Posts by minnowripple!

┊ The sun was just starting to wane beyond the horizon, casting pale rays over the darkening sky in a display of cream and gold. Late evening would be the best time to approach, though she already knew that many would be confused with her arrival. After all, it's not every day that a StarClanner allowed themselves to be seen outside of a dream. Yet here the tabby was, breathing in the same air she once knew so well through a starry filter. Though, something felt... off. Likely due to that fire that had clawed its way through part of the territory not too long ago.

Hopefully she would be received with no less than open arms: Minnowripple had never been on this side of the joining process, after all. It'll only be a moon, The she-cat reminded herself, settling just at the border to the territory. Home's scent was so strong, yet it felt so far at the same time. She was no longer alive. She had no need to eat, or sleep. Every night she would likely return to StarClan or just camp out somewhere in the territory to keep watch for those no good Dark Foresters. Her main goal here, however, was to regain faith in StarClan once more. Perhaps it was selfish of her to want to return to RiverClan again, but she would do everything in her dwindling power to make the most of her time.

With that being said, the warrior would cautiously wander along the border between RiverClan and WindClan, her gaze of vivid gold eyeing the field of sheep. Never once has she been out this way, and she didn't trust it all that much. Nonetheless, Minnowripple would ease her nerves as she would slow to a stop once the barn was in view across from the river. Her form flickered, allowing herself to be seen by all those who may be near– her appearance like that of a starry, mature warrior as she sat on her haunches and waited patiently.

Would anyone recognize her? She knew Tempestwing was still alive, at the very least. There should hopefully be a patrol of sorts wandering around here.

┊ The first to arrive was the young feline she'd been keeping close tabs on, and she couldn't force down the sweet smile on her maw. At least now she could keep a closer eye on them to make sure that they were doing better– ah, but should she pretend she didn't know their name? She was a StarClanner, after all, so that information came pretty standard to those who watched the affairs of the still-living.

"Hello, little one." She hummed softly like a mother soothing her kit. A gleam of warmth entered her gaze, with a subtle glint of familiarity, but she would soon give a small nod as if that answered their question. "My name is Minnowripple, I was a warrior that lived in RiverClan a long time ago. Though, as you can see now," The gray tabby raised a paw, displaying the ethereal glow and flicker of stars. "I walk with StarClan. But... we need help."

A soft sigh graced her muzzle as she looked to the apprentice, soon to give a bittersweet smile. "You see, young one... not many believe in us any more. There's more belief in the Dark Forest than in the ancestors that hunt in silverpelt. I'm here to rejoin RiverClan– to be a quiet reminder that StarClan is still with you no matter how hard times are."

Pain flickered in Minnowripple's eyes, but it wasn't one of physical injury. The ancient she-cat glanced back towards the direction of their original camp, of where the fire was lingering just beyond that, and it was clear that she was missing home probably just as much as those still breathing.

"I can't hunt your prey, nor fight your battles, but I can help train and comfort those in need. Perhaps I can even get away with helping to find herbs." A soft laugh escaped her, but there was a hollowness to it. StarClan knows she wanted to do more to help, but she was dead now: there was only so much she could do to interfere with the living clans' lives unless the others in the stars allowed her to. "However, I'm limiting myself to stay for only one moon." Because we might be gone if we don't succeed. It took everything in her willpower not to let that internalized fear show, keeping her golden hues half-lidded and calm. There was no need to scare the, so soon– perhaps when half the moon was up, she could let that information slide to their medicine cat or leader, but for now? She'd like to relax and feel the gentle breeze in her ghostly fur for a bit.

┊ The quiet, hesitant rasp didn't fall on deaf ears. Despite all the planning that went into her idea of walking amongst the living RiverClanners again, nothing could prepare her for seeing a familiar face once more. The molly turned her attention to the other she-cat, allowing a smile to form naturally– genuinely– at the sight. "You've grown so much."

Her voice was like a whisper, as if she too couldn't believe to see Tempestwing. Yet here the tabby was, standing tall and proud with more scars than before. The warmth behind her words was obvious, and soon the starry feline would move closer and get a better look at her. The moons have treated her well: beyond the new scars on her face, she looked very mature.

"Technically I've always been around, just... not when you can see me." A bittersweet smile graced her maw, looking between the deputy and the apprentice. "And I always will be here for as long as someone remembers me. In the meantime... how have things been?" She knew, of course, about the fire and other issues her old home once held, but it felt more natural to make small talk and hear it from a living cat themselves. Plus... it felt so nice to be able to see her again. Tempest was no longer an apprentice, either, which was amazing on its own.

"Oh, and look! No more broken leg! No more scars!" A toothy grin split her maw as she gave a brief prance in a circle with a raised tail and proud gleam in her eyes– similar to that of an apprentice that just caught their first prey. It seems that childish side never left her, even after all these moons.

┊ A gentle breeze stirred past the starry feline, carrying with it the scents of sheep and distant smoke. Even in this unfamiliar location, RiverClan still felt like home: the kits lauged and played, apprentices dragging moss around and elders gossiping under the shade of a tree. Warriors keeping alert for the moment something turned wrong. Of course, she didn't know any of them, but their smell of water and cleanliness warmed her to the core.

There was one she remembered from her time alive, at least. Said she-cat entering the starry warrior's peripherals as she finished whatever duties she had carried out. It's been so many moons– Minnow had only known her as Tempestpaw back then.

A smile slowly formed on the she-cat's maw as her legs carried her in that direction. Stars danced dimly between each stride, her fur untouched by a harsher gust of wind yet carrying with it the faintest taste of cinnamon.

"Busy?" Minnowripple's tone was soft as it had been all those moons ago, without the faint rasp of age. An almost childish gleam of warmth was in her liquid gold hues as she would aim to greet the deputy with a kind flick of her tail against a broad shoulder.

( tempeststar.

jdacsviv sorry for the lack of detail in this post, it's been a while ;;

I'll do my best to make the next one better! )

┊ ( shsygsyigiv tem is such a cutie, bless her soul

Also I'm slowly but surely regaining muse ;v; )

Tempestwing's smile was reciprocated on a silvered muzzle. Every StarClanner returned to the appearance they were the most content from what she recalled: hers happened to be before the whole Sheogorath incident. Before her young, juvenile heart felt like it was stretched thin. It was a time where she was trying to get her life back on track, even if that had been her downfall in the end.

"Of course. I'd help hunt, but I din't think I can do much like this." The molly's voice held a playful tune as a bubblegum pink tongue poked into view between the divet under her nose. A childish gesture, but she wanted the other she-cat's memories of this day to be fond; it seemed that the living RiverClanners had a lot on their plate, and she wanted to ease the deputy's worries for as long as she had.

With a small flick of her bannered appendage, the marbled tabby would start walking in the direction she recalled the river to be.

Perhaps at one point in time she would have backed out on the offer. Her memories of the river weren't the best, but death allowed her to come to terms with what happened when she was still made of flesh and bone. In the end, she knew all of the trials she went through were simply done to make her stronger. StarClan never betrayed her, even though it felt like the world was falling apart at the time.

Yellow hues went distant, remembering the swelling tide that ended her first mentor's life. The twisted grin of the burly former leader of BloodClan that had broken her.

Minnowripple shook her head, swaying the long, draping fur at her cheeks. It was in the past now, part of her story forever and yet something that held no weight on her any longer.

"So... how's life?" A lazy, teasing grin would cast itself back toward the darker tabby. It seemed Minnie had taken a liking to jokes and questions with puns ever since her death.

┊ Slowly, but surely, the camp was returning to its former glory. Minnowripple was proud of how strong her living clanmates were: to be able to grasp onto hope as a fire ravaged their home. To move camps while wondering just how their old home managed. If she was the same cat she had been while alive, she would have never been able to stand the torture.

But seeing the others handle it gave her hope. She would have thought they would curse StarClan's name for something they couldn't control, but they kept their chins held high. Stubborn cats, they were; she understood why the other clans got jealous sometimes.

A bemused chuckle found its way past a maw of stars and silver, liquid gold optics swaying over the war-torn remnants of their home and the additions that the RiverClanners had made to make up for the fire's damage. For some reason her gaze lingered on the open maw of the medicine cat's den, and without a second thought, her limbs would carry her toward the entrance.

That's when she would slip inside, the stars glimmering over the marbled grays of her pelt dimming to accomodate for anyone who may look in her direction as she just enters.

The bitter and sweet smells of various herbs washed over her maw, filling her mind with both pleasant and unpleasant memories. Dismissing them for now, Minnowripple soon found herself gazing upon the small form of a seal point feline, who almost seemed... lost in thought, perhaps?

Careful not to startle them, the StarClanner gently cleared her throat and put on a warm, kind smile. "Sorry if I'm interrupting something. I was wondering if you needed any help in here?"

( pipitpetal )

┊ Their eyes looked glossy, as if they had been hyperfocused on doing whatever was asked of them, or as if they had nearly nodded off. Whatever the case may be, the stocky warrior would approach when acknowledged and find a seat where she was close to the apprentice, but not close enough to be in the way of what they were doing.

The soft question entered her tufted ears, and the starry warrior would tilt her head slightly to the right. There was no narrowed caution in her eyes: just innocent curiosity and warmth. "Of course, I'd be happy to help in any way." Minnowripple responded kindly, letting her tail settle over slim paws.

She always felt a certain maternal pull whenever someone younger confided in her: it happened with kits that weren't even her own, and apprentices who believed their mentors would chew them out for something they had done. She was there to help lower the sentences of their punishments, although she herself got in trouble a few times.

That very same pull was telling her to listen and be there for the small feline before her, and with a small nod to the opening, she would ask, "Would you want to walk and talk, or say it here? Either is fine, of course. Whatever you feel most comfortable with." A soft, faint purr was in her voice, trying to display her openness without potentially scaring them off by acting too friendly.