Despite getting lost, he and Smoke made it. Sure they needed some help from a few ghostly pals, but what mattered is that they made high stones. From there, the pair had ventured deeper into the cave, and eventually (without getting lost for once) they came across a large quartz crystal glowing beautifully as if it were bathed in the moonlight. No words were exchanged between him and Smoke, but the glance he gave the other was more than enough.
Silver paws move forward, drawn by the ethereal crystal before him. This is it. This is the moonstone. I've... I've never seen something so beautiful. No salmon or fish scales could compare. A paw stops short from touching the stone, no. Not like this. It has to be my nose, not my paws. Could? Could I take a piece of the stone? It's just so breathtaking. He knows deep in his heart that is is wrong for him to want to carve out a piece of the luminous stone. Perhaps, he should be thankful that it is impossible to do so.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
A cool sensation as if his fur is lapped with the ocean waves on a warm sunny day soothes his soul, a welcome feeling, as if he were coming home. The scene before him morphs into one he recognizes. A field of flowers underneath his paws, a nice cool breeze, followed by the sound of shifting grasses. There was a distinct lack of hunger. It was bizarre, but for once in his life he was unafraid. Yes, he felt as if he was floating. Nothing here could hurt him. It was refreshing, so much so that he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, focusing on the breeze which ruffled his pelt.
For some time now he had no doubts in the existence of Starclan. His hesitation only came in understanding what Starclan was and what it did. He still didn't have a clue exactly what it Starclan was, but he would wager a guess it was where one felt at peace. True peace.
The sound of pawsteps approaching causes him to open his eyes and turn to the source. He immediately spots Seabriar, a warm smile sent towards the starclanners way. And then, he sees Dewdrop. She did tell him that they would see each other again, but he hadn't expected it to be this soon. Nevertheless, he dips his head towards her. As for the other cats, he can't say he knows any of them. Wow, there's so many of them. So this is what happens when you touch the stone? A bunch of cats come and see you? There's not gonna be any funny business right? Seabriar and Dewdrop I trust, but the other cats? I've never seen or talked to them before. Hold on, there's... Nine cats. Nine lives... What. What are they going to do to me?
// if you can't post just put a placeholder and edit in after so people can do theirs as soon as they're able! :3 @Seabriar @Dewdrop @charredboar @egg @whiteflame @darkflame @Wildrose @Willowleaf @PHLOXWISH
Silver paws move forward, drawn by the ethereal crystal before him. This is it. This is the moonstone. I've... I've never seen something so beautiful. No salmon or fish scales could compare. A paw stops short from touching the stone, no. Not like this. It has to be my nose, not my paws. Could? Could I take a piece of the stone? It's just so breathtaking. He knows deep in his heart that is is wrong for him to want to carve out a piece of the luminous stone. Perhaps, he should be thankful that it is impossible to do so.
"Here goes nothing,"
the tom mumbles to himself before touching the stone with his nose.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
A cool sensation as if his fur is lapped with the ocean waves on a warm sunny day soothes his soul, a welcome feeling, as if he were coming home. The scene before him morphs into one he recognizes. A field of flowers underneath his paws, a nice cool breeze, followed by the sound of shifting grasses. There was a distinct lack of hunger. It was bizarre, but for once in his life he was unafraid. Yes, he felt as if he was floating. Nothing here could hurt him. It was refreshing, so much so that he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, focusing on the breeze which ruffled his pelt.
For some time now he had no doubts in the existence of Starclan. His hesitation only came in understanding what Starclan was and what it did. He still didn't have a clue exactly what it Starclan was, but he would wager a guess it was where one felt at peace. True peace.
The sound of pawsteps approaching causes him to open his eyes and turn to the source. He immediately spots Seabriar, a warm smile sent towards the starclanners way. And then, he sees Dewdrop. She did tell him that they would see each other again, but he hadn't expected it to be this soon. Nevertheless, he dips his head towards her. As for the other cats, he can't say he knows any of them. Wow, there's so many of them. So this is what happens when you touch the stone? A bunch of cats come and see you? There's not gonna be any funny business right? Seabriar and Dewdrop I trust, but the other cats? I've never seen or talked to them before. Hold on, there's... Nine cats. Nine lives... What. What are they going to do to me?
"H-hi! My n-name is Pike! I'm sorry, I don't know everyone here, b-but it's nice to meet you all?"
It's then that he decides to approach a small black smoke with two fangs peeking out, extending a paw. "Wait a second. Can? Can I even touch any of you?"
Am I ghost now too? Or is this the same like that time Seabriar was in my dreams? You know... This Starclan thing is kinda complicated. They just feel real. It feels weird not to shake their paw or give them a hug or something. I dunno about them, but I don't really like just staring at somecat.// if you can't post just put a placeholder and edit in after so people can do theirs as soon as they're able! :3 @Seabriar @Dewdrop @charredboar @egg @whiteflame @darkflame @Wildrose @Willowleaf @PHLOXWISH