phantom blood ❋ starclan joiner

  • Roselight... her name was Roselight now... coming from the heavens felt... refreshing... her gentle chocolate paws stumbled forwards, unsure of her next move. She was graceful, heavenly, even more celestial than she was when her Heart still beat. Now she was cold, a pale spirit whose sunny gaze still held the warmth of Life. A silent beauty. Even though she wasn't exactly the most tangible being at the moment, her legs still rippled with strength, power, elegance... she held the posture of a WindClanner, but her pelt was as sleek as those who ate fish. Roselight dared not step over the Boundary. She was a StarClanner, and even then, trespassing simply felt rude.

    "speaking in #ffd1dc"

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  • she was no stranger to meeting souls of the beyond. she'd visited starclan every half-moon since her apprenticeship, she had celestial visitors come to her in dreams, she could even hear the voices of angels during her brush with death. even so, finchblossom couldn't help but to be taken aback by the star-dotted visitor at the border.

    "h-hello?" tentative call as she approached a being that seemed to teeter on the realm of the real. had it not been for the ache in her wounds, she might've thought she were dreaming. slipped into the land of the dead. but she'd been there before -- this was riverclan, she knew it. "has... something happened?" is something going to happen? "unlike you to visit like this." "you" being starclan. how often did starclan come to earth? let their souls fall so far? this... this seemed important.

    finchblossom hadn't meant to stumble on the starry wanderer before her; she had only been on a stroll to keep her muscles exercised. the border always brought trouble, didn't it?

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  • Her eyes lit up, finding her paws falling in line next to Finchblossom with a look of pure awe. These nights as of late had brought questions to the young apprentice's mind, questions that lead to stories of Starclan. The elders had been teaching her, and yet some how a seed of doubt sat in the back of her head. Yet here stood irrevocable proof, stars in the pelt of a cat, Starclan existed.


    Finchblossom's reaction breed concern in her fiery eyes, looking to the medicine cat with barely concealed dismay. If the dead walked among them, what had happen? It truly seemed the stars did not fall so far without serious reason.



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    Riverclan Apprentice + 6 Moons + Nightfall x Shatter + Mentored by Ravensong

  • One of her last memories as a living cat were naming her kits. It broke her heart to know that four of them had joined her too soon... far too soon, but she couldn't stop death. She was a StarClanner, but she was powerless, only able to guide the recently deceased to their new homes. What she feared the most was that, as a representative for StarClan, they were falling apart. There was a force out there, undoing all the good, and putting the seed of evil in their stead. She couldn't help but to step forward and embrace Finchblossom, as if her body were out of her control.


    "Finch..." She whispered, though her voice would be clear and audible in the ears of her listeners. She stepped back to address the apprentice who had joined her daughter's side, "Minnowripple should've let some of you guys know what's going on, but if she hasn't; StarClan is losing its power. The forces of evil are pushing against us, and the Clans' faith in StarClan is more imperative than ever." She didn't want to tell them what would happen if her task, spreading faith in StarClan, failed. She didn't want to tell them that she'd be gone forever, separated from both the earth and heavens into a realm of pure void.

    "speaking in #ffd1dc"

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  • Silver lakes, glittering beneath the afternoon sun, fell upon a scintillating being. They blinked rapidly, now having experienced the birth of this new, star-laden power within for the first time. He felt the same, but his sight had morphed and changed, and like most of the clan he could see those who had descended down from the heavens, in all their glittering glory.


    It wasn't the first time his gaze had lay upon a Starclanner, which was probably why he found it so easy to look past the oneiric haze that cloaked them and execute his duty as a father to protect his family with clear eyes. Dark legs strode toward them, the trim leader's pointed face defined by a vigilant glaring as he bore witness the Starclanner embrace his daughter. He cared little if the stranger sparkled like the night sky or bore resemblance to Finchblossom because all his stinging scrutiny could perceive in that moment was someone who clearly thought they had the privilege to touch his daughter without warning.


    The momentum in his lithe body didn't waver as he aimed to place a limber, chocolate leg between Roselight and the two apprentices, acute focus snapped to the she-cat's face in strident verdict. "Who are you?" he inquired evenly, reflective silvery hues bearing firmly into the Roselight's shimmering blue as the length of his torso rounded to put himself as a barrier between Finchblossom and the Starclanner "Riverclan is a Starclan-following clan so-so what--... How are we meant to prevent ..you from loosing power?" Once he had an explanation perhaps he'd be willing to let a (seemingly) complete stranger caress his heavily injured daughter. The line between familial love and malicious intent had been blurred over the moons for the leader, so he'd no doubt find it difficult to justify lurching forward and touching someone who clearly hadn't sanctioned it, regardless if the notion of blood relation came into question.

  • surprise found her once in the woman speaking her name with such tenderness that finch would be led to believe that they'd known each other for years. it would be found twice in the sudden movement of the starry figure as it embraced her, the stranger's fur both cold and warm, alive and dead. soft in the way she imagined clouds to be -- wispy and eluding. a touch that wasn't really there. surprise found her a third time in the arrival of her father who was quick to come between finch and the stranger, taking their physical parting as an invitation to become the wall that kept finchblossom in and roselight out.

    his actions would come only seconds too late. the mystique around the dead woman at their border had already captured finchblossom, and she moved to weave between his legs and catch sight of her once more. "starclan... is losing power?" she echoed though, selfishly, her true questions lied in the identity of roselight. who didn't believe in starclan? what else would they believe in?

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    riverclan mc + tags +  kira.