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[attr="class","box2"] Littlestar looked around the tunnel at the she-cats that had gathered to help her with the wedding preperations. Jetclaw, Strik, Foxbane, Mountainsound, Summersolstice, and Mistyrose. They were the one who had supported her thus far, and she couldn't think of anyone else that she would rather have at her side on this important day. They next few hours would be spent painting one another, and talking among friends.
Even though she wasn't sure if she should have invited Foxbane, the she-cat had been like a mother to her when she was younger. It wasn't something that was easily erased, even after all she had put Littlestar through when she lost her mind. She wasn't sure she had entirely forgiven her for it all, but it felt wrong not to have have here.
"We will do my paint last" she purred, knowing that they would all need to look their best for the ceremony. Each of them would have intricate paint designs, though her own would be the most extensive. She didn't want it to smudge before the ceremony. The lines on her own coat would be thin and delicate, and doing them to early wouldn't do.
She pulled out several leafs filled with brightly colored pigments that she had been saving just for this occasion. They were well made, smooth, and enough to draw the eyes of any cat that happened upon them. They were made with sweet smelling ingredients, all of which work work harmoniously together to make the entire wedding party smell wonderful.
Littlestar couldn't help but be a little nervous, after all this off group of cats was sure to interesting. Each of them had strong personalities and opinions, and they would all be stuck in here until the wedding. At least the had each other and plenty of food to pass the time right?
Mistyrose looked uncertain, "I suppose the paint will fade quicker if we started with you," She commented, since at first it didn't feel right in her mind not to do Littlestar's first. Still, this was a moment where she would forever have to share Littlestar, that's what this moment truly cemented.
"I can, just nothing around the eyes so when I cry it won't get messed up," Strik said, fanning herself with her paw, "Oh God, it's already happening. Your mom would be so proud of you for finding true love in a tom who puts you and your family first." She began tearing up more, "Oh my God, it just feels like I've waited a long time to see you grow into the young woman that you are. I'm so proud of you."
"Maybe someone else should go first if Strik's gonna be like this," Mistyrose suggested.
"No, no! I can handle this," She said weakly with a sniff. Strik dried her eyes, "okay, I'm ready."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Feb 1, 2020 9:07:38 GMT -5
[attr="class","box2"] Littlestar couldn't help but grin, as Strik and Mistyrose spoke, her claws dipping into the white paint that was used for senators. She hadn't painted her friend in a long time, and she wanted to make sure that the DayClan leader looked beautiful by the time they were done "I hope that Hazedthroat is proud of me, I'm sure that even in her wildest dreams she never imagined I would end up here"
She almost couldn't believe it herself, from WinterClan's only princess to SunClans High Priestess. From being promised to Leatherstar, to becoming mates with Skipstep. No nothing about her life now was how her parents had planned, every broken road that she had taken leading her to this day. Led her to Skipstep and the Sun God, gave her purpose.
"Any special requests?" she purred, lifting her paw to start on the she-cat's forehead. There were a lot of symbols that SunClan cat used on their pelts, and each one represented something different, something personal. Her own paint designs changed almost daily, as she picked the symbols that gave her strength to get through the day. What symbol each cat would wear would be up to them.
Jetclaw let out a purr, “My brother’s lucky to have Littlestar,” she said lightly. As Littlestar prepared the paint Jetclaw felt a bit nervous. She’d applied her own yellow paint of course but today it was an important day. And she had to paint other cats this time. She wanted every cat in their party to look absolutely radiant and she shifted from paw to paw nervous about how to make it perfect
Summersolstice purred. “Don’t worry Glow-Strik,” she corrected herself. “You probably won’t be the only one, today is a momentous occasion!” The ginger she cat’s amber eyes were bright with excitement. “Where do we start, fluffing fur or painting first?” She asked Littlestar getting up to help while Jetclaw fidgeted uncertainly for a moment before shaking it off.
As awkward as it might have been that she'd been invited, and well, not everyone here would like her, one she'd confessed her love to, who she'd forced into this initiation, the second, also forced into initiation, and the rest, well, she had quite questionable relationships with at best, with varying levels of 'ruined their lives' from little or nothing, to literally almost causing the bride to kill herself for one of her children, all of that melted away when she remembered what this was all about. Despite her best efforts, Foxbane wore a genuine, giddy sort of smile that betrayed just how much she cared about Littlestar. It wasn't so evident before she'd stepped down, but ever since, she'd made an effort to keep the she-cat safe, and though she maybe wasn't perfect, she tried to not cause more than some minor troubles that were more annoyances that could be laughed off rather than serious things in need of her attention. "If Hazedthroat is half as proud as the rest of us here, Littlestar, then she's positively brimming with it, I promise you." Her voice was a proud purr in it's own right, and though she wasn't in tears like Strik, yet, she could already feel that they would arrive soon enough. She could still remember the tiny child who'd joined SunClan in need of a place to live and grow, the newly named Promised with a grand future, and the start of a High Priestess with the whole world at her paws in the wake of sudden upheaval in the form of Foxbane's own abdication.
For once, Mountainsound found she could agree with the former Priestess on something. As a result, she let out a somewhat surprised chuckle of agreement. Either Foxbane had gone truly insane, or she'd learned something. It was too much for her to hope that the mischievous kit, traitorous young warrior, and tyrannical leader she knew would stay this way, but for now, she would hold onto that shred, and as always, choose to be kind and friendly, no matter how much she knew Foxbane was the single cat she could never forgive.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Feb 8, 2020 19:26:26 GMT -5
[attr="class","box2"]Littlestar smiled, unconciously puffing out her chest at the praise. She couldn't help it. The past few moons had been hard, but it felt like everything was finally coming together. That this ceremony was the last puzzle piece that she needed to fall into place to finally find joy... Even if it was just for a little while.
"I wish she could be here to see this... My dad to" even though her father had done a lot of terrible things, no one could question the love that he had for his daughter. Sure it might have been twisted, but it was still love. As the design began to come to fruition on Strik's head she, motioned for the others to move in and help "Mistyrose and Mountainsound, can you help fluff out her coat. Jetclaw, how about you start on her claws?Foxbane could you start the swirls on her tail?" she order with smooth confidence. She wasn't some scared kit anymore, who waited around to be told what to do. She had grown, each experience shaping her into the confident High Priestess that she had become. [newclass=.box2]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box2::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #772929;[/newclass]
