Open Event THE MOONLIGHT CELEBRATION [ ⏾⋆.˚ ]

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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The moon is high, not quite full but still ringed with silver clouds that shone opalescent in its immitable glow. The Gathering has taken up the event of the full moon from SkyClan's previous traditions: how could one celebrate their own clan if they were busy being espoused on the latest news from their neighbors? It was a good thing, then, that not many cats seemed to remember the celebrations from the old ravine. The ones were cats would dance and sing under the light of a lonely moon. The ones that dwindled as SkyClan's numbers dipped, and prey became scarce, and cats began to get sick at what they could find.

The ones that ceased when Coffeestar died.

Hawkstar sits among them today: the sick, the downtrodden, the warm, the familiar, the new, the unwavering. Her warriors, her clan, her family, her life. Her entire purpose for living now. Once she could imagine herself and her children as separate. Higher than, risen from the daylighters and the kittypets and the rabble the Coffeestar allowed to prance in and out of their ravine. But now, they were as much of her responsibility and heart as Starlitpath, Rosebelly, Milkheart, or Skykit.

She sits with them, and raises her lips in a genuine smile: "SkyClan. We have spent the last year fighting, grieving, and suffering. We have let these new clans weigh down our thoughts and raise our hackles, and we have spent so much time focusing on them that at times we forget ourselves. We are the ancient clans of our memory, we are the great warriors are legends, made manifest in this new place. Tonight, we will revel in our own glory. My prides, my hearts, share this with me. Eat, play, dance, be. We can worry ourselves with the drivel of the forest in the morning."

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// This is the main event, where SkyClan parties with their clanmates to celebrate the beginning of their journey to the new SkyClan lands! By posting to this thread, you automatically gain five points. This will remain open the entirety of the event so everyone can communicate and talk and celebrate. This is the only thread where all your characters can participate, but please be mindful of others!

POST PROMPTS - completing any prompt gains you an additional 1 point
1. Tell a story about the code- how do you remember it being told? Is that how others remember?
2. Remember a time in the gorge! Does it make you smile knowing how far you've come?
3. Share a piece of prey with someone you don't normally talk to!
4. Why do you think Starclan guided us here?
5. It's been a year since SkyClan's arrival at the gorge… do you think your clan is doing better now, despite the hiccups?
6. The younger members probably don't remember, or weren't present for the journey, why not tell them a lighthearted story?

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[Berrykit]

BERRYKIT

Berrykit listened to what Hawkstar was saying, ears flicking as they spoke their carefully picked out words. The kitten didn't fully understand what all those words meant, but he listened intently, trying to remember it all. He was going to be an apprentice soon and it would be proper to learn to listen. He was too young to have known SkyClan's previous territory, all he knew he knew from stories and all the stories from his clanmates he's heard already. Except... he hasn't heard Acornheart's stories yet - his mom's friend only recently having made it to SkyClan after being lost. Lost where, Berrykit wasn't sure, but he liked the tom.

Eat, play, dance, Hawkstar had said, and it gave Berrykit a brilliant idea. He padded over to the fresh-kill pile, looking for a bird small enough for him to be able to hold but big enough to share. A striking bird caught his attention - it reminded Berrykit of the leaf-fall colours, brown body like the crunchy leaves, with yellow and red feathers like the leaves about to fall down. A Goldfinch.

Berrykit had only met Acornheart once, when his mom introduced them after she got out of the healer's den. He has heard stories about the tom, but now he had a chance to talk to him. Perhaps sharing prey with the tom could be a nice way to get to know him more and to listen to more stories about SkyClan's past.

Berrykit squeezed through the bush in front of the log, the healer's den, and walked inside, towards Acornheart. "Hi Acornheart!" he chirped after setting the bird down. "You remember me, right? I'm Berrykit!" The kit sat down eagerly, not waiting for an invitation. "Do you wanna share this bird? And tell me stories about the former territory? Or your journey here?" Berrykit barely breathed in between his questions, eager to learn more things about SkyClan.

"Pretty pleaaase!" he pleaded with big eyes. "I have already heard all the stories the others have to share!"

OOC: Interacting with @Acornheart! Also fulfilling prompt 3 with him :)​

SkyClan | Kitten

 

[[SNOWVEIL] [SNOWVEIL]]

Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a mother full of memory
Come, my darling, homeward bound
When all is lost, then all is found

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A raspy breath left the elderly molly as she stretched, joints clicking softly before she settled herself down again. Snowveil's clouded eyes stared into nothing as ever, but her ears swiveled attentively, drinking in every sound of SkyClan's gathering. So much had happened since they arrived in these lands... And though she still bristled at living beside Clans who no longer remembered the old ways, that did not change the truth: they did. SkyClan carried memory where others carried emptiness. And hearing Hawkstar's steady voice ring out, Snowveil felt her chest warm with pride. Her former apprentice had brought them far. Farther than Snowveil had once believed possible.

" Hear, hear. " she hummed in agreement, lifting her chin. " We have known loss. We have bent beneath change. We have been forced to adapt. " Her whiskers twitched as she angled her head toward where the leader was. " But at the heart of it, we are still SkyClan. And we have never forgotten where we came from. " A soft, thoughtful sound rose from her as memories fluttered like leaves across her mind. " Ah... It reminds me of a story my ma used to tell me... " she said, her torn ear flicking. " Long, long before my time... Before even my grandmother's grandmother was born, there lived a she-cat named Swiftflight. " Her whiskers twitched faintly as she tilted her head a bit, waiting for a while until she was certain she had caught the interest of some of her clanmates, some of the young fletchlings.

" She was fast. So fast that birds panicked at the very shadow of her leap. She wanted to be the pride of her Clan. And oh, StarClan, did she want the world to know it. " Snowveil shifted, curling her tail over her paws. " So she hunted. Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn. Every morning she raced out before the sun woke, and every night she returned with so much prey that her jaws could barely hold them all. Mice, birds, voles, rabbits... Anything with breath, she caught. Her Clanmates praised her, of course. How could they not? They thought her unstoppable. Star-touched. A miracle. "

A soft exhale, almost a sigh. " But praise, little ones... " she murmured softly, a frown to her face. " Aan be more poisonous than any snakebite. " She tilted her head, listening to the Clan around her as though reminding herself they were still there. " The more they admired her, the more Swiftflight needed to prove that admiration right. And so she hunted harder. Faster. She would not rest. Would not eat. Her paws blistered and bled, yet she ran. She devoured the forest's silence. Birds fled her. Squirrels kept to their nests. Even old badgers hid in their burrows until she passed. "

Her tone darkened, but gently. " And soon, Swiftflight had killed more than her Clan could ever eat. The clearing where she laid her catches became a graveyard of feathers and fur. Two sunrises, three, four... And the prey began to vanish. Not just from her claws, but from the territory itself. She had robbed the forest of its breath. " She stopped for a moment, a somber expression upon her face as she dipped her head low. " Then leafbare came... " A dreadful sigh left her, mournful... As if she could picture the scene itself in her mind's view. " The prey was gone. Starved. Scarce. And the clearing where Swiftflight once boasted her kills lay empty, chilled, silent, bitter. Kits cried with hunger. Warriors grew gaunt. Elders wheezed for warmth. And Swiftflight... She who had once been the Clan's pride... She looked upon the hollow dens and knew the truth. "

Her voice thinned into something sorrowful. " She had done this. Her pride. Her unending need to prove her worth... It was what had stolen every chance her Clan might have had. " Snowveil lifted her chin, though she could not see. " And so she left. Walked out into the snow alone. Some say she sought StarClan's judgment. Others say she became prey for the forest she had robbed. None know for certain. " A soft breath, almost a whisper as she continued. " But her story remains, to remind us that skill is a gift, not a hunger. That talent must serve the Clan, not the ego. And that no warrior, no matter how glorious, has the right to take more than what is needed. "

Her tail brushed the ground, a slow rhythmic sweep. " That is why we honor the code. Why we take only what we need. Why we respect the forest. Because without balance... Even the greatest hunter can bring a Clan to ruin. "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

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[Pearkit]

PEARKIT

ANY PRONOUNS

SKYCLAN

KITTEN

Pearkit isn't sure what's going on in camp today, but the pointed cat that is often referred to as King sits among their clanmates, grabbing everyone's attention with their speech. Pearkit feels captivated, even if she doesn't understand what the words mean. One day she will learn.

He sits next to the pale striped cat that lives with them in the nursery. Snowveil's words are easier to follow, wrapped in the simple form of a story, and Pearkit listens as the story unfolds. He hopes Mothkit and the rest of his siblings are listening as well, as enamored as him. Pearkit's eyes widen at the mentions of Swiftflight's achievements and his ears lower as the tragedy unravels. He huddles close to Mothkit, feeling their warmth, feeling protected and safe next to them.

As the story comes to an end, Pearkit looks up into Snowveil's unseeing eyes, ears drooped low. "Is this why Mama doesn't want us playing with our food?" they ask, curious. "Because prey is precious?" They're mainly just repeating what Mama had told them, not exactly following the meaning behind the words, but they're trying to wrap their head around it at least. They think of what it would be like to not have food to eat nor milk to drink and they shudder at the thought. That's not the kind of place they'd want to live in.

ʚĭɞ OOC: Sibling tag but no need for you to participate :) @SONGKIT @Flutterkit @Mothkit

 

[Mothkit]

mothkit

maybe you feel the same ?

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Mothkit stared upward, wearily eying the clan leader. They didn't know what she wass talking about, but they did love eating and playing, so they were cautiously interested. There was an energy to camp that made them believe everything must be good. (Mama smiling helped, too.) When Snowveil started talking, Mothkit swiveled towards her with wide eyes. They knew this cat from around the nursery - she was kindly, and often checked up on their mama and them. They liked her, and they were immediately wrapped up in the tale. Though some of the worlds went over their head, they understood the importance of eating and helping the clan. It sounded like Swiftflight had done something bad, and Mothkit knew what bad meant. They never wanted to be bad - bad was bad!

"The code..."

Mothkit repeated to themself, not quite sure what that truly meant.

Pearkit spoke up beside them, and they nodded in slow realization. They still turned their nose up at the idea of eating prey - they wanted milk - but they knew that was what mama ate, and the other, older cats in the nursery. They'd even seen Berrykit eat it! They didn't understand why they didn't all drink milk, but that was a question for a different time.

"Does that mean it's bad if I think prey is yucky?"

They asked fretfully. They didn't want to waste food and break the code accidentally!

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...the flapping of wings toward the stars...​

shorthaired fawn ticked tabby with brown eyes
agender; they/them
skyclan kit
1 moon
child of rain; sibling to pearkit, flutterkit, songkit; soulbond with pearkit

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, thoughts, attempted action