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“Let all cats old enough to swim in the river, gather beneath the river rock for a clan meeting.” Sometimes he wonders if it's not too monotonous using the same call, but at this point it was both habit and the best way to ensure the clan knew a meeting was being held so he felt it odd to change it now. Smokestar ascended up onto his perch, his paws having worn some of the rock smooth in their shuffling and fidgeting about over the past several moons; he raises his white dipped limb to examine before setting it back down, head tilted as it fit neatly into the groove upon the stone. Maybe he needed to work off his energy before coming up here or else the river rock would crumble beneath him one day.
“The rogues have been driven out, I am allowing cats back onto the territory in pairs at the minimum now that Petalnose has confirmed they are gone. I still urge you to not wander alone, especially apprentices, our territory is still full of predators and who knows if they may come back but for now we are victorious and have made clear RiverClan is not to be trifled with!”
A surge of pride swells in his chest to bursting, he can still see the scores of wounds and Ravensong’s attempts to cobweb injuries lingering on fur and over limbs; they had all fought tenaciously and with every last ounce of strength they could muster. His lone amber eye flicks over to Snakeblink briefly, he especially had sunk teeth into a throat and nearly died in the process; seeing the usually so combat opposed tom in such a way still stuck to his thoughts and he quietly made a note to talk to him later about it.
"...we've overcome leafbare at last. The first signs of newleaf are appearing and the river is finally warming back up. It was a harsh season, but we perservered despite the losses. I expect things to be...calmer now for the time." It felt like lifetimes ago but it had only been several moons since the yellowcough epidemic, the rogue invasion, losing Cicadastar...losing so many others...the ice melts, life begins anknew and the clan's nursery was already full once more. Which did give him other things to think of.
With Iciclefang in the nursery he was down a lead warrior, Ferngill’s presence was a welcome addition but he lacked the bite his sister had and her ferocity would be missed in the moons she would be raising kits. He’d already discussed this concern with Lichentail in private and they had come to a general consensus that the extra paws to replace her and continue on even after she rejoined the council proper would be beneficial in the long run. Picking a suitable candidate though was not as hard as he thought it would be.
“...Mosspool, you’ve proven yourself a capable warrior since receiving your full name and even before you were one of our most skilled apprentices.” Another of their journey cats, at this rate all of them would be a notable member of his council soon, “Your loyalty, your skills in battle and your dedication to every duty you’ve been assigned are to be commended. Should you choose, I would like to offer you the position of a lead warrior.”
“Let all cats old enough to swim in the river, gather beneath the river rock for a clan meeting.” Sometimes he wonders if it's not too monotonous using the same call, but at this point it was both habit and the best way to ensure the clan knew a meeting was being held so he felt it odd to change it now. Smokestar ascended up onto his perch, his paws having worn some of the rock smooth in their shuffling and fidgeting about over the past several moons; he raises his white dipped limb to examine before setting it back down, head tilted as it fit neatly into the groove upon the stone. Maybe he needed to work off his energy before coming up here or else the river rock would crumble beneath him one day.
“The rogues have been driven out, I am allowing cats back onto the territory in pairs at the minimum now that Petalnose has confirmed they are gone. I still urge you to not wander alone, especially apprentices, our territory is still full of predators and who knows if they may come back but for now we are victorious and have made clear RiverClan is not to be trifled with!”
A surge of pride swells in his chest to bursting, he can still see the scores of wounds and Ravensong’s attempts to cobweb injuries lingering on fur and over limbs; they had all fought tenaciously and with every last ounce of strength they could muster. His lone amber eye flicks over to Snakeblink briefly, he especially had sunk teeth into a throat and nearly died in the process; seeing the usually so combat opposed tom in such a way still stuck to his thoughts and he quietly made a note to talk to him later about it.
"...we've overcome leafbare at last. The first signs of newleaf are appearing and the river is finally warming back up. It was a harsh season, but we perservered despite the losses. I expect things to be...calmer now for the time." It felt like lifetimes ago but it had only been several moons since the yellowcough epidemic, the rogue invasion, losing Cicadastar...losing so many others...the ice melts, life begins anknew and the clan's nursery was already full once more. Which did give him other things to think of.
With Iciclefang in the nursery he was down a lead warrior, Ferngill’s presence was a welcome addition but he lacked the bite his sister had and her ferocity would be missed in the moons she would be raising kits. He’d already discussed this concern with Lichentail in private and they had come to a general consensus that the extra paws to replace her and continue on even after she rejoined the council proper would be beneficial in the long run. Picking a suitable candidate though was not as hard as he thought it would be.
“...Mosspool, you’ve proven yourself a capable warrior since receiving your full name and even before you were one of our most skilled apprentices.” Another of their journey cats, at this rate all of them would be a notable member of his council soon, “Your loyalty, your skills in battle and your dedication to every duty you’ve been assigned are to be commended. Should you choose, I would like to offer you the position of a lead warrior.”
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FEBRUARY ACTIVITY SHOUTOUTS
@lichentail & @RAVENSONG & @Moonpaw & @Snakeblink & @Petalnose & @iciclefang & @FERNGILL
@Mosspool & @FOXTAIL & @Lilacbird & @SWIFTFIRE @brookstorm & @robinheart & @hazecloud & @DAWNSTORM & @Aspenhaze & @otterpaw & @BEEPAW & @DUCKPAW & @Minkpaw! & @valepaw ➶
[Activity shoutouts were 10+ this month, if you feel you were overlooked please let me know!]
This month we are trying out a new thing which is a mini-raffle for some art I will personally be holding each month going forward. The cats listed here will be rolled in the art channel on the discord to see who wins. More information on this can be found HERE.
Thank you all for making the rogue plot so fun, and special thanks to our rogue players (living & dead) for sticking it out! The HP team will be taking a brief break from plots/events for a bit to recoup and allow more personal RP and other things to develop gradually on their own! We're always open to suggestions for future ideas though!
And last but not least special congrats to @empyrean with Mosspool joining the lead team! Mosspool has been a delight to watch develop from her days as an apprentice to her efforts on the journey to being a dedicated warrior of RiverClan (who could use a lesson in how to relax a bit tbh!) and we look forward to having them both and seeing where she goes from here!
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Smokestar
—⊰⋅ Leader of RiverClan
—⊰⋅ He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.
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