LOVERS BROTHERS KILLERS ✘ council

[SMOKESTAR]

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"Ravensong is still somewhat unwell, though thankfully he seems to be doing much better. All of our sick do." Smokethroat starts positively, his voice lighter than it had been in several days since they had gotten the camp back in order and the clan was once again back on track to normalcy. "Still, I don't want to risk him aggravating his sickness so I'm going to the Moonstone alone. It should only be a days trek. While I'm gone Petalnose is in charge of keeping track of the apprentice training. Lichentail on keeping the territory secure and Snakeblink on the camp itself and keeping tabs on the colony cats-they seem to still be struggling. You've my permission to put any headstrong apprentices to work cleaning nests if needed."
Stars above knew they had enough of them with so many kits finally let loose from the nursery. The clan was overrun with the younger generation and his could feel his fur turning gray already. Part of him is grateful for the chance to speak to him alone in StarClan, even if he is rejected as leader - at the very least he will get to say his peace with the mottled tom.
The clan was healing, he wanted to as well.
"Robinpaw is free to resume her training with Willowroot-she handled herself well during the rogue attack..." Cicadastar may have intended to keep her doing chores longer but he needed every pay available and...his mate was no longer here.
"I will leave tomorrow, now is the best time to go ahead with it." The clans had lived together, however brief, and it had eased tensions considerably. He had no worry WindClan would not behave themselves, after Weaselclaw had attacked Cicadastar all those moons before over venturing out to Highstones, the moorland clan had learned its lesson on keeping the peace.

——✘ when does ripple become a tidal wave ———✘ when does a candle become a flame

• Council Tags: @Snakeblink & @lichentail & @Petalnose
  
  
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  Smokethroat
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.
  

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[Petalnose]

The lighter tone within the smoke-furred deputy caused her ears to quiver in interest, a pleased hum falling from her with a curt nod. Ravensong had seemed to be the most delirious from what she had heard and seen from afar. She recalled the odd things he called out, which was enough to reck concern upon her. It was enough for her to worry there would be no medicine cat by the time journeyed cats arrived from their star-sent mission. The news caused comfort. It caused hope.

The next statement caused her to stiffen for a moment. Alone. Would it make a difference if she had gone.. one of their members even? Smokethroat had seemed to trust her with his mate's wellbeing upon assigned patrols. A loyal soldier she would serve the same to him. She was sure the other two council members would do the same. Her jaws parted for a moment, a brink of thought creating a pause. The tensions within the clans were less after the joint effort, with less of a council too; she was sure her paws her glued upon the territory for a reason. Smokethroat had always held reason. Then it was spoken, which had diminished the majority of her hesitation within her posture. Still, she spoke her mind as if she ever had, with calamity and concern, "Are you certain you want to go alone? Even if tensions are less across clans, rouges could still be lurking. An extra pair of eyes on a long trek to and fro is always useful. I do understand your need for our presence here, but someone else doesn't speak your mind?" She didn't want him to be left torn to shreds just as his mate had, she was sure the clan couldn't handle that again. She was sure his children couldn't handle that again. Formally and calmly she sat, but upon the molly's unmoving stare was concern. Petalnose couldn't let it be unspoken, even if she knew he may proceed despite what all of them may say. She was certain he would be headstrong, but still, the small chance she would take if it could bend his journey from doom.

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[Snakeblink]

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Despite the grim events that led them here, Smokethroat’s rumbling tone settles over Snakeblink with the smothering calm of a snowfall: not quite relief, but a pause between bouts of bone-chilling chaos.

Recovery at last, when he was starting to think yellowcough would bury them all. It is a good news. Unfortunately not the only news this meeting must discuss, if discussion really is the point of it. He kneads the ground with his claws thoughtfully as Smokethroat goes on with his plan to travel to the moonstone alone. What their deputy — soon to be leader — says is sound, but Snakeblink cannot help the prickle of unease bristling his fur. He increasingly dislikes leaving his clanmates unattended and unaccompanied, even one as skilled in battle as Smokethroat.

”We will keep things running smoothly in your absence,” he promises distractedly. ”But Petalnose makes a good point — it is a long trip to make alone, and others—” namely Cicadastar ”Have been attacked on the way before. It would be safer to go accompanied — why not take Willowroot? I am sure she would be glad to stretch her paws after moons cooped up in the nursery.”​

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ooc. information.

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• — Snakeblink • he / him. 46 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[lichenstar]

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Her eyes always traveled after him when he moved... something like a cold storm cloud through its most familiar haunts. He was clearly not the same.. and without a fragment of himself, Lichentail could hardly blame him. What had been a refreshing awakening from a nightmare for her had been his descent into a tar-pit, a vice-grip dragging him down as the weight of an entire clan found itself thrust in his writhing arms.

This wasn't what he wanted. But it wasn't what they wanted either, to sit around him now and know that they were condemning him to a risky journey. Petalnose speaks it first, the mouth of their fragmented council when she is normally their claws. The hissing that would normally be their expert tongue instead presents himself as their eyes, flicking to find a solution where puzzle pieces fit just right. And she... what was she here, amongst the remains?

The task pressed into her chest is one that demands something different. Security... That made her the sword pointed towards the darkness, a ready-stance silhouette that would dance along the borders he would be leaving. Out of her grasp, out of reach to be saved. A curly-furred fallen star shoots across her mind's eye and she grows fearful of its repetition. WindClan... she could not trust them. Not ever.

"Please do not mistake our hesitation for certainty that you might fail or a question of your strength Smokethroat-" But he is not Cicadastar.. does not need to be held in chilled adorations between blood-boiling critiques to simmer his temper. She struggles to swallow past the fluttering bird in her chest and looks away, eyes down-cast and fearful of a righteous, angry fire that hid beneath smoldering embers.

Would she be made to be a fool who spoke out of turn again?

"We... have no reason to trust WindClan." River-blue eyes glance towards the vitiligo-speckled tom who is to become their leader, hoping he trusted them even half as much as their lost king had. "Sootstar's sweet words to us were a show... She does not have empathy..."

She does not show mercy.

Shifting uncomfortably as their tail tightened around neatly-tucked paws, she is glad at least to be of the same mind as her peers... is glad to have waited to speak last. Sourly, she wished the Moonstone were on their territory, where it might be protected and cared for by those with some semblance of sanity.​

 

[SMOKESTAR]

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They speak, apprehensive as if not wanting to do so. Smokethroat frowns at Petalnose's tentative remark, not because he felt it out of line to suggest but because he was seeing now how hesitant cats had been to be open to his mate prior. There was no denying Cicadastar had run a much tighter ship than he ever could, nor did he want to; the mottled tom had even gone several moons of his leadership without a deputy - able to carry it all on his own without faltering until it nearly broke him and he was asked to step up after Buckgait's dishonorable demotion. He wouldn't be able to be that kind of leader, he realized, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing yet. All he knew is he didn't mind the suggestions, they obviously came from a place of concern, not an insult to him of his skill. The point of the clans was strength in unity, he was one cat and not several. It made sense to not go alone but...

"...I do hear you and I do understand the concern, but I..." He pauses, wonders if honesty was the right idea here and decides against it, it felt ridiculous and hardly a proper reason but the other sources of his apprehension to bring another were enough on their own perhaps, "...I'm not sure how this works admittedly, I know Cicadastar had gone alone - I only thought to bring Ravensong as a guide and maybe he would have wanted to visit the stone as well. It feels...wrong to have anyone else there." And he wanted to see him alone, his chest tightened at the words unsaid and he wanted to be open about it but he held it in instead. It wouldn't do to look so pathetic right now, it wouldn't do to bring to life the truth that rested only in his own heart...and maybe he wanted space -if even for a short time.
"I'll ask Willowroot to accompany me to the border at least, our territory should be free of rogues. The medicine cats cross to highstones every moon for their meeting, WindClan knows to respect this place - it is sacred to all the clans." And perhaps the moorland cats had sheathed their claws moreso after their time huddling at the Burnt Sycamore with the rest of them. He doubted it, but he figured that Sootstar at least feared StarClan enough.

——✘ when does ripple become a tidal wave ———✘ when does a candle become a flame

• OOC can go here.
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  Smokethroat
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.
  

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