by only a flicker we cling to this life ✘ meeting

[BEEFANG]

FIGHT SO DIRTY BUT YOU LOVE SO SWEET — Beepaw presses back into Moonpaw's touch especially after the news of Windclan taking Highstones and setting a claim on sacred territory makes her want to claw at those ridiculous moor rats and their mad moorqueen. A soft breath leaving her maw before watching as her father called upon Fernpaw, Mosspaw, and Petalpaw for their warrior ceremony. She can only imagine how long the bright, fiery pelted tom had been waiting for this day and she feels excited for him. Soon their warrior names are announced, her clanmates chanting their names, and she says their names along with them with pride for Ferngill, Mosspool, and Petalstep. Iciclefang is asked to join Smokestar's council, the bicolored molly pricked her ears nodding over in the direction of her brother's mentor knowing that she truly deserved it.

Beepaw sweeps her bottlebrush tail over Moonpaw briefly to offer her friend a half smile though her gaze focuses onto Smokestar once more, the star part of his name would take a bit of time to get used to and she ponders silently if he was truly starblessed and wouldn't have his lives torn from him just as her late father had. She hopes not.

𓆟. ° .• . TALK SO PRETTY BUT YOUR HEART GOT TEETH

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  ❥ 5 moons old
  ❥ riverclan apprentice
  ❥ sexuality unknown; single
  ❥ daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ❥ sister of cicadapaw & starlightpaw
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ easy; still learning how to fight
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SMOKESTAR]

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The cheers die down, several new warriors to their ranks. He would be presenting them before the clans along with his demands of answers to WindClan with the gathering. For now, there were only two things left to sort out...
"Aspenhaze, you are now without an apprentice with Mosspool joining the ranks of a warrior, I ask you to take over Bubblepaw's training as her mentor will be joining the elder's den soon." The peppy blue tabby apprentice was at the very least polite, but she could do with a mentor who knew how to be stern when necessary but was not so strict as to crush her jovial nature. Aspenhaze was the perfect cat for the job given how well Mosspool had turned out.

"Crashingtide, you will be mentoring Asphodelpaw whose mentor is also retiring to the elder's den." A strong, loyal warrior since the forming of the clan. He had not had an apprentice yet and Asphodelpaw could use some firm guidance in the coming moons to finish his training as well.

"This meeting is dismissed, please resume your duties....I need a nap" He had not meant to say that last part out loud, it was more a mutter of exhaustion than anything but his voice had still been in its booming demand for attention, loud and commanding and so he had simply blurted it out without much thought. Immediately embarrassed, he frowned intently and stepped down from the river rock to do exactly as he had said. Nap. Mercy to the fool that disturbed him during it.

——✘ when does ripple become a tidal wave ———✘ when does a candle become a flame

• OOC can go here.
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  Smokestar
  —⊰⋅ Leader of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.
  

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[Snakeblink]

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

Oh, stars, Snakeblink thinks, ears ringing with horror as Smokethroat — Smokestar — speaks. We were rights; we shouldn’t have let him go alone.

His eyes run over the crowd, seeking his fellow leads’ eyes, before it occurs to him… how many? How many Windclan warriors, to take a single Riverclan leader down? He has always been their most formidable fighter; he can imagine that a single guard would not have made much of a difference. There might have been two deaths, then; only one of them temporary. Cold dread washes over Snakeblink and his eyes return to their leader as he swallows thickly, thoughts stuck on the same prayer: thank the stars, thank the stars you made it home. One leader lost is too many. And they have too many orphans already.

Though he feels distant from himself, mind reeling from the news of Windclan’s latest treachery, he still calls out the names of new warriors with sincere pride before slipping through the crowd as it dissipates in the wake of Smokestar's dismissal, reaching Iciclefang quickly. ”Congratulations,” he whispers, tilting his head close to be heard over the general chatter. ”Few are as deserving as you are.”
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——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely ​

ooc. information.

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• — Snakeblink • he / him. 46 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[MUDPELT]

At the sound of his new leader's call, Mudpelt moves to find a seat in the crowd, grateful to be back among the healthy and able-bodied. He wears his grief like water on his pelt - light, and unnoticeable to some, but all encompassing and constantly there. Steepsnout hadn't made it long enough to see the return of her littermates. Now, they must all go on without her, a reality the father isn't sure he's ready to face. But he lifts his head towards Smokestar, forces a smile when his kits are praised for their courage. They had succeeded in saving him. He is proud. He is grieving, but he is proud.

A soft gasp leaves Mudpelt at the news that WindClan has claimed Highstones and even had the nerve to try and kill Smokestar while he went for his nine lives. A knot of apprehension works its way into his belly, a scowl forming on his face. Those fox-hearts! They won't get away with it, a sentiment shared by his daughter. His daughter, who is now called forward to be a lead warrior of the clan.

Mudpelt's jaw grows slack in shock as he finds her in the crowd, tall ears pricked and amber eyes wide. Iciclefang, who had once been so small nursing at her mother's belly, who he had named Iciclekit when she came into the world all those seasons ago...is a lead warrior of RiverClan. Pride does not come close to describing what he feels. His warm eyes shine, already watering as he yowls and cheers for her. If any cat could do the job, it's her.

And the good news doesn't even end there. Alongside Petalpaw and Mosspaw, his very own son is called forward. A brief look of surprise crosses the chocolate tom's features. He hadn't given Fernpaw a new warrior assessment nor had he been told he'd be earning his name during this meeting. The shock passes almost immediately, though, for he knows how earned this is. His son had traveled a moon and a half all the way to the mountains and back to save his clan. Of course he deserves this! And when he looks back to catch his eye, Mudpelt beams back at him, chest puffing out as he radiates pride. And the moment has arrived...Ferngill. Ferngill! Mudpelt couldn't have imagined a more perfect name for him if he tried! "Ferngill! Ferngill!" Oops, he seems to have forgotten about the other two warriors, all of his focus on his very own son and apprentice. By now, the hulking warrior is surely crying, tears of joy and pride for his two kits rolling down his cheeks. No father could be happier than he is right now. Isn't this great, Steepsnout? ​

 

[BUMBLENOSE]

Hearing the call for a meeting had the slim feline bounding over with an inquisitive stare. Shock erupted across the youth's maw as Smokestar revealed the brutal truth of his journey. Hatred hot and brimming burned within, but she did not allow it to fester long. Bumblepaw sat neatly beside her mother, gaze alight with excitement as the ceremonies began unfolding before her. When Iciclefang was revealed as the newest lead warrior, Bumblepaw's tail flicked with joy. Happily, she yowled out her congratulations. "Iciclefang!" She knew the she-cat was perfect for the role, finding inspiration in her skill and dedication. Now, with the honor bestowed upon Iciclefang, her adoration blossomed.

She couldn't help but feel a burst of pride for Mosspool, her older sibling, who had embarked on a challenging journey and now stood before the clan as a newly named warrior. Their marked pelt swaying elegantly as Smokestar spoke on. The image of Mosspool, proud and composed, resonated deeply with Bumblepaw, fueling her need to progress. I really gotta start talking to Rookfang more. For a while, the two had done the awkward dance of acclimating. Now she was at a point where the older cat would have higher expectations. Her concentration broke at the moment when Fernpaw was called forward. Ferngill – the name echoed in the air, signifying his journey, resilience, and strength. Bumblepaw had witnessed Fernpaw's determination, and the name felt like a perfect fit for him.

They could no longer contain the enthusiasm building within as she joined in the chorus of cheers for the new warriors. "MOSSPOOL! FERNGILL! PETALSTEP!" Their heart raced with elation for both her sister and the cats she admired. As the ceremonies wound down, Bumblepaw eagerly absorbed the lingering energy of the meeting. The sense of unity and celebration had hit her with a renewed purpose. The dark times were still relevant, but a beacon of strength rallied them all. She couldn't wait for her own journey toward warriorhood, envisioning a day when she, too, would stand proudly before her clanmates, having overcome challenges and proven herself.

Once the meeting concluded, and Smokestar announced new mentorship assignments, Bumblepaw's ears settled. Riverclan was thriving in the aftermath of the rogue's and for a change, she could feel the promise of a better tomorrow.​