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he does not scale his stone, nor call for attention. enough stare at him for some to approach and his tail lifts in approval, drawing eyes, drawing ears. some murmur to gain attention of others, but bit by bit, his warriors will assemble around him. there are many, bright - eyed, old and young. he knows each of them, some their kin and beyond. he knows some of them will pass in the moons that follow, and he will see their ghosts in the stars above. does anyone else read constellations in their eyes? instead of mulling an answer, his voice lifts, ” i come with grave.. “ he begins, voice crackling with it, ” but important news. last night, i met with blazestar, chilledstar, howlingstar and even sootstar. “ some twist their nose, and he does as well, lifting his chin against it. even that scrap of flesh and fur had decided to attend, unburdened by her drooling lackeys and cooperative, for the first time since her days in the marsh. he did not trust it still, but life was grim enough without the moorland wretch showing her claws for one reason or another.
” starclan whispers to us. they say that this plague will reign on until we come together, and make a difficult decision as one. we met under a treaty of peace, on the hallowed grounds of fourtrees, beneath the eyes of our ancestors and discussed what this could possibly mean for our future. “ stalling, perhaps. painting a story of grandeur and star blessings, guided in the light of those already passed.. those that look out for them now. he does not tell of the terror in ravensong’s eyes when he stuttered a dream at him, tells nothing of the apprehension snapping between each leader like a taut wire ready to pop. maybe it had all been him. regardless, the leader hopes it beams in his eyes — hope. fire, confidence.. and not the silver - tongued snake he is, slithering about the tall grass ready to inject sure death into his victims. should he pick off the weak? send the strong, sturdy? he would meet somewhere in the middle it seems, ” the forest is scarce of lungwort — but our medicine cats believe to have discovered where it grows freely. far in the mountains, beyond the grassy hills and meadowlands. “
make it sound like an adventure, a part of him murmurs, dead eyed and still within him. the leader’s heart is still too warm for it, still shows the glint of anguish in his eye before it leaves his tongue. a glimpse of guilt. a sentence, ” we have decided to send our best and most trusted to this place, guided by the paws of our ancestors, and find where this herb grows so abundantly. yellowcough has devastated us, and we have been the luckiest of them — our river has protected our numbers, but it can only do so much. “ he thinks of flutterpaw. flutter, just as he’d told smokethroat he’d wanted to name his own child, though neither two had suited. the third and youngest, yes — but perhaps that name, too, was a curse now, ” these warriors will join those sent by thunderclan, skyclan, shadowclan and windclan.. and embark on a journey to save our clans. “ to save them all. this sickness would pick them each off, one by one.. it is foretold. the forest will rip itself apart in agony elsewise.
cicadastar sits straighter, now. his throat clicks, ” it will be perilous, but riverclan is strong. riverclan is proud, and unafraid. all of that and more..will be needed here. volunteers, please make yourselves known. “ the muscle in his jaw flexes: clenching shut, releasing, clenching shut. and here it is, ” otherwise, i will be choosing amongst you for myself. “ this is mandatory. he hoped, to the stars above, that at least one of them with raise a voice in offer. how many would he send to their deaths?
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i. only those chosen and in the discord for the journey may volunteer, though you also have the choice to remain silent and be chosen by cicadastar !! dm me here or on discord if you’d rather that route < 3
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★ ⋆ CICADASTAR
−−−−FOUNDING LEADER OF RIVERCLAN. HOMOSEXUAL, MATED TO SMOKETHROAT. FIFTY MOONS, FATHER TO STARLIGHTKIT, CICADAKIT && BEEKIT. PENNED BY ANTLERS−−−−−⁺₊✧
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── smells like wet moss and meadowland thunderstorms.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── notoriously paranoid and closed off, cicadastar will tend to lie, assume, and jump to conclusions whenever it suits him. any 'suspicious' ic actions he witnesses or hears about will have a strong effect, and will have ic consequences! if you're unsure of an interactions outcome, please feel free to send a dm!
no character opinions represent my own.
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