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Littlestar waited at SpringClan's border, respectfully waiting on a patrol to show up. She had come along, which would normally have been a bad idea but the leader of the clan was her sister in law and SpringClan wasn't known for being particularly hostile. She was here to check on Jetstar and tell her all that had happened, but also to find Singedwolf. She hadn't seen him since the day Bloodystar had carved the moon into her forehead that still stood upon her head. She had a long spiraling scar extending from her hind leg up her body and a long slash across her throat that even her long coat couldn't hide. The long journey here had taken a lot out of her, but the thought of meeting up with them once more kept her going. JetclawCleaver
Wolfwaste didn't recognize the grey tabby she-cat when he first approached her; the spiraling scars and haggard body threw him off and it wasn't until he saw the moon on her face that he did a double-take and recognized his old leader. He had gone under the name Timesquandor the last time they met, and now he was technically a deserter, something SunClan didn't take kindly to in the past . . . but after everything that had happened, he kept his fur flat. Surely the leader wouldn't care much about one escaped warrior. Not this one, anyway.
"Finally come for your dog?" The bronze tom smiled at her with a flicker of nerves in his eyes. "Took your time. He's been moping for moons."
Jetstar was a step behind Wolfwaste, the patrol consisting of him, herself, and the fluffy white she cat Softpelt.
Softpelt let out a soft gasp at the sight of the SunClan leader, while Jetstar's eyes lit up.
"Littlestar!" She cried hurrying forward to see her sister in law. "It's a relief to see you up and well!" The tan and black she cat purred, looking over Littlestar and wincing at the scars she bore.
Then she realized what Wolfwaste had said and she let out a chuckle, "I imagine Singedwolf will be happy to see you, he's been a little quiet since Skipstep brought him here to recover, but he's doing all right. We've done our best, and things are well in SpringClan."
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 May 2, 2021 16:22:46 GMT -5
Littlestar didn't hesitate, stepping over the border to greet her sister in law with a gentle nose to her cheek and a warm purr "It will be good to see him, but I must speak with you to. There are things you should know" she took a step back to look over at Timesquanderer, at least that was the name she knew him as. His presence here meant that he had fled SunClan, something that she couldn't blame him for. Many had, just as she herself had wanted to.
"You can stop quivering now" she chirped "I'm not here to drag you back, not today at least" she moved forward stiffly, still sore and exhausted from the long journey. She had come a long way since the last time Jetstar had seen her, on deaths door with her fate uncertain. She was far from the magnificent High Priestess she was was, the path to recovery being long and arduous.
Wolfwaste rolled his eyes to hide his palatable relief. His new clan was . . . nice, and he wasn't ready to give it up with. Jetstar was a good leader; she was a little too fiery, but he respected that her anger was aimed in the right directions. She had every right to be angry at her neighbors for the injustice Wintrystar had caused. He was just an old cat and tired of the battle.
"Great," he replied. "I'll go fetch him." As Jetstar greeted Littlestar, the bronze tom turned and slipped away from the patrol to go fetch the three-legged tom.
Jetstar frowned softly. "Are there still troubles in SunClan?" She asked eyes narrowing. Given the whole StarClan not wanting their faithful to assist the unfaithful or otherwise suffer the consequences she wasn't able to easily pledge SpringClan's assistance as she'd like.
But she would of course offer her own help, her legs had spent many days wandering back and forth between SpringClan's land and elsewhere in the name of assisting her family back home.
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 May 29, 2021 20:41:59 GMT -5
"Yes" she replied quietly, making sure that that the other cat had gone before speaking once more "That...thing... that hurt me, well it isn't gone" she still bore the scars from the attack that had take at least one of her lives that day. Had Jetstar and the others not intervened it would have been more "I need to give you a warning... It said it will come for everyone and everything that I care for,and I fear it might come after you" she paused her eyes falling to the ground for a moment to compose herself "I believe it killed Honestpaw'
Jetstar's eyes widened, "Oh Littlestar, I'm so sorry." She whispered, blue eyes shining with sympathy, she lifted her tail and rested it on her sister in law's shoulder.
"I appreciate the warning," Jetstar began, "But you don't need to worry about me," Littlestar had her clan, her children and everything. Though Jetstar was touched by the concern, Littlestar needed to focus her energy on protecting herself, her children and SunClan. "I'm more worried about you."
Jetstar remembered the horrible sight they'd found Littlestar in, how she'd wished that she could find and tear apart Bloodycrow. "I take it that since you're here you've finally reclaimed SunClan?" She meowed. "Did you deal with Bloodycrow?" She asked eyes narrowing.
Her claws dug into the dirt as she spoke the cats name.
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 May 29, 2021 21:00:26 GMT -5
"It's not quite that simple..." she answered after a moment
Sure she was back as High Priestess, but it wasn't of her own accord "I hadn't planned on going back, not after everything that had happened. I just wanted to get our family out of there..." how could she explain the events that had unfolded? "There was an explosion, unlike anything I have ever seen before. Fire spewed from atop a mountain and yet no one was fleeing. Me, Skipstep, and Vixenkismet went to investigate and Bloodystar had most of the clan help captive at the ceremony springs..."
Jetstar tensed as she spoke. "I can't imagine... And Bloodycrow." She growled, barring her teeth in frustration. "I should've at least tried to take one of his lives when I found him in MoonClan." She said.
She shuddered at the memory that vision of a decomposing Littlestar.... that had haunted her nightmares especially when they still had yet to find her again.
"But you were able to get the clan back." Jetstar meowed softly. "Right? And then you threw Bloodycrow into the fire?" She asked a note of hope in her voice.
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 May 29, 2021 21:13:51 GMT -5
"Not quite..."
She honestly couldn't really believe the story herself if she hadn't been there "I fought with Bloody, trying to buy time for the others to escape. Some got away, but the bridge collapsed, and the water was boiling. I thought the battle was lost, but it was then that the Sun God appeared" she didn't say who was the god, for even though Jetstar was her sister in law she was also SpringClan's leader, and she didn't want harm to come to him "He stopped our fight and the explosion, and banished Bloody from SunClan with a curse"
Jetstar's frown deepened. "The Sun God returned?" She meowed, there was a wariness in her mew. "Took him a little while, is he at least better than before?" She asked.
She wasn't entirely thrilled Bloodycrow hadn't been stripped of his life for his crimes. But, at the very least a curse and exile for the arrogant tom was fitting. Along with punishment from the god he'd claimed had put him on the pedestal he had taken.
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 May 29, 2021 22:12:25 GMT -5
"I suppose time will tell... He is, different" she wasn't so sure that the change was a good thing. The Sun God was a cat of immense power that now was at the whim of a newly appointed warrior who had no idea how to control it. She wasn't sure how to explain the entire situation to her, not in as short of a time as they had. She couldn't stay for to long, SunClan needed her more than ever and if she was being honest with herself the journey had taken a lot out of her
Jetstar sighed, "Well if he shows any signs of going back to the way he was before, let me know." She said tail lashing, "At the very least we'll be ready." She said.
She let out a sigh. "So, what lies ahead for you then? Are you remaining with SunClan or leaving for new pastures?" She asked.
Their talk was interrupted by a faint rustling as two cats approached, and a fierce, low grumbling: "... I'm fine. If you would just keep your paws to yourself. I'm injured, not blind..."
Wolfwaste stumbled into sight after a hard shove. The ragged three-legged tom stalked after him, looking....
Healthy was not the right word. His fur was still bristly and dusty and his body was made of raw, jagged lines; he had always been a muscular cat, well-fed and toned, and that wasn't different now. But the lush territory, far from the harsh heat of SunClan, made his fur appear softer around the plethora of scars decorating his body, and the skin of his burned cheeks was a faintly healthier tone. He still looked bitter and menacing with a cruel gaze powerful enough to make grown apprentices quiver, he just looked a little more pampered now, and older. The natural gray of his coat was more pronounced around his muzzle, making him look fierce and hawkish and nearly, ridiculously, wise.
"You look like hell," Singedwolf muttered. The look he gave Littlestar was unfriendly. She had always mistaken it as affection.
