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[Fireflake]

Pebbleshade of MistClan

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Pebbleshade stared out past the waterfall, his eyes glazed over and filled with moonlight. He wasn't tired. He was too deep in thought to be tired. His day had been spent training his apprentice and hunting for the clan, not to mention checking all the borders for outsiders, but this was time to relax. Well, really this was time for sleep. Pebbleshade didn't know where all the time had gone as he lay there. The daylight had seemed to slip away as fast as the water that tumbled down in front of MistClan's home.

A battle had gone on quietly inside of him for his first few moons in this place, claws of worry striking his heart. Did he belong here? Did his clanmates think he belonged here? Why hadn't he learned everything yet? His eyes wandering up to the night sky, Pebbleshade still didn't know the answer to his questions. The only difference now was that he didn't care so much. He liked to think things through logically, but in the moment he felt at home.

The tom blinked a few times as he snapped out of this dazed state and let a purr rumble in his throat. Not loud enough to wake up any of his clanmates, hopefully. He stood up and stretched out his legs, shaking out a few loose knots in his long grey fur. Out of his deep thought... he still wasn't tired. The grey warrior shrugged to himself and glanced around. Maybe now was a good time to meet some more cats?

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[rotwhyler]

OOC :: Fireflake
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The night, as per usual, was peaceful, with only the sound of the rushing water to fill the air. Swiftshadow had not even attempted sleep yet, her mind too cluttered to welcome slumber. On nights like these, she liked to think about her long lost brother and if he was looking at the same stars as her. The golden dots in the sky glittered through the waterfall, moving in accordance with the water.

Finally, she stretched her legs and moved from the Warrior's Den. Near the waterfall, she saw the shape of a fellow clan member and instinctively drifted their way until she could make out their features in the dark. It was Pebbleshade, a fairly new member of Mistclan. The two of them hadn't had many chances to talk or get to know one another, so this seemed as good of a time as any.

"The sky looks particularly beautiful through the waterfall tonight, don't you think?" Swiftshadow said as she silently took up a spot beside Pebbleshade, turning her head to watch him carefully. "The stars look like they're talking to each other." Her gaze returned to the setting, and she was right - the stars gave off the appearance of dancing. A more spiritual cat would think this was Starclan communicating, but she simply enjoyed thinking of them as magical orbs, guiding wayward souls home and bringing sad ones comfort.

[Fireflake]

Pebbleshade of MistClan

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Pebbleshade's ears pricked as Swiftshadow spoke. He jumped slightly, then agreed, "It does look nice. We're lucky to have such a good view."
His ears stayed perked and he sat back down, his spot warm by now. He stared ahead for a few more moments before responding to her comment. The silent stars glinting and seeming to dance behind the rushing water... It really was something to admire.

"That's our warrior ancestors bickering to each other," he joked quietly. "Or your warrior ancestors, I suppose."
The grey tom frowned for just a heartbeat before recovering. "Maybe they're chattering about the future, or telling us to go to sleep."
He turned to the she-cat, suddenly wondering why she was awake. He didn't ask that. Instead, it was, "What do you think?"

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[rotwhyler]

OOC :: Fireflake it was perfect!
Table credit:: [here]

Oops; Swiftshadow hadn’t meant to startle him. She felt a little guilty, but ultimately knew it wasn’t a big deal. He spoke of Starclan, and she continued gazing at the sight while processing what he said.

”You know, the reason you're here is because you’re a warrior the same as we are. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t” Her head turned to look at him, her eyes a bit dull from lack of sleep, but still wide with wonder. ”Ancestors...the funny thing about them, is I think the only way they’re guiding us is with the stories they left behind. I think the stars are stars, and I’d like to give them credit for the things they do for us.” It was sometimes nerve-wracking to speak of her beliefs, but she knew there were quite a bit of others like her, even in her own clan! But Pebbleshade felt like a cat she could have these types of conversations with.

It was an interesting moment, the two of them speaking of spirituality, with the debate subject glistening above them. She sometimes wondered if there really were ancestors up there and if they’d welcome her just like they would a believer. It made her anxious to think about the possibility of not being accepted, which in turn makes her question her own views. If she truly didn’t believe, why would she be nervous about it in the first place? She puts a good portion of time into these thoughts.

”So why are you awake?” Swiftshadow decided to change the subject for now, truly curious about his being up at this hour.

[Fireflake]

Pebbleshade of MistClan

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A grateful look reached Pebbleshade's eyes when Swiftshadow mentioned that he wasn't an outsider. His feelings of nervousness and discontent had been fading fast recently, finally. The look didn't take long to disappear. What's she saying? His first instinct was to attack her foreign beliefs about StarClan. What does she mean? Why would she think that? He soon realized that his concerns were better as questions than challenges and relaxed a bit.

Pebbleshade looked back at the stars. He'd always thought they watched back. He liked to think so. The tom nearly returned to his contemplative state before Swiftshadow's voice pulled him back. His ears pricked. "Oh. That's a good question," he replied in a mildly amused tone. After a moment, he added, "I'm just not tired. Not even sleepy, I don't think. And you?"

He paused, waiting for a yawn to push through. One usually would as soon as it was inconvenient. Apparently this time wasn't inconvenient enough to count. Pebbleshade's whiskers twitched and his eyes slid back to his clanmate. "What do the stars do for us if they don't represent spirits?" he asked softly. The grey tom didn't make a habit of hunting down the least provocative point, but he decided it was the best start on that touchy subject.

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