@Cherryclan and SwiftClan owner shall we say the two are allies now? Also I guess CliffClan and Cloudclan are now enemies.
@Ravenfeather is Blossomdream still open?
Resinstar's 9 lives: 1/9 wrote:"Say hi to everyone for me would you?"
With his last foggy trace of thought, Resinstar tried to promise Claywhistle he would but the pull of sleep was too powerful. His eyes fluttered shut and darkness overwhelmed him long enough for the leader to begin to fear he had died. But then the world opened up around him in a terrific flash of light and Resinstar found himself in a forest of stardust trees. He couldn't keep from gaping in awe at his surroundings, at the leaves that appeared to be spun of pure light and the still-grass, caught in-between moments and silent under his paws. "Hello?" he mewed, "Anybody there?" Giggles answered his query. Resinstar's gaze flashed over to where two kittens tussled by a translucent river. He approached them as they rolled over each other on the sandy bank. "Hello?" At his meow the two kits broke apart and gazed up at him with twin grins. The red one opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words came out.
"You must be Resinstar," came a wizened voice from behind the tom. "Sorry I took so long, even here I don't move as fast as I used to." The mottled brown tabby who owned the voice gave Resinstar an easy grin, settling down besides the pair of kits who beamed up at him, chattering noiselessly but with clear excitement. "I see. Well you two had better go fetch your father and the rest of us. The sooner we're all here the sooner you can bombard this poor tom with questions." Resinstar noticed the fatherly affection that crossed the brown tom's face as the two fluffy tabbies scampered off, mixed with something else he couldn't place. "So this is Starclan?" he queried, startling the old cat out of his thoughts. "Oh yes. I'm sorry, you must be very confused. I'm Speckledbeetle- I lived in Beechclan for a time. And those two were Snapperkit and Chicorykit." Though he nodded as if he understood, questions burned at Resinstar's tongue. Speckledbeetle somehow picked up on this and gestured for him to go ahead and ask. "I'm sorry, but if this is Starclan, why are you still old? And why are the kits silent?" The tom had always pictured Starclan as perfect from what Claywhistle had described, but this clearly wasn't. Maybe it was because everything here was so unusually bright that the imperfections were clearly illuminated. "I'm afraid you'll find that some things even death cannot fix, and silence is one of the more prevalent problems among us Beechclanners." Resinstar shifted uncomfortably, reminded of Claywhistle's constant warnings about how things were not as they seemed. He really didn't want to hear more on that subject, especially not if the wrongness had spread to Starclan. That could never be good. "But ah, this isn't what you need to hear. Not yet anyways. You're here for you lives aren't you?"
As Resinstar nodded, he realized with a start that a whole group of cats had come up behind him. This whole silent thing was going from kind of cool to pretty creepy fast. One of the older cats, white and tan tom, was seemingly apologizing for their lateness. He cast a pointed look at Snapperkit and Chircorykit. Speckledbeetle gave a small smile and told them to sit down, introducing them all to Resinstar. "Now remember this isn't a chit-chat visit-" This struck Resinstar as ironic. "-it's a ceremony. I know you all are missing friends and family, and we will figure that out, but for right now don't scare our guest away." The gathered cats all nodded solemnly, though one pure-white tom looked antsy as he agreed.
"I'm first!" squeaked a kit, a little bigger than the other two but still too small to be dead. "I'm Yarrowstar the brave! Haha just kidding, I'm only Yarrowkit. But I am really brave." The dark brown shecat looked a little droopy at still being just a kit, but she recovered quickly. "Maybe you can be a brave leader for me. Resinstar the brave, how does that sound?" This was clearly a big honor by the way Yarrowkit puffed out her chest and the way her tone got suddenly very cautious and serious, as if each word were a precious piece of glass that she didn't want to drop. "That sounds wonderful," Resinstar mumbled, smiling down at the little cat. "Good! Well then, Resinstar the brave, with this life I give you a spirit for adventure. A drive to see the world in a new way everyday and the courage to go explore it!" Yarrowkit leaned forwards and touched noses with Resinstar's dipped head. As soon as she did a fierce energy raged through the leader. It was warm and it was fast and it was in no way safe. He felt as though he could race through a thousand forests at the speed of the sun and yet still notice the shape and color of every single leaf. It was not a gentle gift and it left him winded, like his mind had left his body sky-lengths behind and still had not returned, but it was beautiful. "Thank you," he managed to gasp, "It's wonderful." "Use it wisely," the kit warned, and then swiftly stepped back among her fellow Starclan cats, a grin breaking across her face
Katrione wrote:I was originally going to have Squirrel die from a broken heart, but then I decided that she could die from blood loss but I wouldn't put a heavy emphasis on it.
I feel so sad and weird now
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