THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR ♡ MOONSTONE DEPARTURE

[MIRESTAR]

The last remains of sundown spill all over the horizon; a bloody battle of bright pink and vivid red against the darkening sky. It is quite a spectacle to witness, and in moments like these, Mirepurr gives silent thanks for the very fact that they are alive enough to see it. The air feels almost frigid; it is decisively not leaf-bare yet, and not late enough for it to be night, so it must be thanks to their own nerves.

It has not been a decision made lightly. Even after hearing so many of their Clanmates' concerns and care, this feels like betrayal: an admission that they do not expect to see Smogstar again. Cruel, cruel, cruel.

"ShadowClan." Miraculously, the word does not break on its way up their throat. Mirepurr's paws feel cold against the Clanrock... a reminder that they should not be the one atop it, not like this. "Starlingheart has advised me. It's time for me to visit the Moonstone, and see what StarClan has to tell me." They refuse to add: If they have anything at all to tell me. They have to trust that if nothing else, there will be words of advice thrown their way — whether that will be what Mirepurr wants to hear or not however... who knows.

"Our council will be keeping you all safe." Particular wording. The council is not theirs and not Smogstar's either; it is a collective. Mirepurr seeks them all out from amongst the crowd — little Marblepaw too, who they hope won't have to use any of the knowledge she's learned so far during this night. "Until then... take care."

They allow Starlingheart to exit first, and with one final glance over their shoulder, ShadowClan's deputy is gone.

Out with @Starlingheart!
@SHARPSHADOW @FORESTSHADE @lilacfur are in charge of keeping the Clan safe <3

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

About time you stepped up and did your job. Summoned by Mirepurr's call, she steps out of the warriors' den, blinking as her eyes adjust to the dimming sunlight outside. "May Starclan guide both of your paws. I hope the journey runs smoothly." Her ears flicker briefly in approval, nodding as she leaves Sharpshadow, Forestshade and Lilacfur in charge of the clan in her absence. Watching silently from this point forward, the molly's eyes follow their form as they retreat from camp, led only by Starlingheart.

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 24 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[shriketalon]

It was strange to have to crane their neck to see Mirepurr upon the Clanrock, like they have had done for Chilledstar and Smogstar before them. There's curiosity if Mirepurr themself felt odd being up there but they didn't feel any desire to chase it. Certain that others had done so, able to speak up when they didn't. Hopefully StarClan held answers, if not advice on what to do then at least granting Mirepurr the lives needed to carry on with the legacy of leaders. Shriketalon can't say that they hold any strong opinions on this, leaders have not had a long lasting tenure in the time that they'd joined the clan so they hope that will change with Mirepurr, or at least maybe Mirepurr might return with a leader who's time shouldn't have come to a close so quickly. "Stay safe" is all they can really think to say, Salamandersnap is able to put together thoughts in a much more elegant manner.

They hold no doubts that the council will be able to handle the clan for as long as needed, hopefully not for too long but who really knows. Still, even informal meetings such as these seem to hold potential for some kind of outburst. It seemed to be within ShadowClan's nature to hold a flare for the dramatics. So as Mirepurr descends to leave they bow their head as a form of goodbye, half a smile resting on their maw as they try to keep an ear out for clan chatter, some semblance of normalcy might be reached soon.

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  SHRIKETALON || They/them, Warrior of ShadowClan, 31 moons
  ✧ A long haired black feline with low white spotting and hazel eyes. A small tear marks their right ear.
  
  ✧ Mentored by Nectarsong | Mentoring N/A
  
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ⭃ underline and tag when attacking.
  
  ✧ penned by Juice ⭃ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[loonface]

mirepurr is leaving. the creatures sidles through the outskirts of shadow clinging to camps dimming edges, a halo of fire - light brimming against the deputy’s crown as they take their place on highrock. starlingheart looks tired as she ambles it’s base ; he wonders briefly if he only imagines it, the weariness that comes with the bitter mint of traveling herbs ghosting her tongue once again, or if the ever - present trepidation on her face had truly pinched. it seems only a forewarning, in the wake of their bad luck. still, he blinks slow, dark eyes as it regards them, snaking his tongue through the tear in his cheek to lick along drying teeth to allow for a wide, encouraging smile towards the departing molly. it’s eyes are heavy, but he prays it is some sense of comfort over the staling sick - scent that still clings to their pelt.

salamandersnap is quick to see them off, ears twitching their obvious approval as mirepurr descends the stone, sealing their departure as paws kiss the marshy ground. loonface can only stare ; a bleak, absent thing in her direction. the molly had been nothing but eager since smogstar’s untimely disappearance . . and he watches her like a raptor as she stares after the departing duo, something like glee brimming clear in her eyes. it’s an oddity, and loonface glances away with ears burning their annoyance, craning his neck down to lamb - curled chest fur as they cross his semi concealed path, ” stay safe. “ his voice is like burning amber, a molten murmur earnest enough to lower sleek, vein - ribboned ears. moonstone meant one of two options ; they would tell of smogstar’s death, and anoint mirepurr their lives in his absence. or .. ” please. “ and may the stars guide you to the truth, be it good or bad.

† 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ . 【 𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑳 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑫 】

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• LOONFACE ——————— HE / IT / SHE, WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN. MOCKINGBIRDCRY xx FATHER. 23 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE CRUSHED FLOWERS & CARRION. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  a tall, haunting lilac tabby with dark features and syrupy amber eyes.
  
  he carries through life an uncanniness he cannot shed. a unique culmination of atypical traits has given it stature like something dredged of nightmare ; like his mother he is doused in sleek waves of marbled lilac, plush softens the underlying jut of sinew and bone at his chest. from afar, he seems unworldly, if a bit sick ; all popping vertebrae and thickly veined membrane, doused in thick waves of fur like his mother. if it weren’t for a face like oil - slick rot & buzz of hungry horseflies clouding it’s features into pitch black, cutting off sharply at the neck as if earth has come to reclaim him. his long snout is torn in ribbons stretching towards the outer corner of his ear in an overgrown and toothy glasgow smile, the only cut of age - tinged color against stark shadow.
  

  severely hyperdontial. maw is seemingly overcrowded with teeth ; occasionally catches on his lips and inner cheek, especially when eating or speaking.

  
  

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[MARBLEPAW]

Marblepaw feels the chill in the wind as it ruffles her fur. She sits beside her Clanmates, feeling small, feeling younger than her eight moons. It had been only two moons ago when Starlingheart had made this journey with Smogstar; then, her mentor had ensured she'd known what to do for a bleeding cat, for a cat who choked on something. Now, the pale tawny medicine cat apprentice knows enough, at least, to keep the warriors of ShadowClan alive through to the morning.

She hopes.

"I'll do my best," she promises Starlingheart, her voice quiet. "Safe travels." Her gaze flicks from the black-and-white healer to the dark-furred, amber-eyed deputy, who looks, despite their feigned confidence, lost.

They should not have to go so soon.

Salamandersnap, Shriketalon, and Loonface all begin to wish the pair of them well. Marblepaw dips her head, murmuring her assent. She feels the cold, as all her Clan does — as ever, it is unrelenting.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 8 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[shalestorm]

Finally time, huh? Well, there's very little doubt in Shalestorm's mind that Mirepurr will not be the leader ShadowClan wants and needs, she simply doesn't have the space in her noggin for such thinking. Still, the deputy seems... not as eager as Shalestorm would have been if she were off to get nine lives and talk with the stars. It's fitting for Mirepurr, though, they likely never imagined that they'd be making this trip so soon. Hell, none of them had probably imagined such a thing. But StarClan works in mysterious ways, and if this is how things were meant to go, then there must be a plan in place, and there must be a happy ending! Cats so rarely seem to get their happy endings. If anyone deserves one right now it's mirepurr.

"Good luck!!" She cheers, grinning wide, ever one of the outlying optimists. "You'll be back home before you know it!"

if I held your hand // would that be okay?

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  (img) Shalestorm * she/her* 25 moons
  blue point/blue chimera w/ low white; blue eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[scalejaw]

★ When she hears Mirepurr's call, she knows their conversation hit further home then promised words and inspired eyes. Action had been taken, and was continuing forward like a blazed path. It almost left her breathless, the cat that Mirepurr has become. Pride itches where there is the sour burn of loss, of loss of what could have been hers. No, not the seemingly cursed throne that Shadowclan throws cats at, but that of Smogstar's-

Enough. She bites down on her tongue, the flicker of emotion in her eyes hard to see. She rebalances herself, and steps into the beginning inking of moonlight, where there is surely a new star in the sky. She can't see it. She won't see it. She refuses. Hard eyes tear from the sky to that of Mirepurr, and though she does not speak, her head is dipped in a silent message. Stay safe. We will be waiting. Shalestorm has her twitching her ear, and once both Mirepurr and Starlingheart were swallowed by darkness does she return to the warrior's den.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FLINTWISH]

Flintwish thought that Smogstar disappearing would be the second-best thing to ever happen to him (bested, of course, only by Ashenfall agreeing to be his mate). He has discovered that the opposite could not be more true; that the disappearance of ShadowClan's leader would only lead to turmoil, no matter the grievances Flintwish had suffered at the tabby tom's paws. For each hour that passes with still no sign of Smogstar, it twists his stomach further into a tight, aluminum crumple.

It goes without saying that Ashenfall is not taking it well. Flintwish himself does not grieve as much as he feels confounded, bested by whatever cruel fates have stolen his mate's father away from them. He supposes they are fortunate that StarClan has not seen fit to smite them further — they suffer no plague, no war, no famine. And yet ShadowClan cannot catch a break. At least Mirepurr accepts the mantle, even if they must do it grieving. Still, an uncomfortable spark scuttles around his insides; he feels... complicit, he thinks, seeing them off now. As if Smogstar will be lain to rest once Mirepurr's nose touches the moonstone. Could he really accept his role in that? Could Ashenfall?

Still, Flintwish remains. He finds a seat at Scalejaw's side, but he remains when she eventually departs for the warrior's den, his gaze stuck stubbornly to Mirepurr and Starlingheart. Everyone wishes them safety — Flintwish cannot help but do the same. The stone-carved son presses forward a step to touch his nose to Starlingheart's ear, tail flicking in anxious agitation. "Don't take too long," he urges. It is an unfortunate thing that he can only trust her to come back safely, that he cannot accompany her himself. But She will be alright — and so will Mirepurr, he has to believe.

Bicolor gaze softens as it falls upon the older deputy. Would they be getting their lives today? Or would StarClan only impart upon them a hint to Smogstar's whereabouts? He isn't sure which to hope for. "Good luck," is all he murmurs to them, before turning to melt back into the crowd.

used to be one of the rotten ones ( and i liked you for that ) //

• ooc. interacting with @Starlingheart
  
• FLINTWISH —— warrior of shadowclan, mentoring branchpaw . granitepelt x starlingheart . littermate to nettlepaw, ghostmask . mates with ashenfall ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a small, slate-blue tom with mismatched blue and green eyes. hard to approach and harder to enjoy, but beneath his spines he seems to have a good heart, and cares for his clanmates
  ✦ unlabeled gender / he, she, they pronouns / 16 moons & ages every 12th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / may flee / may show mercy. tends to fight dirty on account of granitepelt's teachings. will fight tooth and nail to win, as this is one of the few ways flintwish can prove his worth to himself
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Starlingheart]

Starlingheart cannot always say she understands the whims of StarClan. She can do her best to interpret their messages, to decipher their codes, the meaning behind the things that they show her rather than just outright saying. They had sent her a sign as clear as day spelling out what they wanted. Tey wanted her to take Mirepurr to the moonstone. For what, she is uncertain but she does know it is not something that they should ignore.

Mirepurr knows it too.

She stands slightly behind the deputy as they address the clan. (Deputy, because she cannot fathom that Smogstar is just gone, she still holds foolishly to the hope StarClan summoned them to speak to them of his wherebouts so that they might find him and bring him home) Her features are pulled into an unreadable line, her single eye gazing at some hidden thing in the shadows only she can see until she is appraoched by her apprentice. Only then do her features alight in warmth "I know you will" she says softly, a purr rumbling in her chest as she leans forward to touch her nose to hers.

Flintwish is next in her goodbyes "We-we'll be- we'll be back before you know it, my love" she says as she swipes her tongue over the top of his head in what is meant to be a comforting gesture, her single eye shining with the familiar warmth of Flintwish's kit-hood. Despite everything, she is grateful she still has him, that he is still here and alive and well.

Her heart light with her loved ones well-wishes, she turns to leave, Mirepurr following closely behind.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

It's all too soon. In more ways than one, it's too soon. Barely two moons ago, the clan had stood by as Smogstar made the same announcement. What was more shocking: the assuming of the star following a seasons-long leadership, or following a horrifyingly short one? Sharpshadow couldn't say — would never be able to say, she thinks, because this couldn't be it. Mirepurr was wasting their time. StarClan would probably point at laugh at them for taking the time to trek to Highstones. It was some... strange prank, Smogstar's disappearance. Being dead didn't mean you cant be bored anymore, did it? Scapegoat that ShadowClan was, maybe this was just another piece of StarClan's cruelty. Sharpshadow looks on with wide eyes. He opens his mouth to... to protest, to exclaim, to say... something, but then, Starlingheart had advised them.

He angles his head toward her, maw agape. He tries to search her gaze for any hint, any clue. Any sign that it was a lie — she had deceit in her blood, didn't she? ( Stars, did he hate himself for thinking it. ) Starlingheart offers them nothing in return. ...Unless you were kin, of course. That was a trend of hers. ( It isn't fair at all to think )

Our council will be keeping you all safe, says Mirepurr. ...She supposes that's her. And how safe would anyone feel if she stood here and argued? ShadowClan's warriors rise to wish them safe travels. Fit in. Just fit in. " ...Stay safe, " belatedly, he mimics Shriketalon and Loonface both. His exhale is shaky. " We... I'll do my best."​

 

[BATCHASER]

Mirepurr was departing. It wasn't so strange for Batchaser to see his friend upon Clanrock. He stayed to the side from the outskirts of the clowder benath the large rock, swirling shadows clung to his bicolored coat. Head titled up to stare at the fluffy chimera, he blinks slow and tiredly while his ears twitch forward to listen.

He hopes... Starclan will grant Mirepurr his lives needed to carry on with the legacy of wayward leaders. Batchaser, himself doesn't hold strong opinions on this development. He is going with the flow.

Clanmates say their own farewells and stay safe's in their own little words, he lifts himself up to roam over to the group of cats. He dips his muzzle to Mirepurr with a curl of a soft smile upon his lips. "Farewell my friend, come back soon..." His voice is a tired though sleek murmur leaving him. His tail flicks behind him as the tall phantom's hidden eyes stare at the backs of the deputy and medicine cat leaving camp. May the moon and stars guide your path, my friend.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms.
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 35 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[RIBBITLEAP]

✧ . Mirepurr’s voice calls for the clan’s attention, and Ribbitleap finds partial-relief in the news they share, in the fact that his gaze has to lift upward to find them. Though Smogstar’s fate is unknown, ShadowClan still needs a leader in his prolonged absence.

If all goes well, StarClan will bestow new life upon Mirepurr, a new name to mark yet another era of the clan.

The… fifth. The fifth since their days as the Marsh Group. The fifth since ShadowClan became ShadowClan. Hardship after hardship, while some clans remain in their second era.

A silent question lingers: will they see Leaping Toad, when they reach the stars? Will they speak to him?

“ We wish you the best, ” Ribbitleap says instead with a polite dip of his head, “ Safe travels, please. ”

ShadowClan doesn’t need to mourn another.​

✦ ABOUT

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  RIBBITLEAP ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Warrior of ShadowClan.
  ✧ . A brown tabby tom with green eyes.
  ✧ . Geckoscreech x Toad's Prowl
  ✧ . Mentored by Rustleap ; Currently mentoring Emberpaw
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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