➰ 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕡 ➰
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
Despite already having an apprentice, Moosestomp had volunteered to train Navy as well. She was a young adult, but she knew nothing of their ways, fresh minded and able to bring new things to the clan. But she was stubborn as hell, thinking that she knew everything there was to know about survival. Chin tilting to gaze at the slender blue marbled beauty, he noted that although she looked confident, she was following his stride. “I know it’s cold out, but bare with me.” Moosestomp smiled apologetically, his dark golden eyes flashing in the dimming light. “This lesson is best taught at night.” He explained, eyes lifting to gaze through the gaps in the naked canopy. The sun was setting, oranges and pinks settling in the west while the rest of the sky was turning a dark navy, small specks of bright white shining through. Snow still covered the ground, his toes cold but it was getting easier and easier to block out the chill. “What exactly do you know about StarClan?” He questioned, keeping his muzzle pointed ahead.
Anyone could live this life, it was nomadic and primal, with the safety in numbers. But that wasn’t why they lived this life, it was because of their ancestors. Their laws. It was a structure that not everyone followed, but rules were always made to be broken. Smiling at her remark, his eyes flickered towards her as he gave a single broad shouldered shrug. “Well. Yes and no.” He hummed, using his muzzle to gesture towards a small hill where the trees seemed to clear out of the way near the WindClan border. “StarClan is made up of our ancestors, Clan life and non-clan life. Other cultures have their own name for it and spot in the sky, but for us it’s StarClan.” He smiled, settling his haunches on the ground, his fluffy bobtail brushing the ground. “Our ancestors are the reason why we are so different from other groups. Why we work so well together because of the laws that were put in place. But we will get to those soon.” Moosestomp promised, tonight his focus was on StarClan.
“Whether you believe in them or not, they are essential to our way of life. So it’s at least resourceful to learn it.” Eyes flashing as he noticed the way she was gazing at him, chin tilting slightly. “Before the clans were even established, we were all divided into groups. Sort of like.. gangs in the city.” He nodded. “Mercilessly killing one another upon sight, stealing food from one another and killing the children of our rivals without a second thought.” Moosestomp frowned, “Our ancestors feared for their kits development and lives from the moment they took their first breath. Couldn’t even trust one another in the same gang.” He sighed, his eyes lifting towards the sky to see the dark navy was shifting to black, the stars becoming much more prominent. “One night, when the moon was full, these groups agreed to meet at a clearing near the edge of this forest. There was a battle, all the gangs were fighting over the right to hunt the forest. Many, many souls were lost. Many cats were broken, leaving their physical bodies and entering the mystical plane. When the remaining souls realized what had happened, they found themselves surrounded by the spirits of their slain kin. No longer bloodied and broken, but glowing like fallen stars. The survivors were terrified, never before had they seen the spirits of their kin.”
Tilting his head, he drew roughly five circles in the snow, although it wasn’t completely accurate of the territories the point would come across. “The spirits provided visions of the future, which only solidified the upcoming death and ruin of their kits, they knew the fighting had to end. ‘Unite or die.’ The spirits said, giving their final warning. Five cats- Shadow.” He paused, using a toe bean to draw the symbol for ShadowClan in a circle. “River, Wind, Thunder, and Sky.” He proceeded to draw the symbols for each clan. “Stepped forward, claiming that they could individually unite the forest with their strengths. Our slain spirits spoke, ‘The forest is big enough to feed all your families and many more. You must each find cats that share your strengths and beliefs, choose a home in the forest, and set down your borders.’ At that exact moment, the full moon broke free from the clouds, revealing a circle of starlit cats surrounding the survivors and the edge of a clearing.” He explained, drawing a larger circle in the snow that completely encased the five smaller circles.
“One StarClan cat stepped forward, ‘If you do this- we will reward you with eight more lives. So that you may lead your clan for many moons to come.’” He hummed softly, his chin lifting towards the stars above them. “StarClan promised to watch over the clans from the stars, their starry pelts getting swept up in the wind and thrown across the black sky. Creating what we call Silverpelt. The souls of our ancestors.” He used his muzzle to point in the direction of the cluster of stars that streaked across the sky. “The new leaders were promised to be guided in their dreams by StarClan. While also proclaiming that the five clans would meet at that very clearing where they had been slain, to hold peaceful gatherings at every full moon.” Moosestomp lowered his head towards Navy and found himself smiling before shrugging.
“May sound like a kitten story, but the legend goes that StarClan helped fabricate the Warrior code that it is today. I’ll be honest, I don’t expect you to believe in them right away or at all. But they are stitched deeply into the daily life’s of Clan folk.” Moosestomp tilted his big head, ears twitching slightly. “I know it’s a lot, but I’ll answer any questions or doubts that you may have.” He confirmed with a small nod of his head.
This rp is complete!