration up above. It is a happy thought, but she can find hints of bitterness in the thought of loved ones finding happiness in the stars while their family remain alone (Brookstorm is at the forefront of her mind). "I hope they save some partying for all of us when it is our turn to walk among the stars."​

( penned by kerms )​