The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Characters : [P]oppyshine; [Pi]neblossom; [W]hisperear; [C]rookedlight; [L]arkspring; [Wi]llowwisp; [R]ashoumon Clan/Rank : RC T5 Deputy; SC T5; WC T5; SkC T5; RC T4; RC T4; Rogue T1 Number of posts : 3115 Gender : Any Pronouns Age : 25
Subject: One Last Time [OPEN; Perchstar Vigil] Sat 18 May 2024 - 19:46
POPPYSHINE
Just stop your crying...
The sharing of the tongues lasted for a couple hours already. As the night grew darker and stars shined high above and the waning moon showed itself too, Poppyshine slowly rose to her paws from where she had taken to lying at her friend’s side, grooming the same spot in her fur over and over again. She lifted her head and looked to the Willow Branch behind her. With a slow breath, she stepped up onto it, rising not as a deputy as she had before for ceremonies, but as a leader-to-be. Moonlight shined on her pelt as she raised above her clanmates and took a shaking breath. Below her, Perchstar lay, her soul having long left her, but now her body was pristine. Blood and mud washed away, her fur carefully groomed of any linger grime or tears. She looked beautiful even in death, and now, she looked peaceful too. A deep peace that she would never rise from…but a peace all the same.
Poppyshine took a deep breath and spoke out to her clanmates. “RiverClan, the moon rises high above us. We will now begin the vigil to remember Perchstar. Seek the Silverpelt for the new star that can be seen and know that she is looking down at all of us. Those that do not wish to partake in the vigil are free to retire to bed. Tomorrow will be a new day…but tonight is for her, and for you.”
Then, she closed her mouth, for the silent vigil to begin. Poppyshine stepped down from the branch, walking carefully to Perchstar’s body. She leaned down, pressing her nose into Perchstar’s neck one last time, but she pulled back and straightened. Her gaze turned upward, and she began the search for the brightest new star in Silverpelt, longing to still feel Perchstar’s eyes upon her.
Willowwisp’s heart was heavy. So heavy it felt like she could topple at any moment. She had helped with grooming Perchstar, sharing tongues with her mother for the last time, but she was left feeling hollow. How she wished she could uphold herself the way Poppyshine managed to. How she wished she could cry more, but the tears had dried up once her mother took her last breath. Now there was just a fatigue, a desire to curl up and sleep, but she would not do so. She needed to participate in the vigil for her mother too.
She ended up sitting with Rookflight and Sunpool too. One having been bestowed kinship by her mother, and both her closest friends. She was grateful to have them with her during all of this. They had been a constant in her life for a while, and she was lucky to have them still—she hoped that, unlike her mother, they would never leave her side. It was a foolish wish, but one that she silently clung to with kittish determination.
Willowwisp pressed her face into Rookflight’s shoulder and her tail wrapped around Sunpool, ensuring he stayed close as well. She would not speak during the vigil, but she still hoped that they could feel how important they were to her during it all.
Rookflight had Willowwisp and Sunpool during the sharing of tongues, and it seemed they would have them during the vigil too. He had stuck by Cindersky’s side instead, pressed tightly up against her flank. He aided here and there in places to groom Perchstar, but he mostly left that for the people she truly loved and who truly loved her.
When Poppyshine gave notice of the vigil, he turned and met his gaze with Cindersky. The silent question of, Are you staying for the vigil? Or do you want to sleep? passed between them without words. Vigils were not really something that Larkspring was interested in, but he would partake in this one if Cindersky desired to. He had been with her through the scare at the war, the loss of Littlesplash, and now he would be here for the loss of Perchstar too. Other cats may leave Cindersky, but he was not going to.
Characters : [C]indersky, [W]olfpaw [D]aytrader, [R]yepaw Clan/Rank : RiverClan, T3 Deputy | ShadowClan, Apprentice| T1 Loner | WindClan Apprentice Number of posts : 484 Gender : They/She Age : 20
Subject: Re: One Last Time [OPEN; Perchstar Vigil] Sun 19 May 2024 - 6:09
Cindersky T3 Warrior | RiverClan| she/her "i loved you like the sun."
Cinderskys head tipped to Perchstar, as though to answer the question. Although she made sure to flick her eyes to camp to give him that offer of him sleeping, if he so wished. She would not force him to stay with her all night.
The corpse was so still. Cleaned by many, including herself, and it was uncanny to think that there was life within less than two hours ago. It was probably the most peaceful she had seen her. Especially since... Cinderskys head drooped, a soft hang of shame and even though Perchstar had welcomed her back, it was not the same. Again the leader had blamed herself for Cinderskys woes and she wished to tell her that she was not the cause, but a corpse was deaf. She leaned to the side, pushing her face somewhat into Larksprings fur. Warm, comforting. She would leave the closer ring of Perchstar for the others to mourn, her inner circle.
Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ishpaw [Fa]lconpaw [Fo]xpaw Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T5 Warrior [P] (T3) RiverClan Hybrid MCA [F] ShadowClan Apprentice [Fa] WindClan Apprentice [Fo] SkyClan Apprentice Number of posts : 2800 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: Re: One Last Time [OPEN; Perchstar Vigil] Wed 22 May 2024 - 19:11
ROOKFLIGHT
I would rather stay in bed, but...
Perchstar’s body had been cleaned. Though he was going to do so regardless, Rookflight took up Mistwalker’s offer to help with grooming her. There was a strangeness to knowing he was sharing tongues with Perchstar in this manner for both the first and the last time. The rituals should have served to steady his soul, but the ache in his chest only grew worse over the hours. Rookflight hadn’t felt grief this profound since his kithood. He’d almost forgotten how exhausting it was. Only a few hours into the wake of her death, and already he was so tired. Tired of body and mind, tired with the loss.
For a moment, Rookflight gathered enough consciousness to look away from Perchstar. Their pale gaze swept across camp, searching until they found Cindersky. They nearly departed from their huddle with Sunpool and Willowwisp until they noted Larkspring nearby. He would look after her; he always did. This satisfied some part of their hurt, and so their attention returned forward. To Perchstar--more aptly, her body. Perchstar herself was no longer within.
Her fur was nearly pristine. The lines of her face were slackened; relaxed, for perhaps the first time. More peaceful than Rookflight had seen her in life. To regard her was uncanny. The death in her makeshift den hadn’t disturbed them nearly as much as this. Knowing she would never rise again made them sick. Their claws flexed, pressing into the wet sand in search of something to ground them.
It was then that Willowwisp’s head pressed into his shoulder. Rookflight blinked twice before turning his head to look at her. His ears folded back and his heart throbbed painfully. He did not know how to comfort, especially not when his own grief gnawed, but he wanted to try. She deserved that--trying. Though he would not speak, Rookflight tipped his head down to press against the flat of hers, rare physicality offered as silent support.
Characters : (P)ineheart, ✝ (R)ainpaw, ? (M)aggotpaw ? [S]nailpaw Clan/Rank : (P) Riverclan Tier I Warrior, (R) Thunderclan App (M) Skyclan Apprentice [S] Riverclan Apprentice Number of posts : 443 Gender : Any genderless pronouns + he/him
Subject: Re: One Last Time [OPEN; Perchstar Vigil] Tue 28 May 2024 - 22:29
Snailpaw
He/Him
Snailpaw stuck around for the vigil, breathing in the cool night air. Someone he'd thought would be able to outlive him, was laying at rest in camp for all the clan to see.
The body of Perchstar.
He'd never known her personally. But she'd made a big impact. She was a strong leader, that's one thing. And she'd had so many friends in--and likely out of--camp, even if Snailpaw didn't end up being one of them.
That was the other thing, she was just as much of a cat as anyone else in the clan. She still had had a life outside of being a leader, even if he never really recognized it before.. and now she was in Starclan.
The idea of Starclan.
It was always fascinating to him-- The idea that cats would go somewhere after they died, the idea that those cats lived on elsewhere. And sometimes those cats spoke of the future ahead. Prophecies... Would Perchstar ever proclaim prophecies? ..Not now. Snailpaw imagined she's probably just getting settled into Starclan.
With his tail curled around him and head to the sky, he imagined just that.
A new Starclan cat, surrounded by once lost loved ones, being shown their new territory in the illuminated night sky.
Characters : Basskit / Fuzzybelly Clan/Rank : ShadowClan T3 Medicine Cat / ShadowClan Kit / T1 Loner / WindClan Elder Number of posts : 512 Age : 30
Subject: Re: One Last Time [OPEN; Perchstar Vigil] Tue 4 Jun 2024 - 21:58
Redkit only knew Perchstar in name, and now as a body before him. It was weird to him that they were all gathered, sitting around their former leader.
The tom said nothing, the queens chided him about manners if he was to go. As if he would flop Perchstar's ears about like some fresh catch of the day. He rolled his eyes and grunted. Sure, formality was a thing, but there was such a thing as common sense too.
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