no angst like a god without a prayer ☁ CELEBRATION

[hazecloud]

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Victory had been tainted once already, but now with the it all thrown to the wind with wounds only time could sow together, the molly was ready to clear the tensions with some mild celebrations.

The prey was not running rampant, but it was to be expected. Sunningrocks would not save them overnight, but with what they had it would be pleasant to spend the evening sharing one anothers company over the fish and fur caught.

"RiverClan! This evening, we must remember that we are a Clan, and we stick beside one another through each and every trial. Tonight we bring freshkill all from sunningrocks to the meadows, we should share tongues and embrace a night of full bellies before snow begins to fall."

Hazecloud nuzzled her chin against her kin, a loud purr rumbling from her chest. "Go enjoy yourselves!"

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

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[MERLINPAW ✦]

Celebration. RiverClan surely had something to celebrate... they'd retaken Sunningrocks (despite the fallout of that), they have endured the early leaf-bare well and a celebration might be just what RiverClan needs in order to move past a thing or two. They're not typically the sentimental type, though, and Merlinpaw cannot help the way their fur creeps with awkward longing to be involved while also wanting to be a wall flower, just observing and allowing their clan to be joyous together in their stead.

It would be easier to allow for others to come to him, so, grabbing a small fish from the pile, the blue tabby finds himself a spot not in the middle of things, but also not on the outside of things and settles in to eat.

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 10 moons
  mentored by Streamsong
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[robinheart]

Celebration is one of the last things on her mind, but Robinheart knows Hazecloud speaks true. They are to be a united front, a clan bound together by more than just blood but by spirit. Even with so much brought to light, the tortoiseshell only sees her clanmates as she has always seen them.

A long buried truth won’t erase the love and devotion she has personally pledged to them all.

Taking a break from her tireless work, the tortoiseshell picks a mouse from the freshkill pile (a small part of her hopes it was caught by a patrol one of her kits had been on) and seeks out someone to share it with. Blazing pelt catches her eye first – a tom who has faced more heartache than she’d ever imagine – and she knows deep down that @FERNGILL could use a friend right now.

“May I?” Robinheart asks as she places the prey in front of the ginger lead warrior and carefully eases herself down beside him, wincing at the ache in her hind leg worsened by the cold. “You have a knot back here… let me take care of it,” she says, noticing a small tangle of fur behind his ear, a sad sign that he has not had someone to help groom those hard to reach places since Sablemist’s disappearance. “Can’t have it matting and tearing, y’know,” the kind molly adds quickly. She wouldn’t want to see Ferngill in the medicine den for an injury she can prevent now.​

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[SUNPAW.]

Sunpaw can only hope that this is a good omen, and not some foreshadowed words from Hazecloud about full bellies right before snowfall. She has to hope that the pain and suffering they went through at Sunningrocks, that the pain they inflicted on ThunderClan too, wasn't for nothing. She's still not sure how she feels about the battle honestly. Even though she was there, and she participated; even though she saw a lot of the fallout that occurred afterwards, it's one of those things that's merely... bad for the sake of the greater good?

But there's a nice piece of salmon on that pile and Sunpaw doesn't have too many misgivings about going and taking a piece of herself. "Hey, Owl-" she starts out of reflex, already looking for that darker-furred coat of her friend before she bites her tongue with a thinly held back sigh. Even in celebration, they probably wouldn't let them around each other. Or would they? She's not about to test it, so she sits and waits instead, glancing around the clearing. "Foxtail, you slow poke, come get a piece before it's all taken."

// mentioned @owlpaw. , looking for @FOXTAIL
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[owlpaw.]

feel the rain on your skin

a heavy sigh leaves the tom as he settles down onto his belly. he wasn't hungry, even as friendly smiles wrap others maws, eyes highlighting the joy. he should be happy with them. he helped take sunningrocks back! they gained new territory, new lives of prey with it.

but he wasn't. hazecloud suggested they share tongues and celebrate, and he wanted to roll his eyes- but he didn't. he just maintained his composure, letting his tail tip flick behind him in annoyance.

we'll be warriors soon? do you think they'd let us?

it fumbled in his head, pinballing anxiety that they wouldn't. that yet again, hard work fighting for a piece of territory was nothing that a warrior did. he just wanted to be one already, he wanted this lame punishment to be over. his mismatched gaze found Sunpaw, but he quickly looked away, settling his jaw down on his paws.

he tried to apologize to Beefang, and in anger and annoyance, he found it wasn't helpful. he tried to confront Hemlockshine, again, to no avail. he didn't know what to do.

so he waited for the time to slowly tick by, watching carefully as his clanmates paraded around and devoured food, and wore grins in their faces. and he would stay tucked back, heavy bags under mismatched gaze, and knots that he couldn't save matting fur heavily against his flank.

being a warrior was going to be boring, wasn't it?

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ฅ^._.^ฅ :owl:

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  Owlpaw
  Riverclan Apprentice | Mentored by: Hemlockshine
  Gender: amab, he/him
  Personality: Little Brother Vibes, Hides pain with humor, Competitive, Loyal, Confused easy, Not the smartest tool in the shed.
  Physical: Easy | Mentally: Medium
  May start a fight | will not flee | will show mercy
  Peaceful power play allowed!
  Penned by Deidre
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[EVENINGPAW]

Lichenstar lives another day — presumably with one less life, but that is still more than one, and Eveningpaw will take victory wherever she can get it. It is about time she starts feeling some sort of triumph over her success at the battle; this had been her first real fight, and she likes to think she excelled at it. She had played part in giving RiverClan back their rightful land! In turn, nobody's bellies will go hungry, especially now with the newfound light and warmth that greets them after the dreary cold. Hazecloud calls for a celebration: Eveningpaw can only agree with that notion.

She does not allow herself to be brought down by all the conflict within the Clan. The council sees change... and she had not turned a blind eye to the storm that brews between Pebbletail and Splashdance, only allowing them some space before she goes and pokes her nose into their business. Today, she just wants to focus on herself... and Merlinpaw, who seems to linger without certainty. He shall be her victim.

"You think leaf-bare changed its mind?" she asks him in lieu of a hello, bringing over her own choice of prey to seek her teeth into. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind... I want to sunbathe over at Sunningrocks now."

As if hungry for more socialization, Eveningpaw easily picks out Owlpaw from the crowd, even despite his best attempts to stay away. Or so she thinks. "Hey, Owlpaw! Share this with me?"

Interacting with @MERLINPAW & calling out to @owlpaw.

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