Private StarClan FOR THE LAST TIME ───〃★ juniperstar

[Thornstar]

I wish the dawn will come

It wasn't supposed to hurt. Pain was a foreign thing to him now, he had stopped feeling it in all but his heart since dying so many moons before. It ached when he watched his kits made apprentices, it stung when he watched his mate spiral into something darker he didn't know how to handle and so he stopped watching her say for fleeting glimpses. If he were alive would he alter the paths, would he have been able to stop the madness that came from the gathering, that came from uncertain guidelines and too much empathy to speak of. The tabby winces as he stumbles forward, the field of white flowers so thick it looks almost like snow seem to catch his paws with every step but he eventually finds himself stepping around the lone willow tree at the center of the ethereal field to find her.
"Not quite to plan." Thornstar purrs in amusement, despite the weariness that now clings to him and the way the world blurs before his vision; he really shouldn't have done that, it was too much for him but maybe it was just enough to make a point. Next time we cover the moon with clouds or something... He had wanted to visit Pikestar as well but he had been so shocked at the revelation he hadn't acted and by then time was moving ever swiftly forward into the next leader's blood being spilled.
The chocolate tabby slip around to her side fully now, head hanging low and he sits, two tired souls in an endless void where time stretched on eternally and every minute here was like a single second back there. "You're a fool, Junebug, but a more honest and loving cat to lead our clan I could not imagine. Still, let's try to leave the self-sacrificing to a minimum hm?"
A lot of talk for a cat who had done what he just did, his translucent figure flickers occasionally still, edge warping and glittering pieces of his pelt drifting off as he struggles to maintain his shape; it felt as if any moment he would shatter into pieces.

Ooc- @juniperstar

There's a bright day — through the dark night.

THORNSTAR

ThunderClan Founder | Former Leader
He/Him
Chocolate Tabby Lynx Point w/ One Orange and One Blue Eye.
#7d97bf - "Speech"
#f4b951 - 'Thoughts'
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[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

this time was different.

the sensation of teeth grinding down against the thick casing of her throat... the way in which breath had felt like drowning. it was a far more violent end than the last... and every second spent staring up at the glow of the full moon had been a cold comfort. it's that same chill that crept underneath the surface of her skin, in a overwhelming opposition to the warm bath of blood down her chest; nauseating.. that's what that feeling had been right before it all grew too distant to recognize anymore. at what point had a merciful stillness washed over them... blanketed by silence and sequestered away to hide amongst starlight?

it felt like years had past since these pale blue, endless skies had sat serenely above her head. since the quiet rush of a bountiful, eternal river-way had hummed a soothing lullaby. heavier then than she was now... in body, in mind.

aquamarine eyes trace the patterns of the bark on the trees, timeless and ripe with the fruits of memory. for all the spirits that had come to rest beneath it, and all the stories shared between ghosts just looking to remember home. how long would it be before she sat here, under these branches with no expectation of waking up again- could she promise that exact moment wasn't now? the sound of a rumbling purr draws her gaze down from the canopy, locking onto Thornstar with a pained pinch of her brows. he looks... wrong... transient in his ability to linger here with her.

"No... it wasn't the plan," she agrees.

he draws around her to find a spot to sit, to keep her company and with an anxious tug in her chest she fears maybe it is bad news. maybe those lives had rules... and maybe this time she wouldn't be saying goodbye again. but he doesn't apologize, doesn't rest a paw on top of hers like it would be the only thing left to ground her from a coming panic.

ears fall flat at the gentlest of scoldings one could hope for- to be called a fool and know it means something sweeter. "I'll keep it in mind," the spotted tabby relents, whiskers twitching slightly as the stubborn prickles of death's last moment of terror still clings somewhere between her shoulder blades. "You wouldn't blame me if I sent Owlbark to visit you too soon, right?" it's a joke.... mostly. she had been serious, prepared to trade a life for his if only to prevent the permanence of his absence where hers would be temporary. "I worry he's going to get himself into trouble I can't talk my way out of. He got lucky... this time..."

her confidence dims in the afterglow of triumph, if you could even call it that. "I don't know how long I can keep this up. Am I even doing it right?"

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[Thornstar]

I wish the dawn will come

That her humor lingers is a good sign, whether it is for the gallows or not matters little. One blue and one orange eye close in unison before only the warm sunshine colored one opens again and he gives a low purr of a laugh, "Oh Owlbark, I'd certainly love to see him but I doubt he'd be so inclined..." His smile falters, there is a weariness clinging to him that felt too mortal, too real, he marveled at the sensation of exhaustion so foreign yet so familiar. He knew he had done something foolish but he could not regret it, not when his dearest friend laments so openly. The edges fray, but he holds himself together a touch longer. His worry overshadowing his fear.
"There is no real right or wrong way to lead, I believe. There is a path that suits us all, even those who wander in darkness..." Thornstar's head leans forward before he catches himself and snaps back upright, "There is something dark beneath our paws, Juniperstar, I fear its presence has already filtered into the clans. Where there are stars, there is the pitch black behind them." He is saying too much, doing too much again, he knows it and there is a tightening in his chest that's unclear if it was fear or something else.
"I made sure the clans know of your efforts, I imprinted upon them the code of the peaceful moonlit nights. Though we all walk different paths we must come together to-" The lynx point trailed off suddenly, his mismatched eyes off to the distance before he lurched forward with a dry heave and coughed, from his maw spilled liquid light, shimmering stars dripping from barred teeth as the tom wretched. He'd never felt such pain, not since teeth once found his throat all those moons before - violet amber eyes peering down at him with only a cold indifference.
"....I think you're waking up..." He sputtered, his voice strained but a lazy smile curls his maw even as his lips still drip with a blinding radiance and his form flickers and distorts, fading in patches across his back and his right ear vanishing entirely, "Stay strong, Junebug."

Ooc- ooc info here.

There's a bright day — through the dark night.

THORNSTAR

ThunderClan Founder | Former Leader
He/Him
#7d97bf - "Speech"
#f4b951 - 'Thoughts'
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[Littlepaw]

I was given the choice as a child...
To deny who I'm destined to be...

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LITTLEPAW, They/Them / 6 moons / Starclan - Apprentice
Black self / Cinnamon ticked tabby chimera with a pronounced right fang
Child of JUNIPERSTAR and SABLESTAR, Sibling to MAGPIEPAW, DREAMPAW and ASTERPAW
Creative, Observant, Restless and Kind little soul brimming with potential...
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Littlepaw, for once, was making a rush back to Starclan's eternal and endless lands. They had an idea of where to go, what light to follow. The crackling energy of Thornstar, that amazing thing that he did, it sure did leave one hell of an impression. It gave Littlepaw a sense of wonderment and awe, even the slightest hint of fear. Then, there was their mother Juniperstar. She had already perished once, and Littlepaw had found her dim and unresponsive reflection long after she had returned the first time, too late to greet her, to see her, to let her know that they were safe despite not being where they truly wanted to be.

So, in a way, if Littlepaw got there in time now, they could give their mother some peace of mind too.. Even if they had intended to rush her along, back to life because of Magpiepaw's grief.

All Littlepaw had to do was find the tether to their connection, let this light guide them and he would reach her in no time. Within seconds of appearing in Starclan, Littlepaw was within view of Thornstar and Juniperstar, only a few skips and bounds away. "Mister Thornstar, Mama!" Littlepaw suddenly halted, almost falling over face first. They looked up to Thornstar, who looked pained still. That didn't seem right at all, shouldn't all pain be nonexistent here? Where was his right ear? Littlepaw moved to Thornstar's side in an effort to support him if he needed it. "It's okay, I'm here!" Littlepaw smiled, determined and brave. It was no wonder where they inherited this from in truth. The source was right there, their own mother. "But mama-" Littlepaw looked over to her, a bittersweet smile given, but eyes full to the brim with hope. "My mama..." Their eyes watered, but they had to be brave now. "You need to go back, I promised Magpie I'd bring you back— you don't belong here, not for a long long long time. You can't be like me and mister Thornstar, not yet." Their stance became stronger, even more determined. "Not until I can be like you again first. Not until I come back, not until I can give you my warmth like you gave me yours, the warmth I carry in my name. Promise me, mama. Please?"

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Instead, I prepared for the trials...
But the trials were not ready for

ME

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