private a will to survive and a voice of reason ࿐࿔ council


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  • It had been a serious proposition... to set about decorating the fragmented clan in the paints of impending war. Would the benefits be worth the risks? Could such a feat be accomplished, coordinated and fruitful for both invading parties? The logistics rushed around in her head with every stray moment it had to consider them... And had come to a standstill at some point in the dead of night.

    Waking the next morning, she had waited patiently for Salmonshade to make her departure from the fronds of green leafed shrouds... and then set about the task of summoning up those who were most fit to hear this proposal, those who ought to be trusted to have voices on the matter. "Meet with me," in one set of ears, "We have something... to discuss," to another... picking her way through the bustle of a camp focused on getting itself in a state of repair. Many of them had apprentices to shoo off, find tasks for... but the wait wasn't long and she swore she'd caught a gleam of intrigue in a sharp pair of crystalline eyes to have been summoned.

    With every addition to her den, she'd bowed her greetings, waiting with a headcount on repeat until they'd all successfully appeared. Snakeblink, who'd been on this council longer than even she had. Iciclefang, whose freezing temperament left no room for nonsense. Ferngill, a cat whose moral code did not flinch from hardship. Foxtail, one that had recently learned to find his voice after extending too many patient paws for his own good. Beefang, with a love for justice unwavering and clear. Hazecloud, gifted with a tongue as silver as her pelt and a loyalty she never had to question. Moonbeam, the talk-piece of the heavens and adjudicator of their will.

    "I won't... talk your ears... off," she starts, lifting her head with an air of confidence that had been practiced even as an act when sincerity for it couldn't find her. "Mirestar knows... about Splashdance." She realizes, in this moment, that there are those amongst this group that were not privy to the truth of it... and would require some explaining now. She'd warned Beefang once that an open mind was necessary for those that served beside her... Hopefully she'd remember that.

    "And has no... interest in war... with us.... and does not... wish her back..." Because even they understood it would be more alike a hostage exchange than a family reunion. "However..." Her whiskers twitch, stirring up her courage to press forward on this proposition, one she'd decided would be of great benefit to RiverClan.

    "They've proposed... an ambush... on ThunderClan.... a united assault... to claim territory... before leaf-bare." Her claws sink into the ground, as if suddenly starving as she adds, "We can get.... Sunningrocks... back."
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Her leader calls for her even before the sun begins to burn the horizon. Iciclefang rises easily from her nest, and when she finds Pinepaw, eager and ready to meet with her, she whispers, "Lichenstar has summoned me. We shall go out after." She moves with purpose toward the lynx-pointed leader's den, greeting them with a smooth, deft bow of her skull. Blue eyes gleam; her body is rigid with interest. It has been sometime since Lichenstar had drawn her council together all at once.

Something is afoot.

The others gather — Hazecloud, Moonbeam, and the other lead warriors, all in various states of unrest. Lichenstar spares little time before telling them her news. "Mirestar knows about Splashdance." Iciclefang's brow quirks with annoyance. "It was only a matter of time. I'm surprised it took them this long to notice." She and Lichenstar had butted heads on that matter for many moons, and even now — even as begrudingly, she had come to accept the white-speckled warrior as a Clanmate — the suspicions and bad feelings eat at her.

Still, she does not interrupt again. As Lichenstar continues to speak, Iciclefang's brow smooths, her expression transitioning to one of curiosity. "They've proposed an ambush on ThunderClan. A united assault to claim territory before leafbare." She can see the hunger in her leader's blue eyes — and even as the warrior's claws sink into the soft floor of her den, she rasps, "We can get Sunningrocks back."

The tortoiseshell cannot help the gleam of anticipation that enters gimlet eyes. Her ears flick forward, her shoulders tense. "This is about the warrior they found by the Thunderpath, isn't it? They're using it as an excuse to invade ThunderClan." There is no judgment in her tone; her smile snaps, taut as her namesake, into place. "I could do without their involvement, in truth, but I see no downside. They get their little piece of land and we get what's rightfully ours back." Her tail tip flicks with impatience, as though she wishes to march onto the battlefield at once.

"When?" Her approval is easily gifted, this time. Lichenstar has Iciclefang's full support.

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  • Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack
    — 28 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
    — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
    — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
    — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
    — penned by Marquette.

    sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.


 
MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Snakeblink’s distaste for battle is well known among the clan. He dislikes the waste of RiverClan blood that comes with violent conflict: even the best fighter can be brought down by misfortune, which abounds in the chaos of a fight. Being far from the best of fighters himself, Snakeblink has always been one to prefer covert action -- cowardice, some may call it. Stars know Iciclefang might.

But he is not without grudges, and he still bears the scars of the loss of Sunningrock. It would be lying to say he does not find the idea of reclaiming their territory attractive.

”ShadowClan’s aggressivity will ensure that ThunderClan does not seek retribution for our reclaiming Sunningrock,” he argues in response to Iciclefang’s blithe remark. ”With the swamp encroaching on their territory and Leafbare chasing the prey from their territory, they are unlikely to turn their teeth on us. I, for one, would appreciate a quiet Leafbare for a change.”

He kneads the ground beneath his paws, considering. In the end, there’s only one thing he can say: ”You would not bring it up if you did not consider it wise. What is your plan?”

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    Snakeblink • he / him. 57 ☾, riverclan warrior
    — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
    — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo


 

Despite his generally sunny disposition, Ferngill was not one to oppose battle when it was necessary. The loss of Sunningrocks still stung, a generation later- he was only a young apprentice when they had slipped from their grasp, and he and Stormywing had batted at each others faces while Howlingstar had died for her claim. A verdant eye watched Lichenstar carefully, patience sealing his straight maw; in honesty, he was surprised it'd taken this long for Splashdance's presence in their ranks to be noticed by ShadowClan.

Mirestar didn't want her back though, apparently. He supposed it was pointless, now... she'd been trained as a Riverclanner. She wouldn't have the skills to thrive in a different atmosphere, would she, really? Maybe that was why... though he remembered freshly the grief and pain that struck whenever someone wandered astray. Perhaps her Clanmates wouldn't be pleased to find out she'd left willingly, either.

The ShadowClan leader's proposal brought a flicker of surprise into his eye- he watched Iciclefang speak, her points as frost-sharp and direct as ever. Ferngill fidgeted a little on the spot, feeling quite out of his depths again. Gosh, he wasn't good at strategising, at planning ... he'd always just been good at doing. Giving it a go. "I s'pose... y'know. I don't really want to owe them anything, so as long as it doesn't end up like that..." Ferngill clicked his tongue. "I do want Sunningrocks back, I know that. If that's a way to guarantee we'll manage it, then... yeah."
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She moves towards the leader's den when she is called, white fur sitting near the black and white of her mate as she joins them for her first council meeting. It is not something that happens very often, but she knows that when they do happen they are important, and Moonbeam had not left one yet feeling as though it was pointless - and it seemed as though this one would not make her feel that way either. She would glance to Beefang as Splashdance is mentioned within the same sentence as Mirestar before eyes would look back to the leader once more and she'd nod her head slightly. It was good that although the young warrior was born to ShadowClan she was seen as a RiverClanner by her original kind as well, whether all of ShadowClan knew where their clanmate was or not was still to be found out but she could only hope that they would feel the same as Mirestar in this moment.

It is not the end of it however, and the mention of sunningrocks makes the medicine cat's heart skip, lips tugging down in thought. It was something she had learned about since birth, something she had vowed to take back alongside her clanmates when the time was right before she had been chosen instead for the path of healing, but though she had walked the shores of sunningrocks to visit with Gentlestorm when they trained she had still felt that longing feeling. They were RiverClans. It was territory ThunderClan had stolen due to their greed and not their need for prey, and they needed it back, and somehow deep down Moonbeam felt that she would be betraying Gentlestorm for this, after all his teachings to turn and hurt his clan alongside another.

""I'll need to make sure our herb supply is stocked... the flood swept away quite a bit." More like almost all of it, but she did not want there to be more concern than was needed or for the hopes of those around her to be cut short by her need for herbs. "But I don't see a downside. More territory for leafbare... if StarClan disapproves I will come to you immediately." But why would they, when they didn't disapprove of the thievery that had happened in the first place, when it was RiverClan simply righting the wrong that had been done to them.

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    SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
    15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
    homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
    currently mentoring none
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
 
Foxtail wishes he could be more brave.... more battle-ready like some other clanmates. The young lead warrior never really got that excitement cats might feel, when they enter the battlefield. Sometimes he wonders if his distaste for battle goes back to his mentor— Ashpelt's training stung, and quite literally. The bitter tom lacked patience, and pushed him far past his limits... and one might expect an apprentice to turn into a battle hungry warrior with a mentor like that. Instead, RiverClan gained a warrior who fears the battlefield.

The tom sits alongside his fellow lead warriors, and his ears twitch as their leader speaks. Surprisingly to him, it isn't that surprising to hear about Splashdance. The tom was never informed about her parentage; but she was from ShadowClan from the start. ShadowClan's scent practically clung to her fur the evening she arrived back with the gathering patrol; and not all cats were exactly happy about her joining the apprentice's den. He gives a silent nod— ShadowClan has made a good choice... not fighting to reclaim Splashdance. That warrior has truly shown how RiverClan she can be— she might have ShadowClan kin in her blood, but she is where she belongs.

For a moment, the lead warrior thinks they have avoided the possibilities of a battle. Foxtail lets out a quiet sigh of relief, but realizes it was too soon.... and looks back over towards Lichenstar. He blinks with surprise at the proposition made by Mirestar... ThunderClan was quite bold to place the blame of their dead clanmate onto ShadowClan. But he wonders if it was enough to escalate to a battle— where surely, more lives will be lost... just like the ThunderClanner found at the Thunderpath. He wants to open his maw to oppose; to ask why they are getting involved with their issues— but his thoughts trail away as Lichenstar speaks one more time.

"We can get the Sunningrocks back."

His paws fidget nervously, and the tom is quick to wrap his tail around them. StarClan, when was the last time we owned the Sunningrocks? The lead warrior silently thinks, Was I an apprentice? Whatever it was; it was far too long ago. He feels conflict brewing in his chest— leaf-bare is practically around the corner, and who knows how harsh it'll be this year. But for them to take it back.... they'll have to rip it out of ThunderClan's claws. Cats are going to get hurt, and might die for this cause... But if we don't do it, they could every much die of starvation during leaf-bare. He feels at war with himself, and the tom lets out a shaky sigh. "...I fear c-clanmates getting hurt over this," Foxtail's mew sounds conflicted, "But I don't want us to s-starve in the next harsh m-moons."

The wants and needs for this clan are far more important than his fears, he realizes with a shaky sigh. His olive green eyes reach Lichenstar's, and Foxtail speaks up one more time. "...T-That being said, y-you have my support... as w-well..." He gives her a nervous nod, wordlessly glancing at his clanmates as they voice their own support.


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    credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  • Foxtail
    lead warrior
    25 moons
    warmhearted
    timid
    experience: trained
    backstory: [HYPERLINK]
    biography: [HYPERLINK]
    credit to trops for the chibi <3
    cisgender male [he / him]
    eyes: green
    pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
    fur length: long
    parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)


 
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