camp FORGED IN FIRE ★ OCTOBER MEETING

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕"As you all have probably heard by now, I have added an addition to the Warrior Code. The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires, or is exiled. It was agreed upon by the leaders at the gathering, and will now be a part of our laws. Never again will another clan have to go through what we had under Skyclaw's short rule. During our absence the previous moon, Orangestar added another law. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice. Even though we were not there to agree to the addition, Thunderclan will accept this new rule and will add it to our teachings of the Warrior Code." She had wondered how Cherryblossom's inexperience as a warrior would serve as a deputy, and she could only assume by the recent addition to the laws they lived by that it hadn't gone well. A deputy was someone a leader could trust to take over the clan if anything happened to them, so she agreed with this new rule wholeheartedly. "Riverclan and Shadowclan have warned of foxes in their territories, so I want all patrols to be on alert for the time being." They were just now almost healed from the battle against Skyclaw, the last thing the clan needed was a fox attack. "I have also agreed to allow Moonbeam to continue her training under Gentlestorm. She will continue her schedule here as it had been under Howlingstar, and I expect her to be treated as a guest." It was not uncommon knowledge that she distrusted their neighboring clan, so the news may come as a surprise to some.

This meeting would not be as eventful as their former had been. The past few moon cycles had been kind to them, and there were no apprentices that needed reassigning. There was however an apprentice who had passed his assessment. Her eyes glittered with pride as she focused on Tallpaw. She had been thinking about his new name since Boartooth came into her den with the news. "Tallpaw, please step forward." She paused as she made her way down the Highrock, giving him time to make his way to the front. " I, Flamestar, leader of Thunderclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in their turn. Tallpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Once he accepted, she would continue. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Tallpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Tallstep. StarClan honors your independence and adaptability, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Thunderclan." She then leaned forward and rested her chin on top of his head while the clan began to chant his name. Once he licked her shoulder, she took a step back and met his gaze. She dipped her head with a smile, her eyes beaming warmly as he turned to acknowledge his friends. This was her favorite part about leading...seeing the excitement and pride in her clanmate's gazes. It was heartwarming.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc. Activity Shoutouts for September go out to @Flamestar @GENTLESTORM @nightbird @ROEFLAME . @RACCOONSTRIPE @leafhusk @STORMYWING @THUNDERGLEAM @PALEFIRE @doepath ࿔ @roaringsun @Softsight @ORANGEPAW. @WRATHHOWL @badgerstripe
  Keep up the awesome work everyone!
  
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[WILDHEART]

A new rule? Wildheart blinked slowly as he listened to Flamestar as she explained things. He found himself agreeing with the new rulings, it made sense. Though he wasn’t sure how well incidents such as Skyclaw’s could be prevented, especially when there was enough backing and claws at the ready to push the reign of a tyrant. Still, he nodded his head and remained silent.

The tom straightened up when the latest ceremony was started. It was Tallpaw’s turn to step up into warrior hood. ”Tallstep! Tallstep! Tallstep!” Wildheart let his voice boom out as he let the new name fill the air.
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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ This moon’s meeting will be nowhere as eventful as the past one, Hopepaw thinks. Flamestar has settled into her role as ThunderClan’s leader, with no bloodshed apart from what was already owed. Wrathpaw… deserved to be exiled. Wrathpaw is lucky that Gentlestorm didn’t feed him one of those berries that Ivorypaw and Coltpaw almost ate. But this meeting seems to be starting with good news, as the red tabby hauls herself to the top of the Highrock and announces that she had suggested a new addition to the warrior code when she went to the gathering: the clan’s deputy will become its leader when the old leader is gone. It seems to make sense, so Hopepaw nods along easily with the new rule. Of course Flamestar should be the new leader, since that’s what the deputy was supposed to do anyway. It wasn’t her fault that Skyclaw… that Skyclaw…

Anyway. The leader goes on to tell the clan about another new part of the warrior code, where the deputy has to mentor an apprentice before being allowed to be the deputy. That also makes sense, she thinks. But does that mean Lovelight could be the deputy for Flamestar now? That would surely be an interesting turn of events, but an unlikely one from what Hopepaw has seen. Lovelight seems much more interested in hanging out with Lightflower than she is with achieving a higher rank. Which… isn’t a bad thing at all, just a funny thing that the lilac-furred apprentice has noticed. Whatever makes her mentor happy is fine with Hopepaw. The meeting takes a suddenly less-happy turn, Flamestar’s voice going serious for a moment as she explains some of the other clans’ recent fights against foxes. Hopepaw can’t imagine what it would be like, seeing a fox in real life. She’s heard they’re big, but not as big as a wolf—and that makes her think of Batwing, and she lets out a soft breath. Her father was fearless; he would have fought a fox and won. But Flamestar only tells them all to be on the lookout, and so Hopepaw nods along studiously.

Next, the tabby-striped leader announces something even worse than any of the other news. Gentlestorm is going back to RiverClan. He’s going to leave again, some days, and even though Hopepaw will surely be busy with her apprentice duties while he’s gone, she’ll still know that he isn’t in camp. He’ll be out there somewhere she can’t see him, maybe safe and maybe not—what if a fox attacks him? RiverClan said they were having trouble with foxes… and what if he just doesn’t come back one day? He’d promised to take Hopepaw and Coalpaw with him to the river someday. He can’t just leave them behind now.

The rest of the meeting isn’t as important to the girl anymore. She likes Tallstep, but she can’t quite muster up the enthusiasm he deserves as she cheers his name alongside her clanmates. "Tallstep!" The bicolored tom is a bit strange, and very quiet, but that’s part of why she likes him. He’s good company—better than kits, at least.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Flamestar ascends the Highrock, her voice booming over the quieting masses of ThunderClan. She tells them of the addition she's made to the warrior code — "The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires, or is exiled." Raccoonstripe gives a sharp nod, his fur prickling with interest. Does this lead-in mean she is preparing to choose who will succeed her? But no. Flamestar goes on to tell them of a code proposed by Orangestar when they'd been absent the previous moon. "A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice."

Raccoonstripe's ears flick with surprise. Cherryblossom must not be the deputy anymore, then. He knew the young upstart must be feeling that sting, and while he sympathizes, the tabby finds himself agreeing with Orangestar's proposed law. He had been trusted time and time again with the Clan's youth, for better or worse; Wildheart, Moonwhisper, Thistlepaw, and now Scarletpaw all studied under his tutelage. If anything, this gives me a better chance.

Flamestar continues: she has allowed Moonbeam to resume her little trips into ThunderClan's camp. The tabby's dark eyes narrow, and he shoots Gentlestorm a wary look. Sometimes I wonder just where your loyalties lie. Medicine cat or not, the white-furred she-cat is RiverClan through and through, and she has no business in their camp, eating their prey, learning their secrets...

Still. He does not verbalize this. Not here, anyway. Perhaps Flamestar will entertain him better in private.

The ginger she-cat calls Tallpaw forward for his warrior ceremony. "Tallstep," their leader names him, and the Clan bursts into cheers. Raccoonstripe is quick to add his own voice: "Tallstep! Tallstep!"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 45 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

While Roeflame was still adjusting to Flamestar being the one to call the clan forth, the silvery warrior couldn’t deny that the fire-kissed leader wore her place upon Highrock well. Leading Dwindlingpaw and Dovepaw into the growing fray after seeking out the rest of her family, Roeflame tilts her chin as her leader begins to speak. She had been there when the new code was proposed and agreed on, and filled in regarding Orangestars recent addition to the code. Roeflame found herself wholeheartedly agreeing, being a mentor to Mothfur had taught her more about being an authority figure than anything else.

Like Raccoonstripe, the rosetted tabby cannot help but lean in a little farther with the mention of deputy. Roeflame had never been particularly ambitious, and she was thankful to not have either of her apprentices campaigning for her this time around, but it would be a lie to say the Lead Warrior had never entertained the idea.

Instead, Flamestar moves on to other matters, and Roeflame feels slightly juvenile after the anticipation is lifted. Straightening her posture as Tallpaw is dubbed Tallstep, the warrior lets a grin break an otherwise neutral expression. “Tallstep! Tallstep!”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[leafhusk]

there is no fanfare when flamestar sits atop the highrock. no angelic choir from silverpelt, and no clouds part to ablaze the red fur on her body. it’s a simple meeting to bring the clan up to speed. she describes the new codes in great detail, and with each syllable of deputy, the camp clearing intensifies. nothing comes of it though, and the most eager of leafhusk’s clanmates seem to settle. whoever takes the mantle of deputy doesn’t concern her, it’s intriguing, yes, but her mind focuses more on moonbeam’s training starting back up.

honestly, she expected flamestar to use skyclaw’s mutiny as an excuse to withhold the riverclan medicine cat from poking her nose around thunderclan. still, it’s gentlestorm’s decision just as it is hers… the starclan chosen healers probably have their own little community. leafhusk shrugs it off, mentally agreeing to treat moonbeam with respect, then listens to the rest of the meeting. tallpaw… the split-colored apprentice deserved this. they probably feel glad they’re not sharing a warrior ceremony with, like, ten reassignments like last moon. "tallstep! tallstep!"

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕As the chanting began to die down, the fire hued molly made her way back up to path to the top of the High Rock. There was one more thing she needed to announce today, something she had been thinking about nearly every night since the stars had blessed her. Leaders had lost more than one life at a time before, in the event that something happened to her, Thunderclan needed a definite successor. With the new law put in place, she would not risk leaving her clan without a deputy to take over after her last breath. The decision had been one of the most difficult so far in her time in the clan. "I have one more announcement to make..."

"Thunderclan has been without a deputy for too long." Though only a month had passed since she had received her nine lives, Howlingstar had been gone for two now. Narrowing down her options had been a long, difficult process. She had wanted nothing more than to ask Howlingstar how she had decided who would lead after she were gone, but she was the one who the clan went to for answers now. Leafhusk had protected the clan's exiled members and kept them safe from the dangers of what lay beyond Thunderclan's territory. Burnstorm was bold and brave, he would make a strong deputy. Raccoonstripe was ambitious, but there was no question where his loyalties lay. There was no doubt in her mind that he would always put Thunderclan first no matter what happened. Roeflame was naturally authoritative, fierce, and courageous. I have made up my mind...Howlingstar, Flycatcher...I'm sure you will approve.

"I say these words before Starclan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice." The leader paused, her gaze turning to rest on the pair of green eyes that mirrored her own. "The new deputy of Thunderclan is Roeflame." The tabby dipped her chin and smiled warmly as the clan began to chant the new deputy's name.

"This meeting is dismissed."

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc.
  
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕A moon had passed in the blink of an eye, and all of sudden Flamestar was once again climbing the steps to Highrock with grace. He was distracted, eyes shifting in the direction of Orangepaw more often than they bored upon his leader. His heart remained broken, as does their bond.

The fiery-pelted she-cat's voice booms through the clearing, and sure enough it snaps him out of it. Roaringsun leans in as she mentions the new additions to the code, one he'd heard during the gathering the past full-moon. It. . .made sense, to have the next leader have experience dealing with an apprentice before they were tasked with dealing with the entire Clan in their duties.

While he ponders, Flamestar names Tallpaw Tallstep, and the golden-hued tom is quick to add his voice to the chanting.

And then the auburn she-cat is quick to say something else: Roeflame would be the new deputy of ThunderClan.

He had never spoken to her before. Not one-on-one or. . . in a group setting either, actually. But he for sure had heard her, as vocal as she was; which wasn't a bad thing, but now that she was deputy, maybe he should seek her out ( what they would talk about is a mystery to him, though ). “Roeflame! Roeflame!”

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

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• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 12 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Roeflame is not left with her wonderings for long in the end, her ears twitch in silent curiosity when Flamestar says she has one more announcement to make. ThunderClan has been without a deputy for too long. Then, when emerald locks on to sage, Roeflame feels something lurch in her chest, her maw parting slightly. Instinctive feelings of disbelief swell in her chest cavity.

The new deputy of ThunderClan is Roeflame. The fiery leader smiles in Roeflame’s direction, the words shattering any doubt the warrior held moments ago, and as the newly dubbed deputy comes to a stand, she meets her friend with the same warmth in her toothy grin. “I would be honored, Flamestar.” Within a heartbeat, her name erupts in the traditionally-rhythmic chant that the warrior had heard so many times before. Roeflame turns in the direction of her mate, her grin still plastered to pale features.

Was Flycatcher watching over her, now? Did he and Howlingstar approve of Flamestars choice in her? Roeflame feels her heart tighten, oh how she wished he was still here for her to turn to. Flamestar declares the meeting dismissed, but Roeflame still feels her paws vibrating with waning adrenaline. The steps ahead of her forged by Howlingstar, Flycatcher, and Flamestar were undoubtedly great and deep, and the rosetted deputy was eager to fill them.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Flamestar does not descend — not yet. The ginger she-cat tells ThunderClan she has a final announcement to make, that their Clan has been without a deputy for too long. Raccoonstripe's body stills at the word deputy. Hunger, visceral as a hound's, flashes through coal-dark eyes. Let me make it right, he prays; in his excitement, his claws unsheathe and begin to knead at the soft earth beneath him. Let me fix everything I've broken. He remembers the forgiveness in Flamestar's green eyes, but it is tempered by the blaze of hatred in Skyclaw's amber.

Let me prove it to you.

Flamestar utters the words his mother had, twice, the words Emberstar herself had proclaimed. Raccoonstripe's muscles are so stiff he can feel himself tremble.

"The new deputy of ThunderClan is Roeflame."

Raccoonstripe's mouth goes dry. He licks his lips once, twice, in blatant disbelief. But you said you forgave me. You said StarClan would forgive me. Incredulous, the dark tabby flicks his gaze to where Roeflame stands, Roeflame who is unstained, golden, Roeflame who has been kissed by circumstance and thrust above him.

The younger she-cat's eyes are wide. She tells the Clan it would be an honor. Raccoonstripe's glare is suffocatingly hot; were she to turn and look in his direction, she would feel the fire scorch her fur.

That's it, then. I will never lead this Clan. The realization sinks into his body like heavy riverwater, fills his mouth with the filthy brine. He tears his smoldering gaze from Roeflame and directs it back toward Flamestar. Slowly, it loses its heat, but he does not have it in him to cheer for his newest superior.

He turns and shoulders his way out of the meeting, toward the gorse tunnel. He needs time — more time than he has, perhaps — and more space than the forest will allow him.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 46 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The gray tom sits near the entrance of his den listening to the code made during the gathering that they had missed and he gives an approving nod, he can't imagine a young soul being thrust into such a demanding role without even the experience of training an apprentice completely to warriorhood. It makes the old tom wonder how that had gone but decides not to linger on the thought for long as his attention focuses onto the mention of him continuing Moonbeam's training and if anyone were to glance in his direction, the medicine cat would offer a simple blink already having made up his mind and knowing that he's doing good by helping the Riverclan molly finish her training... Maybe then, he would feel ready to have an apprentice of his own within Thunderclan and not have to bother crossing borders just to do lessons. The thought alone causes a tired sigh to slip from his scruffy jaws but his attention shifts when Tallpaw's called forward for their warrior ceremony and Gentlestorm lends his attention to the fiery molly upon Highrock.

At the sound of the new warriors name, he gives another curt nod not wishing to strain his voice but he's certain to give Tallstep a congratulation later though Flamestar doesn't depart from her perch causes his whiskers to twitch with curiosity. At the mention of Thunderclan having been without a deputy for too long, he can't help but blink back his surprise knowing that it's a true statement and hadn't realized how long ago it had been since his friend recieved her nine lives. Earthy toned eyes turn to where some of her council sit scattered amongst their clanmates and his gaze lingers on each one for a heartbeat wondering who would be promoted to stand alongside Flamestar to represent Thunderclan at the next gathering, his large paws shuffle nervously only to stare owl eyed at the announcement of Roeflame being made deputy. He has no doubt whatsoever for his friend and knows that she'd do well in her new position, she's rather young but Gentlestorm trusts that Flamestar will teach her everything she needs to know.

A low hum emits from his throat as the meeting's finally dismissed and he can't help notice a certain tabbied pelt make a beeline for the gorse tunnel, the medicine cat blinks his eyes as he regards Raccoonstripe silently but he doesn't linger as he slips into the comforting darkness of his den.

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
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  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[beetlepaw]

A meeting. These were always fun, but extremely difficult to sit through, so anytime he was forced or nudged to stay in one place, he was giving stink-eyes. Mostly to his father, of all cats. A soft huff leaves him as they are once again called for celebrations. He watches as an apprentice leave the apprentice den- thank stars for more space- and celebrates mentally before he is cheering aloud for Tallstep.

And then Flamewh- Flamestar is talking about something else. A deputy? Now this is interesting. Green eyes widen and fix upon their leader, hanging off of every last word. Words follow after a moment of hesitation- whether or not Beetlepaw knew if it was for surprise level, or because Flamestar didn't know, he didn't care. Either way, his shoulders were tense and he was leaning forward, finally quiet for once.

The new deputy of Thunderclan is Roeflame.

Beetlepaw's eyes widened. Vision snapped to Burnstorm first, then across to his mother where she sat. A gasp left him and he was on his paws in an instanct- it is over-enjoyment that follows, one that keeps Beetlepaw's mouth open for a long moment. When, and only when, others begin to cheer does he open his mouth and start to call his mothers name. He hopes he is one of the loudest- the pride he feels for her is overwhelming. He could have cried, but that's what kits do, so he can't do that.

"Roeflame! Roeflame!" And just when he was on this third cheer, breath inhaled to call her name again, a darkened tabby pelt passed him. Vision stormed as he caught the look on Raccoonstripe's face, head turning to watch him stalk out of the tunnel- and in an extremely mature manner, he stuck his tongue out. "Go ahead and say out loud you don't like her or something." He utters under his breath towards Raccoonstripe's disappearing form.

"Hmph." With a rightful sniff, Beetlepaw turns back forward and pushes to his paws, moving to meet his mother and press his head against her shoulder, a light purr following. Proud of you, mom.

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• BEETLEPAW he/him, apprentice of thunderclan, eight moons.
  ⭃ LH black smoke with bright green eyes. growing into a very broad and built tom-cat, mirroring his father's build. of average height, with a shit-eating grin more often then not.
  ⭃ being mentored by burnstorm / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovepaw and littlepaw, adoptive sibling to hopepaw and coalpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Flamestar's call was a little strange, still ... and oh, was it a sorrowful, dark thing that she found something melancholy in the pride of a bright fire like her? It was best to keep the rosy light, dewy and glad, in her eyes... there would be a smile placed with dignity upon porcelain features, perfectly there, pristinely dutiful. Not a tuft of hair, or any whisker, amiss- she would be happy for Flamestar, hopeful for ThunderClan's new dawn- even if it were not so noveau a thing, anymore.

Time's ceaseless march was marked by Tallpaw's ceramony- craned neck, eyes aglow with pride, yes- this was the Clan she knew, she loved, she was destined for. Warriors recevied their names without the taint of negative opinion, without the marring of an unjust leader spilling them forth. "Tallstep! Tallstep!" Of course she cheered it among the rest ... in perfect harmony. Nothing could be wedged out of place, nothing left behind. And it would all be wonderful... they sang together, and nothing would be unfixable.

Roeflame. Their new deputy - a kind face, a courageous heart. Her name sang of it- Thundergleam could read very much from an alias, and that she was deemed a fire, a brand just like their leader spoke good omens, she was sure. A spark that would never die, even if it danced along sparse embers. "Roeflame! Roeflame!" A bright cheer, yet- a voice feather-smooth to call above it all. It was a wonderful moment, and would live on for as long as she could keep this light -

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Raccoonstripe slipping away. A pang slid between her ribs, brambles scraping her heart. Rot would flourish, as blooms did. For every healing, there was suffering... was death truly the only way to silence it?​

penned by pin ☾​