How is everyone doing❓Are the herb stores and fresh kill pile enough for everyone❓I have a cat that would love to help :] their name is SkyRiver, they're a pale gray/brown mottled short-haired she-cat with pale blue eyes :>
They’re alive!!!
Also sorry if your oc is inaccurate i don’t visualize text well
Part 2 here
(^ explains the hiatus + just wasn’t sure if it was right to put it in the ask)
The dark blue tom asked his companion as they padded through the cave’s halls. The light from the entrance grew dimmer, and the sounds from his cats got fainter.
“Windcurl,” The beige cat meowed in a gruff voice. “You need not worry. Everyone’s rested and strong enough to look after themselves. StarClan is watching over us.”
He flicked his tail at Windcurl’s muzzle.
“Listen.”
Windcurl closed his eyes and pricked his ears. The sound of rushing water was up ahead, yet he felt no aversion towards it. Underneath, he could feel a mystical, almost calming rhythm.
“Press onward.”
He opened his eyes and nodded at Streakswan, who continued to follow his lead.
They eventually stopped to witness the source of the rushing water: multiple waterfalls, with rocky walls that housed glowing crystals. Some of these grew as large as tree trunks, while the smaller ones made the calming, chime noises. They echoed through the cavern’s space— bigger than any twoleg den they’ve seen.
They climbed up the incline at the side, until they reached a shallow pool. Windcurl took a glance at Streakswan. As expected, his friend’s fur had completely puffed up. He was fine walking around water, not wading into it.
The dark blue tabby dipped a paw in.
“It’s as shallow as it looks. By the grace of StarClan, not too cold either.”
After a few heartbeats, Streakswan sighed. Windstar slowed his pace to walk alongside the tom.
“It’ll be easier to visit during Leafbare at least.”
In the middle was a neat cluster of crystals. Here, one could see a view of the starlit sky and listen to the very sounds that permeate the night. The crickets’ song complemented the chimes and roars in the cave.
Touching their noses to the shining crystal, both cats found themselves in a misty yet twinkling landscape.
“Hey,” A familiar white cat with black splotches greeted them. “Good to see you.”
“Morningray!" Windcurl purred.
“You made it to StarClan.” Streakswan meowed.
“I’ve been traveling with the others ever since,” Morningray nodded to the starry-pelted cats. A noble leader, a proud mother, and so many others… While Windcurl may not have been close to each one, he recognized them all. Their departed had followed them from their old home.
“Now,” Morningray stepped forward, and Windcurl closed his eyes. “Take this gift.”
Windcurl opens his eyes, feeling a new sense of vigor flow through him.
“From now on, you will be known as Windstar, the guardian and leader of your clan,” Morningray proclaimed. “We know you will use your power well.”
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Now back at camp, Windstar noticed the rising sun, and his faithful right paw– Nightsplash– had been putting everything in order.
“Good morning,” She meowed. “Did you speak with StarClan?”
“Morningray sends his regards.” Windstar nodded, seeing her longing yet hopeful face. “Thank you for looking after the others. I have some good news to share with them.”
“Oh?” Nightsplash watched with excitement as Windstar climbed onto the largest crystal, resembling their old home’s Highrock.
“Friends!” Windstar yowled, catching everyone’s attention. “I have some great news.”
“As you all know, we made this journey to start our lives anew. No matter where any of us came from, I promised to find us a home.”
“Last night, StarClan granted us their blessing. I have received my nine lives, and am now named Windstar.”
“Nightsplash will be my deputy, for all the hard work she shouldered throughout the journey. Streakswan, with his prior experience and wisdom, shall be our healer.”
“We shall be known as ChimeClan, in honor of the signs our departed friends have guided us with.”
His cats yowled with joy and pride. This was all their new home, their new start.
