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[Orangestar]

"Flora, Oddpaw, Pipitpaw and Pollenpaw, step forward." As she waits for the four to make their way to the front of the crowd, Pipitpaw limping and supported by his sister, Orangestar descends from Highbranch to stand among its roots.

“I, Orangestar, leader of SkyClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look upon these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble Code, and I commend them to you as warriors in turn.” SkyClan's ranks swell this moon with four more brave warriors. If only Mottledove could have survived just a little longer to see this ... Orangestar glances skyward, hoping that her hidden star is watching them now. “Do you promise to uphold the warrior code? To protect and defend SkyClan, even at the cost of your life?”

She shifts her paws beneath her, waiting for the chorus of agreement to echo before her. Satisfied, she nods, and begins with the tallest of the quartet.

"Flora, from this moment on you will be known as Florabreeze. StarClan honours your optimism and adaptability." She has to lean up to rest her muzzle atop the tall she-cat's head, straining her neck with a sharp, quiet inhale of pain. Thank StarClan the friendly daylight warrior is the only of the trio with such a significant height advantage over her. Florabreeze would be a good addition to the fully-fledged warriors, she thinks. Despite her perpetually chatty attitude and apparent inability to be silent for more than a few heartbeats at a time, she is a well-liked molly.

"Oddpaw. From this moment on, you will be known as Oddgleam. StarClan honours your creativity and your confidence." Truth be told and never shared, Orangestar knows little about Oddgleam aside from what Owlheart has told her and that he had once prowled the thunderpaths of Twolegplace. However, between her daughter's assessment and her own small understanding of the tricolour tomcat, it seems that Oddgleam would be adding a touch of mischief to the crowded den.

"Pollenpaw." Proud, shaken Pollenpaw with sharp claws and a sharper tongue. Orangestar's eyes flicker to the medicine den, where Twitchbolt lies, and then closer to where Beetleback stands among the Clan. At least she had her mentor and her father to watch this moment, as one of the best bird-hunters of SkyClan's apprentices becomes a warrior. "From this moment on, you will be known as Pollenclaw. StarClan honours your integrity and your commitment.

"Pipitpaw." It's the last time he will be addressed as such: the last warrior named today would be receiving a wholly new name. Something that suits him as he is now, an eventuality that they'd already discussed. His suffix, too, had been ... akin to a request. Now, with Mottledove gone, Orangestar wishes to honour it as best as possible. "StarClan honours your decisiveness and your bravery. From this moment on, you will be known as Pinefeather."

After each name, Orangestar allows the weight of the new mantles to settle atop the new warriors' shoulders. When she is done, she leans back fully and rasps a proud call: "Florabreeze! Oddgleam! Pollenclaw! Pinefeather!"

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

• CONGRATS TO OUR NEW WARRIORS<3
  @Flora @ODDPAW @POLLENPAW. @pipitpaw
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• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | eight lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — single ; mentoring springpaw
  — speech is in #F18C47
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Sorrelsong]

This meeting was becoming more of a spectacle then anything, but just as it felt close to tipping into something more akin to madness, Orangestar in all of her wisdom and grace shirked it back on track. And wow,was Sorrelsong was glad she did.
Her eyes flick to Flora in the commotion, lightly bumping the molly's shoulder in the tense air and again as Orangestar beings to name the apprentices. Throughout their training, it had become a comforting motion for the point molly, she hopes it brings the same emotion to Flora. Pride rings through her, clear as a bell leaving little room for the frustration she had felt moments prior. There will be time for that later, now is the time for celebration and I won't let anything overshadow this. Her thoughts were more of a promise to her former shadow, now friend - perhaps even best friend - Flora. She had seen the molly grow and gain many skills and the trust and love of the clan. Sorrelsong couldn't be more proud of her. Though her tail still flicks slightly, her posture relaxes, a soft purr starting in her chest. I hope she enjoys warriorhood as much and I do. I hope the clan is a home to her as well. A second home, she corrects herself, still a bit confused by the molly's loyalty to her house folk, but to each their own she supposes and they don't seem to be as bad as Sorrelsongs'. Worry pulls briefly on her smiling features before her name is called.
What? She blinks, glancing around.
Her sights land on a little black and white tom and it clicks. "you have once again proven your bravery and your dedication. I believe you ready to take on an apprentice" Her leader's praise echoes in her head as she pads up to the youngster, tail held high in greeting. Her gait is a bit off, thrown by still healing wounds and a tweaked hindpaw but her smile never falters. She follows Figfeather's lead and offers her nose to the apprentice, giving him the chance to approach her. "Hi Weedpaw," She wisphers, "I'm excited to meet, you're going to do great." Was he one of Mottledove's? She hadn't spent as much time playing with the kits as she used to, she didn't know this group as well as she knew others. Still, it must be terrible knowing her and then... seeing her. Pride and excitement mingle in her chest as she joins the crowd once again. She finds her place next to Flora, mind racing of fun training session ideas for the tom. Would it be to soon to teach him how to fight? The images of foxes sting her thoughts for a second and she winces. Maybe just climbing for now.
"Sangriapaw! Coffeepaw! Daisypaw! Fluffypaw! Weedpaw!" I promise to keep him safe
"You deserve this," She purrs in Flora's ear when the molly is called. Her chest aches, shes not sure it can contain so much pride! "You'll make a wonderful warrior," She sends her fully-fledged friend into the ceremony with a head butt to the shoulder, a gesture of affection Sorrelsong only shares with a fair few, Flora being one. She watches the molly go and tries not to let the liquid pride run down her face. Flora had a family now. This wasn't something the two had talked about, but it was what Sorrelsong's name meant to her. A family. A home. A safe place to be herself. She hopes with her whole heart that Flora- Florabreeze- finds comfort in the crowd around her as much as Sorrelsong does. Her eyes find her brother in the crowd, and she gives the tom a wide, kit-like smile. It feels like our family just got bigger. Her eyes drift upwards towards the stars, towards Shadowfire and Smokefang, as she chants.
"Oddgleam! Pollenclaw! Pinefeather!", adding emphasis - maybe a bit to much- on "Florabreeze!",

✧ Out with lanterns, looking for myself

• Congrats everyone!!
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  — A chocolate point tabby molly with icy blue eyes and a slightly uneven pelt. She has small scars on her back, her shoulders and a slightly crocked tail.
  — 44 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
  — aro/ace. ; currently not looking
  — child of NPC and NPC :: sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang
  — Mentoring Flora
  — Sky Clan; warrior since 3/11/24 ; loyal to Orangestar, Flora, and Duskpool
  — Not hard to befriend ; trusts easily
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[FIGFEATHER]

The red warrior was pleased to hear Flora’s name in the mixture of cats who earned their warrior names today. After the fight with the foxes she’s proven herself in Figfeather’s eyes. She is named Florabreeze for her optimism and adaptability before Oddpaw, Pollenpaw, and Pipitpaw are gifted their names as well.

”Florabreeze! Oddgleam! Pollenclaw! Pinefeather!” Figfeather yowls the names of her new den-mates. New warriors would be a good thing to announce at the upcoming gathering, especially after ThunderClan had the gull to steal their prey. Hopefully SkyClan’s strength would make them think twice before they did it again.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Honeysplash]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- This feeling of uncertainty bubbled in their chest and they watched as Orangestar at least acknowledge Silversmokes’ desire for a meeting. They could certainly put some sense into her couldnt they? Though regardless, they went on with the meeting of naming the new apprentices and they cheered alongside their clan mates of course. Though they couldnt help the foreboding sense that tickled their cream tabby pelt and they glanced down at their side for a moment before back up to Orangestar.

Honeysplash then perked up her ears as the warriors where called forward, and among them was Flora! She felt this tingle at the tips of her paws of excitement and she puffed out her chest as she watched Orangestar name her friend! Florabreeze they thought to themselves and smiled as it sound so perfect for the warrior! Not to mention that Oddgeam was perfect too! And Pinefeather! Oh they were all amazing for sure!

“Oddgleam! Pinefeather! Pollenclaw!” They cheered alongside their clan mates and grinned, giddily, and bounced to their paws to chant, “Florabreeze!”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── RAY OF SUNSHINE ⋅❁⋅ MOONLIGHT SONATTA ──┐‎

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  HONEYSPLASH ✩ she/they, Warrior of Skyclan, 29 moons.
  ⭃A lithe, cream tabby cat with high white and green eyes.
  ⭃Younger siister to Orangestar, Applefrost and Apritcotflower and littermates with Cloudberrythorn // Former mate to; Quillstrike // Crushing on; Chrysaliswing and Flora
  ⭃peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Eggbounce.]

I'M GONNA BE THE SNACK THAT SMILES BACK
I'M GONNA BE THE KIT TO YOUR KAT ​

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eggbounce & 12 moons & male & he/him & skyclan warrior ​

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Greif fills the clan, and yet for eggbounce it is a stilted thing - mottledove had been a clanmate he'd always seen around, but never one he'd interacted much with. She'd not been his mom - and stars, how awful pipitpaw and pollenpaw must feel. Still, he mourns her with the others - barely able to focus on the meeting until a familiar name reaches his ears. Blue eyes widen blinking in surprise before a bright smile crosses his face - because in the boys mind, there is no doubt in his mothers choice. Whether it is starclans will or her own surely Cherryblossom will make a great deputy. That's his sister after all (and don't tell the other, but his favorite at that, if only by a smidge)." CHERRYBLOSSOM! Figfeather! " he calls out cheerily, voice raised louder for his sisters than any other, not noticing the looks of uncertainty and upset that cross his clanmates faces. Ceremony after ceremony flies by, ad yet he can hardly contain his excitement long enough to call out each name - because that's his sister. Honestly, the poor warrior is stuck in a state of shock, enthusiastic as it might be. He can hardly wait for orangestar to wrap things up, so that he can go congratulate her. Imagine - his mother leader, and his sister deputy.

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[ODDGLEAM]

The air is thick with grief for a fallen clanmate. Everyone was mourning Mottledove, the queen whose vigil only just ended a few minutes ago. Oddpaw wasn’t mourning for the fallen queen, he silently sent his prayers to the Great Goddess above. He hoped the queen, found peace in the heavens.

The feathery calico listens to Orangestar's news on the foxes, his mismatched tail twitching from its coiled position over his pale paws. He lets out a hum in agreement. Orangestar then announces a new Lead Warrior, Figfeather. He wasn’t all that close to the warrior but he joins the clan’s chants either way. He lets his copper gaze, flick around the gathered cats seeing if he can spot any of his partners nearby. He lets out a huff, as he turns his attention back to the meeting.

He was not surprised that Twitchbolt stepped down. The rumors that were around were true. But when the orange and white molly announced a new deputy. Oddpaw lets a frown settle on his pale patched face, letting his ears flatten down against his skull.

Cherryblossom. Did she just choose her own daughter as Skyclan’s second-in-command? Isn’t that just plain favoritism? "What the hell?" His voice came out with a strained hiss, as he looked around at the other Skyclanners listening to their own confused murmuring. Cherryblossom was a fresh face in the warrior ranks, surely Orangestar should’ve just picked Sliversmoke for crying out loud! or hell Dogbite. Lords, if Orangestar straight up disappeared one day, Skyclan would be left in the inexperienced paws of someone who just left their paw status.

Plus Oddpaw didn't want to take commands from a younger warrior who had just recently left the apprentices' den. This has to be a mistake on Orangestar’s part right?

Either way, he listens to the rest of the meeting go on with new apprentices in their ranks. The clan's kittens earn their new names, he joins in the chants of the newly named apprentices from his spot. "Bluepaw! Daisypaw! Fluffypaw! Weedpaw! Sangriapaw! Coffeepaw!"

He’s up next, isn’t he? He was finally going to receive his warrior name, after all his hard work. Though, he wished his family was here to see how far he had come. His ear twitched as he sat next to his peers. Orangestar calls him and his fellow warriors-to-be forward, and he settles beside Pipitpaw with a hum. When they are asked whether or not, they uphold the code even at the cost of their lives. A promise to carry the responsibilities of a warrior, to stay loyal.. to a clan that houses him. "I do." he promises without hesitation, his last words as an apprentice spilled from his lips.

He finally becomes a warrior. Oddgleam. Lords, It’s his name. He preens at his new name, he quite likes it. He agrees with Orangestar’s words on his creativity and confidence. "Thank you." He tells the orange and white leader, a grin adorning his face as he bows his head to his leader. He was quite surprised by Pipitpaw's name change, but oh well it fits the chocolate tabby. He turns his head to the side to nod his congratulations to his fellow den-mates.

The chorus from the crowd graces his mismatched ears, chanting out his and his peer's new names. With a flick of his tail, he moves back towards the gathered cats. "Florabreeze! Pinefeather! Pollenclaw!" Oddgleam chants his fellow warrior's name, he lets out a huff after he finishes his own chants. The newly named warrior, lets copper eyes glance around to find his partners. He was excited to see them after a moon of being apart.

COLORFUL STATE OF MIND ˚⊹♡ THOUGHTS ON DELICIOUS TREATS

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• ( beware of the silliness!! ) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM.
  ♡ non-binary ; HE / THEY, fine with gendered terms. ; 12 MOONS & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ warrior of skyclan | formerly a apprentice, rouge
  ♡ bi-pan / single? / polyamorous / padding after crowsight & owlheart
  ♡ pretty, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, ac7d88" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Florabreeze]

The inner workings of SkyClan politics was lost on Flora, she didn't fully comprehend the shock that SkyClanners who had been here for a long time, such as Silversmoke, when it came to Cherryblossom being appointed as the next deputy. Sure, she was young, Flora wasn’t sure if anyone so young had been appointed to this before, but the molly seemed capable, at least from what little she had seen. Speaking of capable, she thought Figfeather was suited to be a Lead Warrior, not that there seemed to be any protest on that decision. Lead Warriors were all pretty cool to her and based on how she saw her handle that fox she seemed to qualify for that ‘cool’ criteria Flora held. “Figfeather! Cherryblossom!” Overall she was excited for the two warriors and their new positions, she didn’t really care to abide by the tension that seemed to fill the air surrounding the younger ones new position.

She watched with interest as the apprentice ceremonies carried on, her ear flicking in recognition at the mention of Jaypaws name. There was curiosity about how her mentorship with Chrysasliswing would go. Her usual glee practically soared when Blue was called upon, eyes widening a little at the mention that Beetleback would be his mentor. She liked the tom, and thought he was really funny. If anything, she was pretty confident that the daylight apprentice could fall into routine with him as his mentor. Overall it was exciting to watch the kits be named apprentices, even more exciting to hear that Sorrelsong had a proper apprentice to train. She hoped that her friend would enjoy it, she seemed to have a lot of fun with preparing Flora to be a warrior so hopefully she will have even more fun with a young aspiring apprentice. “Bluepaw! Daisypaw! Fluffypaw! Weedpaw! Sangriapaw! Coffeepaw!” She called out, cheering for the new apprentices, her voice felt a little sore afterwards. How did Orangestar manage to do this?

Hearing her own name be brought up caused the daylight warrior to sit up a little straighter “you really think so?” she asked in a hushed whisper to her friend, she wasn’t sure if she deserved this but if Sorrelsong thought so then… maybe she could believe it? She then moved to take her place in front of the crowd with the others. She had given thought to what it meant to uphold promises to the warrior code, to protect and defend SkyClan, finally understanding that it was at the cost of her own life. In that stretch of time between the foxes and now, she had her faith wavered, she was a little unsure if she would feel the same towards SkyClan now afterwards.

That irreverence she once held had faded since then and in its place was a resolve to do what she could to defend and protect the clan that housed her, her second home. “I do” she meows, confident that she was answering truthfully. Truthfully, she liked the name Florabreeze, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting and it was going to be weird to be addressed as anything other than Flora now. She wondered as she stood here, ducking her head just slightly so Orangestar wouldn’t have to strain as much while not trying to be obvious, if Sorrelsong was proud of her. She hoped so, she also hoped that she was proud of herself, there was no way she could have ever been up to par to receive her name without her friends' guidance. She was excited to start properly being able to call her a dear friend and not adding ‘and mentor’ on it, she hoped that they could still spend time together now that there wasn't an obligation of duty behind it.

She watched the other apprentices be dubbed warriors, equally if not more excited for them to be receiving their names, Oddgleam sounded fun, Pollenclaw had a cool ring to it and Pinefeather seemed like a fresh start, new beginnings. Florabreeze was aware of the tragedy that had unfortunately struck Pollenclaw and Pinefeather; she hoped that they could look back on this moment fondly in time; even without their mother being present. “Oddgleam! Pollenclaw! Pinefeather!”

‎‎ ‎From far away 𖧧 Stays for a day ‎

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  SkyClan Daylight Warrior⏐ She / Her ⏐ Info
  
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ 32 moons old { Ages realistically on the 12th per month }
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[COFFEEPAW]

❝ SO GIVE ME COFFEE AND TV ————————————

In the aftermath of Mottledove's vigil, Coffeekit felt sullen with the weight of reality. He had learned what death meant, sure, but it never got any easier. Orangestar's call cut through the gloom, and he followed after Sangriakit. Taking exceptional care not to trip over his parents as they paced behind him. Paws eventually tucked in neatly as he rested beside his sister. Mention of Figfeather sent him right back onto all fours, an audible gasp falling from his maw as the news hit home. A lead warrior! Coffeekit didn't know whether to be beyond proud or envious of her promotion. Practically buzzing in place, he called out his guardian's name spiritedly, a smile blooming widely. "Figfeather! Figfeather!" Soon, the joy simmered as she returned beside him, and the news of Twitchbolt's resignation puzzled the small tom. Why would anyone give up being deputy? Sitting on soft haunches, the chocolate kit tilted his head inquisitively. Resounding murmurs and curious gazes mirrored his own thoughts.

Then, his eyes bulged with surprise as Cherryblossom was made the new deputy. This time, a twinge of jealousy did ride up the younger cat's nerves, but his smile only burned brighter. Lucky! "Uh... Cherryblossom!" He had never heard of someone so young getting the chance at future leadership. Maybe there was hope for him yet to be a warrior sooner rather than later.

This trail of thought brought on a belated realization. Glancing to his sister he could see she was also on edge. Excitement spiked up the little paw's back, green gaze widening and glimmering with disbelief. No wonder mama made us look all nice today! Their brown pelt appeared sleek and glimmery with a bright blue bandana neatly tucked under the kit's neck fluff. Silversmoke's meows fade into nothing, and Coffeekit was all but lost in his own glee. I'm going to be an apprentice! All morose grievances and envy bled away as his mind ignited. I wonder who I'll get? Maybe someone cool like Silversmoke! Or—or maybe even Figfeather! They had been preparing for this day to a religious extent, taking leaps of faith atop tall fuzzy trees and winning almost every race to prove his gusto. A renamed apprentice and reassignment made his antsy feelings squirm. Unabashedly, he yowled out amongst the crowd. "Bluepaw! Bluepaw!" At the leader's call, he sat up much taller, gathering his chest fur and raising his chin high. Bounding up to the front, he sat beside his kin with barely contained elation. One by one, he watched as his cousins moved forward, two of which were granted mentorship by their own family.

A small part of him had hoped Figfeather could've been his mentor. Then went his own sister, and he had to procure every ounce of self-control not to shout for her. Johnnyflame was always really nice and an awesome daylight lead. Even if he felt a bit bummed to have to wait, he was happy to know the best was always saved for last. Holding his breath, he watched intently as Orangestar's face moved in his direction. Here it comes! His tail sat straight and rigid as the words fell onto him. Coffeepaw. Slate. Mentor. Turning to look over his shoulder, the newly-named apprentice could barely see the older cat's face. There was no way Coffeepaw was going to miss out on the opportunity of the ritual. Just like Sangriak-paw, he took off in the opposite direction and towards the Medicine Den. Skittering to a halt as his small frame was dwarfed by the hulking Lead resting in the den's maw.

Tilting their head up he looked to the scarred feline with little fear. He knew Slate could be a major grump, but he was certain every Skyclanner had some good in them. Why else would Slate be one of Orangestar's trusted cat's? He even mentored the new deputy! Grinning ear to ear, the small tabby mewed brightly. "I can't wait to get started! We're gonna do so many cool things, right?" His ears twitched rapidly as cheers erupted behind them, and he couldn't help but ride the high. "I'm finally getting out of the nursery! No more cramped walls!" Coffeepaw wanted to prance around in circles, but the youth stayed perfectly steady, eager to appear 'mature' as his parents had put it. Opting to stick by his new mentor, Coffepaw finally settled back down, listening in as warriors were thrown into the fray of congratulations.

Sucking in a deep breath, he cried out, letting loose some of his boiling enthusiasm. "Florabreeze! Oddgleam! Pollenclaw! Pinefeather!"

[penned by tasmagoric]

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[DUSKPOOL]

don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
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Barely noticeable beneath the mesh of scarring, a flicker of surprise flashed across his face at the call of a new deputy — Cherryblossom. His brow furrowed in contemplation, helm low to peer questionably at Orangestar, wooly tail twitching in disbelief. What’s in that head of yers, Orangestar? An unlikely candidate, especially not even a moon since her warrior ceremony. She might have grown, but the kid was still a kid. She might have experience but ain’t nothin’ compared to an older warrior, but younger warriors were easier — longer lives as fate would have it. He frowned, molten hues turning to slits.

His mind flashed to Twitchbolt. Somethin’ ain’t clickin’. He remained silent, observing the crowd with calculative hues. Stepped down? The kid hadn’t been a deputy for long, jittery as the tom was during his promotion. He frowned, ambivalent.

With a tired sigh, Duskpool shifted, smothering his expression into familiar deadpanness, whisking away emotions of doubt and surprise. He had his doubt, watchin’ Cherryblossom with conflicting emotion. She’d either make a great addition, or send this clan to the dark ages, but he ain’t one to let assumptions rule his opinion. He had none — for now — until Cherryblossom proved herself. Duskpool would just have to wait and see what the bleak future brought. Let’s hope it’s for the better. He thought glumly, staring at Orangestar, doubt sinking its teeth in his mind.

His thoughts flickered to two kits nestled within the nursery walls. His grandchildren. He breathed, blinking tiredly. Gettin’ too old for this. He ain’t a young, wide-eyed kit anymore, but a ghost of his former self still goin’ through the motions of life till his light was snuffed out. He rumbled, offering Figfeather a respectful dip of his helm. She’d proven herself time again — the position was well-deserved.

Per usual, Duskpool remained silent during the loud chant of clanmates cheering Figfeather and Cherryblossom, quieting as another round of ceremonies took place. He breathed, pride swelling at the call of his sister’s name. His gaze softens. Proud of ya. He was. Seein’ her blossom into something stronger since the beginning — a twist of events that led her to him and yet he still couldn’t dispatch what had happened to her littermates. His grin fell, gaze turning somber, despite remaining characteristically blank. He hummed.

His gaze met Sorrelsong’s, offering an affectionate dip of his helm, molten hues glimmering. Congratulations, kid. He thought, watching her glance at the stars with a tinge of bitterness. Yer brothers would have been prouder. He could already imagine Shadowfire poking fun at the molly, cheering her on like she was the only thing in the world with Smokefang’s comforting presence, offering his sister a gentle tap on the helm with his head, instead, Duskpool remained seated, watching his clanmates with an array of emotions, some not so subtle. ​

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[SLATE]

The meeting continues on, with many ceremonies to attend to and not enough time to absorb the information so abruptly smacked onto the crowd. It simply does not compute with Slate, Orangestar's decision to promote Cherryblossom. The leader was level-headed and reasonable and had never led the clan astray with her decision-making before, even as a deputy, so what had prompted her to choose her laughably inexperienced daughter in Twitchbolt's place? The skills that Slate had passed onto the tortoiseshell were only practical for hunting and fighting, but Slate could not teach life experience and lessons to Cherryblossom. She would accumulate those with time, though it would be foolish for her to simply "learn on the job". Who wanted such a young cat to be making decisions for the clan should Orangestar fall ill or—stars forbid—lose all of her lives?

Still reeling from the questionable announcement, Slate hardly snapped back into reality in time for Orangestar to call his name — him, a mentor for one of the new apprentices, Coffeepaw. Who was that again...? In this state, in this confusion, it takes him moments to try and remember.

Then, the chocolate tabby comes bounding over, spewing a bunch of excited sentiments in Slate's face. He squints as if being blinded by the bright sun, flattening his ears at the childish mews and mentally stumbling to process this information. This was Figfeather's child, wasn't it? "Er... yeah." Slate grunts aloud, hardly listening to whatever Coffeepaw is going on about.

The Maine Coon looks on quietly as the meeting is carried forth, hardly paying any mind to the naming of the new warriors. There is so much to think about. His brain feels as if it's being torn apart — his former apprentice outranked him, and now a daylight was to be his new trainee? Orangestar was making multiple strange decisions today.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝘼 𝘽𝙄𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙇𝙐𝘾𝙆, 𝙂𝙀𝙏 '𝙀𝙈 𝙐𝙋

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  — he/him; lead warrior of skyclan
  — a hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
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[falcongaze]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Falcongaze hadn't expected any major revelations this meeting- well, maybe one or two. New apprentices to be had and all that, right? A soft breath left him as he settled down, ears twitching as vision shifted forward. But the further the meeting when on... Falcongaze's throat began to burn, then the shock settled over his shoulders. He blinked once, twice- others inhaled and muttered exclamations from other cats told him he wasn't dreaming.

Cherryblossom will be deputy.

His heartrate began to accelerate, the ringing in his ears distant. Maybe he was being dramatic, as the meeting swept on, but his vision was pointedly upon a rock near his feet, eyes wide. No, maybe he wasn't being dramatic. Was he? Cherryblossom was supposed to be nothing more then a childhood bully- someone he got to be equals with when he got older. Now, he was older. Now, he was losing the race. Now, the very cat who had held his heritage above him his entire life got to sit at the paws of her mother and look down upon them.

Teeth grit as he stood and exited the meeting swiftly without cheering for anyone, disappearing from view.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ILL SEE YOU WHEN ⋅❁⋅ THE WRATH COMES AROUND ──┐‎

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• FALCONPAW 🌧 he/him, apprentice of skyclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after lupinepaw / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ 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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[CHRYSALISWING]

Smoldering coals for eyes glared from afar.

Chrysaliswing watched from afar, like some sort of regretful revenant, tethered to the cold earth that he was deigned to. The warrior almost never took the forefront of meetings, finding himself shying away from the stage and the limelights. He did not often cheer for the bestowing of names, as the tangle of din and hoots sent shots of irritation down his spine more than anything. The chimaeric warrior hardly paid heed to Orangestar's announcements, attention elsewhere as eidolons of futile, idle thought grasped at him. Paws shuffled, almost fraught in electric nervousness, as he aimed to stay hidden away from Honeysplash. She was in the crowd, somewhere - hearing her silken voice, snagging glimpses of snow-dappled fur - but he did not greet her. He noted Figfeather as a new lead warrior and Twitchbolt's stepping down, both of which made little dent in the half-toned face of his, like it had permanently been brandished by a rueful consternation. I expected the cat who can't even say a full sentence without tripping on his own words to step down. What was Orangestar thinking? Deputyship isn't a trial for lost, wayward souls. A snort escaped his nose, hot breath like purling smoke. And of course Orangestar appoints the know-it-all to her council.

What caught his scrutiny was the new name called for their deputy. Cherryblossom. Mouth fell slightly agape, as if he couldn't believe his ears and it had simply been a slip of the fretful wind, a ghost of a ill-timed joke. Heterochromatic gaze darted around for others' reactions, whom seemed just as surprised as him. Seriously, your own daughter who just earned her warrior name...? A 'tch' escaped his maw, and scorn flooded into the edges where a pensive expression once lie, like tides of umbrage overtaking him. He had been willing to believe that Twitchbolt was a mere fluke in judgment, but Cherryblossom? There was something obviously wrong with his leader's verdicts. He did not shout for any feline, for bitterness had wired and tied his maw shut, and not even a sardonic witticism flitted out. I could do a much better job than her in my sleep. What is this clan coming to?

Surprise at his new assignment of his apprentice had struck him, at the very least. As Orange shot him a daggered glance, he refused to even meet her gaze, like he wouldn't even afford her the grace of acknowledgement. Tension lay heavy between the two, as if invisible and leaden tripwires - to fall was to prove the other right. He would not be so foolhardy, if she aimed to prove that he could not keep an apprentice. Maybe she saw something in him though, to be giving him an apprentice after Zappaw's own fell so unceremoniously short. Potential was often wasted on the brimstone and charcoal beast, though glimmers still sparked and blinked through the fray of madness. Quickly did he get up and move to where Jaypaw was seated. He bent down to touch his nose with Jaypaw's, as custom dictated, and stared downwards at the river-striped cat that had been bestowed onto his burdened shoulders. Despite this being a reassignment, she still seemed quite young with the flames that danced in her emerald eyes. Chrysaliswing figured that he had been tasked to tame that wild blaze.

"Let's go. For every second we spend not training, it is a second wasted." Quickly, he whipped around and padded out of the Skyclan camp, not stopping to see if she would tail him.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 24 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[weedpaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ The day has finally come. All those stories from Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish are finally coming to fruition. They are his reality; Weedkit is being apprenticed. The little black and white tomcat sits proudly with his mother and siblings. As his mother frets over him and his brother and sister, Weedkit promises happily to tell Butterflytuft all about his training whenever he can. He is almost willing to forgive her for not being a warrior with the rest of them. He can't help but to feel excited despite his typically nonplussed demeanor. A small smile comes across his face when Orangestar calls him forward.

Daisypaw and Fluffypaw are apprenticed before him, and he listens to their assignments with fervor. They are given his aunt and uncle respectively. When it's his turn, Weedkit looks at the leader with huge eyes. Who will mentor him? Will it be his mother? Orangestar assigns his mentor to be Sorrelsong, and as excited as he is to finally be an apprentice he feels a bit of jealousy spark inside of him. Why is it that his siblings have been given mentors that they're related to, but not him? The unknown is something that Weedpaw very much dislikes.

He moves and touches noses with Sorrelsong, and just like his mother has taught him he offers her a polite "Hello," and sits beside her. "Nice to meet you," he murmurs, but from the way he looks down at his paws he isn't sure that the warrior has heard him at all. Weedpaw tries not to allow his envy towards his siblings to sour the experience that he's been awaiting since he had begun to experience the world around him.

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  WEEDPAW — HE/HIM ･ 6 MOONS ･ SKYCLAN KIT ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  longhaired black tomcat with low white spotting. born 11/9/23 and ages realistically 1 week every Thursday. Follow along with his growth here!

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[Owlheart]

This meeting hung heavy, sombre, after Mottledove’s vigil. It started to feel like the norm for SkyClan’s meetings to be held after their normal routines were shaken, first the eclipse and now this. If she was more of a superstitious cat then she would think that this was a bad omen, rather than a series of unfortunate coincidences. Still, she would be lying if she hadn’t thought about it potentially being an ill omen in passing, she was still somewhat superstitious. It was exciting to hear that there was a new lead warrior, while she held no particularly strong opinion on Figfeather she was sure that she would do a good job. The mention of Twitchbolt caused her to frown, the gossip and rumours were true. The warrior hoped that he was doing okay, hopefully he wouldn’t be swarmed now that it was official news. She idly wondered when the next deputy would be assigned, who it would be.

As the stars would have it, she didn’t have to wonder about the future deputy for long. The announcement of it being Cherryblossom caused her to blink in surprise. All at once the warriors around her started to murmur, or exclaim in other cases. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for her sister, this was supposed to be an exciting time. The tabby hoped that everyone's surprise wouldn’t dampen her mood, they were just surprised right? Orangestar always had the best judgement, she didn’t make mistakes, everything she did was meticulously planned right? So there had to be a reason for Cherryblossom being assigned as the new deputy. In truth, Owlheart was conflicted on how to feel about this announcement, above all else she was proud of the calico. Cherryblossom had gone through a lot to get where she is today, marked by hardships in ways that her peers hadn’t.

She was confident that Cherryblossom had worked hard to earn this, even though she was so young. Despite this, the conflict resided in the fact that her sister was so young. That was a lot of responsibility, a whole clan watching your every move. Obeying your word and the fact that you had to be ready to step up as a leader at any given notice. Yes, her sister worked hard for it but was she ready for it? She had seen their mother die right? Had she even recovered from that before being thrown into something like this? There was concern clear as day expressed as she looked for her sister, she did hope that above all else that Cherryblossom was happy with this. Despite these concerns she was excited for her, not wanting to doubt their mother. Things happened for a reason right? Orangestar hadn’t been wrong before so why would she be wrong now?

“Figfeather! Cherryblossom!” she cheered, mustering up the excitement in her tone and hiding the worry. She tried to be louder to make up for the fact that not everyone had cheered her sister's name. The apprentice ceremonies flew by, she watched the kittens approach with concealed excitement, she remembered how nervous she was when she was a kit, hopefully this generation of kits weren’t so nervous about becoming apprentices. The same sentiment was extended to Bluepaw, he may be older but it was still a nerve wracking thing to become an apprentice. “Bluepaw! Daisypaw! Fluffypaw! Weedpaw! Sangriapaw! Coffeepaw!”

As the chants died down she realised that the warrior ceremonies would be next, once again she glanced Oddpaws way. Grinning at them when he was called to the front alongside his peers also earning their names today. Despite her excitement for her partner she remains respectful as she listens to Florabreeze earn her name, then the attention is given to Oddpaw. Owlheart can’t help but wonder what her mother will name him, hopefully it was something as charming as he was, not that she would ever admit that thought out loud. Oddgleam, he’s called, for his creativity and confidence. Oh how her heart soars at the name, she was smiling so wide that she was sure her face would ache afterwards. It suited him, something bright and fun, something bold yet delicate sounding at the same time. It seemed crafted to complement the fire of an attitude that they liked to let shine. It was beautiful, just like they were. Oddgleam, she was looking forward to calling him that in future.

Pollenclaw’s name suited her too, something as sharp as she was. She would have to congratulate her after the meeting later. Hopefully she was in the mood for celebrations, yet she could understand why the newly named warrior would not be, a glance is thrown skyward, she hoped that Mottledove could see her children now. She hoped that Pinefeather received the name that he wanted, after the discussion about warrior names a few moons back she wasn’t sure if he had an expectation for it. “Florabreeze! Oddgleam! Pollenclaw! Pinefeather!” She cheers, holding herself back from yowling Oddgleam’s name, of course the passion in calling out for them was evident in comparison to the other new warriors but she didn’t want to make a scene. ​

 

[edenberry ?!]

There's no denying it... every single moon brings to question how many more they'll have before one of their peers succumbs to the violence of their lives. If there were a way to blanket their friends in the warm spaces between their arms and hold them there where they might be safe for a couple moons longer.... Edenberry is made miserable knowing that for all their length in limb, they are still not long enough. Staring up at Orangestar with uncertainty, it isn't a doubt of her leadership that weighs heavily on their mind, but the fear that she too understands this... and can do nothing to stop it. They'd been told time and again StarClan were meant to be guardians of the living... to guide them and keep them on a path of safety.

But... Mottledove was dead. What sense was there in that? Twitchbolt was so shaken that even his usual skittish nature was compounded so dramatically, it pained them to see him like that. Even though their spat with Otterbite had happened a long time ago now, they still couldn't help but jump at the sudden presence of another beside them... would he feel the same way?

It doesn't surprise them... to hear he's given up the ghost of responsibility as deputy. It's too much for any cat, they think... they can't fathom why Orangestar herself had endured it so long. Being a lead warrior seems fine... it is half so important and prioritizes different things... and does not promise that you will watch one of your closest friends die over and over again until it's finally done. And then it's your turn.

Which is why it's a horror to hear her new deputy-

Green eyes shift to take in the confidence-washed figure of their partner... ever the vision of perfection, the idol of what an ideal warrior is. She had always been that way, hadn't she? A representative of SkyClan on the journey... An adept hunter and even better fighter upon her return.... and as Edenberry struggled wildly to keep up with her, to practice in quiet moments alone to catch up to her-

She just kept... slipping away.

They swallow past the nervousness that rises in their throat, pulling their face into a smile of congratulations that doesn't match the guilt that swirls in their belly. How are they meant to keep up...? Was it finally over.. the illusion that they could? Did she know it too? Could she continue to love them despite that? (The questions are overwhelming, even as they lean to try and touch their nose to her shoulder in congratulations- even as they pull away to cheer above the loud, dissenting murmurs that suggested Cherryblossom didn't earn this... that she wasn't ready for it).

"Cherryblossom! Cherryblossom!" There are so few other voices that rise up with theirs... and it stings. It feels unfair and bitter and then Silversmoke has the audacity to ask in front of the entire clan that Orangestar have the council convene as soon as possible. He is a jealous, seething bat... and cannot admit that his usefulness ends at lead warrior, if even that.

Other names are called for promotion and Edenberry is ever the diligent cheerleader- this clan, every single member, deserved recognition for their accomplishments... and it wasn't up to them to pass judgement on whether or not these things were deserved enough. "Figfeather!" She also deserved this... had earned it ten-fold and now took her place aside her brother. It seemed more and more like you were either born into a family of success or you werent-

It left them to wonder if maybe they'd been born into a family of failures and just... didn't know them to know that.

"Bluepaw! Daisypaw! Fluffypaw! Weedpaw! Sangriapaw! Coffeepaw!" A new generation of apprentices to protect and cherish. "Florabreeze! Oddgleam! Pollenclaw! Pinefeather!" And more warriors to crowd the den that much more... Hopefully they would not be singing their death songs anytime soon. And there would be moons to come to continue to cheer for them.

You have to do more, a kit-mewling voice of their younger self demands, You can't fall behind.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 i can still hear you sing

• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 12 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
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[GREENEYES]

✧ . Uncertainty doesn’t quell at Orangestar’s next words, rather stores itself in later opportunity and a means of convening. Based on the murmurs that reach his ears — both of his councilmates and his clanmates — he’s not the only one who shares concerns toward the leader’s choice.

As older apprentices gain new mentors, his gaze searches for his former in the crowd. He doubts Falcongaze is too fond of such a decision either, and Greeneyes takes his struggle to find the young warrior as confirmation of such. A long-standing rivalry, would he have felt the same, had he shared similar feelings of Twitchbolt upon his own promotion? One step in front of him, his friend has always seemed to be — perhaps he would’ve.

The thought gets stored away beside his qualms toward SkyClan’s newest deputy as the meeting moves on, and his youngest kin is called forward. Today is their day, even with all that laid before this moment. And as their names begin to shift from kit to paw, Greeneyes can’t help but to think back fondly on his own apprentice ceremony — the excitement and anticipation toward who his mentor would be that he’d carried then, now bestowed upon his nieces and nephews.

And it only continues, as Daisykit becomes Daisypaw, and Figfeather is assigned to him. A good pairing in his sister and their shared nephew, Greeneyes can’t help the delight that radiates in his gaze — an honor to train their kin granted to him next, as Fluffykit becomes Fluffypaw. His soft-spoken niece — ever a reminder of her mother, of his oldest sister — is assigned to him.

An encouraging smile guides his new apprentice forward on trembling paws. “ Hi, cariño, “ he whispers back to his niece in greeting, a press of the nose following. I’ll do my best, she promises. Greeneyes nods in agreement.

“ I know you will, Fluffypaw, “ he cheers her on, a promise of his own, “ And, I’ll do my best too. “

As her ceremony closes, he settles back in place to hear word of the rest of his kin’s ceremonies. Weedpaw is assigned to Sorrelsong, and Sangriapaw to Johnnyflame — both are fitting pairs, but Greeneyes can’t say the same at the dread that inches upward at Slate’s assignment to Coffeepaw. A strong warrior, though one with… unfitting beliefs for his daylight apprenticed nephew. The lead warrior can only hope that his fellow council-mate will be able to set aside his distaste to train the chocolate tabby.

“ Daisypaw! Fluffypaw! Weedpaw! Sangriapaw! Coffeepaw! “ Greeneyes chants for his kin as their ceremonies come to an end. And then for the warriors that follow suit: “ Florabreeze! Oddgleam! Pollenclaw! Pinefeather! “​

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENEYES ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Lead Warrior of SkyClan.
  ✧ . A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  ✧ . Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  ✧ . Mentored by Sheepcurl ; Mentor to Fluffypaw, formerly Falcongaze
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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