camp BREATHING FIRE ★ SEPTEMBER MEETING

[WILDHEART]

"Tigerwing! Vixencrown! Softsight! Roaringsun!" Wildheart bellowed the names loud and with pride, especially for Tigerwing. It had been a long time coming and had been well deserved given the trials that she had gone through leading up to this very moment.

The tom quieted back down as he continued to listen to the next part of the meeting as apprentices were assigned their new mentors. What he hadn't accounted for was his name being called as he was assigned Spiderpaw. He knew he should feel happy but his mind wandered to thoughts of Wrathpaw... Wrathhowl. With this new apprentice it truly meant his chapter with his former ward was now firmly closed, and he couldn't help but feel like a failure. His jaw drew tight as a look of sadness crossed his features.

The tom stepped out from the crowd to meet Spiderpaw as the youth scurried to find him, and he stood before the young ThunderClanner with an intense stare. Memories of doing this with Wrathhowl flooded his mind and bitterly he wondered how this would go wrong. Would they become corrupted as well? The calico shook the foul thoughts from his mind before he aimed to touch noses with Spiderpaw. "I will teach you all that I know."
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[antlerbreeze]

A meeting. One, after Flamewhisker had become Flamestar. It wasn't how it was supposed to go originally- Howlingstar would have stepped down and retired to be a grandmother, a great-grandmother, a mother, to all those after her, to those who called her part of their kin. It is a bittersweet feeling on her tongue as she steps to where the meeting was called, Antler's eyes focused on the bright pelt standing upon Highrock.

Antler is quiet, she does not speak or murmur as Flamestar takes the stage. She finds her sister in the crowd, then her sibling, eyes flashing at them both to ensure their safety before looking directly up at Highrock once more. Flamestar's first order of business? Her name. Her sister's name. There is a tidal wave of relief that crashes over her, floods her entire being, washes her free of a red-dyed poison that had sunk into her veins. The image of a berry clung between her claws, a delicate balance of life and death, is tore away from her.

As water is replaced by light, by wind, cleaning her, Antler is no longer known by the moniker of 'Antlerpoison', but that of the name Howlingstar gave to her. A piece of her mentor, clinging to her yet. Antlerbreeze breaths a little easier now, and if there is tears in her eyes, she hopes no one mentions it. ".. Thank you." She manages to stammer out through a throat that felt like it was closing on itself. Antlerbreeze focuses on her breathing as others are stripped of cruel names, and given ones benefitting.

She is coming back around just in time to chant for them- "Tigerwing! Vixencrown! Softsight! Roaringsun!" Antlerbreeze adds her voice to the mix, clearing with each name. She quiets, as what feels like another tidal wave of apprentices are named. No, only some are named, others are reassigned. So many mentors lost to Skyclaw's venom. She inhales and exhales slowly, and cheers for them when they are named. "Coltpaw! Spiderpaw! Myrtlepaw!"

There is a final thought in her mind: Thank you, Starclan. You heard us.

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• ANTLERBREEZE she/her, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
  ⭃ 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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[PALEFIRE]

It was hard to believe that things were truly starting to go back to normal. Or at least, their new normal. Nothing would ever go back to the way it was before, but she had hope that they could move forward into something better, together. The lilac warrior limped from her temporary home within the medicine den, finding a seat beneath the high rock at Flamestar's call. Flamestar. It was strange. All her life, Howlingstar had been leader. She couldn't remember ever looking up and seeing anyone but the brown tabby sitting there. A sharp pang of regret squeezed her heart at the idea that she had never truly gotten to prove to Howlingstar that she could be the warrior she had believed her to be.

Palefire shook herself from her melancholy, determined to start this new chapter fresh, without being weighed down by past regrets. Flamestar would be a great leader, Thunderclan would thrive, and she would fulfill her potential. No more mistakes. They would start anew, beginning with ceremonies that were long overdue.

She was glad to hear that the four young warriors who had their names cruelly changed by Skyclaw would be corrected, finally. Softpaw especially did not deserve the horrid name she had been given. The ivory molly was one of the kindest cats she had ever known, and she deserved a monicker that reflected her heart. Flamestar proceeded to renew Doepath and Antlerbreeze's former names, and appointed the two other girls Softsight and Vixencrown. She smiled to herself, finding them all quite fitting. Next were new warrior ceremonies, with Roaringpaw and Tigerpaw both graduating. She was happy to have Tigerpaw back after so many moons, and ever more glad that she had escaped persecution at Skyclaw's behest. And Roaringpaw… She once would have begrudged him being granted a warrior name, but even Palefire had to admit that he had grown into clan life quite well. She shouted their names proudly. "Softsight! Vixencrown! Roaringsun! Tigerwing!"

Next were apprentice assignments - and a few reassignments. Her stomach twisted at how many of their youth had been made mentorless by the casualties of the battle. It was tragedy that none of them should've ever been made to witness, especially so young. She silently thanked the stars that both of her own apprentices had come out physically unscathed, and that she was still here to watch over them. She had a feeling they would both rely on her even more now. She only hoped she was ready to step up. After a lengthy list of new apprentices, the meeting drew to a peaceful close, and the wounded warrior was quick to return to the medicine den. She didn't want to risk Gentlestorm's wrath by opening up her wounds.

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 18 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, padding after no one / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 Seeing his mother standing in Howlingstar’s place atop the Highrock will never sit well with him, Falconheart thinks. It’s her hard-earned place above them all, stained with blood as it is, and she looks like she belongs up there. She looks like she should be their leader. Flamestar.

But… if she’s the leader, then all of her kits will have to watch her die. Multiple times over. Nine, in total. He relives watching Sparrowpaw fall every time he blinks, still sees Flycatcher’s lifeless eyes when he’s trying to sleep; how is he meant to see his mother die nine times over? The thought makes his stomach turn, and he hardly listens to the meeting as it begins. He only tunes in when Antlerbreeze and Doepath are given their rightful names back, and as four new warrior are named. It’s all so strangely normal, so natural to hear the words falling from Flamestar’s mouth, that the stone settles further into his stomach. This is real. This isn’t his imagination, or some kind of dream. His mother is the leader of ThunderClan now, and she assigns apprentices to their new mentors with the ease of someone who has done it a hundred times before.

The meeting goes by swiftly, easily, until Flamestar gets to Littlepaw. The girl had been first apprenticed to Howlingstar herself—she must be devastated. He can only hope that her new mentor will handle her with care, even as so many seem intent on toughening their apprentices up after the brutality of the past month. His mother speaks, assigning Littlepaw to her replacement mentor, and… she says his name. The tom’s heart drops to his paws.

Him? Why him? Why would she choose him, of all the capable warriors around them, to mentor a cat who had first been assigned to Howlingstar? Is this her idea of testing him? His mind races, panic causing his tail to twitch, but he manages to string together a smile laden with guilt and surprise as he faces his newly-assigned apprentice. "I’ll do my best to be a good mentor for you," even if I can’t be the mentor you want. His gaze only leaves Littlepaw when he turns to glance over at his other apprentice. Bugpaw had a mentor before him, as well. It seems fitting, somehow, that he’s the second choice for them both.

heaven knows 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 how hard i’ve tried

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• FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamewhisker and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, ravenpaw, bugpaw, sunpaw, squirrelpaw, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ mentoring bugpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[shroudedpaw]

Meetings were not typically the highlight of Shroudedpaw's day, but today is remarkably different from the rest, for the boy is now a scarred, timid little thing, picking at the grass underneath and barely training his ears on what his leader is saying.

Silver eyes remain narrowed throughout the bulk of it, as Flamestar calls forth the new warriors, the renames, the new apprentices. They are none that he's ever cared for, and none he wants to start caring for now. After all that's happened, Shroudedpaw feels an impulsive instinct to regard his Clanmates as nothing more than dispensable - keeping them at arm's length. That's what it was so far, right? Mousenose, Yewflame - one by one, they would all fall, until there is no cat in relation to him that stands.

At some point, however long it's been, Shroudedpaw hears his name amongst the rest, and flicks his gaze up without lifting his chin as a newly mentored apprentice typically might. Doespring. A stoic molly, as sharp and dull as she looks. Maybe that's exactly what he needs; someone he can't care about, and someone who won't care about him. That must be the sure way to avoid tragedy. Would life be easier if everyone behaved that way?

Stiffly, Shroudedpaw does not approach his mentor first this time. But he looks at her, with a dull gaze veiling volatile emotions underneath. When he was apprenticed to Mousenose, he thought, Do not disappoint me. Then, with Yewflame, Do not harm me. Now, as he regards his mentor with the cold dismissal one might regard a stranger passing by, he thinks.. Do not die on me.

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[LAUGHBLOSSOM]

𓇢𓇢 The victory is not only Flamestar’s, but ThunderClan’s as a whole. The evil that had crawled its way through the veins of clanmates, the rot that Skyclaw had used to put a stop to the clan’s beating heart, had stood no chance against the full might of ThunderClan’s warriors. The radiant light of their hope, their ferocity, had driven back the forces of the enemy within their ranks. As Flamestar takes her place atop the Highrock, Laughblossom tips his head to listen closely, and smiles as she begins her announcements. "Softsight! Vixencrown! Roaringsun! Tigerwing!" He cheers the new warriors’ names, enthusiasm racing through his veins. They’ve come out on the sunny side of the clan’s darkest night, and they deserve to hear their names called out with pride. Moments later, more new names are being given—new apprentices, assigned to mentors who will surely do well to train them. "Coltpaw! Spiderpaw! Myrtlepaw!" He’s not paying much attention after that, as it becomes mundane apprentice reassignments, but his ears perk up and he tunes back in when he hears his own name spoken from the leader’s mouth.

Glowingpaw, your new mentor will be Laughblossom, says Flamestar, and… is she serious? Hazel eyes light up with glee, their corners pinched as a truly boundless grin stretches across his muzzle. "Ah, Glowingpaw!" He greets the younger cat with a good-natured grin, his silky tail fluttering behind him as he steps toward her. His new apprentice—his first apprentice. He inclined his head to the younger feline, his gaze turning gentle, caring. "You are in very good paws, my apprentice," he declares, and though a bright grin settles onto his face, he hopes his words will ring true. He has his… shortcomings, he is aware, but this is something that he can do. Traveling the territory with an impressionable youth, teaching her of all the glory their land holds… it seems like a glorious dream. He’ll have to put more effort into this than he’s put into anything else in his life, but he’s going to do it right.

like the dawn ❀༄ woke the world inside of me

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• LAUGHBLOSSOM ❯❯ he/him, warrior of thunderclan
  𓇢 silky-furred chocolate tabby with white spotting and hazel eyes. joyous and loud, but deeply protective of his clan.
  𓇢 brother to lovelight, joywing, wrathpaw, pridepaw, merrypaw
  𓇢 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓇢 penned by foxlore

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[Glowingpaw.]

THE LIES YOU SUCCUMB TO
BLISSFULLY UNAWARE​

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Theres a certain amount of awkwardness that Glowingpaw can't quite shake as she is reassigned - not because she's given a new mentor, but because of who that mentor is. It takes a moment for eyes to focus upon the brown tabby, but once they do, her anxiety is impossible to hide - eyes watering as she timidly touches noses to his. Laughblossom has done nothing wrong of course - it is her own guilt that churns her stomach, reminding her that Wrath-howl will no longer be her clanmate. Her friend. Her- well, whatever they had been. it feels... unfair, that she gets to stay, to spend time training with his brother - and he will never be allowed to see them again. Still, she voices none of her worries, simply turning her unfocused gaze back onto her paws quickly as possible - discomfited by his seeming enthusiasm.

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The leader watched as the apprentices touched noses with their new mentors, some bearing expressions of worry, some of excitement. It would take time for the clan to decompress after the horrors they had all experienced in the events leading up to Skyclaw's takeover and after, but she hoped restoring the clan into the stability it had once held would help. There was one more topic she wished to tell them, one she had saved for the very end. The cat that was still in the Medicine Den, forced to return there after the council meeting had ended.

"The council has discussed the fate of Wrath-howl." The first time she had announced his name, just like the other's that had been wrongfully named by Skyclaw. The decision was bound to upset both sides of the camp, but she had to think of what was best for the clan as a whole. There were still apprentices that had sided with the tyrant that remained in the clan, but their paws were not as stained as his. They had changed their minds before ruining themselves. "Wrath-howl's name will be restored to Wrathpaw..."

"...and he will be exiled once he is released from the Medicine Den. He will remain under guard until his wounds are healed." Had he not saved Orangepaw in the battle, she would not have given him this mercy. "This meeting is dismissed."

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• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 37 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
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  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing watches as the apprentices receive their warrior names, her emotions swirling beneath the surface. Softsight, Vixencrown, Tigerwing, and Roaringsun. She mouths each name silently, her gaze lingering on Roaringsun, only pulled away when Flamestar's next words reach her. Coltpaw, your mentor will be Stormywing. She meets his gaze, and for a moment, the tabby is lost in the sight of him - a young cat eager to learn, just as she had once been. It didn't matter that either of them bore kittypet origins. He would be a warrior to be proud of. She forces a smile, rising to her paws as she steps forward to touch noses with her new apprentice. With Fallowbite and Thundergleam both full warriors now, she's ready to begin training the next generation. "I'll make sure you're ready for anything," She promises softly, pushing away the storm in her mind only briefly. She forces herself to focus on Coltpaw and Coltpaw alone and ignore her anger even for a moment, determined to give him all the training he deserves.

But then, Flamestar assigns her Mottledpaw as well, and Stormywing straightens in surprise. Her eyes narrow, her ears flattening. She'd been Skyclaw's follower, his apprentice. A thirst for justice aches in her throat as she finds the apprentice, a hard swallow forcing down any words she wishes she could say. She stand again, saying no words this time as she begrudgingly jabs her nose to meet Mottledpaw's and flicks her tail for her to follow back to her seat with Coltpaw. She can't relax now.

And the moment that name is mentioned, she tenses, her ears flattening against her skull. Wrath-howl. Her mind spits the name like venom. The thought of him ever being called a warrior...of being allowed any title in ThunderClan, makes her blood boil. Her claws unsheathe, digging into the soft earth as she struggles to keep her anger in check. And then Flamestar announces his exile. Stormywing's breath hitches, eyes widening slightly in disbelief. Exiled. He was going to be gone. For a brief moment, her heart lifts, a sense of justice settling in. Pebblestep...maybe now you can rest in peace.

But it's not enough. It can never be enough. The anger bubbles back up as she glares towards the medicine den, where Wrathpaw is still kept under guard. He should be dead. He should have died alongside Skyclaw and all those other traitors. Yet here he is, being allowed the mercy of exile. She imagines her brother's face, imagines the fear he must have felt as those cats killed him, and her teeth clench so hard her jaw aches. The she-cat forces herself to her paws, unwilling to look at any of the other warriors around her. Her mind is a tornado and she needs space. Without a word to anyone, she pads swiftly towards the camp entrance, her blue fur bristling.

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[DOESPRING]

It is a breath of fresh air to see Flamestar atop the Highrock instead of Skyclaw. His unjust rise to power feels like a lifetime ago — but Doespring reckons that's simply because ThunderClan has had a lot to recover from. Now, some resemblance of normalcy dares to peek its head into their daily lives, starting with the first meeting since Flamestar has gained her nine lives.

Odd, how she differs from Howlingstar. Doespring has only ever known that stern but eternally kind face... the one that has allowed Doespring herself in, despite countless mistakes of the past. Would the Flamestar now be just as merciful?

She must see something in Doespring. It is evident, in the way she entrusts the training of Shroudedpaw to her; again, because his mentors have been rather unfortunate in their track record so far. Does that mean she is about to get cursed too? It is her who needs to initiate the traditional approach of new mentor-apprentice pairings, and if she hadn't been so familiar with his fate, she would turn her nose up at such blatant disrespect. Shourdedpaw gets a pass... for now.

"Shroudedpaw," she merely says. It is not accompanied by a nod, but rather a locking of gazes. Doespring does not promise him anything; she does not want to present the opportunity of failure. Instead, as the caterwauls of celebrations dwindle with the ending of this moon's meeting, she dips her head to touch noses with Shroudedpaw.
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[leafhusk]

another apprentice of her graduates today. her time with roaringpaw had been short, and spent in the majority of the wilderness. however, he stayed upbeat in a time of uncertainty, and proved his worth in the war for his clan. there wasn’t a need for an assessment when he tore sproutberry away from this world. may his soul rest painfully for eternity.

she cheers for him, and the rest of the newly crowned warriors. "tigerwing! vixencrown! softsight! roaringsun!" all of them deserved, earned.

while she thinks about the easy routine she had before adderpaw, flamestar calls her name. one, no, two apprentices are under her care this time. her head swivels to find the orange toned apprentices, struggling to mask the bewilderment on her face. the life of a warrior never slows down, especially now, when thunderclan is once again stretched impossibly thin. she trudges over to greet them, cobwebs crinkling with every step.

"you both will be…" it’s difficult to find words of encouragement. fadingpaw, a former apprentice to the tyrant. orangepaw, who’s more of a medicine den resident than an apprentice. "everything will be fine." she promises, moments before flamestar reminds the clan that wrathpaw still lives within their walls.

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