Open StarClan Purrgatory HIT THE ROAD JACK ───〃breach

[Spooky]

The tiny black cat wandered through the mist, the calm white fog billowing around him and parting as he slipped through it, his paws though small carried him with an eerie grace and a confidence that did not suit his age; a young, near apprentice-aged cat who still had the softness of his kit body around his edges and the large eyes of one who had more of the world to see - though he'd not witness here in this place. His maw parted in a yawn, pausing his trek forward to examine the large flickering black forest that stopped perfectly against the edge of the territory as if held back by something or another, the edges of vines slithering up against an unseen surface and the tree branches curled back to grow at a different angle rather than exceed past this unseen barrier. In the depths he could see nothing, an insurmountable darkness that drenched everything in it, his wide blue eyes unable to pierce the veil despite his best efforts; all he can really do is watch the wall itself, a perfectly crisp line from one end of the middle ground to the next and walking it is exhausting - thankfully he no longer feels weariness, but that does not take back the time it takes to patrol it with the dedication it needs. The young dark tom falters in his steps as he continues on, halting to a dead stop as a creeping chill falls over his spine like a blanket of snow.
"Oh no." The divide is pristine, evenly parted except for a small space before him where he sees the bramble thicket creeping outward, the thorny vines like tendrils curling back against the barrier and rippling over the ground in a viscous trail of ebony ichor. He dances forward, pauses at it but does not get close enough to touch, his gaze darting from the thorns to the break where they oozed out like a seeping wound.
"Oh no..." He repeats again, voice high and posture stiff, this had never happened before - at least not in his time here. So he did the only thing he knew to do when faced with such an emergency, he turned tail and ran to where the world grew brighter, where the other side parted into a sea of endless stars and warmth that he was unable to enter yet was welcoming all the same.

Ooc- Any StarClanner or cat in Purrgatory may post! StarClanner's are allowed to wander Purrgatory.

 

[Wildrose]

——————— I've watched it happen again and again, Haunted by... ✦

Wildrose did as they often found themselves moons and moons and moons before. Wandering the edge of Starclan. Padding that line between his eternal home in the stars and the expanse of no man's land that was Purrgatory. They'd been here, in the afterlife, longer than they'd ever been alive, so this place at that point was more familiar to them than the land of the living. Though, even with that disconnect from the clans elsewhere, Wildrose toed that line again. Awoken from the slumber of the clans vanishing, now born again, she found herself back in her routine again.

She never spoke a word to the other cats why they did this, those who'd been here longer than them got use to it, the newer cats asked, curious, but they brushed it off that it simply something they had to do. He never had the heart to explain he was still waiting for someone. Someone Wildrose knew had died at the same time as them but hoped desperately he was wandering that great divide and not what was beyond even that. It was denial, really, the refusal of admittance that something - or more likely, someone - had driven him to a place of no return. If he continued to pace this line, rarely having the heart to enter Purrgatory itself, he could convince himself a little longer the truth wasn't what was directly in his face. It was as if she wasn't waiting for that very same cat, who was the reason she was there in the first place.

Wildrose was drawn quickly from her own thoughts; mindless pacing halted in an instant as a voice repeating something over and over and over again became louder and closer. It wasn't rare to run into the cats residing in Purrgatory on these walks; there were some she regarded as friends, family even that lived between the other two afterlives. This urgency, panic almost wasn't foreign to her either. Cats had been coming to the afterlives at a rate she'd not seen in a very long time. So as Wildrose stepped forth into the in-between, her face fell a little to see a distinct little black kitten. Spooky was adamant he was an apprentice, but that tiny size and the kitten fluff still framing his little face, Wildrose always nodded along but knew better.

So it was that little round face, with fur puffed up in a very evidenced panic, their own fur bristled as their heart dropped a little. Wildrose bowed their head and spoke with concern, lacing their voice. "Spooky? Little dear, what's the matter?". The torbie raised their head, looking around to see what might be frightening the poor thing.

——— A thousand kind beginnings.

A thousand bloody ends. ———

• yes it took me a month to finally reply to this but march has been hell but holds out my hands I'm finally here SDFGHJ
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  Wildrose
  ✦—Starclan Warrior | 19 Moons
  ✦—They/He/She
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired dark red torbie with amber eyes, always clutching a small, yellow feather.
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[MORNINGSTAR]

It was safe to say Morningstar had yet to cease her acts of due diligence.

She peeked in on the living every chance she got, always mindful to take a step back as leaders were granted their lives. So far, no red flags had been raised for the elder spirit, but her reach only extended so far. The glimpses from her starlit vantage were few and fleeting. Now, her task as any other was to guide lost souls home and ensure their safety. Even then, Shadowclan remained frustratingly far from her grasp, and it troubled her.

Breaking from her silent musings, Morningstar began to wander the lush fields of Starclan. She did her best to relax, despite the whirlwind of thoughts pressing at the edges of her mind. Long tendrils of her coat swayed gently as she brushed through the tall, fragrant grasses. She had missed this plane of existence walking among the stars, revisiting familiar pastures, and bearing witness to a new era. It eased her.

Her pale blue eyes flicked toward the soft fog rolling in the distance. Just then, a small black shape burst through it, causing the calico to startle and step back in surprise.

She watched as the figure rushed in near Wildrose. Whatever was going on, it didn't look good. Concern quickly furrowed Morningstar's features. Without hesitation, she padded to the fellow Thunderclanner's side, her tone gentle as she addressed the frightened youth.

"Are you okay?" She wasn't nearly as familiar with this soul, but the panic written across their face was enough to draw her full attention.