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.
  

 

[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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  #6360c4
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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.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[SUNSPARK]

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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[owlcrest]

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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[Duckweedsplash.]

' OH WHAT A SHAME, '
NOW IT DON'T LOOK THE SAME​

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duckweedsplash & 22 moons & male & he/him & riverclan warrior ​

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Smile stretches wide across the toms maw, beaming as Hazecloud speaks. Despite Iciclefangs recent... situation, fresh in everyone's mind, moods seem cheery for once - upbeat, in the face of full bellies and warmer weather, high on the success of returning sunningrocks to its proper ownership. And yet, eyes still twitch every now and then - knowing that the tables could easily be turned upon him and his siblings some day. Stomach churns, and he hums idly, settling upon the sidelines - uninterested in eating anything from the pile just then. Duckweedsplash will simply content himself by sharing tongues and gossip with his clanmates instead.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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T H A T ━ O N E ' S ━ J U S T ━ A ━ W E E D

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[Twinkleflight]

It feels good to have something to celebrate, she's delighted to know that Lichenstar lives to see the fruits of labour soaked in blood. To hear that the prey caught came from Sunningrocks, amongst other places. What's important is that this means that it wasn't pointless and that's all she cares about. She instinctually looks over to Eveningpaw, grinning at the apprentice before leaving to find her own prey to eat amongst the prey pile. "You could always make snow cats on it!" They burst into giggles with a flick of their tail they nod at Merlinpaw with a similar smile. Not wanting to interrupt their sister she decides to trot over towards Sunpaw. Fish in maw they flick their paws away from the frost that gathers, it seems that even the weather wants to participate in the celebrations.

"Foxtail making you wait before you can participate?" She asks with a grin, hoping that this type of teasing attitude would go smoothly tonight. Things had seemed to be a little better, or at least they're blinded to think this way. "Wanna share this while he decides what to pick?" It's a peace offer, they haven't thought to ask how she's going since being forbidden to speak with Owlpaw.

She hopes things were fine and well, if Eveningpaw was going to keep the tom company they thought it might be nice to spend time with the apprentice and her mentor. "You excited to be able to hunt at Sunningrocks? We should go together sometime" since they're a warrior now that should be fine... Right?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ MAMA SAID IM SPECIAL ➹ I WAS‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• briefly speaking with @EVENINGPAW | talking to @SUNPAW.
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• TWINKLEFLIGHT
  They/she, RiverClan apprentice, 11 moons
  ★ A sleek yet tufted short haired blue point with blue eyes
  ☆ Littermates w/ Eveningpaw, Horizonpaw and Snowflakekit †
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Speech (#C9BAF3), thoughts
  ★penned by Juice | ouijeejuice on discord

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[valesight ➶]

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆

Valesight is more than content to know that he has contributed to the clan's survival... he is no great fisherman of his kind but he can certainly sniff out a miserable mouse or shrew and on lucky afternoons might even chase after a bird. He doesn't love the task of plucking them to make them more appetizing and easier to eat but when the winds are this frigid, one tries not to complain about the things he keeps his belly from rumbling with. Verdant grasslands shift from face to face, relieved by their willingness to relax and find joy despite hardship. Sharing prey, sharing tongues, sharing the fortune of being in one another's company.

Deceit is hard to ignore and forgive... but Valesight doesn't believe himself worthy of passing judgement. Surely that must be the duty of the stars that name them? Or its messenger, decorated in herbs and starlight crowns? His ears twitch at the sound of eager apprentice chatter, frowning slightly at Eveningpaw's eagerness to adventure across the river to their newly claimed territory.

He finds himself a place to sit beside Duckweedsplash, giving the tom a small dip of his head in greeting but otherwise abstaining from contributing to gossip.

all about the boy ⋆ whos married to the fire

• ⋆ a long-haired, chocolate tabby and fawn tabby chimera with green-yellow eyes
  ⋆ fourteen months old
  ⋆ drypaw riverclan warrior

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[Newtpaw.]

MIND OUT OF ORDER
AND HEART ON MY SLEEVE​

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newtkit & 06 moons & agender & they/it & riverclan kit ​

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━━ Hazecloud calls for unity - and full bellies, and Newtkit is certainly all ears! The cream-patched tom is quick to bounce to his paws, flouncing right on over to the prey pile with no hesitation - the perks of being a kit, they've found, is theres always someone willing to give them freshkill the moment their bellie rumbles. But for once, offerings are piled high - eye widening and droll pooling inside it's jaws, it takes the creature a moment to pick something. And when it does, it grabs the fattest fsh it can find - proudly carrying (or half-dragging, more like) its food back to its siblings - tail held high. One would almost think the caught it themselves!

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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j u s t ━ t h a t ━ k i n d ━ o f ━ b e a u t i f u l ━ a n d ━ i m ━ h e l p l e s s

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[willowroot]

( ☾ ) bright eyes find the similarly hued gaze of hazecloud as the deputy calls celebration to her clan. a feathery tail is lifted in toast to the fog-colored molly, willowroot allowing a pleased smile to etch onto her maw. riverclan are not thriving, but they are doing well enough that pride is warranted. from her place by the nursery, the night-queen sweeps her charges to her. "darlings, why don't you go pick something out for us," she tells stormkit, moonkit, and ryekit. watching as they scamper off, willowroot sighs softly to herself. newtkit clambers towards his family with a fish clutched squarely in his maw, and she smiles at him. "that one's almost as big as you, young one!" she purrs, flicking her tail.

all around, cats gather with their loved ones, sharing tongues and partaking in the sudden abundance. there is a pang in the queen's heart as she glances about. iciclefang is not here, her children as well. lichenstar, awake though she is, is still injured. there are so many missing, so many mourning. as her kits traipse back with prey, the smoke shakes her negativity off. there will be much time for it later.

THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // interacting with @stormkit. @MOONKIT @Ryekit xx "#91A26C"
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• WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 46 MOONS. MENTORING ECHOPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smoky long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, cut through with dark ghost stripes. friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape, and her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Sunningrocks belonged to Riverclan once more and that itself is enough for Beefang to truly celebrate in this time, they would have plenty of prey to go around for everyone for who knows how long now that they had that piece of land back. Her new wounds are covered by poultices and cobwebs as her molten eye sweeps across everyone that's currently gathered within camp as they spend time with one another to celebrate. It warms her belly at the sight of it and she lingers by the medicine den not wishing to overexert herself, the lead warrior fixes her posture as she stands upright and proud despite how small stings of pain prick at her for doing so.

She turns to her pale, starblessed mate in that moment as she pushes her nose to her cheek gently in a warm display of affection and their mateship but very briefly only for her to lock her gaze with Moonbeam "Once it isn't so cold... the both of us will bask within the sun on top of Sunningrocks, our rightful territory. We shall eat minnows until we can't anymore." A playful promise knowing that the medicine cat loved minnows ever since the two of them had been young and the thought of the two of them gorging themselves on the small fish is an amusing thought to say the least.

"I love you, my Moon." Beefang whispers for her mate's ears alone and the smile that once pulls at the sides of her mouth soon falters in the slightest, she wishes to see the day that the both of them rest on Sunningrocks and enjoy the warmth that the rocks provide especially a nice newleaf day. She must plan ahead and she can only pray that those Thunderclanners don't try to steal from them again or the black smoke would be ready for that fight once more, her claws itch within their sheathes at the thought. Surely, they are too weakened by the loss of some of their warriors and lead warrior to be bold enough to do that.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 17 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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