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Flamingstar held her chin high as she walked confidently toward the Moon Creek, accompanied by Turbulentsea and her most trusted warrior and adopted daughter, Creampuff. The moon cast a silver glow over the Nightclan leader's dark ginger fur. Her cold and unforgiving eyes illuminated giving the impression that they were glowing. There was a silence between the three cats. Flamingstar avoided conversation the entire way. She didn't want the topic of who she was going to see come up. She wasn't sure if she was going to see Starclan or the Dark Forest but a part of her knew exactly who she was expected to see. There was no way Starclan would ever give her lives.
It didn't take long before she arrived at the Moon Creek. The glimmering water reflected off of her, creating an effect that made her look like she was underwater. She narrowed her eyes as she made her way to the edge of the water. She took one last look back at Tubulentsea and Creampuff before lowering her head and lapping up the cold water. It felt icy on her tongue and sent chills down her spine as it slid down her throat. Before she realized it, she was awake in a lush green pasture dotted with wild flowers. A warm wind made her ginger fur and whiskers dance. As she scanned the pasture, wispy figures began to appear with star's throughout their pelts. Starclan? She didn't understand. With how she had been treating her clan and others, she expected to be somewhere much darker. The first to step forward was a raven black cat that she didn't recognize.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 19, 2020 14:03:05 GMT -5
It had been a long while since Ravenstar walked among his clanmates as leader of NightClan. He missed the feel of the soil under his paws and the rush of wind through his fur. It was different now that he's a StarClan cat. But so much had changed since he last tread upon NightClan's lands. Would NightClan ever turn their backs completely on their ancestors like so many clans have already done? He hoped that would never happen. That's was the main reason he came here tonight. He hoped by instilling a life to Flamingstar, it would help keep NightClan within the fold of StarClan.
As the black tom stepped forward toward Flamingstar, stars glistened in his night colored pelt. "I, Ravenstar, will give you your first life and with it comes courage. Not only physical courage that comes from battle and risking your life for others but also the courage that comes from deep down inside to do the right thing, to stand by your convictions." He leaned forward and touched his nose to Flamingstar's.
Flamingstar closed her eyes as Ravenstar touched his nose to here's. An tingly bolt of energy surged through her as the life took place, creating a dizzy side effect. She was releieved when it was over. "Thank you" she meowed, feeling a weird warmth inside her like she hadnt felt since she was a kitten.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 19, 2020 14:40:13 GMT -5
Ravenstar nodded. "Remember your clan," he said before walking away to take his place with the other assembled cats. She will be a good leader is she remains true to NightClan, he thought.
The next cat to approach Flamingstar was a lean black and white she-cat. She tilted her head and gave the new leader the smallest of smiles, her tail waving lazily in the air behind her. As a warrior, Darkhollow had always tried to prove her worth to her clan. She wanted to be more than just the kit of an infamous tom. She wanted her clan to know who she was, and that was a cat that put her clan before herself. Unfortunately, Darkhollow never showed her true feelings, always trying to be serious and strong for her clan. She stopped before Flamingstar, and rested her nose against forehead, as if they were old friends, though Darkhollow had passed before her time.
"With these words, I give you the life of honesty," she murmured, her voice quiet following Ravenstar. She had always been soft-spoken. "Use it to stay true to who you are, and to be honest in every decision you make, whether for your clan, or for yourself," she added, a knowing glow in her eyes. She touched noses with the warrior and took a step back.
While the bolt of honesty felt similar to courage, it wasnt nearly as strong. For a split moment as the life traveled through her, she almost wanted to blurt out all that she had done wrong and reveal all the lies she had told but before she could, the feeling was over. It had gone just as quickly as it came. "Thank you" Flamingstar whispered as Darkhollow retreated.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 19, 2020 21:49:43 GMT -5
The next cat to emerge from the crowd was a husky patterned scarlet and white feline, rather small and delicate in appearance, with bright cerulean eyes. She pulled away from a familiar tom, Eternalstar, with his carved smile, and five kittens, not all of which appeared to be his, around his paws.
She was a strange feline, StarClan, but not. For as brightly as the starlight flickered through her fur and the frost sparkled at her paws, there was an earthy scent about her, and the world seemed to condense around her like the tunnels she'd once walked. "My name is Timerous. Perhaps you've heard of me as the pregnant mother killed by Foxstar not so long ago." The feline mused. Underneath the scent of the Regime, the scent of the League lingered, faded, but unmistakable, with only the faintest traces of Toxicity and WaterClan whispering in the background. She looked curious, but did not have the demeanor of a cat who had spent their entire life upholding the warrior code, if such things could even be measured in stance or expression.
"With this life, I give you determination." The she-cat stated, touching her nose to Flamingstar's, the power of this life strong and sure. "Use this life to stand firm to the choices that need to be made, to bolster your resolve and hold true to your ideals to whatever end is necessary for your clan." The Scout stepped back. This life was more neutral than the previous ones, as though Timerous expected it's use to be for both good and bad in equal part, rather than trying to push the feline into something she wasn't.
The life that went through her felt good. It felt like she could run forever, do whatever she wanted and she had the will to do it. It tingled throughout her body. She could feel it to the tips of her fur like a ball of electricity was rolling down her back, painlessly. "Thank you" she whispered as Timerous stepped back. A feeling of pity for the young cat struck Flamingstar. As brutal and somewhat evil as Flamingstar was, she couldnt imagine murdering a pregnant cat. Flamingstar didn't kill kits. Anyone but young kits. She watched Timerous retreat before her gaze turned toward the next approaching cat. This cat she remembered, Smallspiral. This had been Echomelody's friend and had been killed. Echomelody often went to Smallspiral's grave to pay her respects.
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