Private StarClan this was what i waited for ──✩°｡⋆⸜ but it just made me miss you more

[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

"extracted my heart while it was still beating"​​

a vessel filled in starlight and substance, the shift of an astral breeze tugging at translucent furs. a relief... no longer hunted by a noise that grows to such great volumes as to block out life itself. it is a rush of calm, the soothing taste of honey down a sore throat and a cool soaked moss draped over reddened eyes. out of habit, they draw in a deep breath, like it is the first one where fresh air is available; why had it felt so difficult before? the forest was not besieged by fires to suffocate them, she was not chased by a predator whose legs outmatched her own. but it had been painful, hadn't it?

already the memory of the constriction in her chest ebbs away, washed back into the recesses of memory as a much more urgent thought slowly blooms in the afterglow of death. the thing that had dragged her here, the venom that had struck and run its course through her system even after its keeper had grown cold. seafoam peeks slowly at first, heavy-lidded and tired, the itch of an idea still dawning and begging to rush forward.

the grass here shifts like it is an ocean's steady waves, glimmering with a promise of infinite bounty. this place is familiar... it should feel safe and yet, it harbors so much more heartache than peace. it is a temptation, a promise dangled out in front of her; she was here, could gaze upon the woven stars that blessed the pelts of loved ones... but she couldn't stay. not this time.

she is certain that whatever magic besets her mortal form cannot truly piece it all back together, not in the same exact shape it was before. fractured as it is, split- welding the seams of a broken heart would take time. her breath, something she doesn't need here, catches in her throat as a name curls itself in the space between her lungs. a reminder. "Where is she?" glowing, half-present figures stare at her but offer no answer, turning their faces away to continue their idle afterlife affairs.

her throat feels painfully tight, a bubbling frustration building pressure. "Someone answer me," the spotted tabby's voice cracks, a demand more shrill than anticipated but bleeding with emotion.

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• juniperstar
  leader of thunderclan
  six lives remain
  

 

[serpentberry serpentberry]

It... is pitiful. Even in the endless death, Serpentberry finds her claws curling into the mists beneath her. She watches her lover clamber into a space so cramped, so lonely. It's as if tethers of her own heart, now cold and unbeating, snap with every ambling step. Juniperstar slumps over, and all at once, her broken heart steals her to the stars. Just once, be that a blessed circumstance or curse in its entirety. Serpentberry pushes herself to her paws, and not too far away, a fracture of her lover's spirit arrives. And it arrives crying, a cracked visage of the woman destined to lead ThunderClan through its earliest rendition.

She forgives Juniperstar. Those words may never leave her tongue, for even in this starry plane, she holds to her superiority, her haughtiness. But she forgives her love, perhaps more than the woman would ever forgive herself.

The former medicine cat shoulders through the thrall of faceless StarClan cats, many half faded with long gone memories, others somehow returning to these less than corporeal forms. They hardly react when she pulls through them, grasping the red string between herself and Juniperstar so tightly, dare it be said yanking on it, waiting for the breath on the other end to yelp in pain. Live. Live for me. She breaks from the crowd, eyes half lidded, a partial smile laid upon pale lips. Live, so that you may die, and see me once more.

"I made a promise," she croons, her voice as honey-sweet and venom-laden as ever. She prowls towards Juniperstar, broken upon the ground of stardust and miracles. Soon, she will leave this realm and return to her body, to bear yet another day, moon, seasons more, even - an illness Thornstar never had to withstand, and though surely not by design, there is some solace to be had. Her pale muzzle leans down, gracing the starlit frame of Juniperstar. Intangible, she is, as this is only a piece of her that's come to stay. It's not enough, and Serpentberry is selfish enough to ask for more, but in the moment she does not.

"I was watching with your last breath," she murmurs, reclining beside the other, loosely looping her tail around what tangible bit of the tabby she could. "And I will be here while you take your first once again."