【◈】When he slept, typically not of his own free will, he slept soundly. So why was it that when he wanted to sleep, he couldn't? This was the third time Coalfoot had awoken on this night alone, bleary eyes squinting until they focused on the moonlit camp. Blinking once, twice, a breathy sigh puffed from his maw, mood quickly soured and head lifting. He didn't want to fight this battle any more tonight, sick of tossing and turning and willing his mind to obey him and sleep. Had it considered that maybe he wouldn't be so tired during the day if he slept properly at night when he should?
With another, more defeated sigh, the marbled tom sat up, gazing at his sleeping clanmates - some nearby, others on their own - before clambering to his paws. It was chilly, but he would rather be free to move around, hopefully not waking anybody as he stepped over them to get further from the group. He didn't quite fancy laying in the same spot while waiting for the sun to rise.
Coalfoot glanced back at his clanmates as he stepped away, green visage soon traveling upward at the sky. Stars, it was clear tonight, wasn't it? The sight of Silverpelt never failed to awe him, sitting and admiring it quietly. The pale moon had sunk further toward the horizon since he'd last woken, but it still left him with a rather long night.
The moon hung in the sky at an almost half-phased face, the stars twinkled about with no light to defer them, and it was a rather chilly night. Rune found himself tossing and turning in his nest beside Moonshadow, sleep just evaporating at his paws. The half white face of the tomcat lifted from where he was tucked into his mother, and gave a small yawn. So he was tired, but his brain wouldn't shut off- great one of those nights. The knightly cat sighed softly in annoyance before looking out across the clearing at the many sleeping bodies of his clanmates. They all slept outside, and while under the stars was beautiful, it was much too cold for his liking. He'd rather be slept on by a larger cat to keep warm than this.
Though something caught his dual colored gaze; Coalfoot. The marble cat had gotten up from his spot in the mess of cats and was looking up at the sky. What was he doing up? Could he also not sleep? Rune didn't know much about the other cat other than he was rather friendly to say the least. Pulling himself up onto his paws, Rune padded over to the black and white feline with a gentle touch of his feathery tail to Coalfoots' shoulder; trying to not surprise the other or anything.
"Couldn't sleep either?" He questioned quietly as he sat down beside Coalfoot, then also looked up to the sky. He was quiet for a moment before speaking once more, "Do you clan cats really believe in that of Starclan? That they are up there? Watching?" IT was a rather big question, but the concept of Starclan fascinating. Rune grew up with ancestors, but it was different than them living in the sky.
Two young toms, both with black and white pelts painted in shadow and starlight, stand awake together beneath the blaze of Silverpelt. Pollenfur only listens to them, one eye half-lidded, the other closed tight. Perhaps all of WindClan is sleepless tonight.
Pollenfur listens to one of them, Moonshadow's long lost kit, question Coalfoot about StarClan. She opens the other eye now and shakes scraps of heather from her pelt as she rises. Quiet pawsteps put her a few tail-lengths away from the pair of black and white toms.
"Watching. Listening. Judging." Her voice is a rasp. She turns her honeyed gaze to the skies and smiles almost mockingly. "Causing chaos. Choosing cats for destinies they are not meant for. But they're real, sure enough." She remembers the reverent glow in Honeytwist's eyes as she spoke of meeting Marigold, of Dandelionwish's when he'd returned from the Moonstone. They're real, but at what cost, she thinks.
【◈】He heard the soft paw steps behind him, ear cocking before his head turned. The touch to his shoulder was met with a faint rumble of a noise in his throat, perhaps a greeting, his own tail swishing to brush the other in turn. The expression on Coalfoot's face was clearly apologetic when he replied quietly. "I'm sorry, did I wake you? I didn't mean to."
Following Rune's gaze back up to the sky, he was quiet as he considered the question, yet was stopped before he could start when someone else spoke out nearby. The young warrior turned with surprise, frowning at the given answer. Surely she didn't truly believe that? "I do believe in them," he said after a moment, glancing to his neighbor. "But I don't think they're bad. They care about us. I don't think they're judging us." He paused, as if to reconsider his statement. "At least, not that kind of judging."
Lifting a paw, Coalfoot brushed at his nose, now gazing down at the ground thoughtfully. "They just watch over us, that's all. I'm sure they know more than we could ever dream of. I think their goal is merely to guide us, not command us." With a hum, the marbled tom twisted around to look back at Pollenfur, figurative brows slightly furrowed, although not upset. "Just because we may not understand their meaning now doesn't mean we won't later. I don't think they intend to cause chaos and unrest."
With a sigh, his chin tipped upward again. "They share prophecies and knowledge. Many have seen them with their own eyes. And it brings me comfort, in a way, knowing that they're up there. Our ancestors. It's like, they may not be here anymore, but they're still... here, you know?" With a half-raised paw, he made a vague gesture, as if it would help articulate the meaning of his words.
♚ Sleep was hard to come by when you trained at night, @spiritpaw at her heel as the two finally return to camp after a long session on fighting techniques. Despite her resignation, she still kept up with her duties as a mentor; the judging eyes of their clanmates flickering towards her as she walks past. She doesn't care, refuses to admit that she's bothered by anything. Though, in the distance she spies the dappled pelt of Pollenfur next to Coalfoot and Rune, and makes haste to walk over and examine what has their attention so stolen.
They're speaking of StarClan. The thought makes Hyacinth snort. Her opinion wasn't far from Pollenfur's own at this point.
Dipping her head to the three present, Hyacinth takes a quiet seat behind the group- gesturing for Spiritpaw to sit next to her. "I remember the Great Battle, when the spirit cats showed their faces amongst bloodshed. You could see through them. Stars littered their transparent pelts." She offers nonchalantly, violet gaze wandering elsewhere. Distracted. "Dandelionwish has seen them. Has traveled to their lands. If you have questions, I'm sure he could answer them if you ask nicely."
A voice caught his attention away from Coalfoot, it was Pollenfur. She answered his question first in that of stating that they were indeed real. Watching, judging and it confused Rune. His ancestors where painted to be the beings of all, they brough the seasons, prey, good health, but Starclan judged? What sort of other worldly power would judge so harshly? From Pollenfurs' tone it sounded like it was meant mockingly, harsh in a way, and Coalfoot spoke up shortly after the dappled she-cat. Saying they judged but not the bad kind of judgement, and seemingly disagreeing with Pollenfurs' statement.
Rune gave a curious look with those hues of amber and lilac when Hyacinthbreath approached the group of gathered cats. Offering up the information that she had seen them during the Great Battle, Dandelionwish had walked among them, and Rune opened his mouth to speak, "I respect your belief in Starclan, they sound like our ancestors back home. Though only special cats got to see them, or if you got the plague it could also offer delusions of seeing them," He responded also quite casually with a small shrug of his lithe shoulders.
Though his dual gaze trailed off of Hya, her threat still very fresh to his mind from the hole digging, and also part of him didn't believe her. Why would these all-knowing beings show themselves to a bunch of cats? Why would they want to when they could do things easily on their own? Maybe Starclan was figuring it out like the clans where, and hoped it all worked out. They where cats who recently passed and even current ones didn't know what was going on.
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