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A light sheen of snow covers the ground, sparkling in the pale light, and a light snow is falling from the sky. The path to fourtrees is clear, allowing easy passage, though under the trees the snow has piled thickly in places. It would be a cold night and they would only get colder.
Smokestar leaps upward onto the smooth stone, his paws carrying him swiftly to his place next to Chilledstar where he dips his head in greeting to the ShadowClan leader as well as Howlingstar and Blazestar themselves. There is a distinct air of calm around them all and he quickly realizes why.
“I see WindClan has chosen not to grace us with their presence, I can’t say I’m particularly sorry to lose it.” If Sootstar had shown her face and started spouting her usual rubbish he would have ripped her apart where they stood, he was done humoring the madness of the moorland and he didn’t care how many lives he needed to bleed through to ensure she stayed down for good. The next time he saw her it better be groveling for forgiveness and relinquishing highstones.
Smokestar raised his head up as the clamor of voices around them died down. “Cats of all clans, let the gathering commence.” His voice is a smooth current, steady stream, he’s lost the anxiousness and uncertainty that wavered in his tone before, the heaviness of grief still prominent in that lone orange eye but it did not drag him beneath the depths as it once had. His voice commanded attention, respect, emboldened by WindClan’s absence.
“RiverClan does well come early leafbare, our cats are strong and our freshkill pile full.” For how long he could not say, but the river had yet to fully freeze over and lock them from their primary food source and until then they would take advantage of it.
“I have chosen Lichentail as my deputy, a loyal cat who I believe will help further strengthen the clan in the coming days...and you will surely prove herself this leafbare.” Whether she wanted to or not, his new deputy was already balancing delicately across the precipice that was foolishness and understanding and he would not hesitate to replace her if she didn’t deliver but that was neither here nor there.
“Several new apprentices join our ranks, Bitepaw, Valepaw and Goldenpaw, have each begun their first steps into becoming warriors of RiverClan and join us tonight for their first gathering.” He scans the crowd for the three youngsters, keeping a mindful eye on Bitepaw specifically; the more troublesome of the trio.
“...Ravensong has taken on an apprentice as well, Moonpaw will be training to become a medicine cat for our clan alongside him.” The young molly, once easy to see in a crowd, practically melts into the snow now and vanishes but he follows the trail of his clan to Ravensong and gives her a knowing look once he'd located the copper eyes blinking in the expanse of white. She'd do well.
With the more proper news shared he cleared his throat, irritation flashing across his gaze as he spoke and for once it was not at WindClan during a gathering that his words spilled with a venomous bite.
"...a blue tabby loner came to our territory asking to join us with three kittens in tow, after speaking to her for only a moment it became clear she had these kits as a ploy to gain sympathy and get into a clan and she abandoned them as quickly as she came when she was refused. With leafbare approaching the outsiders get bolder in their means to take and manipulate us, I implore you all to be mindful of any cat who approaches you. They may be harmless but who is to say which of them has ulterior motives..."
His orange gaze danced to SkyClan and ThunderClan specifically, the two clans most known for allowing other cats into their fold though ThunderClan's borders had tightened since Howlingstar became leader. Still, it was worth saying, he doubted he would see Kindling again but if she tried her tricks with another clan he hoped they would treat her with the same disdain. Using kittens are a means to bargain, how barbaric...
“That is all from RiverClan.”
A light sheen of snow covers the ground, sparkling in the pale light, and a light snow is falling from the sky. The path to fourtrees is clear, allowing easy passage, though under the trees the snow has piled thickly in places. It would be a cold night and they would only get colder.
Smokestar leaps upward onto the smooth stone, his paws carrying him swiftly to his place next to Chilledstar where he dips his head in greeting to the ShadowClan leader as well as Howlingstar and Blazestar themselves. There is a distinct air of calm around them all and he quickly realizes why.
“I see WindClan has chosen not to grace us with their presence, I can’t say I’m particularly sorry to lose it.” If Sootstar had shown her face and started spouting her usual rubbish he would have ripped her apart where they stood, he was done humoring the madness of the moorland and he didn’t care how many lives he needed to bleed through to ensure she stayed down for good. The next time he saw her it better be groveling for forgiveness and relinquishing highstones.
Smokestar raised his head up as the clamor of voices around them died down. “Cats of all clans, let the gathering commence.” His voice is a smooth current, steady stream, he’s lost the anxiousness and uncertainty that wavered in his tone before, the heaviness of grief still prominent in that lone orange eye but it did not drag him beneath the depths as it once had. His voice commanded attention, respect, emboldened by WindClan’s absence.
“RiverClan does well come early leafbare, our cats are strong and our freshkill pile full.” For how long he could not say, but the river had yet to fully freeze over and lock them from their primary food source and until then they would take advantage of it.
“I have chosen Lichentail as my deputy, a loyal cat who I believe will help further strengthen the clan in the coming days...and you will surely prove herself this leafbare.” Whether she wanted to or not, his new deputy was already balancing delicately across the precipice that was foolishness and understanding and he would not hesitate to replace her if she didn’t deliver but that was neither here nor there.
“Several new apprentices join our ranks, Bitepaw, Valepaw and Goldenpaw, have each begun their first steps into becoming warriors of RiverClan and join us tonight for their first gathering.” He scans the crowd for the three youngsters, keeping a mindful eye on Bitepaw specifically; the more troublesome of the trio.
“...Ravensong has taken on an apprentice as well, Moonpaw will be training to become a medicine cat for our clan alongside him.” The young molly, once easy to see in a crowd, practically melts into the snow now and vanishes but he follows the trail of his clan to Ravensong and gives her a knowing look once he'd located the copper eyes blinking in the expanse of white. She'd do well.
With the more proper news shared he cleared his throat, irritation flashing across his gaze as he spoke and for once it was not at WindClan during a gathering that his words spilled with a venomous bite.
"...a blue tabby loner came to our territory asking to join us with three kittens in tow, after speaking to her for only a moment it became clear she had these kits as a ploy to gain sympathy and get into a clan and she abandoned them as quickly as she came when she was refused. With leafbare approaching the outsiders get bolder in their means to take and manipulate us, I implore you all to be mindful of any cat who approaches you. They may be harmless but who is to say which of them has ulterior motives..."
His orange gaze danced to SkyClan and ThunderClan specifically, the two clans most known for allowing other cats into their fold though ThunderClan's borders had tightened since Howlingstar became leader. Still, it was worth saying, he doubted he would see Kindling again but if she tried her tricks with another clan he hoped they would treat her with the same disdain. Using kittens are a means to bargain, how barbaric...
“That is all from RiverClan.”
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Smokestar
—⊰⋅ Leader of RiverClan
—⊰⋅ He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.
