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The journey from where she had died to StarClan, then from there to the clans’ new lands had been taken step-in-step with her living prodigy, but that was to be expected. For all that she had lived out much of her life at SixClaw, she was still a RiverClan warrior in her heart of hearts.
Though, she had been surprised to find upon her death that instead of being summarily returned to her youthful body, cast in starlight, she was comfortably middle-aged. Her white portions shone, her silver was merely darker stardust, and her interrupted stripes darker still — though somehow equally gleaming. To be honest, trying to think too hard about the mechanics made her brain feel as though it were about to exit her skull via whichever ear was more expedient.
She was at her happiest age, and that was what mattered. The occasional creaking star-formed bone or stiff neck was well worth the grounding reminder that she wasn’t who she once had been.
Even when the sweeping, semi-theatrical bows, so oft-practiced, now left her aching and with a certain twinging in the spine.
Still, the occasion called for it. Her left paw folded to lay against the slight swell of her underbelly, the other foreleg lowering her to a hunter’s crouch, and her tail curled around to press flat to her flank. She rose to pronounce, “Well met, Tempeststar. My name is Belle. I was before your time, and many turns of the seasons passed between my venturing from our shared home and yourself venturing to it. Still, I’m in something of a mood to flatter myself; I believe you will find that we share more than a few qualities. But enough of that. We don’t have forever, and I am already dawdling.”
She straightened into a forwards-leaning stance, the slope of her spine opening her chest cavity. In the moment, she was neither clan warrior nor SixClaw Lorespeaker; she was an amalgam of both, in a way she had never managed in life.
She didn’t need to breathe, per se, but it helped to go through the motions. The lack of need for air also meant she could say more in a period than she could’ve done in life. That bit was particularly useful when her interminable lateness was once more rearing its ugly head.
In her cuttingly clear Voice, she sang out, “You embark now on your next branch of the Path. It will be marked by many things, but first and foremost; the clan that is under your care and guidance. The cats that make it up will know you as their ultimate protector. You will see that they are your protection and guides in turn.
“Your medicine cats will heal you, your warriors will feed you and fight for you, your apprentices will succeed you, your queens and kits will keep your very clan alive.
“You will love your clan enough to dredge up hatred for anything and anyone that poses a threat, for they are not opposites — both the sun and moon give us light, after all. And you will love your clan enough to dredge up mercy when you long to exact vengeance, because cruelty is nothing to aspire to.
“I give to you your second life, that of stewardship.” Her piece said, she let the Voice fall away and tilted the last whisker-length farther to press her own nose where Robinfoot’s had rested.
In the final moment before stepping away she breathed, “I would be grateful, should you find the time, if you would tell Gyrecall that my clan name, my truest name, is Baystare. I suppose our clans will always be our hearts, in the end.” This would be even truer for Tempeststar than herself, but one must always have a good closer. The end in the beginning, she mused to herself as she retreated to let the next cat come forwards.
//SixClaw Colony’s trained Voices occupy the same sort of space as a classically-trained opera performer’s voice does. Traditionally, opera is performed without any sound-enhancing technology, so their bodies become their amplifiers through an acquired vocal technique. This is to say; Belle is quite loud. Consider what it would take to fill an entire music hall with one voice and you’ll get a sense of it.
Capital-v Voice is indicated by bolded lettering ^.^
Also mentioned is the position of Lorespeaker. It translates to a sort of combination elder-leader, as the most experienced and exceptional Voices serve as the colony’s guides.
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In contrast to Bellestarr's operatic voice came a soft-spoken molly, if she had ever spoken at all. Her yellow eyes shone with glee as they laid upon her sister, standing before StarClan with both pride and fear. Well, if they weren't all cats who had to find her own paths. Roselight had gone astray, led away by a tom of darkness, yet, she couldn't say that she regretted it, not one bit. She died giving life to seven, three of which were still upon the earth, trying their hardest in finding their way, four which had fought their best fight, earning a resting place with her. This wasn't something she could easily explain, this wasn't a feeling she could put into words, yet she'd try her best for the leader.
"Tem!" Roselight would call out as she came forward, chocolate pelt shimmering under the stars, "I'm so proud of how far you've come. Thank you for taking care of our family." How long had it been since she's last seen her sister? She would be, what, thrice her age by now? How exciting! "Life has pulled you in many different directions, and now here you are, getting your nine lives. I want you to know that..." She glanced to her paws before back to meet her gaze. Ah, she supposed not talking much during her life was a little detriment in being able to piece together a speech as eloquent as the others here must have prepared. "Don't be afraid to love. Don't be afraid to let others in. You're the beating heart of RiverClan now, and love... it comes from the heart. Love, even at its most basic form, consists of dedication, happiness, and forgiveness. Love your Clanmates, love yourself, and even love your enemies. It's the source of the world's goodness, it's the origin of peace and purity. Spread love in this world, Tempeststar. With your third life, I give you the life of love."
She stepped forward once more to touch noses with her sister, granting her one more life to the two she has already received. Stepping back, she gave a loving glance to her sleeping child who had accompanied the new leader. How hardworking, her little messenger. She'd give them her silent thanks as she forced herself to turn away and join the ranks of StarClan as a witness, a watcher of the ceremony.
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hushed pain held within the body of a ticked lilac tabby, the memories of feeling forgotten, given up upon. life of the time in the clan of river, the clan he had grown up in and died in, was not one of utmost expectations of perfection. no, far from it. despite the blossoms of fire that roars against the rushing waters, despite the all of of differences of him and this clan birthed into, he cannot truly hates it. a clan that had birthed him is one of a unspeakable difficulty of relationship, a love-hate one of sort. the same could be said for the delicate members, his own flesh and blood included.
but few stood out. fond memories of kindness from the darkness of clan of shadows touching his heart, sorrelfire and briarpaw before their reign of leaderships, the ever protective mother, kestrelsong, the adoptive fatherly figure, rootlegs, the defender of his sibling, salmonkit, and the strongest warrior, tempestwing. gazed at her from afar during his breath of life, watched her grew from warrior to senior to warrior to deputy and now, soon to be a leader. besides rootlegs, she was the longest running riverclanner he knew of since his birth. she truly deserved it, for all her loyalty and strength she had put into this clan that had surmounted through many obstacles.
briefness of concern rose in their starlit chest when the move had started, when the storms threatened to tear the land and sky apart. wide-eye watched the cats of the forests and open spaces carried their youths and elders, pushing through sunrises and sunsets of their journey away from their battered home to a new land by the lake. relieved to see that this clan had finally arrived, but he knew it was shortlived. never was there truly peace in this world, he had learned this very early on. what would come for the clan of fish and reeds in the future would only be unknown and that even he could not be certain of.
among others that stood in the ranks of the stars, he watched them move forward to give a life to the very feline he thought and watched over from afar. unfamiliarity among them, not one could be said to be recognized by him, but that was expected for someone who sheltered himself from the world, no? but chocolate shimmering of light of rose had taken her place among them, having just finished giving a life to the maine coon below and a quick glance told him it's his turn. rising to his paws, movement of seeming a slight hesitation, plastered of a smile that wasn't truly forced upon as he padded forward to meet with the wings of tempest.
"tempestwing." his voice cracked a little and a clear of throat swiftly followed to cover his embarrassment of not sounding proper compared to the others before him. "i didn't live long enough, but i always had admired you even back then as a kit." gaze softened as if remembering of a distant time lost in the haze of nebulous cloudy memories. "you had gone so far for many, many moons. you carried the clan and yourself through the currents that went against you, fought hard with your muscles to swim and against many difficulties." pause of consideration as the words sank in the dreamy starlight atmosphere. never was he truly good with words and felt lackluster in his mini speech. "this power drive forth would be what you need in the future, for many moons more."
leaned in closer to the smokey blackness and whispered his song of life to her, "for your fourth life, i give you strength." his nose would touched with hers for a brief few moments and then the tabby's stepping back, moving to take place among the starry pelts of the others. five more would come after her to give her lives, and soon, she would depart to return to lead the waters higher and stronger. swiftcurrents may not know all the future that can held for this clan and this land of the lake, but he could say with certainty that the wings of this tempest would carry and cut through these waters for her clan for a very long time.