Qeya River Shadowblight

Shadowpaw, for all her acerbity, listened quietly and patiently.

The preacher earned an rare ounce of her respect for his devotion. Though it was nearly impossible for Shadowpaw's dogmatic beliefs to be swayed, she could appreciate his spirituality. It was something her packmates of yore seldom shared – notably Wren, who never once wanted to dream with Starclan.

Another tuppence was placed into his proverbial palm when he asked Shadowpaw of her denomination. Her expression brightened the smallest smidge, happy to speak of her beliefs. In this way, the two were cut from the same cloth. It was possibly the closest thing to camaraderie the girl had experienced in a long while.

“Starclan watches us,” Shadowpaw began as one ebony paw pointed to the sky. “It is the plane were our ancestors reside, and the place we all strive to reach when we die. Only those who are well remembered in life can run with Starclan… those who have brought shame cannot join the ancestors.”

She continued. “We commune with Starclan through our dreams… they send us wisdom… prophecies… sometimes beautiful, sometimes terrible. Connection with Starclan is everything. From their birth, every Clan child receives their name from the ancestors… and it changes as they age and learn the ways.”

“Fate,” she continued, “is known by Starclan, though their omens are not often clear.” Her pointed comment strung a common thread between them.

Perhaps Starclan comes to you as ‘True Fates’ because you have not learned to dream, Shadowpaw thought with narrowing eyes.

I think I have to amend Starclan beliefs & lingo to be more of a departure from Warriors so it may fit within WRPG guidelines, but simply don’t have the imagination right now, haha