AFTER ME ♡ EMERGENCY MEETING

[MIRESTAR]

Mirestar had not intended on staying without a second half for long. For each bit of confidence they have slowly but surely gained over the last two moons, something had been there to counter it, to snuff out the flame before it could really reach any heights. One thing is for certain: ShadowClan will not operate the way it should if it is only on Mirestar's shoulders to lead them. Perhaps the way they struggle to put pressure on one side is sign enough... under all the pressure, they will surely crumble. A deputy is paramount.

"I have come to a decision," they announce, rather unceremoniously. Mirestar does not ascend the Clanrock, nor do they make this into a proper Clan meeting. It is not out of a lack of respect; rather, motivation has quickly left them the past few days. They know Scalejaw would turn her nose up in disappointment at such a clear display of weakness — but how can they put on a brave front when their heart is grieving?

It is only their eyes that sweep over the slowly gathering cats. Mirestar feels for every one of them; instead of protecting them from all harm, Mirestar has actively put their lives in danger. Illusions of grandeur would not be enough to shape them into a worthy leader. A secondary opinion is desperately needed, even above the council's.

If it wasn't for the timing of their kittens, Mirestar is certain they would have picked Lilacfur for the job. The two of them have been plastered to one another's side for moos now; there are few cats they trust just as much as her, and even less who are fit for the rank.

Mirestar does not allow themself to second guess this, not now.

"ShadowClan needs a deputy." Will their Clanmates' eyes glaze over with ambition? Do they hope for their demise sooner rather than later, so that someone better could take their place? Mirestar doesn't think the idea is foolish. "I say these words before StarClan... so that they may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of ShadowClan will be Mapletuft — should you agree to lead this Clan beside me. With your guidance, I am certain I can make better decisions for ShadowClan's future."

CONGRATS @MAPLETUFT
Set after the Gathering.

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[MAPLETUFT]

Mirestar calls a meeting- well, not really, calls out to the clan that they've made a decision. To what, no one could guess, not her, at least. Curiously she draws over, head tilted as she lingers near the outskirts of the gathering cats. They announce Shadowclan needs a deputy, and Maple begins to make guesses. Perhaps Scalejaw would be a good choice, level-headed, a cool demeanor would be good... Or maybe Lilacfur? But she has retired to the nursery as of now, hasn't she...? Ferndance, a little unconventional, would perhaps be a decent choice as well; she's been in the clan as long as Mapletuft, and had sat on the council once, as well...

The new deputy of ShadowClan will be Mapletuft — should you agree to lead this Clan beside me. Her mouth parts in shock once she hears her own name called. For a second she is convinced they're joking, and her lips turn to a good-natured smile, but the near-grim expression on their face says otherwise. She cannot drop the smile now, not with eyes that turn to her, bore in to her pelt. It makes her skin crawl, really, to be looked at this much. She does not have much guidance to offer, is the issue... She has motherly love, has smothered them with it before... But guidance in council affairs, somewhere shes never sat before? In political affairs and potential warfare?

Say something. Anything!

"Of course, Mirestar... I do." she finally accepts after a few heartbeats. "It would be... An honor, to be able to help." she takes a deep breath to compose herself. "I won't let you down." she lies straight through her for the second time in just a few fleeting days. She lies to herself, too, tries to convince the doubts to ebb away, gently bats the thoughts of not being good enough away. Is she supposed to put on a show, were deputy promotions supposed to be grandiose? Smogstars promotion, Chilledstars promotion, Pitchstar... Why does this feel so rushed, so...

Undeserving? The first true deputy-borne insecurity pierces her heart: this didn't feel like something important at all. She's not special... I'm being ungrateful, she clenches her teeth tighter in the smile she gives, not everyone gets to be a deputy. She cannot help the inkling of fear that plants itself in her brain. But she has to help them... Even if there were ones better suited for the position, Mirestar something in her, whether its their long history of shared familial love, whether its the support she can give, they chose her. They trust her. She cannot let them down. She will not let them down.

She pretends she isn't scared of the implications this brings, of the misfortune of Shadowclans leaders, of the fact that one day she'll be forced to die nine times over. She swallows hard and forces her smile to remain. She tilts her head up. She tries her absolute best to look strong for the clan, betrayed by the one thing that those who knew her best would pick up on: the subtle flick of her tail tip back and forth, a nervous habit borne from Midnightcalls death. I'll be okay. They'll be okay. Shadowclan'll be okay. This is not the end of the world... I have time to help...

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 54 months
  ❥ shadowclan deputy ʚ♡ɞ mentoring lavenderpaw
  ❥ long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[scalejaw]

★ She had yet to lay words against Mirestar's flank. Too many things had happened- they needed time to recover, and Scalejaw was going to be... gracious yet. The battle, then the gathering- a breath left her, curling white as Mirestar settles in front of their den. Like this important of a meeting was informal. I've made a decision. Scalejaw slowly steps from the shadows, moving to sit in the gathering of cat before Mirestar.

Her thoughts mirror that of Mapletuft's, to a point. She would not choose Ferndance, and she was humble enough to not think outright she would be awarded a title so coveted. Lilacfur would have been the logical decision- she wonders if it would be much like Orangestar, in regard to Lilacfur and Mirestar's young- but she knows of Mirestar's selfish decision to keep those they're close to.. well, close to them. Eyes narrow briefly as her thoughts continue to jumble, and, well? That wouldn't have been her choice.

Vision shifts towards Mapletuft, and she watches. Ever-critical of the movements that are made around her, Scalejaw watches the reaction ripple across the crowd, but mostly, she was honed in on the deputy. The grin, marred by the grimace, the heavy shadow in her eyes. An ear twitched, feathered head tilting briefly. The tail-tip twitching, the tensing of Mapletuft's jaw. Her head slowly turned towards Mirestar again, and her chin lifted.

There was subtle, tiny, left-right motion of her head towards the leader, for she knew eyes were likely placed on Mapletuft or Mirestar, but not herself. Yet, her voice lifts above the crowd- "Mapletuft! Mapletuft!"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND JUST LIKE THE RAIN ⋅❁⋅ YOU CAST THE DUST INTO NOTHING ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, lead warrior of shadowclan, sixty-six moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Willowburn]

THE GODS CAN KNEEL ⋆⁺₊⋆
At the sound of the call he made his way over to hear what Mirestar had to say. He wouldn't lie that ambition slithered beneath his fur, but even as the new ShadowClan deputy was named he didn't seemed ruffled in the slightest. Why should he be? Leaders and deputies in ShadowClan had a nasty little habit of being short lived, almost as the clan was cursed, so he wasn't fussed. His time would come.

"Congratulations Mapletuft! A well deserved ascension!" Willowburn cooed loudly as he rejoiced for the new deputy, grinning wide with joy.

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[Ternstar.]

FROM COFFIN TO THE CRADLE
I GOT DEMONS, I GOT ANGELS​

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ternfrost ♛ 24 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan queen ​

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Ears twitch at her leaders call, and for a moment there is anticipation - hope, even. There has always been a certainty, since the day Ternfrost was old enough to be self-aware - with head dipped in white, star-blessed Magpiepaw had said - that she was destined for greatness. Even with a figure tainted by a name like maggotfur, she'd never wavered - steely determination to live, to surviv, to thrive keeping her going.

When smogstar has ascended, dreams had been shattered - the knowledge f the life in her belly stilling her paws. But she'd only put her lans on hold, not given up. Never given up. With ktis weaned and leafbare settling into the marshes in earnest, she yearns to return to duties - and makes no secret of it either.

And yet, it's not her name that flls from their lips - and blue eyes blink swiftly, the merest flicker of disappointment, before blank-faced stare returns in full force. 'Mapletuft' - the name is met with distaste, not for obvious reasons, but for that gnawing sense of hurt and anger that has always refused to leave her. Mirestar and their younger siblings had been lucky - blessed with a foster parent who'd actually cared, and no matter how many moons pass Ternfrost will always feel distaste when faced with such an image of loving parents.

Tail lashes again, and head turns - a perfunctory " Congratulations, " slipping from her mouth only out of habit.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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A -W A R N I N G- L A B E L

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[MARBLELEAF]

Mirestar calls for ShadowClan to gather, though they do not ascend Clanrock; this is informal, a ragtag bunch of grieving cats drawing closer to their leader with curious eyes. Marblepaw herself exits Starlingheart's den on exhausted paws; she can hardly keep her eyes open, her head up, after treating so many wounds, but this seems too important to miss. Her leader waits for the rest of the Clan to cluster closer before announcing they have made a decision about their deputy.

The pale tabby blinks in surprise. Mirestar has waited on this awhile. She half-suspects they would name Lilacfur, except, well, she had insisted on cloistering herself in the nursery with those new kits. Surprise rounds her eyes when the new ShadowClan deputy is named as Mapletuft.

The torbie looks as shocked as Marblepaw feels, and that isn't much of a comfort, is it? She supposes she doesn't know much about what it takes to make a good deputy, though, and the rest of the Clan begins to cheer for her readily enough. Perhaps Mapletuft is what ShadowClan needs, after all; for their sakes, she certainly hopes so.

After a heartbeat, Marblepaw calls: "Mapletuft! Mapletuft!"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 10 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.

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[BATCHASER]

When the chimera calls for a clan meeting– rather calls out the clan, that they've made a decision. A decision on what? No one could guess. Rising to his paws, slinking closer to the... growing crowd of curious Shadowclanners. He settles beside his old mentor with a dip of his head in respect. Mirestar announces that Shadowclan needs a new deputy. Now that makes him perk up, curiosity swimming in his hidden gaze. Perhaps someone from the council? Scalejaw seems like a marvelous choice or perhaps someone else? Ferndance seems like a interesting pick... He doesn't know.

The curled bicolor blinks in surprise. He a little 'huh' escapes his split - colored lips, a large ear twitches at the surprised ripple of voices around him. He honestly expected Lilacfur to be picked as deputy... but the molly is confined to the nursery. Hidden eyes slide to the new Shadowclan deputy; Mapletuft.

The torbie is reasonably shocked by being picked at deputy, Batchaser is too in his... own strange way. After a heartbeat as the one picked as Shadowclan's deputy accepts, the voices of clanmates rise upon the marsh - borne camp calling the new deputy's name. He breathes from leather nostrils, as he parts his maw to call out– "Mapletuft! Mapletuft!"

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

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• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 37 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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