private FIVE LEAVES ✧ leader meeting

[BLAZESTAR]

Since their inception, the five Clans of the forest had remained strictly divided, contained within well-patrolled and marked borders and driven to protect what is theirs with tooth and claw. Blazestar had been uneasy since Dawnglare and Fireflypaw’s return from the Moonstone—but he knows StarClan has sent their messages for a reason.

His trek through ThunderClan’s territory is quiet, even with Howlingstar at his side. His expression is vaguely troubled as the two StarClan-blessed felines slip through tree shadow and moonbeam. He trusts the honorable ThunderClan leader, but part of him wishes he’d thought to bring some show of power with him to ward off trouble from Sootstar. Surely that’s not what StarClan wants, he thinks to himself wearily. And surely she is not so mad as to attack any of us when only the five of us are present.

Dawnglare’s dream—his message from Morningpaw—had been a warning, but the medicine cat had told him the other Clans had received different messages. An image of mountains, lungwort clusters glistening with frost, the symbolic five leaves on the creeper vine, and a message about a vine stunted without all of its leaves… and only when the five medicine cats and their apprentices put their minds together did they discover what was at the heart of the message. We must go to the mountains to harvest the lungwort.

Now that he is faced with the reality of what StarClan wants, he feels ill at ease. Getting Howlingstar and Cicadastar to agree to such a dangerous mission is one thing—but isolated Chilledstar and violent Sootstar? And what’s more, Blazestar isn’t sure he agrees with the message himself. The Clans have never worked together before, and with the strife between all five of them, he does not know if their meeting tonight will be fruitful. This is no Gathering, after all—the moon is swollen and round, but it is not yet full, not yet the time for peace between the five Clans.

After what seems like an eternity, Blazestar’s paws begin to glide over the velveteen grasses beneath the ancient oaks. The flame point sits, tail flicking nervously, as he waits for other pairs of eyes to appear from the darkness around them.

✧ INFO.

• @HOWLINGSTAR @CICADASTAR @SOOTSTAR @CHILLEDSTAR.
• 
  — blaise . blazestar
  — he/him ; leader of skyclan
  — pansexual ; divorced ; single
  — longhaired flame point Ragdoll with blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Mercibun

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

The stout leader is dwarfed by her companion, but she carries herself with the same dignity as the pair of them strolls into the clearing. Despite her calm exterior, her heart races with apprehension. The prophecy her son had been given was vague, frustratingly so. But Berryheart had been able to assign some sort of meaning to it. ThunderClan must protect the clans. Why else would he be told that the vine would not survive, if even one of the five leaves fell from it? It had to mean her clan had a job to do. They had to make sure no clan ever fell. A heavy burden, but an honorable one she would carry dutifully.

So when Berryheart had returned from the half-moon gathering with a finished puzzle, she had been eager to agree to the medicine cats' proposal that the leaders meet. She waits next to Blazestar in the moonlit clearing, listening for the rustle of approaching paws or the glint of glowing eyes in the darkness.​

 

[CICADASTAR]

his eyes are the first to be seen — a glowing blue fire, slitted from the shroud of trees bigger, thicker than his willows. he moves like a shadow, silent aside from the faintest tip-tip-tip of oversaturated curls dripping rhythmically into the grass underpaw. his stare is wide, unseeing if his peers didn’t know any better. a heavy settle into the grass a foxlength away, unwilling to draw closer in fear of the latch of sickness he refuses to carry back over the river. to be here itches at his fur, the barest quelling of his twisting expression causing marred lips to twitch into a subtle grimace — the skyclan leader is present, along with the stouter thunderclan leader, reeking of herb and residue.

ravensong had suggested he attend, and for once, the mottled felidae listens with ears inclined.. but he does not intend to come any closer than could be considered partially rude. he feels as though he could see is, crawling over stripes and pointed orange like an infection themselves. he’d kits in his den, his children — still spoken naught of, protection outgrowing his need to crow it to the moon.. but the moon is not full, and he wraps his tail neat around ivory paws where he settles aside the root of their four, looming oaks. skyclan, and thunderclan by extension, was a detriment. he is no fool to the oak scent clinging to blazestar’s pelt now, and he fixes him with a cold, steady stare in lieu of acknowledging howlingstar’s presence herself.

but ravensong had insisted this right — implored him, an omen only partially caught. their answer lies in this meeting, as much as his ears threaten to pin back. ravensong had said to go alone, else his sides would be blocked by petalnose and snakeblink. he feels bare, precarious ; this meeting, they should all hope, would do more good than harm, " evening. " low velvet of a thing, clipped. let this not last long.

COLD & CRUEL LIKE WINDS ON THE SEA  ╱ INFORMATION ✟

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• ★ ⋆ CICADASTAR −−−− FOUNDING LEADER OF RIVERCLAN. HOMOSEXUAL, MATED TO SMOKETHROAT. FIFTY MOONS, FATHER TO STARLIGHTKIT, CICADAKIT && BEEKIT. PENNED BY ANTLERS −−−−− ⁺₊✧
  
  
  he / him. tall, elegantly curled smoke tortoiseshell chimera with intense salt blue eyes. his structure sings a feral sort of hymnal, presenting an almost dangerous sort of beauty veiling what monstrosities lie beneath the ivory of his skull. jutting jawline and a squared chin, sunken cheeks drawing a shadow beneath high, sharp cheekbones with tall, angular ears settling high atop the flatter slope of his cranium. he is beautiful ; lucifer in the eyes of an envious god. for all his looks, his expression is lax, void — corpse - eyed and hollow until spoken to, sparking the undead to life. he is tall, lean, cut - glass pretty ; he smiles with too - many teeth, blackened frostbite pulling back his maw to bear canines setn beneath curling whiskers, pantomime skeletal. a predatory gracefulness from the lines that press the image of exhaustion beneath ice water hues to the slow, sure gait in which he walks, nameless strength poorly concealed within the hard lines of his physique. descending from a heritage of overtyped oriental shorthairs, cicadastar stands unnaturally tall amongst his peers, always holding himself with a tragic sort of grace ; poised, prim, and uncannily aware of how he appears.
  
  ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 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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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

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

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this was dangerous. this was stupid. this was... the only way. their brows furrowed as they made their trek to the trees. they felt uneasy. why had starclan wanted this to be a thing? why couldn't they just stop others from dying without some bull about uniting the clans? they didn't understand... but maybe it wasn't for them to understand. as they approach, they look around for the last leader but she's yet to get here. they still don't want to wait any longer. sootstar could catch up when she got here.

"so... what do you all make of this?"

they ask, sitting beside cicadastar.

"starlingheart seems to think we will all find what we need in the mountains but... with so many sick cats..."
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[BLAZESTAR]

Blazestar stiffens as the shadows move, one streaked across the face with a blaze of white, the other dappled softly with snow. Two pairs of ice-veiled eyes rake over their coats, Cicadastar’s with a frosty disdain that makes the Ragdoll’s pelt prickle. Perhaps the RiverClan leader had agreed with Sootstar’s accusations after all—further cemented when the lanky tom seats himself a considerable distance away. He is acutely aware of how close to Howlingstar he must seem, but he only gives his head a gentle shake, the wind mussing the cream-gold mane about his throat. “Hello, Cicadastar.” He is perfectly cordial, but there’s no more warmth in his response than he was given.

It's Chilledstar, to his surprise, who breaks the silence first. “So… what do you all make of this?” Blazestar frowns, nodding as they state what their medicine cat’s conclusion had been. “Dawnglare says the same.” He presses a paw into the dew-flecked grass, searching for answers in the verdant strands that he knows he will not find. “If this is the only way to save our Clans, then we must go.” An amber ear flicks. “Do you think… do you think StarClan means for the leaders themselves to go?” He does not like that idea at all. To leave his Clan in Orangeblossom’s paws while there are sick and dead cats for her to contend with on top of ordinary stressors… he shakes his head half-despairingly as he says it.

✧ INFO.

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• 
  — blaise . blazestar
  — he/him ; leader of skyclan
  — pansexual ; divorced ; single
  — longhaired flame point Ragdoll with blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Mercibun

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[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR​

Sootstar, though on the mend still suffers from a hoarse voice. The scent of illness only faintly clinging to her fur, but it was hard to tell if it radiated from her own skin or had been picked up by clan-mates. Green eyes find four leaders sitting amongst themselves, the conversation just beginning. The small she-cat makes her way over but maintains a safe distance, she looks around wearily... had no one truly brought any of their warriors? Sootstar was surprised she had come with no escorts... but she was not scared and she'd not allow the other clan leaders to think so. However, she also did not want to be made for a fool... she could be struck down here and now if the other leaders saw fit. She has to reason with herself, that she will not be killed tonight. Wolfsong is the one who instructed her to meet here, the other medicine cats would've done the same for the other leaders. Surely, they would've had no time to orchestrate her undoing...? She decides to keep her guard up, the way her fur prickles revealing how uneased she is. Her nose wrinkles at the idea of leaving her clan behind. She does not want to leave her home... Badgermoon would be able to handle the responsibility, but she did not want to give it to him; nor did she want to give it to anybody else. "StarClan gave us nine lives to lead. Our clans would be left in shambles without us to guide them." She spouts whatever nonsense she could come up with on the spot, it comes easily to her. "I must remain in the moors, that is where my clan needs me most. However, I have cats untouched by the illness who could go... Surely your clans do as well?" Her cold gaze travels across the other leaders, her head lifting to meet their eyes.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » 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

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar lifts her chin as the three other leaders enter the clearing, one by one. She notes how close Cicadastar and Chilledstar sit to each other, their blossoming friendship becoming ever clearer. Sootstar sits further away, her pelt rippling with tension. The ThunderClan leader gives away nothing in her expression, only mewing her greetings to the lot of them before Chilledstar begins.

She listens to the others speak, chin tucked to her chest in thought. She nods in agreement, finally, with Sootstar. "I know I am no young cat. My bones grow wearier with each passing moon. This journey is not for me, but I know my warriors would be just as capable - more so, even," She states, blinking to look at each leader in turn. Another heartbeat passes and she adds on, "So, that's what we'll do, then? Send our strongest to the mountains to retrieve the lungwort? We will need some strong warriors to remain back as well...to hunt for the sick and guard our camps."​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR​

Howlingstar is right, Sootstar cannot help but think. She cannot imagine the older molly making such a perilous journey across the forest. Despite being among the newer leaders Sootstar bets if any of them were to not come back alive, it’d be her. Sootstar nods, ”I think that’d be wisest. In order to keep some of our strong warriors at home WindClan may have to consider sending a pawful of apprentices.” The other clans have always been strange and coddled their apprentices. She expects some odd looks, but shrugs them off. “They are young, youthful and eager to prove themselves to their clan. With the guidance of the attending warriors I trust they’ll be able to be kept safe.”

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Soot ․ Sootstar
  » WindClan Leader
  » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
  » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » 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

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