CARNIVOROUS FLOWER [🌙] GATHERING [01/15/24]

[SOOTSTAR]

A thick layer of snow coats the forest floor and snowflakes burrow into the pelts of the cats who gather beneath the paws of their leaders. Narrowed eyes stare up at the empty spot on the rock. An infamous she-cat of blue remains elusive and has not made herself seen at any gathering, or even any border in two moons. A relief this was for many, blood, terror, and chaos always corrupted the path Sootstar treads upon. Her absence would allow for some peace tonight.

However, beneath that sense of comfort there is a startling eeriness. If trouble would not brew here tonight, where would it? A storm hidden by rolling hills festers, and there was always lightning before thunder. No one knows who or where the crash will hit, they can only hope once all subsided dawn will break through, putting an end to a long reign of blood and terror.

Unable, and unwilling to wait anymore on the vanished clan, the first leader takes a stand at the edge of the Great Rock. Their is fur kissed by serene starlight, bringing a sense of hope that a long peace is upon them.

☾ INFO BATTLE

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  » Soot ․ Sootstar
  » WindClan Leader
  » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
  » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
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  » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
  » Excels in quick, short moves.
  » Fights to kill and maim
  » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

 

[BLAZESTAR]

The moon sits upon a throne of wispy clouds, bathing the clearing in cold, milky light. Blazestar's expression is solemn as he approaches the ledge—he has much to say, all of it weighing heavy on his shoulders and in his heart. The Ragdoll turns resolutely away from the other leaders, padding past Sootstar's empty spot. It is clear WindClan again will not be joining the Gathering tonight yet again, and though there's a twist of worry in his stomach, he cannot let it eat at him. There is plenty chewing on his mind as it is. Selfishly, part of him is glad the tiny blue smoke isn't in attendance; if there is to be any obstinance, he thinks to himself grimly, it would have been from her.

Flame-colored paws reach the ledge of the Great Rock. Blazestar looks upon the chattering masses and raises his tail. "Cats of the forest! Let the Gathering commence!" His voice carries toward every shadowed spot in the clearing, past every barren branch. After a moment, he sits, his tail curling around his massive golden frame. When he speaks, his voice is solemn. "SkyClan has much to announce this Gathering. The prey runs scarce in our part of the forest, but we remain strong and united, even as we deal with rogues at our border." His breath plumes in the darkness, white as the frost that coats the forest floor. "We have a new warrior this moon who is in attendance tonight. Pocket has become Shrewflight." He waits for the customary cheers to die down before he continues. "We—we have five new apprentices as well. Springpaw and Pumpkinpaw—and Blazingpaw, Hawkpaw, and Wolfpaw have sustained serious injuries and are recovering in the nursery. That… that is what I must speak to you all about tonight."

The Ragdoll turns briefly to meet the other leader's moonlit gazes. "The patrol I sent these apprentices on was an investigation patrol with their mentors, nothing more, nothing less. But as we all know, anything can happen while out on a patrol in the forest. Bobbie, Howlfire, and Figfeather with their new apprentices were ambushed by the rogues who have been stealing prey in our territory." His neck fur bristles as he recounts the event, as he remembers them all stumbling, bloodied and torn, back into camp, his grandchildren dragged along and crying as they awoke. "These were four moon old apprentices, but what I saw that day was a queen and her mate bending over the broken bodies of their kits… kits who should never have seen battle." His whiskers stiffen, as does his jaw, as he turns back toward the masses. "The queens and parents in SkyClan asked me to do something to stop this. These kits' mother watched her sister die before her time. Their father was pulled away from his Clan at four moons. A full cycle of seasons ago, my own four moon old daughter was killed in a border skirmish. Would two more moons at her mother's side have saved her life? Would two more moons in the nursery have prevented my grandchildren from suffering at the claws of rogues before they were prepared?"

He sweeps his tail behind him, lifting his chin. "I propose an addition to the warrior code—that a kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice." Blazestar looks again to Howlingstar, Smokestar, and Chilledstar beside him. "I will no longer send kits younger than six moons to do battle with other cats, to face the threats we expect our warriors to face everyday." He exhales, long and slow, his breath trembling in the wind. "Will you?"

, "​

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

The spot where the WindClan leader would normally sit is, once again, empty. Howlingstar eyes the stone, gaze narrowed in thought. For several Gatherings now, Sootstar has not made an appearance - at first, she thought it due to an illness, for the rest of her moor-dwelling clan had shown up. But for the last two moons, no cats would come from the grassland, and only four of the five clans would sit beneath the oaks. Blazestar gets to his paws and approaches the edge of the Great Rock, seemingly unwilling to wait any longer, and the tabby sits straighter to show her agreement.

As he speaks, there is still guilt that worms its way into her stomach. A life gone, on her very territory, at the claws and teeth of her grandchild, Blazestar's own son...and she was not to speak a word of it. She stares at the back of the creamy tom's head with an unreadable expression and forces herself to listen dutifully. A new warrior, a cat she isn't familiar with, and five new apprentices. Three of those are her great grandchildren, kits of Howlfire, and her eyes light up to hear that they've received their ceremonies.

The hope in her doesn't last as she hears they've sustained serious injuries, heart plummeting to her paws. Her expression is horror-stricken - only four moons old, and unable to even attend their first Gathering because they'd been attacked so horribly. She has yet to even meet them, and they've been torn apart. And what does Blazestar have to say about it? A new law to be added to the Warrior Code. He speaks of Morningpaw, and a knot forms in the ThunderClan leader's throat. And she's forced to ponder....would more time in the nursery have saved her? Had she been put on a patrol too early, been forced to go out into the territory where dangers lie in the form of cats and predators alike?

She meets Blazestar's gaze, tears welling up in her own. Filled with emotion, she steps forward and tips her chin up. She forces strength into her voice as she utters, "I agree with this. Until their sixth moon, kits will remain in the nursery where it's safe."

// I'll have her share her news after every leader agrees!​

 

[Flamestar]

She listens as Blazestar calls for the gathering to begin. Her gaze was already pained, having already heard of what had happened from Howlfire. She wasn't sure who most of the names the cream leader listed were, except for the final three. Her stomach twisted in grief for the kits, and for their parents. She turned to glance at the Skyclanner beside her, I'm sorry. her eyes would say. She knew the pain that came with seeing one of her kits being torn apart...but all of them? The idea of both of her kits being severely injured made her nauseous.

He reminds them all of Morningpaw, and she felt herself growing even more sick. She had been there in that battle...she had seen Morningpaw be torn apart, all over a stupid squirrel. She too had only been four moons...smaller than everyone else on the patrol. Too much young blood had been spilled. When her kits had been apprenticed, she could remember feeling reluctant about letting them leave the nursery. The lead warrior's gaze turned to her own leader as the code was agreed to. She nodded in agreement, finding herself pleased but not surprised Howlingstar had approved. Anything to keep them safer for longer... ​

★ don't need to save me

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• 
  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 29 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[FOXPAW]

Nestled at the pelt of @ROEFLAME . , Foxpaw stares up in awe at the four leaders. Their pelts glowed within the moonlight and their eyes filled with stars, against the backdrop of fourtrees they were all a holy sight. How happy she was to be here tonight for her first gathering, even if WindClan wasn't here. She has to confess… she was a little excited- though weary to see Sootstar herself perched beside them. Was she has scary as Leopardtongue and the other queens had told her? Were WindClan cats really all that frightening?

"Roeflame… whose Hawkpaw? Or Wolfpaw- oh or Blazingpaw?" Foxpaw tries to ask her mentor in the middle of Blazestar's news, confused by all these new names. "are they here? Oh- probably not… they must be so badly hurt…" She continues to murmur, oblivious to how distracting she was to both Roeflame and surrounding cats.

It's when Blazestar proposes kits under six moons are not to partake in battle does she gasp. Then- Howlingstar makes it even worse. Kits under six moons are not to leave the nursery. Foxpaw's heart feels as if it's jumped from her chest, she looks to Roeflame her amber eyes flooded with tears. "WHAT!" She yelps, lips beginning to tremble into a pout, "Roeflame- Roeflame that's not fair! I don't wanna go back to the nursery, I don't wanna!" How could they do this? How could Howlingstar agree to this?! Just because three SkyClan apprentices got hurt didn't mean she would!

♧ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Foxaw
  » ThunderClan Apprentice
  » Mentored by Roeflame
  » She/they . AFAB
  » A red tabby & chocolate sepia she-cat with orange eyes.
  » "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack
• 
  » An incredibly easy foe with no combat training.
  » Likely to swat or flee depending on the size of foe.
  » Fights defensively and to save herself.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

 

[SMOKESTAR]

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If he was being entirely honest with himself, he didn't much care for this rule. Just because SkyClan apprentices couldn't handle the expectations placed upon them didn't mean the rest of the forest had to be reduced to coddling their trainees in such a way. Smokestar's nose wrinkles thoughtfully, the disdain evident on his face even if he didn't speak a word of it out loud - maybe if they were trained by anything other than kittypet softened warriors they wouldn't have this problem.
He thinks of his own kits, they had faced their first battle and their first taste of the world's cruelty so soon and had overcome it. Several apprentices newly made in his clan endured the trek to SkyClan and then ShadowClan during the rogue invasion and yellowcough epidemic.
Howlingstar agrees readily, hes not very surprised by the fact, he recalls that last leafbare where news of the SkyClan leader's daughter dying to the claws of his own clan had come to light and he had never seen a cat look so lifeless yet carrying so many more than the norm.

RiverClan apprentices were promoted younger than most clans, just like WindClan, and-well, the thought gives him pause. Just like WindClan. Sootstar's presence is very blatant with the lack of yowling disrespect near them atop the smooth stone and he glances to the scorchmark that still faintly lingers even after all this time. There is no doubt in his mind she would have protested this possible new law with vehemence and he knows in his heart of hearts that had Cicadastar still been here he might have as well, perhaps not as volatile as the moorland queen but equally proud. Some of his warriors had a tendency to treat their apprentices like their own children and it was a habit he needed to break, perhaps their youth played a part in it and perhaps even so this might benefit the queens in having their kits learn to swim well before they move out of the den; another issue that is apparent recently. The benefits of a longer time in the nursery rise to his mind and he finds they outweight losing the opportunity to train new hunters for three moons; RiverClan has never struggled for prey much outside of leafbare, they could adjust to this easily.

"RiverClan will-" A shrill kitten mewl rises up in the crowd of cats, his single gaze flickers to a red ThunderClan apprentice who was at their first gathering most likely given their despair and size, his words are stifled in a sudden snort of restrained laughter - maybe with older apprentices they would have less outbursts like these perhaps, "....RiverClan will also agree to this." He finishes with a paw raised to his maw to cover the faint, amused smile there, "Though I will not be changing any cats ranks as they are, cats younger than six moons and already apprenticed will continue their duties as before. I don't think our youth would take too kindly to being shoved back in the nursey."
As quite eloquently noted by the young ginger tom below. As he settles back down to sit, deciding to share news once Chilledstar had also agreed, he realizes that he would get the enjoyment of informing Hazecloud of what was decided and knowing that his prior decision to keep her doing apprentice duties when the kits were promoted fades away. This would suffice as punishment enough. She'd be thrilled.

✘ I've got a reputation and a name to uphold. ✘ Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.

• Ooc - Will also do news after the code is official!
• 
  
  
  Smokestar
  —⊰⋅ Leader of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.
  

 

[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

Blazestars call for her attention is quick to end any mingling Roeflame had previously been engaged with, and the lead warrior would make swift work of getting both her and her new apprentice settled within their rightful places amongst the crowd, hoping to instill a habit of timeliness within Foxpaw from the start.
Stars knew she gave Flycatcher a few early gray hairs over the course of her own apprenticeship, she expected Foxpaw would be returning the favor soon enough.
Yet, as the youth lets questions tumble from her maw at a rampant speed, her voice barely tamed to a whisper, the tabby finds herself frantically thinking-
not this soon!
Blazestars words muddled amongst Foxpaws in her ear, Roeflame dips her head to try and redirect the apprentices attention.
"Foxpaw…" the silvery molly begins, only for her hushed whisper to be abruptly cut off by the sudden proposal.
What? The question cries, turning to look towards the leaders with a quizzical expression, the context for the new code churning in her mind, connecting the dots.
Before her own thoughts could come to a resolve, there is a cry from her flank. Honeyed optics are bulging in her direction as Roeflame whips her gaze back to Foxpaw, embarrassment flushing at her cheeks when she realizes that her own apprentice did indeed just screech out her opposition, in front of all five clans.
Roeflame that's not fair! I don't wanna go back to the nursery! I don't wanna!
Almost frozen in astonishment, Roeflame notices how Foxpaws tears almost disappear in the kitten fluff around her jaw, the true youth that shines in all-too-big optics.
In Foxpaws temper tantrum, Blazestar is proven entirely correct.
"Calm yourself, Foxpaw." Roeflame finally orders softly, bringing a forepaw behind the apprentices head in an attempt to let the apprentice lean against her own shoulder, to stifle the juvenile sniffles that fill the air.
"Now is not the time. We will talk when we get back to camp, or we can leave right this moment."
While the warrior would attempt for her words to be stern, she could not hide the sympathy that twisted at her maw as she looked back towards where Smokestar now cast his vote, feeling a proper amount of disguised humiliation and conflict.
What would Flycatcher do here?


"speech"
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• @FOXPAW

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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there is little that chilledstar enjoys agreeing about when it comes to other clans. but if they're being honest... this seemed like a no brainer. so many apprentices way too young to be out in the dangers of the world. no time to enjoy kithood. no time to be young and dumb, within the safety of the camp. they couldn't bare it anymore. to see dead apprentices, taken too soon. taken before they had a chance to even live. they close their eyes, offering a small sigh upon cold air. so many apprentices...they hated it so much. were they happier in starclan than they ever had been in shadowclan?

"...i will agree to this too."

they muttered. they don't have the fight in them to refute this.

"but much like smokestar, apprentices already apprenticed at four moons will not be shoved back into the nursery. we will take extra precautions whenever necessary."

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[FOXPAW]

Foxpaw feels her breathes grow heavy, her throat tightens as Smokestar too agrees to this new law. Then the black and white feline known as Chilledstar, they too agree. Foxpaw wants to scream. So long she has waited to become a 'paw', to train with her mentor and hunt and fight alongside her clan-mates. She's waited her turn, and now…? Now they were taking it away from her! Why couldn't they see how unfair this was!

'Calm yourself, Foxpaw' Roeflame orders, her voice soft yet Foxpaw catches a hint of sternness that is enough for her to try and stifle her whines and sobs. She gulps as she leans into her mentor's fur, it stifles her cries but even the strong scent of ThunderClan that clings to her pelt is not enough to calm her. In this moment she finds herself longing for Leopardtongue, her mother would understand. She'd still up to Howlingstar and tell her- 'my kits are strong enough.' She would- she would!

'We will talk when we get back to camp, or we will leave right this moment.' Foxpaw shrinks a little, "But- Roeflame-" Maybe leaving the gathering wouldn't be so bad. The tabby further tries to quiet herself, but rage and sorrow pound in her ears, her chest. So much emotion, so much anger and frustration, it hurt.

Everyone had told her she'd remember her first gathering forever, Foxpaw had thought they meant she would fondly. This- this was a terrible night, she wishes to wake up in her nest tomorrow for it just to be a bad dream. The cold that bites at her kitten-fur keeps her from believing in the hope too much, keeping her grounded in reality. Her apprenticeship had ended just as soon as it had started.

♧ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Foxaw
  » ThunderClan Apprentice
  » Mentored by Roeflame
  » She/they . AFAB
  » A red tabby & chocolate sepia she-cat with orange eyes.
  » "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack
• 
  » An incredibly easy foe with no combat training.
  » Likely to swat or flee depending on the size of foe.
  » Fights defensively and to save herself.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

 

[HOWLINGSTAR]

WHAT?

The shout pierces through the night air, earning looks from half the gathered cats. Howlingstar's own eyes roam the clearing, wide and surprised, trying to find who it came from until her sights land on...Foxpaw. Briefly, embarrassment washes over her - a brand new ThunderClan apprentices, well below six moons of age, interrupting a Gathering. Roeflame quickly begins to murmur to her apprentice in a scolding tone, and Foxpaw even begins to argue. Howlingstar draws herself back up to her paws and bellows a swift, sharp, "Foxpaw." If the apprentice were to look her way, she would be staring back with narrowed eyes and stern features. Silence. An almost apologetic look is given to Smokestar and Chilledstar, who belatedly agree to the new addition as well.

"Well, that's settled then. The Warrior Code has five laws." She nods to her counterparts, deciding Sootstar just won't get a vote on the matter. If she is too good to even show up to these sacred meetings anymore, she doesn't deserve to have a say in their most sacred set of laws.

"Now that that's done, I'd like to report that ThunderClan has named five new apprentices...Foxpaw," Who she's sure everyone knows of by now, "Bravepaw, Cougarpaw, Softpaw, and Vixenpaw. They have been assigned to be trained, respectively, by Roeflame, Sunfreckle, Freckleflame, Honeydapple, and Coyotebite. We have lost a warrior this moon, as well...Oakfang succumbed to his wounds given to him by an owl. He fought bravely to defend his clanmates, and we honor him tonight beneath the full moon." Her head dips in a moment of respect before she steps back, deciding to keep her news short this evening.​

 

[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail sat alongside @EELPAW , knowing that the young apprentice must be stoked to be at her very first gathering. He was excited for her— he wished he felt the same amount excitement during his first gathering, but his mentor wasn't nearly as enthusiastic as he had been. "You better shut up before the gathering begins, I don't need you to embarrass RiverClan tonight. Have I made myself clear, Foxpaw?" His mentor's hiss rang through his head like it was yesterday, and for a quick moment, he shakes his head. Stop dwelling in the past! He thinks to himself, his cinnamon tail wrapped around his paws. He watches as SkyClan's leader, Blazestar, takes a step forward, and gives his apprentice a gentle nudge; the gathering is about to begin!

Blazestar sounds... troubled to the young warrior. Even as the SkyClanner announces the more typical news— like how prey is running, new warriors and apprentices— it sounds like something is troubling him. Foxtail only has a brief moment to wonder what is eating at the SkyClan leader, before dread rushes through his veins. SkyClan apprentices— who are only a moon older than Eelpaw— severely harmed by a rogue ambush during a patrol. That could've happened to any patrol in RiverClan, with apprentices just as young or even younger tagging along. Compared to him, Eelpaw is so small. StarClan forbid they were ambushed by rogues, they would tower over his apprentice.

He quickly looks over to Smokestar, his heart racing as he awaits for their leader to respond to Blazestar. His ears slightly twitch in the direction of the ThunderClan apprentice, whom he imagines is a brand new apprentice at their first gathering... just like Eelpaw. Smokestar has seemed to notice the ThunderClanner's outburst as well, seemingly trying to compose himself before addressing Blazestar. "RiverClan will also agree to this." Smokestar responds, before addressing the present RiverClan apprentices who probably have the same question in mind. Will they have to go back to the nursey if they are younger than six moons? No, they won't.

The young warrior feels... conflicted. He feels relief that his apprentice won't have to go back to the nursery, but the RiverClanner also feels stress, after just trying to imagine what happened to those poor SkyClan apprentices. It'll be his responsibility to ensure that Eelpaw remains safe, and well trained, under his care.​

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ —— 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦

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  credit to tieirlys for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: tbd
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to nopeita for the pixel <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  15 moons
  

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[Moonbeam]

Quietly, Moonpaw had gathered where she was meant to be, fluffed up white fur pressed against Ravensong's own black in an attempt to use her taller mentor for body heat as much as he'd let her while eyes looked up towards the leaders as they began to speak, conversations dying down in hushed tones as Blazestar called out for the gathering to begin. She watched as he told of what had happened through the last moon that they hadn't met and the story of the apprentices and when he announced the idea for a new code the young feline couldn't help but part her maw in a slack-jawed act of surprise.

This wasn't a code that ultimately affected her, not outright anyway with her being three moons older than the proposed cut-off age, but Moonpaw knew that if she had been younger at the time of this code then she would not have liked the proposal, so eager to get out of and learn how to do stuff to help the clan instead of being stuck within the reed walls of camp. When more leaders began to speak up, all those gathered here tonight ultimately agreeing upon the code whether or not they were giving those apprenticed already more leeway was when he maw snapped shut and her head nod slowly. If the four leaders here agreed that it was for the best then it had to be, whether or not there would be outrage such as the shouting from Foxpaw or whatever waited for them at home when the kittens there that were so close to becoming apprentices learned about their backtracking of their promotion.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SMOKESTAR]

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So it was agreed then, no going back now, though he is quick to move past it less he let his thoughts get the best of him on the decision. It would surely be more beneficial than anything else. Howlingstar speaks of newly made apprentices and a loss he tilts his head in acknowledgement of, he is reminded now of why they came in the first place. Right, to share the news of their clans with one another. As usual Smokestar is quietly guarded, he so disliked airing their affairs before the others but it was less prominent an unease than it would be if WindClan was present. At the very least, differences aside, he could trust the remaining three leaders to behave. Like the black tabby leader he opts to keep things short and simple.

Once again mention of Hazecloud's litter is kept to himself, those kits would be announced come newleaf, the loss of one of them was not something Smokestar cared to parade about before the other clans and he was sure Lichentail wouldn't enjoy it being spread as well.

"...tonight with us is the last apprentice who will be named one at three moons, Foxtail mentors Eelpaw now and two new warriors join our ranks: Dipperfrost, trained by my very own deputy, and Perchberry, another promising young warrior I know will do RiverClan proud."
His tail lashes behind him as she shifts where he sits, the cold is still biting and he longs for the warmth of the next season like he knows many cats do. As much as he loathes even bothering to utter a word over the wretches that were cast from his clan, he wants them to be known to the other clans so that they will not be sparred by a more merciful leader nor permitted amongst the cats whose cultures they had so flagrantly disrespected again.

"This moon I have exiled two cats who came to us from a loner colony prior to the yellowcough epidemic, they refused to conform to our ways and did nothing but show my clan disrespect and even dared to unsheath their claws upon us." Him, specifically, but that was hardly worth mentioning, "They go by Deacon and Sasha and should you cross paths with them I insist you show no mercy as they would not show mercy unto you."

There was also the issue of the rogues near their territory growing a touch bolder and he skips over that to focus instead on what is more worth mentioning than anything else, "....RiverClan did suffer a few losses this moon as well. Reedbite succumbed to the cruelty of winter and Clayfur now walks among the stars alongside his mate at last and I hope that he finally knows peace at being reuinited. I hope he knows how missed he will be, for he was a longtime RiverClanner since the beginning when the five split at this very place to form our new clans. His services to his clanmates and his kindness will never be forgotten."

✘ I've got a reputation and a name to uphold. ✘ Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.

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

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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the agreement is quick and they're glad for that. they don't wanna be here longer than they have to, especially with very little news to share. they wait for their turn with gentle twitches of ears, and soft scrunches of their nose before nodding as it circles back to being their turn.

"minkkit and yellowkit have finally earned their apprentice names. they will be the last to receive their names at such a young age."

that may or may not be a lie. they don't know yet. they don't know what they're going to do. but that was a problem for later, wasn't it?

"and eeriepaw and jitterpaw have become warriors. eerienight and jitterbug. they are... wonderful editions to the warrior ranks and I have no doubts in their abilities. especially with everything they've been through."

they give a brief nod.

"the final two things I will speak on is the fact that siltcloud and granitepelt continue to cause problems. siltcloud killed comfreypaw in cold blood, and granitepelt nearly killed starlingheart. if you see either of them, it would behoove you to strip them of their lives as they have done to others."

they're so angry about it. if smogmaw was half as smart as he claimed to be, he would have ordered them dead right then and there while chilledstar died in their den. but they digress. not was not the time.

"if that's everything, shadowclan is leaving."
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[Mothfur]

♪ Like a moth to a flame ♪ ---- Mothfur joins alongside his clanmates with full intent in listening in so he can share news to those who couldn't make it, he was asked to do so. The tom wasn't for big meetings, usually losing his focus daydreaming, but he had wanted to impress someone. He listened closely, storing what he could from the news spoken.

Not realizing, Mothfur stood awkwardly among the crowd... He sat crooked with his maw slightly open. Mothfur was later awoken from a clanmate checking on him. Oh mouse-dung... He blushed and looked around to see if anyone else spotted his bad posture. The tom later continues to listen in bespite being embarrassed.

A new warrior code? The tom stood confused; this was unheard of... He agreed with the new rule, but never knew it was even possible to change the warrior code. He got to thinking, figuring out that it was common sense. Mothfur scoffs at his stupidity for a moment, but then chats to the cat next to him about the change.
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