IN LITTLE WAYS ☆ o, starshell + wp

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

Truth be told, Rhinestone didn't actually care much whether the members of Palmclan believed in Starclan or not. He did appreciate the Starshell for its beauty, but when it can to Starclan themselves? Rhine had his doubts, especially since he had lost – or seemingly never had – any connection with them. That said, he knew that there were some within the clan that would've seen such a viewpoint as sacrilege, and would've been calling for his head on a platter. Seeing as how he didn't want any part of the clan aiming for him to be dead, he found it better to keep that viewpoint to himself. Although, as more and more outsiders came to join Palmclan, it became more clear than ever that there were less believers within the group than before. Those who worshipped Starclan were rapidly becoming the minority... still, Rhine didn't want to directly speak out against them. Not when they weren't helping Palmclan, and had done so much for the group in the past – although the leader struggled to recall what they had done, only able to remember feeling betrayed by them when the hurricane had hit.

Turning his pale blue gaze towards Medusa, Rhinestone was unaware of what thoughts were going through her head, but if he had, he certainly would've been sympathetic. He couldn't just expect the hybrid to worship Starclan when she had arrived so recently, and had seen no real signs of them. Still, to hear her comment on the beauty of the Starshell caused him to smile, his tail flicking behind him before he responded, "I first came here once as an apprentice... I wasn't actually supposed to be here, but I was just so tempted by the stories of it. Of course, when I finally did get here, I nearly ended up breaking something because I was so stunned by how pretty it was. I ended up slipping because of the brightness and nearly cracking my chin open. Wasn't exactly the greatest first impression I could've made." The leader then chuckled, shaking his head from side to side at the memory. As a child, the tom had been so unbearably quiet and polite, so when he had returned back to camp with an aching chin and a frown on his muzzle, it had been easy enough to say he had fallen while hunting.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan