#silverpelt

Something about prophecies

"All who have lived shall lay to rest on the silver fields made up of their fur, their deep rumbling purrs coaxing one to eternal slumber."

Mra-ara | O Dreamer | The Scattered Mother

Silverpelt is commonly depicted as a slumbering snow leopard, that is, if one can even comprehend THEIR full form. Especially when they're scattered throughout the land.

THEY are larger than life, THEIR fur akin to silver fields, perfect for weary souls to lay upon and rest. They say the realm where THEY sleep is where all the souls go, the moon, one of THEIR eyes open, keeping watch of the clan's dearly departed.

The main body of this deity is what makes the land of Starclan, it is a beacon of safety and light that leads lost souls to where they must go after death.

No one can confirm for sure if Silverpelt is truly scattered or whole, there were stories of THEIR beheading, to leave THEIR head with the living to roar blessings and let the clans procure wisdom from THEIR tongue.

There were even rumors of THEIR claws being buried beneath the earth, ever so often causing the ground to shake, fighting against the horrid beasts the Seven had imprisoned long before the clans' founding, dragging them back down to their graves and stay there.

What the Healers can confirm is the sight of Silverpelt's tail sweeping across the night sky, sending visions of THEIR dreams to any feline who dared to see.

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