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dark clouds roll over the evening sky, newleaf breathing life into the swaying willows, small leaves overturned and rattling against the wind. a storm is rousing, but he is thrilled. it shows upon bicolored features, a smile pulling at sharp cheeks — the gathering had gone well. beyond well, chilledstar’s pleased expression in his direction, soot’s rampant nerves, claiming smogmaw threatened her with attack. she was frightened, and it was a good look, far better to look at than the gnarled ripped of flesh ribboned over her chest. the man ascends the gnarled root, slim paws keeping him steadfast to its chipping bark, ” all those old enough to swim, gather before me for a clan meeting. “ cicadastar settles, angles his paws and stands tall above the accumulating crowd, " cindershade will be assigning patrols this evening. keep your ears open, as lakemoon has reported, the waters have receded in camp. she will be sending a group to begin clean up. " his head lifts, proud, ” in only a short time, we will be able to return. once again will we nest where we belong! “ back home, back where the waters protected them at all sides — where windclan never would have reached them.
ripples of cheer and howls of excitement sound from the flock of riverclanners and the man pauses, before clearing his throat loudly, ” now.. before we continue onto gathering events, some more pleasant news. gillpaw. iciclepaw. it is time for you both to become warriors. “
the first. the child who’d witnessed his mentor fall to the claws of some windclan mangepelt, his eyes soften just slightly as he finds him amidst the crowd, ” @GILLPAW . as one of my dearest friends, i know clearsight trained you well. he taught you bravery, compassion. he taught you the ways of riverclan, the noble ways of starclan, and i commend you with your warrior name in turn. “ the blue - swirled tom should be here. he should be pressed to clayfur, watching the ceremony with watery eyes, ever emotion - ruled, ” for your perception and quick decision - making abilities, running to skyclan for help despite their lack of it — and in honor of your late mentor, watching now from the stars. “ perhaps it didn’t hurt as much as it did clayfur, but his chest burns, feels his throat do the same. he would be proud of you. when i see him — when i see him, i will tell him. starclan, let me see him, i name you gillsight. may you continue to watch over your clanmates. “ cheers. woops and caws of congratulations, before his tail lifts suddenly, tapering the sound off into a steady silence.
” @iciclepaw . smokethroat has trained you hard, and i have seen you grow stronger to match. when my lead came to me in recommendation of an early ceremony, i had my worries.. but your assessment put them to rest. “ the tortoiseshell has grown beyond that tuft of multicolored fur, writhing at icesparkle’s belly. the first of many riverclan kits to come — pride wells within him, ears perked and chest puffed. a true riverclanner, born and raised beyond the waters. time never stops, never lets up.. he hoped mudpelt was proud, wherever he was amidst the throng. he wondered what it felt like, to watch one’s child become a warrior when even this felt so golden, ” you have fought in many battles, have handled yourself against enemies, have aided our allies when in trouble. for the combat prowess passed down from your mentor, for your sharpness — “ sharp tongue, sharp claws, sharp wit, ” i name you iciclefang. may starclan always guide your paws in battle. “ his head dips, letting the crowd roar once again. gillsight, iciclefang! gillsight, iciclefang!
as the yowls fade, he begins again — onto darker news, " as those present at the gathering already know, windclan is suspicious of an attack. their leader is paranoid, with only a pawful of her mutts in attendance. they are scared. she is right to be. “ his tongue whisks over his agape maw, slips into the healed dip where frost had eaten at rubberblack lips, ” we’ve suffered much these past moons, but riverclan will not be showing its belly. windclan has taken precious herbs from us, stormed our camp, taken our warriors. it is only fair we return their favor — but we are recovering still. beesong works hard to replenish their stock, and as much as i would like to storm them now, we must be patient. we must be smart. “ his throat clears, head ripping upwards — condifent, despite the wild glint in his eye. “ with soot already keeping her warriors from the gathering’s neutral ground, we will have time. we will have time to prepare, while they burrow in their hidey holes like the frightened rabbits they are. so let them! let them cower and hide! “ his voice rises, casting over the reactions of those before him, pallid eyes searching for hesitance — defiance, ” she has destined her warriors to their fate. so rest, recover. you will know when it is time. “
slitted eyes scan them, carefully, individually. wouldnt they all want those dogs punished? wouldn’t they all like to fill the places divine intervention had failed? were they not starclan’s warriors, bound still to this mortal coil? they should be so honored to work in their favor, to shoulder the discomfort of the heavens, just as he did, " they will come to the surface eventually, and by then, we will be stronger. we will be prepared. “ will you lie down now and be fed to the dogs, will you lie down now and let them storm us again — will you let them raid skyclan, shadowclan, let them run amok in a forest they’ve stained with blood? ” and smogmaw, for shadowclan’s credit, may have had the right idea. “ skyclan. skyclan. shadowclan was a liability, a risk, ” @CLAYFUR , @Snakeblink , and gillsight. you will be attending a patrol alongside me to skyclan’s border. after our incident, blazestar is owed a little conversation. “
the tall felidae searches for those he’d called, all chosen for a reason, " moving forward.. from soot’s paranoia of an attack by skyclan, riverclan and shadowclan — stars know why — and subsequent attack on smogmaw, chilledstar has introduced a new code that all leaders have agreed upon. do not hunt or trespass on another clan's territory. “ murmurs. murmurs from the crowd, to which he nods slow, ears tipping backward at the implications. oh, he felt the same, ” if you believe this hypocritical of most, i am with you. even howlingstar stood and agreed to these terms with her warriors bellies full of stolen prey, from stolen land — so let this be a reminder, sunningrocks does not belong to them! we are not to blame for thunderclans shortcomings, we are not to blame for our strength and their weakness! “ how the plump tabby had claimed them well fed, as if they’d not toiled beyond the iced river for moons, as if they’d not seen the way it had frozen over, forced them from their home, ” sunningrocks will be cleared of those vermin soon, let them enjoy the scraps they manage to steal from our kits bellies.. but you are not to treat these rocks as thunderclans. you are to hunt this stretch just as you do the rest of our riverlands, leave your scent! “ its nearly snarled, an unsheathed paw stomping against a jut of root, shallow scrapes of claw raking into chipping wood, ” know that thunderclanners are lurking, know that they will spit and fight and accuse you of trespassing, accusing you of the very crime they are committing. be safe, but do not tuck your tail! “
do not run, simper and hide. weakness bleeds from their tragedies, drained from the lacerations born of misfortunes they’d suffered in moons past, ” riverclan has never been weak! riverclan has never rolled over, has never allowed another clan to steal from under our noses — i will NOT allow it to start now! we are not thunderclan, we will not ask! we will not whine and beg for territory that is rightfully ours! “ he shouts, hopes the determination in his voice rouses those before him, “ do not forget, even soot had come to us in the beginning, crawling on her belly and licking our paws for forgiveness! why do you think that is? “ his teeth clench, drag together, grins a wide, toothy grin, ” we are strong. something to be feared. they all know it, just as we do. if they want to attack us while we’re down, flooded from our camp, we will remind them that our weakness was only temporary. theirs is not. “
ripples of cheer and howls of excitement sound from the flock of riverclanners and the man pauses, before clearing his throat loudly, ” now.. before we continue onto gathering events, some more pleasant news. gillpaw. iciclepaw. it is time for you both to become warriors. “
the first. the child who’d witnessed his mentor fall to the claws of some windclan mangepelt, his eyes soften just slightly as he finds him amidst the crowd, ” @GILLPAW . as one of my dearest friends, i know clearsight trained you well. he taught you bravery, compassion. he taught you the ways of riverclan, the noble ways of starclan, and i commend you with your warrior name in turn. “ the blue - swirled tom should be here. he should be pressed to clayfur, watching the ceremony with watery eyes, ever emotion - ruled, ” for your perception and quick decision - making abilities, running to skyclan for help despite their lack of it — and in honor of your late mentor, watching now from the stars. “ perhaps it didn’t hurt as much as it did clayfur, but his chest burns, feels his throat do the same. he would be proud of you. when i see him — when i see him, i will tell him. starclan, let me see him, i name you gillsight. may you continue to watch over your clanmates. “ cheers. woops and caws of congratulations, before his tail lifts suddenly, tapering the sound off into a steady silence.
” @iciclepaw . smokethroat has trained you hard, and i have seen you grow stronger to match. when my lead came to me in recommendation of an early ceremony, i had my worries.. but your assessment put them to rest. “ the tortoiseshell has grown beyond that tuft of multicolored fur, writhing at icesparkle’s belly. the first of many riverclan kits to come — pride wells within him, ears perked and chest puffed. a true riverclanner, born and raised beyond the waters. time never stops, never lets up.. he hoped mudpelt was proud, wherever he was amidst the throng. he wondered what it felt like, to watch one’s child become a warrior when even this felt so golden, ” you have fought in many battles, have handled yourself against enemies, have aided our allies when in trouble. for the combat prowess passed down from your mentor, for your sharpness — “ sharp tongue, sharp claws, sharp wit, ” i name you iciclefang. may starclan always guide your paws in battle. “ his head dips, letting the crowd roar once again. gillsight, iciclefang! gillsight, iciclefang!
as the yowls fade, he begins again — onto darker news, " as those present at the gathering already know, windclan is suspicious of an attack. their leader is paranoid, with only a pawful of her mutts in attendance. they are scared. she is right to be. “ his tongue whisks over his agape maw, slips into the healed dip where frost had eaten at rubberblack lips, ” we’ve suffered much these past moons, but riverclan will not be showing its belly. windclan has taken precious herbs from us, stormed our camp, taken our warriors. it is only fair we return their favor — but we are recovering still. beesong works hard to replenish their stock, and as much as i would like to storm them now, we must be patient. we must be smart. “ his throat clears, head ripping upwards — condifent, despite the wild glint in his eye. “ with soot already keeping her warriors from the gathering’s neutral ground, we will have time. we will have time to prepare, while they burrow in their hidey holes like the frightened rabbits they are. so let them! let them cower and hide! “ his voice rises, casting over the reactions of those before him, pallid eyes searching for hesitance — defiance, ” she has destined her warriors to their fate. so rest, recover. you will know when it is time. “
slitted eyes scan them, carefully, individually. wouldnt they all want those dogs punished? wouldn’t they all like to fill the places divine intervention had failed? were they not starclan’s warriors, bound still to this mortal coil? they should be so honored to work in their favor, to shoulder the discomfort of the heavens, just as he did, " they will come to the surface eventually, and by then, we will be stronger. we will be prepared. “ will you lie down now and be fed to the dogs, will you lie down now and let them storm us again — will you let them raid skyclan, shadowclan, let them run amok in a forest they’ve stained with blood? ” and smogmaw, for shadowclan’s credit, may have had the right idea. “ skyclan. skyclan. shadowclan was a liability, a risk, ” @CLAYFUR , @Snakeblink , and gillsight. you will be attending a patrol alongside me to skyclan’s border. after our incident, blazestar is owed a little conversation. “
the tall felidae searches for those he’d called, all chosen for a reason, " moving forward.. from soot’s paranoia of an attack by skyclan, riverclan and shadowclan — stars know why — and subsequent attack on smogmaw, chilledstar has introduced a new code that all leaders have agreed upon. do not hunt or trespass on another clan's territory. “ murmurs. murmurs from the crowd, to which he nods slow, ears tipping backward at the implications. oh, he felt the same, ” if you believe this hypocritical of most, i am with you. even howlingstar stood and agreed to these terms with her warriors bellies full of stolen prey, from stolen land — so let this be a reminder, sunningrocks does not belong to them! we are not to blame for thunderclans shortcomings, we are not to blame for our strength and their weakness! “ how the plump tabby had claimed them well fed, as if they’d not toiled beyond the iced river for moons, as if they’d not seen the way it had frozen over, forced them from their home, ” sunningrocks will be cleared of those vermin soon, let them enjoy the scraps they manage to steal from our kits bellies.. but you are not to treat these rocks as thunderclans. you are to hunt this stretch just as you do the rest of our riverlands, leave your scent! “ its nearly snarled, an unsheathed paw stomping against a jut of root, shallow scrapes of claw raking into chipping wood, ” know that thunderclanners are lurking, know that they will spit and fight and accuse you of trespassing, accusing you of the very crime they are committing. be safe, but do not tuck your tail! “
do not run, simper and hide. weakness bleeds from their tragedies, drained from the lacerations born of misfortunes they’d suffered in moons past, ” riverclan has never been weak! riverclan has never rolled over, has never allowed another clan to steal from under our noses — i will NOT allow it to start now! we are not thunderclan, we will not ask! we will not whine and beg for territory that is rightfully ours! “ he shouts, hopes the determination in his voice rouses those before him, “ do not forget, even soot had come to us in the beginning, crawling on her belly and licking our paws for forgiveness! why do you think that is? “ his teeth clench, drag together, grins a wide, toothy grin, ” we are strong. something to be feared. they all know it, just as we do. if they want to attack us while we’re down, flooded from our camp, we will remind them that our weakness was only temporary. theirs is not. “
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i. activity shoutouts go to @Lakemoon . @LILYBLOOM. @Catfishpaw @Smokethroat @ravenpaw @Snakeblink and @Cindershade !! thank yall so much for everything you do < 3
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˖ ⁺ 。 ˚ ⠀ CICADASTAR⠀⠀
−−−c−−−⠀⠀king of the rivers.
ᨒ gay, mated to smokethroat. smells like wet stone & moss.
ᨒ speaks with a german accent. 43 moons, ages every 50 posts.
penned by antlers
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