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Moon 11

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Do you miss your mentor birdspeckle?

Birdspeckle: of course I miss her...

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Moon 10

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Darkrai do you ever think what would happen if you didn't die?

Dakarai: I think about it sometimes, especially after recent events...

[fluffclan]

That death was hinted all along oh no!

Driftpaw: Clan cats don't realise it, but StarClan isn't all powerful, and its really difficult to contact the living. Plus I think water just messes me up, so my messages end up being a little cryptic

Birdspeckle: things would be much easier if the clans just had tumblr

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Moon 11 Bonus?

Driftpaw: uhh welcome to tumblr?

Birdspeckle: WHA [You can now send asks to Birdspeckle]

[fluffclan]

BIRDSPEKLE IM UR BIGGEST STAN CAN YOU COME BACK TO LIFE YOU WERE TOO ICONIC

Birdspeckle: Wait! Can I? *looks at Driftpaw pleadingly* Driftpaw: yeah... unfortunately no? Birdspeckle: dang Birdspeckle: ...ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

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Are there other starclan cats of another clan?

Dakarai: Yeah... It's a real mystery...

Dakarai: For the record, I haven't seen any other cats in these skies. It seems like Driftpaw has had this corner of StarClan to herself... Which is strange now that I think about it.

Dakarai: However, I have spotted a ghost of a cat, whilst wondering through the living world. It's almost like they're haunting someone in the clan.

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Hey question for my favourite girlepop birdspekle. whats been your fav thing to do now that ur starclan??

Birdspeckle: StarClan's an interesting place! It's less like exploring a world and more like a dream, and you can end up in really strange territory in a flick of a tail!

[fluffclan]

Birdspeckle: I am truly honoured by your fancy words Driftpaw: ...I hope FluffClan is doing okay

Moon 11

[boopydoopydoop]

A clan cat lies, curled up small, In a den within the moor. Her pelt has ceased to rise or fall, Her paws shall hunt no more.

A friend prepares the fallen cat, As their vision starts to blur. They block the thoughts, think just of matt, And of fussing with the fur.

All gather for the vigal, Her friends, her love, her clan. Now face a life without her, Not knowing how they can.

Tho she'll make no more mews or purs, In memories, she'll remain. In misty eyes, and shaky words, In tears of love-born pain.

Cool air forewarns of coming dawn. But before the sky grows light, The clan cats mourn a friend who's gone, To walk with stars tonight.

Moon 11