never been through hell like that | starclan visitor

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    //retro to the latest meeting c:


    She'd left them in the dead of winter, body frozen over when she'd followed her instincts to the old camp and been greeted by the starry form of her mother's mother. She'd left behind a far-too-young apprentice, her sister, an almost-lover she had never quite gotten the courage to confess to, and her starving and famine-ravaged Clan. Her family. The only consolation was that she'd found a new camp for them and relayed the information to Blackstar in the days before, so maybe her coward's death when her family needed her most had been forgiven enough for her to ascend to StarClan. Forgiven enough to give a life to Gladestar, one which he had ultimately used up while saving his Clanmates from the heavy smoke plaguing his home.


    Yet she still felt miserable.


    Heatherbloom's guilt over the circumstances of her death followed her everywhere she went, and she hated the fact that every time she'd visited her home since she'd died it had only been for a few moments to escort her loved ones to the stars. And so many of them walked among the dead now, so many of her closest friends, that Heatherbloom felt close to withdrawing completely to live out her days.


    White-toed paws led the spirit to the hollow she'd discovered more than six moons ago, the lilac tabby alighting atop the boulder which separated the medicine and elders' dens. Leaves scattered across the sandy earth as a brisk leaf-fall breeze swept through the camp in the early evening, and she took a deep breath. One that she didn't need to, what with the being a ghost and all, but it settled her nerves nonetheless. The astral breeze ruffled the long fur around her neck, and as she dropped gracefully down into the ThunderClan camp the former medicine cat looked arounf for a face she knew.


    "H- hey, guys."


    ✦ ✧ ✦ Sheepskin had experience with Starclan spirits, although he...didn't really want to. He would see his deceased sister in the strangest places, around corners or hidden in the dark, disappearing when he tried to search the alabaster molly out. It was frustrating, but SHeepskin had just put it up to his stress from being deputy. Seeing ghosts was just part of a reaction to stress, right?


    "H- hey, guys."


    The deputy's face was scrunched up in confusion as he looked around, eyes landing on the former medicine cat's starry form and nearly jumping out of his skin. Sheepskin stumbled back a few steps, eyes like twin full moons as he attempted to process the image of Heatherbloom standing before him.


    "H-Heatherbloom...I-- wh... how?" That was all that Sheepskin could muster, jaw opening and closing as he tried to sputter out the rest of his words. "H-How are you?" The dumbest question he could possibly ask, but the deputy had been thoroughly thrown off guard by the sudden appearance of the deceased medicine cat. Was he going crazy?

    She had met Robinfoot along the border, and she had at first wondered if she was dreaming. Though, with the sudden abundance of Starclanners visiting, there was no doubt in her mind that yet another former clanmate was here.
    The tabby followed Sheepskin’s surprised voice, and as she arrived her jaws parted in awe. “H-Heatherbloom?!” she exclaimed with excitement. Not once did she expect to see her former friend right here inside the Thunderclan camp. The camp that they wouldn’t be in right now if it wasn’t for her.

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    Sheepskin was a face she recognised, one she'd grown up with, one she'd watched from afar with pride and delight alongside his sister and old friends. They hadn't really been close, but they'd been friendly, and she regarded the curly-furred tom with a wry sort of cheer.


    "I'm pretty dead, Sheepskin." She meowed, but there was an amused lilt to her tone that reflected in the twitch of her whiskers and the slight tip of her head to the left. "No, I'm fine. StarClan isn't as scary as I thought it was, but I miss you all immensely ... It's good to see you! I'm so proud of you, Sheepskin."


    And then there was Flameseeker; beautiful, brave Flameseeker who Heatherbloom had trusted with her life. Heatherbloom took a half step forward, wishing that her form was corporeal if only so that she could press her nose into her old friend's tattered fur and breathe in the familiar scent of the red-furred warrior.


    "Hey, Flame." The lilac tabby meowed, voice cracking. There was silence for a moment before mischief crossed her features, blank green eyes flashing in the evening light. "I heard about you and Cy. Congratulations."

    ✦ ✧ ✦ If felines could blush, Sheepskin would be bright red, the tom's eyes widening into twin saucers at Heatherbloom's statement before the joking tone, clear as a whistle, fell on his ears. "I-- yeah, you're...d-dead!" Her body language was enough to convey the joke, the deputy's surprised aura shifting into something more relaxed as he let out a long sigh, shaking his head. She was...proud of him? A nervous, bashful shuffle of his paws at the praise of the former medicine cat, tail curling around his leg in a display of mixed emotions.


    "T-Thanks, Heatherbloom...I m-miss you, you know...camp isn't t-the same without you." Sheepskin admitted hesitantly, still a bit shaken by the appearance of his deceased friend and the jokes that came along with her. They had never been awfully close, but the deputy still held a lot of respect for Heatherbloom.


    Flameseeker, a feline who had been much closer to Heatherbloom than he had. The reunion sent a smile curling onto his features, the curly-furred tom much rather sitting back to enjoy the moment than to really invade or add his own two sense.