#Saltspeckle

[meankittieez]

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@beyondtheliving-rp This is how it happened right?

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A collection of expression memes I did for the bastards in @beyondtheliving-rp Click for names!

Unfortunately I cannot find the link to who made the original expression meme, but I did not create it myself. If anyone knows and can provide me with a link so I can credit them, please do!

[beyondtheliving-rp]

Bearflower. It was a lovely name. A soft one, like sunlight, and it fitted for a cat who picked ivy leaves to tell of her love for her mate. “Bearflower,” Seabreeze repeated softly. They watched the ivy leaves drift away, and their own tears joined Saltspeckle’s. “The currents w-will carry h-her home.” They sat down gently, with care, and glanced back over at Saltspeckle. “Saltspeckle?” they asked. “What d-do th-the primroses mean?”

seabreeze to saltspeckle; bearflower’s funeral

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It’s hard to be grumpy when you get surprise cuddles from your wife and beloved leader/father figure @beyondtheliving-rp (Based on this photo)

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These are my bastards in @beyondtheliving-rp with a bonus Scrappaw at the bottom cause I needed to fill the slot.

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Saltspeckle is a great leader.

Except when they’re not. ( @beyondtheliving-rp here’s that photoset you requested)

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Saltspeckle is coping.

Sort of.

[beyondtheliving-rp]

The shimmering shape in the middle steps forward and beckons the three to come closer. The moths swarm around the leaders-to-be and pushes them forward, closer to the tree.

Welcome, says the purple cat. Her eyes are the light of dawn and her pelt is summer nightsky; soft reds and purple twists beneath a layer of scattered stars which maps constellations over her back. Clayfern, coming from Dustclan. Firfall, coming from Needleclan. Saltspeckle, coming from Hollowclan. Tonight you are here to begin your trials and challenges to become leaders of your clans. 

The one resembling the sun steps forward as well, though she stays back a little from the first, creating an asymmetrical v-formation. Will you succeed? Are you worthy? Are you the ones right for this position; to lead your friends and loved ones through hardships the future will certainly provide? She pauses, and her burning eyes gaze over the three mortals. That is what you will find out here.

The pale third steps up as well, her downcast eyes creating spotlights by her paws. We don't have much time. We will talk more afterwards, shall you succeed. Her light blinds when her eyes graze across the area, searching and perhaps finding. Things will be different this time. 

The second one takes over, her yellow light shining brightly and pulsing with energy. Let's just say... We don't have the resources to give you each nine trials. We've discussed our options, and we've agreed on a solution. 

The first one says, You will each have nine trials. However, six of these trials is watching. Observing. Her chest heaves, and the outline of her mouth pulls into a smile. My name is Fallen Star. My sisters are Flaring Sun and Crescent Moon. The yellow one nods her head first, the pale-blue one second. I am the founder of the Afterlife you know as Starclan. We will guide you through this process. Are you ready?

— the leader ceremony; beginning