Wildrose watched Dusty's face contort in confusion, trying to process everything. She couldn't blame her for that, it was a lot, more than one cat could process all at once. But that's why she was here.
"Of course." Their tail flicked, motioning to the stars all around them, the stardust sparkling with every tiny movement.
"Ghosts, spirits, whatever you might call us, we are the cats who once lived in these territories. After death, those who lived good lives of virtue, they all come to Starclan, to join our kin and clanmates." They wondered how many of the new cats, those new souls joining the stars were ones Dusty knew, was she close to them? Friends, kin perhaps? They hoped she wouldn't come face to face with them anytime soon, as much as grief may strike someone, living in their memory was important.
With that, Dusty added something that made Wildrose blink, before chuckling sheepishly.
"It's one way to put it, I suppose." She shook her head lightly, that gentle smile never leaving their face.
"Windclan wasn't my clan, but one of the many that enhabits the territories. My home was Thunderclan." They uttered thoughtfully, wistfully almost. Longing tinging her voice. But they refused the focus to stay on them.
"You saw what destruction happened in the barn." Wildrose spoke, voice becoming grave.
"These cats, they need someone to guide them, keep order, and protect them. You've already proved these virtues. We as ancestral cats of these lands want to help you, guide you and give you strength to lead those you've saved." Their gaze again met Dusty's as much as the living cat could with an eye swollen painfully.
"Though you shall not bear the weight of the clan alone, listen close as this is important for you and your clanmates to understand.". A voice that once hummed in the air was now strong in conviction.
"You must appoint a deputy, someone you trust to take command when you cannot, someone to turn to in dire straits and, I hope to the Stars this will not be for a very long time, will take your place once your time has come to an end.". Dusty seemed the type to try and put too much on her own shoulders, hopefully, whoever she chooses as her right hand will help her shoulder the weight of this all.
"Additionally, another Starclan cat will visit one of your clanmates too, they will be selected to become your clan's healer, the medicine cat. They will be trained and taught by the spirits of those adept in healing to pass their wisdom to protect and heal your clanmates from illness and- injury..." The smaller cat's voice trailed off for a moment, so desperately did these cats need a healer, they hoped whoever was tasked with selecting such a cat would soon.
"The adults in your numbers will be referred to as warriors from here on out, gifted a suffix by yourself to signify this role. Such as my own, Wildrose. Whether it is their appearance or temperament, the suffix you reward is in your paws.". He nodded towards Dusty, there was a curiosity, the longer the two talked the more intrigued he became to what sort of leader the other may become. But she continued nonetheless.
"Kittens under the age of 6 moons shall receive the suffix "-kit", and once they have reached this age and for all those younger than 12 moons, they shall receive the suffix "-paw", as they train to and prove themselves to become warriors.". They breathed, for just a moment, letting the information soak into the grey cat before them. There was a great reem of information they'd unloaded to the other all at once, they hoped it was clear enough not to cause too much confusion.
Wildrose realised, however, she never answered the other's final question, the most essential of all.
"To revive Windclan, you need to seek the Moonstone, it is north of here, within the Highstones on your very territory. There the connection to Starclan is stronger and it is where you shall truly be named the leader of Windclan, Dustystar."
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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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