Walking on Starshine, woah (p)

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    OOC: TALONKIT.


    IC: (really quick busy starter lol ^^"")

    Foreststar had finished her Starclan obsession phase moons ago; being made leader didn't exactly leave much time for laying around wondering what the suppoesd starry ancestors were like. She wondered every so often, of course, but only really about functional things, now that she was a leader under them. So she had also decided to let her old Starclan friends rest and stop expecting a dream from them for whatever reason. So it was quite a surprise when one night she found herself in a starry greenleaf land.

    *:･ﾟ✦ Saturated streams of sultry light pooled near the center of the clearing, a mist of stars giving off near the edge where cats were leisurely lounging around, gazing towards the direction of where the ThunderClan leader was situated. Emerging from his protective covering, appeared the monumental being of a muscular tom, overlooking the silver she-cat with warmth lacing his expression. Stars wrapped around his extensive limbs, stopping near the tip of his tail as a soft mist that seemed to elevate into the air. "Foreststar," the RiverClanner greeted with a curt nod of his head. "It's nice to see you

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    IC: Foreststar glanced around in surprise at the starry hunting grounds she recognized from other dreams. Then her wondering was cut off by a voice she never thought she would hear again. "Owl?" she asked breathlessly, turning towards the voice. She gaped when she found him, and felt a dozen different things at once. Excitement and disbelief at seeing her old adopted nephew again, heartache at the thought of his adopted mother, sadness when she realized that he must have become a Starclan warrior, worry that he had come with a prophecy or something, and even a small static jolt of wanting to demand where he'd been all these moons.