RHINESTONESTAR ❝ RHINE ❞ LEADER
"TALKING" || "TELEPATHY"
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tags + roleplayed by stilly + the palm glades
"TALKING" || "TELEPATHY"
Breathe in. Breathe out. His first new breath was harsh and erratic, a gasp taken in as he flailed to life, dark eyes flicking around to take in his newfound surroundings. It seemed as though Rhine was far from the familiar grounds of Palmclan, if the towering trees and unfamiliar scents on the air were anything to go by. Despite this, the leader found that he didn't feel scared. Instead of fear, or sickness, he felt a sense of being invigorated. Above everything else that was currently on his mind, the most important fact was that he wasn't dead. He was alive, and healthy, even. No longer did every step bring with it a burst of agony, or every breath bring with it a harsh surge of pain in his chest. He was free, free of the illness that had caused his death in the first place, indirectly or not. That was an amazing feeling, even if he wasn't sure of where he was going, or who he even was, at this point.
Eventually, in his wandering, he managed to come across a small pond, able to get a good look at himself. Needless to say, what he saw shocked him. He was no longer a ruddy colored feline with pale blue eyes. Instead, a serval was staring back at him. Not just any serval, but one with patterned blue fur, and eyes that looked like never-ending pits of darkness. That certainly explained why the world was bathed in garish shades of pink and red, considering there was definitely something wrong with his eyes. However, it didn't seem to be a life-threatening issue, and that alone was enough to settle his fur, at least for the moment. With a new sense of what he looked like, Rhinestone focused himself entirely on finding his way back home, his head tilted up and his jaws parted as he searched for any signs of Palmclan. He was met with very little, as expected, but it was enough. It was enough to guide him back through the trees, until eventually the land around him started to look familiar, as strange as it was to see it dipped in bloody shades, rather than bright and vivid greens. Overall, the long trip home certainly gave him time to think.
Once he reached camp, Rhinestone was unsurprised to see a variety of different looks thrown his way. Some were full of suspicion and hostility, and some seemed outright baffled by the presence of the seemingly unfamiliar serval, with pitch black eyes. He could tell that the crowd had been mourning, from their wet faces and weary looks. It caused his own heart to ache, although it also made him even more glad to be home. With a deep breath inwards, Rhine leaped atop the meeting rock, not missing the startled and scandalized hisses that were shot in his direction. However, he ignored them, turning to the crowd and calling out in a strong voice, no longer held back by sickness, "All those old enough to brave the waves, gather for a meeting!" Even though most of the crowd was glancing at each other in confusion and fear, they still gathered, staring up at him. He took in their faces for a moment, smiling even as the cold breeze whipped at his newly shorter fur.
Once a decently sized crowd had gathered, he began to speak again, "I'm sure that all of you are wondering who I am, and what right I have to stand up here, on this rock. Well... I know this will sound bizarre, but... I'm here because I am Rhinestonestar." Unsurprisingly, gasps spread throughout the air, along with wide-eyed looks of intrigue, or horror. He pressed on, sighing, "I died, out in the forest, at the jaws of a massive white wolf. I was unable to escape, due to the sickness that was rendering me immobile. However, I've come back. I'm not exactly sure how, if I'm honest. All I remember is the shifting of air, and suddenly I was... back. In this body." He tapped gently against his own blue chest, dark gaze focused downwards, before he continued, "Some of you may think that Starclan brought me back, as they're supposed to with leaders, but... that is not what happened. I believe that I came back as the result of a power, not as the result of Starclan's intervention." His voice hardened a bit at the end, and he took a step forward, black eyes blazing.
His voice was firm as he snarled, obviously unforgiving, "Starclan did not bring me back, because they no longer care about us. They have forsaken Palmclan, and left us to die. They did it with the hurricane, and they continued to do so with the snowstorm. Even when I initially became leader, and went to the Starshell... they refused to speak to me. They never gave me my lives, which makes it clear that this wasn't their work." It was hard not to notice the shocked gazes that stared up at him, clearly stunned by what he had to say. It was hard for him to get out, considering how much time he had spent trying desperately to get them to speak to him. However, it was also... freeing, in a way. He snapped, his dark gaze moving off in the direction of the Highwind Cliffs, and the Connection Cave, "I know this may come as a shock to some of you, but I don't believe that Palmclan could bend our will to Starclan's any longer. It is clear that they don't care about us, and if it wasn't for the powers that presented in me, then I would still be dead."" He sounded angry, but he hoped that the crowd could tell that it wasn't with them, and it was instead with their false gods. Ancestors that had supposedly cared about them, yet had also thrown his life away, and very nearly let Medusa's life be lost as well.
Short tail lashing behind him, the leader said confidently, "Ultimately, I will bend my knee to the whims of all of you, obviously. You are the warriors that make up this group, and without you, I am nothing. However, I will put this simply – I propose that we cease our worship of Starclan. Not only that, but I believe that a name change would be in order. Palmclan was a name given to us by our ancestors. Ancestors that clearly no longer watch over or care about us. So, I propose that we change our name, to The Palm Glades. It not only reflects our moving away from a group that betrayed us, but also retains our spirit, and stands for the lands that we watch over." As he watched many different faces in the crowd look at each other, deliberating and wondering, he lowered his voice slightly, "As I said... whether we go through with this change or not, is ultimately up to all of you. However, I feel as though as I should say, if it were up to Starclan? I wouldn't be standing here once again before you all." The serval then fell silent, black gaze focused on the crowd below to see what they would say in response.
Eventually, in his wandering, he managed to come across a small pond, able to get a good look at himself. Needless to say, what he saw shocked him. He was no longer a ruddy colored feline with pale blue eyes. Instead, a serval was staring back at him. Not just any serval, but one with patterned blue fur, and eyes that looked like never-ending pits of darkness. That certainly explained why the world was bathed in garish shades of pink and red, considering there was definitely something wrong with his eyes. However, it didn't seem to be a life-threatening issue, and that alone was enough to settle his fur, at least for the moment. With a new sense of what he looked like, Rhinestone focused himself entirely on finding his way back home, his head tilted up and his jaws parted as he searched for any signs of Palmclan. He was met with very little, as expected, but it was enough. It was enough to guide him back through the trees, until eventually the land around him started to look familiar, as strange as it was to see it dipped in bloody shades, rather than bright and vivid greens. Overall, the long trip home certainly gave him time to think.
Once he reached camp, Rhinestone was unsurprised to see a variety of different looks thrown his way. Some were full of suspicion and hostility, and some seemed outright baffled by the presence of the seemingly unfamiliar serval, with pitch black eyes. He could tell that the crowd had been mourning, from their wet faces and weary looks. It caused his own heart to ache, although it also made him even more glad to be home. With a deep breath inwards, Rhine leaped atop the meeting rock, not missing the startled and scandalized hisses that were shot in his direction. However, he ignored them, turning to the crowd and calling out in a strong voice, no longer held back by sickness, "All those old enough to brave the waves, gather for a meeting!" Even though most of the crowd was glancing at each other in confusion and fear, they still gathered, staring up at him. He took in their faces for a moment, smiling even as the cold breeze whipped at his newly shorter fur.
Once a decently sized crowd had gathered, he began to speak again, "I'm sure that all of you are wondering who I am, and what right I have to stand up here, on this rock. Well... I know this will sound bizarre, but... I'm here because I am Rhinestonestar." Unsurprisingly, gasps spread throughout the air, along with wide-eyed looks of intrigue, or horror. He pressed on, sighing, "I died, out in the forest, at the jaws of a massive white wolf. I was unable to escape, due to the sickness that was rendering me immobile. However, I've come back. I'm not exactly sure how, if I'm honest. All I remember is the shifting of air, and suddenly I was... back. In this body." He tapped gently against his own blue chest, dark gaze focused downwards, before he continued, "Some of you may think that Starclan brought me back, as they're supposed to with leaders, but... that is not what happened. I believe that I came back as the result of a power, not as the result of Starclan's intervention." His voice hardened a bit at the end, and he took a step forward, black eyes blazing.
His voice was firm as he snarled, obviously unforgiving, "Starclan did not bring me back, because they no longer care about us. They have forsaken Palmclan, and left us to die. They did it with the hurricane, and they continued to do so with the snowstorm. Even when I initially became leader, and went to the Starshell... they refused to speak to me. They never gave me my lives, which makes it clear that this wasn't their work." It was hard not to notice the shocked gazes that stared up at him, clearly stunned by what he had to say. It was hard for him to get out, considering how much time he had spent trying desperately to get them to speak to him. However, it was also... freeing, in a way. He snapped, his dark gaze moving off in the direction of the Highwind Cliffs, and the Connection Cave, "I know this may come as a shock to some of you, but I don't believe that Palmclan could bend our will to Starclan's any longer. It is clear that they don't care about us, and if it wasn't for the powers that presented in me, then I would still be dead."" He sounded angry, but he hoped that the crowd could tell that it wasn't with them, and it was instead with their false gods. Ancestors that had supposedly cared about them, yet had also thrown his life away, and very nearly let Medusa's life be lost as well.
Short tail lashing behind him, the leader said confidently, "Ultimately, I will bend my knee to the whims of all of you, obviously. You are the warriors that make up this group, and without you, I am nothing. However, I will put this simply – I propose that we cease our worship of Starclan. Not only that, but I believe that a name change would be in order. Palmclan was a name given to us by our ancestors. Ancestors that clearly no longer watch over or care about us. So, I propose that we change our name, to The Palm Glades. It not only reflects our moving away from a group that betrayed us, but also retains our spirit, and stands for the lands that we watch over." As he watched many different faces in the crowd look at each other, deliberating and wondering, he lowered his voice slightly, "As I said... whether we go through with this change or not, is ultimately up to all of you. However, I feel as though as I should say, if it were up to Starclan? I wouldn't be standing here once again before you all." The serval then fell silent, black gaze focused on the crowd below to see what they would say in response.
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( LEGATE ♡ THYLACINE ♡ ½ OF SUGARSTONE )
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( LEGATE ♡ THYLACINE ♡ ½ OF SUGARSTONE )
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