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− ♱ ABOUT : deputies. the great leader of skyclan had named deputies, proving his kind again incompetent enough to lead themselves. he could only hope that thunderclan fared better, but hope was a concept fleeting on itself. the mottled felidae led his warriors back in silence, head low and ears twitched back in thought. the others had seemed interested in the concept and it only felt bitter in his mouth, fermenting like rotten apples on the barbs of his tongue. hare whiskers had not had a deputy — hell, briarstar had not had a deputy until now. burnout came with the territory he'd heard, and while exhaustion pries deep into his marrow, he would do as he always had : push forward, however dark the path ahead him lie. tonight's gathering had given him much to think about, and by the time he's pushing through the reeds into camp, he'd made his decisions. cicada could only hope that it wouldn't come back to bite him in the tail.
the tall tom firmly strides forward, icecut luminaries scanning for faces as he makes his way towards the large rock studding their camp. it seemed high enough, though as he lands far more gracefully atop the stone than he had the rotting log, he looms. full moon at his back, the riverclan leader would tip his chin up, icy eyes glinting white in the moonlight, " let all cats old enough to swim gather beneath the river rock, " river rock. he liked that, " i apologize for the nightcap, truly, but i come with news from the other clans. all leaders, similar to i, have received nine lives. all clans have been gifted a medicine cat. " his gaze scopes the faces beneath him, long, lithe limbs coming to settle beneath him, tail wrapping loosely around snowy paws. a stark contrast to his last ' meeting ', though still healing. still tired. the night had been long, and he wanted nothing more than to curl in his nest and forget. tough chance. cicadastar flicks an ear, relaxing aching shoulders, "no matter. the clans are strong, but riverclan is stronger. " it wasn't run by a pet, for one. his lip twitches, steely expression breaking for only a moment.
" blazestar, as he's called now, has pathetically implemented a rank of deputy. fitting for a kittypet to need help in such a way — we will not be doing this. " accented vocals are firm, strict. his attention seeks those present at the gathering, gauging their faces through slightly narrowed eyes. he had no need for a right - hand, and he would not entertain any thought of it. he would lead alone ; standing now with his shoulders back, head tilted skyward, he seemed capable of it, "that being said, i cannot be everywhere at once. i need trusted, proven warriors to carry out tasks others cannot. cats willing to bear responsibility, to act as a guide -- a role model for your clanmates. my lead warriors. " the mottled felidae sits tall, silhouette casting darkness over a sea of sleep - rustled river cats. the man hoped most of them had waited up -- he was quick to leave once announcements had wrapped up, saying his goodbyes with a polite smile and a nervous itch growing under his paws.
he had two specific cats in mind for this, and though he fights ( and barely succeeds ) to conceal the caution in his voice, he finds a familiar black smoke amidst the crowd, " willowroot, named for your heritage and your strong, sturdy foundation. you have proven yourself a valuable asset, loyal and brave." saving boar, aiding at the border, joining in hopes of a bright future − a sacrifice for the greater good of their child, " please step forward." he dips his head ; they were not yet friendly, but they had his respect, truly earned. after a moment, he would straighten up, now attempting to find another face among his warriors. a slim black tom, tall with eyes that burn like the sun . . more familiar than willowroot, though not by much, " and smokethroat. named for your stealth ; a shadow, silent and strong. you are a prime example of a warrior, a cat to look up to. please step forward. " the man speaks, a smile coming to grace his dark maw, " i say this now so that starclan may hear my words, i ask you both to step up as my lead warriors. "
in the distance, there is a sound − muffled and far away, deep like thunder but curt. cicadastar pauses, brow furrowing and muzzle tipping upwards to the wind. a beat passes in silence and he chalks it up to his imagination, giving his head a little shake and returning his attention to the two gathered before him, " do you accept? "
big congrats to @willowroot and @Smokethroat !! yall have been amazing in both ic & ooc activity, and super excited to have you both on the team! tryouts have closed and riverclan's very first deputy has been chosen! be sure to keep an eye on the discord for that announcement and stay tuned here, because it seems something odd is happening just across the river . . .
the tall tom firmly strides forward, icecut luminaries scanning for faces as he makes his way towards the large rock studding their camp. it seemed high enough, though as he lands far more gracefully atop the stone than he had the rotting log, he looms. full moon at his back, the riverclan leader would tip his chin up, icy eyes glinting white in the moonlight, " let all cats old enough to swim gather beneath the river rock, " river rock. he liked that, " i apologize for the nightcap, truly, but i come with news from the other clans. all leaders, similar to i, have received nine lives. all clans have been gifted a medicine cat. " his gaze scopes the faces beneath him, long, lithe limbs coming to settle beneath him, tail wrapping loosely around snowy paws. a stark contrast to his last ' meeting ', though still healing. still tired. the night had been long, and he wanted nothing more than to curl in his nest and forget. tough chance. cicadastar flicks an ear, relaxing aching shoulders, "no matter. the clans are strong, but riverclan is stronger. " it wasn't run by a pet, for one. his lip twitches, steely expression breaking for only a moment.
" blazestar, as he's called now, has pathetically implemented a rank of deputy. fitting for a kittypet to need help in such a way — we will not be doing this. " accented vocals are firm, strict. his attention seeks those present at the gathering, gauging their faces through slightly narrowed eyes. he had no need for a right - hand, and he would not entertain any thought of it. he would lead alone ; standing now with his shoulders back, head tilted skyward, he seemed capable of it, "that being said, i cannot be everywhere at once. i need trusted, proven warriors to carry out tasks others cannot. cats willing to bear responsibility, to act as a guide -- a role model for your clanmates. my lead warriors. " the mottled felidae sits tall, silhouette casting darkness over a sea of sleep - rustled river cats. the man hoped most of them had waited up -- he was quick to leave once announcements had wrapped up, saying his goodbyes with a polite smile and a nervous itch growing under his paws.
he had two specific cats in mind for this, and though he fights ( and barely succeeds ) to conceal the caution in his voice, he finds a familiar black smoke amidst the crowd, " willowroot, named for your heritage and your strong, sturdy foundation. you have proven yourself a valuable asset, loyal and brave." saving boar, aiding at the border, joining in hopes of a bright future − a sacrifice for the greater good of their child, " please step forward." he dips his head ; they were not yet friendly, but they had his respect, truly earned. after a moment, he would straighten up, now attempting to find another face among his warriors. a slim black tom, tall with eyes that burn like the sun . . more familiar than willowroot, though not by much, " and smokethroat. named for your stealth ; a shadow, silent and strong. you are a prime example of a warrior, a cat to look up to. please step forward. " the man speaks, a smile coming to grace his dark maw, " i say this now so that starclan may hear my words, i ask you both to step up as my lead warriors. "
in the distance, there is a sound − muffled and far away, deep like thunder but curt. cicadastar pauses, brow furrowing and muzzle tipping upwards to the wind. a beat passes in silence and he chalks it up to his imagination, giving his head a little shake and returning his attention to the two gathered before him, " do you accept? "
big congrats to @willowroot and @Smokethroat !! yall have been amazing in both ic & ooc activity, and super excited to have you both on the team! tryouts have closed and riverclan's very first deputy has been chosen! be sure to keep an eye on the discord for that announcement and stay tuned here, because it seems something odd is happening just across the river . . .
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− CICADA ; he / him, roughly thirty seven months old, riverclan leader
− tall black smoke tortie chimera with icecap eyes and curly fur, homosexual
− speaks with a german accent, former marshlander, penned by antlers - none.