WHEN STARS ARE WEEPING | watching

[Flycatcher]

Flycatcher watches the scene below unfold in his once beloved home with a heavy heart. The topic of cats with uncertain blood in ThunderClan had always been a difficult one. Flycatcher knew it was a problem that would not just simply vanish. Never had he suspected, that this was how events would play out: the clan divided, warriors murdered because they had kittypet blood. His claws flex into the dirt when he thinks of poor Pebblestep and the cruel death he had faced. It pains him to think that his sister does not know, that she will never know. It's a kindness he thinks. Moth was always a bit of a delicate soul, it would have shattered her to know what had happened to her son.

His green eyes look down again, sighing heavily as the clan begins to divide and loyalties are declared. ThunderClan was his home, it was where his family and friends lived. However, the ThunderClan he looks upon now, he can no longer call his home. Flycatcher shakes his head. He is sad, angry, and disappointed that more had not been done to stop this long, long ago. It is too late now, he thinks, but we should have done more to stop his moons ago. We should have prevented the seed from taking root. The scene continues to unfold around him and he watches with interest to see what will happen next, to see how his clanmates will react, but deep down he already knows the answer to some of his questions.​

 

[mossypaw]

( 𖧧 ) the mottled girl watches too, wide green eyes tearful, silvery claws tearing at starry grass. she trembles to herself, not far from flycatcher, gaze fixed on her family below. she has not been of thunderclan for many seasons now, stolen as a young apprentice and killed by a monster not long after. she has made a home here in starclan, but even still her heart is with the oaks and maples of the living forest.

skyclaw tears into howlingstar, her last rattling breath leaving her body with a choked sigh. mossypaw's chin quivers as the queen of the forest's spirit rises from her still form. "oh no," the dappled girl whimpers, raises her head to find her fellow watchers, scans the crowd of starclan to see if her father too is watching. it's always hard to watch and not intervene, but this specifically has haunted mossypaw's heart for moons now. the plotted mutiny, little wolf's son's betrayal, it all happening for so long with no knowledge from thunderclan's powerful.

tears have now dropped like diamond dust onto the star strewn landscape. mossypaw seeks her family in the living crowd and finds her youngest siblings quickly. her littermates are harder to find in the clamor, but she spots mousenose dangerously close to an enemy and grits her teeth. get out of there! she urges her eldest sibling. he's giving you space to run, so run! take papa and our siblings and go! but of course, because mousenose is mousenose, she doesn't. she runs her mouth instead, and with a flash and a cry, crumples. "no!" now mossypaw yelps, maw opening in shock. "no!" she sobs again, clawing at the ground. her sister's spirit rises from her body as howlingstar's had. tortured paws rip plants from the ground before she stands, aware of her duty. she must meet mousenose and tell her how brave she'd been. stars, she can't wait to hold her sister again, but the cost hurts.

WASTELAND BABY 𖧧 IN LOVE WITH YOU

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• MOSSYPAW 𖧧 SHE/HER, STARCLAN. SUNFRECKLE x RABBITNOSE, SISTER TO MOUSENOSE, FRECKLEFLAME, SPARKWING, DOVEKIT, EMBERFACE, SUNSHINESPOT, PIDGEONPAW, RAINBOWPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cinnamon tortie and blue torbie chimera with green eyes. all feather furred and light paws, she carries herself with a delicate grace. storm, russet, and earthen tones dapple her tortoiseshell body, swirling elegantly together among puffs of snow white. her face is sharp and pointed, with a freckled nose and fern hued eyes.

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[sandthorn]

-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ- it feels like a curse, to watch and have no power to intervene. howlingstar was not her kin, but the mighty leader's daughter had taken her in. the tabby had never been anything but kind, to watch as she was slaughtered uselessly made sandthorn's star studded flank twitch uneasily.

she sits amongst her clanmates, watching with bated breath. sandthorn wants to be there, to help defend her home. she couldn't be, and it killed her. golden eyes shift softly to mossypaw, ears drooping at the young starclanner's horror filled tone. her tongue rakes across her muzzle as she watches her stand to go greet her sister.

sandthorn looks to flycatcher then, a frown etched upon her muzzle. "i wish... " we could do something. the words linger on her tongue, she knows it is no use to utter them. with a frustrated sigh, a white paw curls and flexes. "this is awful," she mutters instead, anger lingering in her tone.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── OH, COME ON SUN ⋅𖤓⋅ WHY MUST I BURN? ──┐‎

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  SANDTHORN ✩ she/her, resident of starclan, 17 ☾'s.
  ⭃ a loner turned thunderclan warrior, sandthorn met an untimely end when caught underfoot a stampede of deer. now in starclan, the fawn and white molly watches over her former clanmates with longing for what could have been.
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[leopardtongue]

Leopardtongue had watched ThunderClan since she had died, careful eyes watching over her kits as both litters grew, as her first became warriors and her second so recently became apprentices. She had felt pride knowing that they had made it this far, knowing that despite the climate in the clan she called home they would grow up as ThunderClanners, and now she couldn't help but feel pride in the way they had reacted to... everything. They had not joined the group of cats attacking the camp, her children knew that it didn't matter where you came from but what you did on whether you were a proper clan cat or not. Still despite this pride the StarClanner couldn't help worry about them, about her friends and family she had left behind, about Gentlestorm as the cats he swore to protect died around him.

"They'll see reason in the end, things will be better in the end." She speaks after Sandthorn, glancing at the other for a moment before looking back to the living world. "ThunderClan will prevail." She didn't know this to be true factually but she felt it to be true. ThunderClan would prevail for they were the glue that held the other clans together, they were stronger than this. A ThunderClan led by Skyclaw was a ThunderClan that would eventually fall if none were to do anything, but if anything her clanmates were brave and stubborn and they had lived through so much. The question of how many would have to die before they prevailed was left unsaid.

DONT YOU DARE ⊰❣⊱ MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

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  ⊰❣⊱ LH chocolate rosette tabby with yellow eyes
  ⊰❣⊱ 39 moons old; ages the 15th every month
  ⊰❣⊱ heterosexual - taken by Batwing
  ⊰❣⊱ mother of Bravepaw, Cougarpaw, Hazepaw, and Foxpaw
  ⊰❣⊱ easy to interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ⊰❣⊱ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ⊰❣⊱ hard in combat, focuses more on defensive tactics/protecting
  ⊰❣⊱ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[PEBBLESTEP]

Bathed in starlight, the newest ThunderClanner to reach the afterlife practically clung to his uncle's side as he watched the lands below. Darkness cast over his yellow eyes as he forced himself to watch the home he loved, the home that had betrayed him, the shock of such a death leaving their form almost flickering in despair. His thoughts go to Stormywing in those moments, who had found his body, whom he had inflicted such sorrow for not knowing of the threat within their borders. Though StarClan was a painless existence, guilt gnawed at his stomach to the point where he was near-certain he had manifested such penance for himself - at least, he wished for it. His mentor's body hangs limp from the edge of the clanrock, before it could touch the ground, he buried his head deep into Flycatcher's shoulder, his breath hitched as he imagined the sound of the impact.

'My sisters... please... my sisters need to be safe.' But he couldn't bear to look upon the oak forest for fear that they were not. He was glad it was him instead of them that had been made an example of, yet a part of him mourned that they had to suffer. Ears pinned back in grief, Pebblestep made a promise more vengeful than anything said in life. "If any of them find their way here I'll... I'll chase them into the fog." He could not protect his living family, only to ensure no more harm came to the dead ones. If that meant going against StarClan's wishes, damning any traitor to a life to wandering aimlessly in the mist, even if it cost him his own afterlife... he would try. He squeezed the shimmering grasses as he pressed his paws down, stardust flying with how quickly he lashed his distressed tail. "Flamewhisker... Leafhusk... please." 'Be safe, you're ThunderClan's last hope.'



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[DUSKBIRD]

↟↟ᨒ It had not been Howlingstar's time, when Duskbird had died for her — but now that he stands with this vantage point, he wonders if things might have been better that way. ThunderClan would have missed her guidance throughout these moons, but he wouldn't have had to watch her body fall, wouldn't have had to hear the dull-wet thud! that makes him recoil with the entirety of his body. Even here, where wisdom prevails, deep amber eyes jolt around the others. Waiting for blame. For disgust. He certainly feels it within himself. He had watched Skyclaw's descent the last few moons with despair and no small amount of fear. It would have been easier to blame Blazestar. Maybe if he were still alive, he would have. Because that is what he had done in life; it's what his littermate does now.

He can't hold back his tears. They fall like the stars and slick down his thick cheek fur. Beneath the pain: rage. His claws dig into StarClan's perfect earth, frustration radiating from him like heat. He wants to run, whether his paws take him away from the watching crowd or down into the forest he had once walked to reach his brother — stars, what would he even do if he found himself face to face with Skyclaw again? Hug him? Cry? Claw his chest until it stung as badly as his own does now?

The others worry for ThunderClan. Maybe they were right to do so. But Duskbird worries mostly for the cat who had made such a terrible mistake. He knows it is something he cannot voice. Turning his back on all those who wait, the warrior races to look for Berryheart.

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[batwing]

He is silent, from where he sits next to his mate. Eyes are pinned down upon the scene below, his ears pressed backwards and an ever-familiar twist of his lips present. Starclan had been peaceful- just as intended, just as he had wished. But it was not... he did not want to be here. He wanted to be among his kin, walking in the sunlight, watching down there. Down there, where he could right things, protect his sons. A long, slow breath exhaled from him.

Vision lifted towards Leopardtongue, studying her momentarily as Howlingstar's body hit the ground. Watched for her emotion- used it to center and ground himself, before the anger that always bided it's time took over. "Thunderclan will." He meowed in agreement, solidarity. Vision shifted towards Pebblestep, then back down to the scene below. "... I'll help." His voice was quiet, contemplating, sharp.

Duskbird was running off, and his ear barely twitched, allowing the other to go without restraint. He pushed himself straighter up, studying the scene for a moment longer before looking towards Leopardtongue again. A silent conversation, perhaps, where he conveyed that their sons will be okay. They had to be.​

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