TO THE EDGE OF THE EARTH [ ✦ ] ASHENPAW

[Starlingheart]

There is not a week that goes by that Starlingheart does not attend to the clans graveyard. She is meticulous in her duties, working like a machine as she makes her way over to the burial sight, sweeps leaves away with her tail, lays flowers if she can at her own sons resting place, feathers for Pitchstar, a rock she had found that reminds her of Chittertongue. She speaks softly to them, tells them all about all of the new additions to their family, the impossibility of how small Marblekit and Sycamorekit had been when they had first been brought to camp and her mind had not been able to think of anything other than 'they looks just like Siltcloud' but now she was able to look past those things, to see the features that were so inherently Lilacfur it was blinding in its obviousness now.

Halfshade does not go unforgotten. She visits her friend too, of course, but the she-cats grave is well-loved. Taken care of by many paws. If Starlingheart had to fathom a guess, it was her kits who tended to her grave. The older ones, of course. The ones who really had known her. Though she wouldn't be surprised if the younger kits came and payed their respects every once in a while.

A twig breaks and she looks up from where she stands crouched over the two-toned queens final resting place, her solitary green eye fixes on the source of the sound, but she only smells ShadowClan scent when she parts her jaws so she simply turns back to the grave instead. If whoever was approaching wanted to speak they would.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) 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, FLINTPAW AND GHOSTPAW.
  

  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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