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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]The clan was always lovely, but the moon made it's beauty shine in the darkness. He laid on a rock, looking at the stars and moon, the oldest things in existance. People often valued old things, but very few considered to look at the stars and moon. How is it that we forget it's beauty?


    His pelt shone a little, due to the faint glow the moon gave off. His cream pelt practically glowed. Many would question what he was doing up so late at night. However, they would see him staring into the vast starry night.


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    Cinderkit was early to go to sleep, but with all of her dreams being the same the child found she had trouble dozing off. She stretched, exiting the nursery before catching sight of Thrushpelt. Huh, what was he doing? The long-furred kit scuttled over to the warrior and took her seat near his proximity before tilting her head curiously. "Are you looking at the stars?" She inquired quickly before remembering an "interesting fact" about them. She decided not to share them, however, as many ThunderClanners gave the star's credit to StarClan. They didn't make the stars though, they just lived among them, in space, right? Well, that was a question for another day.

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    Cyst was sleeping soundly in his nest of warm moss and goose feathers and jjf decided he'd be awoken by the chatting going on outside later.

    Spottedpaw had been restless lately and unable to sleep, so sometimes she too would just look up at the moon or perhaps sneak out in the middle of the night to hunt. Considering she would usually have a nap during the day, it kind of messed up her sleep schedule, but she didn't really care. She actually rather liked the night. She heard voices nearby, and she could recognize Cinderkit's voice, and the other she recognized after a few heartbeats, Trushpelt. She barely knew the warrior. Why not go and say hello? She padded over to take a seat beside Cinderkit, fixing her green gaze on the huge milky moon and that stars that danced around it. "Hi! Nice night, isn't it?" the Bengal commented, not averting her eyes from the sky.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]His ears perked at the sound of Cinderkit's voice. Then they heard Spottedpaw. He did not move his attention from the stars. "Indeed. The stars are shinning bright, as always." There was no hint of expression when those words left his mouth. "To think what horrors and wonders the sky has seen. It is something the marvel at, but it something forgotten as well. After all, our life span does not compare to the sky." Noticing that he was going on and on about something the others didn't care about, he sighed. "Sorry, these are just the tells of an old coot."


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    "[color=#dccfbf]What'sa coot?" Nettlekit yawned as he sleepily made his way over to the group. He'd been awoken when Cinderkit had left the Nursery, and decided to follow her - even though he was tired, he didn't want to miss out on anything fun. "[color=#dccfbf]I like the sky," he added, craning his neck to look up at the dark night above him. "[color=#dccfbf]You can make shapes with the stars just like with clouds, but except you can also imagine cats living up on the stars, too - 'cause cats can't live on clouds, but I don't know about stars. Probably they can though, I think." To Nettlekit, the sky at night was like a big game of connect-the-dots, except each dot had other kits just like him, or maybe other "old coots" like Thrushpelt was, and they all knew things that he didn't know, because they were up on the stars and he was down here, in ThunderClan.


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    Dawnbreeze slipped from the shadows of the camp, watching the group of her clanmates. The cream she-cat stayed up at night relatively often; she loved the dark tranquility, the meditative qualities. Generally, she was alone, but tonight there were others. She joined them, giving Spottedpaw a friendly nod, and then glanced down at the two kits. "What are you two doing up? It's late," she meowed quietly with gentle amusement.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]A small chuckled escaped his lips, "A crazy old person, someone who everyone thinks is strange." I wonder what those old "coots" are doing up there in StarClan. Do they catch up with family, or they watch over us. What exactly is it that they do? The warrior did not respond to Nettlekit's comment about liking the sky. There was no need to. It was a simple comment, nothing more, nothing less.


    "Have you ever heard of StarClan? It is where cats go when they die, living among the stars and other fallen cats. Those in StarClan watch over us, and guide us. Everyone wants to be in StarClan when they die, but that's if you haven't done anything drastic. Otherwise you end up in a not so nice place." The not so nice place was the Dark forest, but he didn't want their mothers to come after him for teaching them something like that at a young age.


    Thruspelt tilted his head to view Dawnbreeze, who had intervened. The warrior could tell she was joking, so he returned his gaze to the sky, flicking his tail at her in greeting.


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    Cyst was awoken a couple of minutes ago, and was about to approach the group and probably smack one or two of his clan-mates for chattering like blackbirds this late at night, when Thrushpelt began talking about StarClan. He'd always wondered what that was. "Wow! " He remarked, his little mouth gaping in awe. "That sounds amazing!"

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    [size=8][font=arial]GENERAL:
    Icekit > Icepaw > Icegaze


    Traditional ThunderClan | male (he/him pronouns) | 15 moons | ages weirdly | demisexual demiromantic | npc x npc 1st gen
    — Medicine cat of ThunderClan


    APPEARANCE:
    Icegaze is a domestic shorthair cat with clean, bright white fur that has a soft texture, and a short, slim stature. His eyes are a shocking blue, like clear pools. He currently possesses no battle scars or injuries that alter his appearance.
    — smells strongly of herbs


    PERSONALITY:
    INFJ-A
    Icegaze is described as being candid and humble, one to speak directly and never to boast. However, he can come off as grumpy due to his testy demeanor. He isn't one to be very social and will usually avoid speaking unless prompted, though he isn't exactly shy. He can be quite goofy and carefree.
    — likes: dark, leaf-fall, puns, herbs, rain
    — dislikes: mud, greenleaf, arrogance, being touched without consent, cats that touch Mossflight


    SOCIAL:
    APPRENTICE: none
    RELATIONSHIP: ½ Mossgaze
    FAMILY: n/a


    [color=#c6d4d8]HEALTH:
    PHYSICAL: excellent
    MENTAL: excellent


    — MAJOR INJURIES: none
    — MINOR INJURIES: none


    [color=#c6d4d8]ENCOUNTER:
    PHYSICAL STRENGTH: medium
    MENTAL STRENGTH: high


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    Passive actions may be powerplayed (e.g. healing, touching)

    Cinderkit listened with interest. Oohh, she'd have to tell Tawnywing about that, she'd probably find it really interesting! Did she live in StarClan? Cinder only saw her in her dreams, but if it was StarClan, how come there weren't any stars, or any other cats? Ooh, Thrush seemed to know a lot about StarClan, maybe he knew. "What does StarClan look like?" The child inquired curiously. The thought of being a star sounded interesting-- she could look down on all the other cats and watch them do warrior stuff, that sounded like fun. Oh, but what if a StarClanner was afraid of heights?

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    Nettlekit smiled sheepishly at Dawnbreeze's comment, not able to provide a decent excuse. He shrugged lightly, then listened as Thrushpelt started to speak of StarClan. (And "coot" - now he had a new word in his vocabulary to use!) He had indeed heard of it before, but only had a basic grasp of the concept - until now, at least. "[color=#dccfbf]Does everyone go to StarClan? Like, kittypets too, or just the warrior cats?" The topic of the Dark Forest that Thrushpelt swiftly glossed over wasn't of interest to Nettlekit like it may have been to others - he had no intention of going there, so there was no point in worrying about it.


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    Cinderkit and Nettlekit always seemed to be the trouble-makers in the nursery. They were always so loud and not mindful of others; but he supposed he could forgive them, since Nettlekit was his brother and he partially considered Cinderkit a friend. The kit arose from his nest, shaking his fluffy pelt from the debris that had got caught on it during his brief sleep. Thornkit followed his brother outside, eyes widening as he realized how many cats were still awake. "It's Moonhigh! What are all of you even doing up?" He asked groggily, a hint of annoyance in his tired voice.
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    Spottedpaw glanced at Nettlekit and tilted her head. "That's a good question. I don't think kittypets go to StarClan," she mused. She looked up to the sky. She certainly couldn't imagine kittypets standing among fallen warriors. Glancing behind her, she saw Thornkit looking very groggy. "Admiring the sky," she explained.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]The warrior chuckled at Cinderkit. Even I don't know what it looks like. The only time I would know is if I died, but that's not happening anytime soon. "No one knows, until you die and join them." His facial expression was that of peace, and content. "Some say it's a paradise for the departed that watch over us, but I'd like to think they live their lives like we do in Starclan."


    He had heard Nettlekit's question, but Thornkit ruined the moment with his sudden outburst. whoever becomes his mentor will have a handful, no doubt. "The better question to ask is, why am I up?" why am I up, so Thornkit could ask himself the same question. The kit could have just fallen back to sleep, if he wanted to.


    Thrushpelt listened to Spottedpaw, as his eyes were trained on silverpelt. "No, I think everyone gets to to Starclan. There are some kittypets, loners, and rogue's that become warriors. Everyone has their own place to be when they die, even those who aren't in clans. Twolegs and other creatures have a place to go after they die as well."


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    So nobody had seen StarClan before? No no, that couldn't be right, leaders received nine lives from StarClanners, maybe she could ask Adderstar. The child began to wonder even more with his answer. "So, if we live here during the present, and in the future we'll live in StarClan, where did we live in the past? Like, before we were born, where did we come from, and why? Er, and I don't mean like where do kittens come from, I know that. If we live in StarClan after our life, where did we live before our life?" Oh, golly, she wasn't making any sense. Cinderkit gave Thrushpelt an awkward grin, trying to make up for her nonsense question.

    Cinderkit sure did have an adventurous mind. Spottedpaw's mind didn't often wonder, and usually stayed firmly planted in reality, which she supposed was a good thing. "I don't think we lived anywhere," the apprentice stated. Where else would they live? They didn't exist until they were in the womb.

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