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Flamestar

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〔✦〕Today would be a very busy morning. The clan had weathered the blizzard, and with the blessing of adding Fourtrees to their hunting grounds, they had managed to stay decently fed. A light snow was falling this morning, but compared to the previous past few days, it was nothing. Against Gentlestorm's wishes, she had managed to hobble just outside of her den. There was no way she would be able to make it onto the Highrock for this meeting. Even though her neck wound had healed after her life loss, the deep gash in her belly was still very fresh. As she waited for her clanmates to gather, she leaned against the Medicine Cat's side for support. There were too many ceremonies that needed performed for her to postpone any longer. She could imagine Howlingstar grumbling at her right now, but she was too stubborn for her own good. The clan had faced enough hardships already recently...they needed hope, progression. Even though Riverclan and Shadowclan had wronged them, Thunderclan wouldn't be kept down. Today they would begin training more youth, the future of Thunderclan.

"Rags. You have been with us for awhile now, and it is time you take on a clan name. From this moment on, you will be known as Bramblekit." She understood that he probably wouldn't understand the name change, but hopefully he would like his new name. "Bayingkit, Tigerkit, Stormkit, Berrykit, Twilightkit, you have reached the age of six moons and it is time you are apprenticed. Please step forward." Even though Nightbird had mostly returned to her duties, she was sure the Lead Warrior would be thrilled to return to the warriors den. As the kits obeyed, the settled on the first tabby figure in front of her. "Bayingkit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Bayingpaw. I will be your mentor." Though she wouldn't be able to begin training right away, she would continue her training as soon as her wound was healed. The leader stiffly leaned down, and touched her nose to the newest apprentice's forehead.

As she sat back up, she moved to the curious figure that was Tigerkit. "Tigerkit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Tigerpaw. Your mentor will be Thundergleam. Thundergleam is an honest warrior, I hope she will pass down all she knows on to you. Stormkit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Stormpaw. Once he is finished healing, your mentor will be Raccoonstripe. Your father is a brave warrior, I know he will pass down all he knows on to you." Raccoonstripe had been gravely injured during the Sunningrocks battle, but he was nearly recovered, and she was sure he would be delighted to have the opportunity to mentor his own kit. "Berrykit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Berrypaw. Your mentor will be Roaringsun. Roaringsun, I believe you are ready for your first apprentice. You are a spirited warrior, and I hope you will pass down all you know on to him." It was hard to believe that moons ago, Roaringsun had been a kittypet that had to spar Palefire to prove his desire to join the clan. He had grown into a fine young warrior, and she believed he would be an excellent mentor. Last, but not least. "Twilightkit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Twilightpaw. Your mentor will be Nightbird. Your mother is a clever warrior, and I know she will pass down all she knows on to you."

She smiled warmly as she watched each of the kits formally greet their mentors and take their places in the crowd. Though a heartwarming sight, there were still apprentices that needed reassigned. There had been casualties that left several apprentices mentorless. "Onepaw, Willowwhisker is unable to continue your training." Her mentor had visited her a few sunrises ago, asking for her to be reassigned. "Lovelight, I would like for you to continue her training. You were an excellent mentor to Hopepaw, and I know you will do great with Onepaw." The next two were results from casualty. Campionsong had been killed during the Shadowclan battle, and Darktuft had been slain by a fox. "Basilpaw. Campionsong gave you a solid foundation on your training. Amberdawn, you are a dedicated warrior. I believe you would be perfect to continue Basilpaw's training." The next mentor she had in mind had already received an apprentice earlier this meeting, but she knew the molly could handle a second. "Nightbird, I would like for you to continue Honeypaw's training. I know you will train them well." Darktuft had only just been assigned their mentor in the last meeting. Honeypaw was still a new apprentice, so hopefully the two apprentices would work well together.
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〔✦〕The blizzard has passed, finally, giving ThunderClan a much needed relief. Roaringsun had nearly forgotten what camp looked like due to the snowstorm impairing their eyesight! He hopes there will be no more blizzards through this Leafbare. . . he's had enough of it for a lifetime.

Flamestar's call for a ceremony comes as a surprise ( well, there was no call, but her figure emerging from the medics' den was enough for everyone to know she was about to make an announcement ), but it was time Nightbird's kits were to be apprenticed. . . so it should've been expected it would happen soon — the red tabby had been wounded recently on top of the Sunningrocks battle, so was it okay for her to be moving so much?

Bayingpaw and Flamestar, Tigerpaw and Thundergleam, Stormpaw and Raccoonstripe, Berrypaw and Roaringsun. . . what? Him? The golden-furred warrior doesn't expect to be made a mentor so soon and to one of Raccoonstripe's kids no less. Berrypaw is the son of two Lead Warriors — he could not afford to mess up the boy's training at all. Did that mean he couldn't meet up with Hawkspine as often anymore? . . .No, he would find a way to make it work; his friendship would not be lost to his duties as a mentor.

Roaringsun doesn't let his internal feelings stop him from stepping forward with pride to touch noses with the tabby who looks so much like his father. "After you've moved your nest to the apprentices' den we will go out, yeah?" He comments, trying to keep his voice low so he doesn't interrupt the meeting. The flame-sepia doesn't dwell much longer, and as Flamestar concludes the ranking-ups and reassignments, he cheers for them alongside his clanmates.
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I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //
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  • ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to berrypaw . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
    ✦ male / he/him / 14 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
    ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
    ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
    —— combat details here / battle notes

    ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
    ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
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Every day for the last several dawns, Twilightkit has awoken with the expectation that he will be made a paw. And for several days in a row, Flamestar's condition has rendered her unable to conduct her Clan. The child is not numb to the shift in time; he could count the moons between his birth and now and know that he is beyond the proper age, yet held back by circumstance unknown to him. The sky is soon to show as it did on the night of his birth for the seventh time; every day that Flamestar's star-wounded body refuses to mend is another day lost to the sands. ThunderClan is suffering now more than ever; he should've been utilized sooner.

He wakes and picks through his routine with the same innate need for perfection. With little work does his fur lay flat, tamed by a swift moving tongue. He waits as the sun further rises, his gaze fluttering over his mouthy siblings with little interest (for once; moments like these trouble him when he recalls them later.) And then, suddenly - she speaks. At what point Flamestar has managed to gather her torn muscle and skin well enough to settle by the highrock, he does not know; Gentlestorm stationed beside her tells him enough that this is not safe for her to do.

Golden eyes glower and he looks down the bridge of his nose, wondering if waiting would have been a better opportunity.

She does not summon them - she only begins speaking, and ThunderClan gathers at the silent command. He lingers with his littermates, waiting only a few measures before they are predictably brought forth. One by one, they are sold like cattle to the waiting paws of warriors, eager to mold the next generation. Twilightkit measures each figure that is awarded one of her kin as a prize; Flamestar, of course. Raccoonstripe is a given. Roaringsun is... new, but faithful and dedicated. Thundergleam gives the kitten pause, confused why a cat of such suspicious backgrounds is handed his sister (then again, why hadn't Stormywing's apprentice been taken from her?) And perhaps too predictably, he is paired with his mother. Twilightpaw, named for the pitch dark molly before him, reaches his nose to touch Nightbird's with ease, and his worry for his siblings burns into nothingness, instead replaced with an eagerness to move.

Eventually, Honeypaw is placed by his side, an apprentice close in age but further with experience. Twilightpaw used to share the nursery with them, and frankly, any apprentice is better than Howlpaw; and so, he does not fuss.

He sits back and waits for a proper dismissal, if one should ever come.
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Berrykit knew that he'd been getting too big for the nursery - really, it'd been apparent for some time now, that he and his siblings were due to become apprentices, and he had surmised that it was only the unexpected battles with RiverClan and ShadowClan that had held them back from becoming what they were meant to be. He knew that some of his siblings thought they ought to have been out there in the fight when it had happened, like their father and mother, but they'd been confined to the nursery by name alone.

That was another clue that they'd be rising up in the world soon enough: the fact that Nightbird had found it perfectly fine to leave them to their own devices while she went out to fight for ThunderClan. Twilightkit had been quick to antagonize those warriors who had preferred to spend their Leafbare in the nursery with more mouths to feed, during that time when their mother was away at war. There were times when Berrykit wondered what would have happened if RiverClan and ShadowClan had pushed further, tried to get to the heart of ThunderClan. He was certain that he and his siblings would have proven themselves in that case, defending the nursery and its inhabitants.

Now, though, as Twilightkit groomed himself to perfection, Berrykit sat outside the nursery, watching the goings-on of the Clan. He was just as surprised as his Clanmates to see Flamestar emerge, and without brevity, begin a meeting. Unorthodox, sure, but Berrykit was quick to forget any misgivings in conduct when the intention behind the meeting came to light. Bayingkit is called up first, standoffish and snarling, and Berrykit eyes his sister with a trained curiosity as she's apprenticed to Flamestar herself. Berrykit hadn't had an expectations for mentors, but he finds himself unenthused when Flamestar grants him Roaringsun.

The young warrior approaches him with gusto, and Berrypaw allows himself and Roaringsun the pleasure of seeing a broad smile cross his face - a smirk, if one looked too hard, perhaps. He shouldn't be so quick to air his grievances, he reminds himself. After all, Roaringsun wasn't a bad warrior - simply less experienced than those who were mentoring his siblings. With that kind of imbalance, it could pave the way for an interesting apprenticeship; more to consider, more to lose, but in that there was absolutely more to win.

"I look forward to it." Berrypaw responds with a lilt, touching noses with Roaringsun.
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Ah, the moon was wrapping up. Or had it already? That meant there was time for a meeting. The mostly white cat slipped in, listening. How time flew, that kits would be apprentices already.

"Congratulations, everyone!" He said, from the back. It was a good day when more cats were to be apprentices, it meant more warriors, and a larger force.

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He has only been back in the warrior's den a short minute before Flamestar is calling for the Clan to gather below the Highrock. He sighs — he'd been looking forward to sitting in his own nest, as opposed to the sickbed he'd been condemned to for nearly a moon, but he obeys without question. It's a big day, after all; he'd visited the nursery, and Nightbird had had her paws full, ensuring their kits were well-groomed and presentable for their big day. They were boisterous — and in truth, it's hard for him to believe they'll at last begin their warrior training. He does not know how he feels about it, except...

It does mean Nightbird will return to the warrior's den, and it does mean she will share his nest again at last. That is a comfort, through all the uncertainty, that he clings to.

His vision is halved, and his body is weak from disuse, but otherwise, he sits tall and strong amidst his Clanmates. Flamestar begins the meeting by allowing a foundling to be given a Clan name — Bramblekit. She moves on quickly, calling his gaggle of children forward. His eye follows them: Twilightkit, her silver fur a pale beacon amidst her dark-furred siblings; Bayingkit, Tigerkit, Berrykit, like misprinted clones of one another, fighting for attention; Stormkit, their unruly shadow.

One by one, his kits lose the names he and Nightbird had given them. Tigerpaw, his uncertain girl, his show-off, is apprenticed to Thundergleam. Raccoonstripe immediately shoots Flamestar an incredulous look. That traitor is to mentor my daughter? He glares in the pale warrior's direction, hoping she can feel the heat from his stare. Daughter of a murderer is meant to be training my kit? He thinks he should have a word with Flamestar about his, in truth, but he's distracted by the next kit's ceremony.

Stormpaw is apprenticed... to him. Raccoonstripe's fur prickles. Oh, great StarClan! Stormpaw can't see where his father sits in the crowd, so the tabby lumbers toward him, lowering his nose so his black-furred son can brush his own against it. Not only do I have to finish Scarletpaw's training crippled, but now I've got to figure out how to teach a cat who can't see at all! He almost wonders if Flamestar is playing some kind of prank on him... is this meant to be a comment on his lost eye?

Regardless, Raccoonstripe says, his voice brisk: "Don't get too comfortable. I'll let you go pick out a nest in the apprentice's den, but then you and I are going out." He feels bad for Scarletpaw — perhaps he'll assign her some other duty for the day, like sparring a denmate, so she won't have to relearn all the basics Stormpaw will need.

After they touch noses, Raccoonstripe sits back, his son now by his side, as the rest of the kits are paired. Berrypaw, named for his beloved brother, is given to Roaringsun, which disquiets him a little... but, despite the former kittypet's yellow-bellied approach to SkyClan's borders, he had saved Raccoonstripe's life. He does not allow himself to dwell on Roaringsun any longer; he just hopes Berrypaw gets a decent education from the golden warrior.

Twilightpaw is given to Nightbird, and he nods imperceptibly with approval. Twilightpaw is the child most like his mother; he is cool, collected, and level-headed. Raccoonstripe believes them to be a good fit. Better than some of these others Flamestar had come up with...

And then Bayingpaw, his biggest, fiercest kit, is apprenticed to Flamestar herself. Raccoonstripe's single eye burns with pride — it is a great honor for one's child to be trained by the Clan leader. He wonders if Flamestar has seen some great potential in the girl... She's not in for an easy go of it with that one, but I think Flamestar can handle her.

Next come to the reassignments. Lovelight takes over Onepaw's training, whereas Basilpaw, left alone after his father's death, is given to Amberdawn. Nightbird, like him, is given a second apprentice in Honeypaw.

Raccoonstripe cheers for the cats who had been renamed: "Bramblekit! Bayingpaw! Twilightpaw! Tigerpaw! Stormpaw! Berrypaw!" He nudges Stormpaw with his forepaw, his voice stern, now: "Remember what I said? Hop to it! We've got work to do!"

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  • Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
    — "speech", thoughts, attack
    — 48 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
    — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Scarletpaw and Berrypaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
    — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
    — currently mated to Nightbird.
    — penned by Marquette.

    lh black tabby with white and a single dark brown eye. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.

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Resolve struggled past the sorrow within her- she had spoken to Flamestar, felt perhaps too-generous forgiveness washing over her. It gave her the strength to sit up straight in this crowd of cats, to face the leader with hope. Knowledge, that she was wanted here... that she was needed. A swathe of new apprentices to be named, ThunderClan's fantastic future blooming before her, and how fortunate she was to witness it? Observe, and be a part...

And be a part, indeed. An unexpected blow- an unforseen blessing- the little tiger was given to her as protoge. Sweet, curious thing- Thundergleam's eyes fluttered in shock, finding the wildcat among them. And the turn of gazes her way, perhaps surprised- perhaps disapproving- she felt the boiling sting the same way she felt Father's eyes dotting the stars. Tigerpaw, her student... and she would not speak any of the fith Trufflepelt had. No, no. Her own mentor, her own...

Worry gripped her throat. She may make a monster. "You shall be strong," she told her apprentice, leaning to touch their noses together. A message for herself also, maybe... "I am thrilled to begin."

No better chance to prove herself, in the shaping of another. And her throat bobbed to celebratory chorus, feeling the prickles of joy beginning again. ​
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Nightbird had tried her best grooming him, but he'd not been well-behaved, really. Who could blame him? Expected to sit still in this anticipation... because finally he was going to be free! Undeniably bored of the lack of anything beautiful in camp, his understanding of that stupid word slipping away from him by the second. Maybe there was still a chance for it, here- Flamestar's voice rang out, and he bustled forward, paws clumsy and uncaring. Frayed whiskers felt their way forward, forging; if he gave one of his siblings a knock, they probably wouldn't care.

Tigerkit was given to that weirdo. And him, he was next- would've liked to be first. What was the meaning of the order, anyway?

Swiftly, that pondering fled from him- Raccoonstripe, she said. Stormkit's- Stormpaw's face lit up, entirely- he swivelled his head left, right, wherever, in an attempt to pick up his father's scent among the crowds. Someone was nearing, and he could make a good guess who- he leaned forwards into the touch. it was probably a little more than a nose-brush. Collision, really. He was bouncing on his paws.

"Out," he said, hungrily. Berrypaw went to Roaringsun ... sure, whatever. Him and Tigerpaw were certainly losing the best-mentor competition. Twilightpaw to Nightbird... ugh, a rival for the top spot. And then... Bayingpaw to Flamestar. Stormpaw felt a flare of annoyance, then- an eager push to prove he was better. "I don't even care what my nest is. As long as I have one. Let's go out now," slavering, like a dog. For anything good, anything that was beautiful, anything that was interesting. Anything but staying here another second!​
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〔✦〕Though pained, her eyes glowed warmly as she watched the new apprentices touch noses with their mentors. This was one of her favorite parts about holding ceremonies...the excitement on the kit's eyes when they were stripped from their kit name, and met the warrior who would be teaching them for the next six moons. Of course, it was second to when the apprentices received their warrior names. The pride in their eyes was an unmatchable feeling during warrior ceremonies, and it warmed her heart to no end. She waited for a few more heartbeats, giving them all time to return to the crowd. Raccoonstripe's glare hadn't gone unnoticed, and she met it calmly. After the meeting, she was sure to receive a scolding at some point. But she trusted Thundergleam, even if the tabby did not.

There was one more thing to announce, and she let her gaze settle on Burnstorm for a moment. She gave him a smile, and a small nod before lifting her gaze to address the crowd. It was nice to not have to raise her voice as much, being down here on the ground. There were many things she could probably say today, but it was no secret that their territory had been stolen, and the clan knew she had full intentions on retaliation...but her belly wound was starting to throb, and it would be only a matter of time before Gentlestorm noticed the stiffening of her pelt. "I have one final announcement...Burnstorm has informed me he would like to step down from his position as lead warrior, to spend more time with his family. He has served his clan well, and I wish him the best in his retirement." She was sure Howlingstar was looking down on him with love at his decision. "That is all for today, this meeting is dismissed."
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no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //
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  • FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
    ✦ afab / she/her / 39 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
    ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
    ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
    —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
    ★★★★★★☆☆★

    ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
    ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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    a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.
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At her leaders call, Roeflame is quick to settle down for the meeting alongside her apprentices and mate. Today would hold a bittersweet feeling for the deputy; while they would be gaining back an asset on the council in Nightbird, they would be losing one in Burnstorm.

Roeflame couldn't say she didn't understand her mates decision to step down from Flamestars council, and had done what she could to support him in readying for the transition. He had been at her side for so long, preceding even Roeflame's own promotion to Lead Warrior, it would be strange not looking to him during council meetings any longer. Instead, he'd be waiting for her return in their shared nest- but that was more than enough for Roeflame.

Flamestar is quick to begin the apprentice ceremonies, starting with Raccoonstripe and Nightbirds litter. While both parents are assigned one each, Tigerpaw's assignment draws a hint of surprise in Roeflame's gaze. Instinctively, she spares a glance in Raccoonstripes direction before following the ceremonious chant; "Bramblekit! Bayingpaw! Twilightpaw! Tigerpaw! Stormpaw! Berrypaw!"

As Flamestar continues on to reveal the news of Burnstorms decision, Roeflame reaches a forepaw for her mates, extending her quiet support for her beloved.
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  • ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
    ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
    ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
    ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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Stormywing shifts on her paws before sitting down next to Thundergleam to listen to the clan meeting. Her golden eyes are fixed on Flamestar as she begins the ceremonies, trading in kits for future warriors in training. Her ears prick then as she hears Thundergleam's name in the announcement. The leader's words echo in her ears: Thundergleam is an honest warrior. Elation fills her at that statement, pride and joy lighting up her expression as she looks to her friend excitedly. Even after the incident with her father, Thundergleam is still seen as the loyal, capable warrior she knows her to be, enough so to be honored with an apprentice of her own! Flashes of memories flicker through her mind, scenes of training the albino in the ways of clan-life. Back then, she'd thought Thundergleam was strange, too much of an outsider to truly belong.

But now...

Now, she sees the way Thundergleam holds herself - shoulders set, resolve gleaming in her blush gaze. There's confidence there, strength born from hardship that comes with being a warrior. And the tabby feels a twinge of pride that she had been part of her journey. A rush of affection follows - she's so very happy for her. Her tail swishes sharply against her flank as she wrestles with herself. She should say something. Congratulate her. Act normal. But what comes out instead is soft, almost teasing, as she leans into Thundergleam. "I'll take it personally if you're not the best mentor ThunderClan has ever seen. I only train the best." There's a grin tugging at her lips, the kind only the ivory she-cat could draw from her these days. Her voice lowers slightly, quieter so only Thundergleam can hear. "...You're gonna do great." And then, because she can't quite resist, she flicks her tail lightly against Thundergleam's shoulder as her friend moves to go touch her nose to her new apprentice's. The warmth in her chest lingers even as she leaves, and Stormywing watches with pride. She can't wait to see every step of Tigerpaw's training, every move Thundergleam makes in this new chapter of her life.

Flamestar continues the meeting with another announcement, and as soon as the words leave her lips Stormywing feels the ground beneath her shift. Burnstorm, stepping down? She blinks, her golden gaze snapping to him in the crowd. Her heart thuds unevenly in her chest. Burnstorm had always been a constant - an apprentice she befriended, a lead warrior she admired, a friend who often matched her sharp tongue and impulsiveness. To be a lead warrior was her dream. How could he give it up so easily? For a heartbeat, bitterness prickles at the edges of her mind, but the tabby quickly shoves it down. Family. He's doing it for his family. The warmth that thought brings makes her bitterness seem selfish. It isn't her place to judge. Burnstorm isn't giving up; he's making a choice that matters to him.

When her leader dismisses the meeting, Stormywing rises from her spot, weaving through the dispersing cats to reach one of her closest friends. She doesn't know what to say at first - how do you talk to someone who just gave up what you've always wanted? But when she reaches him, she finds herself bumping her shoulder against his, a rare gesture of affection. "I don't know if I could've made the choice you did, but...you've always done what's right for the clan. And for yourself." Her tail flicks against his flank, and for a heartbeat, she softens. "Seriously, you've been one of the best. I hope you know that." It isn't easy to step away, but Burnstorm had done it with grace. If it had been her, she isn't sure she could've handled it as well.

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Tigerkit's taking too long. She's taking too long to figure out what she's going to be. Her future isn't ready yet... but none of the friends leaving her behind can wait for that, really... Nightbird can't wait for that, not when she's bored of them already. Not when she grooms her for what might be the last time, and that thought probably didn't make her feel funny the way it made Tigerkit feel funny. Raccoonstripe definitely can't wait for it either, not with his one eye... He deserved an eye in exchange, one just for him that he wouldn't have to fight with any of his siblings over... It couldn't be Twilightkit that got it for him. Not Stormkit, not Bayingkit, or Berrykit either. None of them ever mean the things the say, but she was different.

She tries not to ruffle her fur, not to ruin Nightbird's hard work... She's grateful. She's kind... She's genuine... None of the cats standing with her were like that. She doesn't understand why no one else could see it...

Maybe Flamestar did, least of everyone. Tigerkit's practiced face is ruined, cause her eyes are too wide and her ears are flat. What did Bayingpaw ever do but be bad? Kits scolded her, warriors scolded her... It's why Flamestar wanted to watch her herself, wasn't it? Because she knows she's trouble, and trouble needs to be watched... The thought didn't make Tigerkit feel better, though. Bayingpaw still got to be the Leader's apprentice. Maybe Flamestar was too dumb to realize that...

...That's not really nice of her to think. Nothing Bayingpaw ever did was nice, though.

She doesn't feel different at all when she's Tigerpaw. She feels funny, when her mentor is Thundergleam. She likes Thundergleam's eyes. She likes Thundergleam's fur. Both had been taken from her, and Thundergleam didn't even seem to mind... Maybe cause she knew she wore them best. Tigerpaw wants to be like her.

Her eyes are wide upon her mentor. She hopes her apprentice will look at her the same way, someday. " Please, " she mews. She hopes Thundergleam knows just how important it is. Hopefully she isn't frowning too much, when she glances toward Stormywing...

Raccoonstripe doesn't look too happy when Stormpaw is his apprentice. Tigerkit's not sure why, but she's glad anyways. She's happy about Berrypaw's mentor too. And Twilightpaw... Nightbird would be too busy looking after Honeypaw to give him the attention he wants, right?

There have been lots of cats like Flamestar, but none like Thundergleam, she reminds herself. It's only a little too late, her mew of, " Me too. " She knows she'll have to make her voice louder.​
 
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Another moon had passed, and somehow Thunderclan survived. A lot had occurred since the last time Flamestar had called them all to gather beneath the Highrock. They'd lost territory, lost lives, lost hope. And yet, despite the challenges they had initially faced, the cats of the forest had managed to prepare well for leaf-bare. The alliance with Windclan and additional hunting grounds in Fourtrees certainly helped, but Palefire couldn't shake the swell of pride at her clanmates' determination. Time and time again, Thunderclan proved they could overcome any odds. And they would come out stronger for it in the end.

The lynx-point joined the crowd as their leader took her place above them, albeit slower than she usually moved. Icy blue eyes narrowed worriedly on Flamestar's still-healing figure as she situated herself. That wound on her stomach looked nasty and painful; it was a miracle she was up and walking already. The young warrior tried not to feel concerned that the red tabby had already lost a life so soon into her reign, but if they were lucky, she would go a long while before losing another. Ideally, she'd not lose anymore altogether, but Palefire wasn't so naive as to believe that could be possible.

Announcements came and went, with one of their recently rescued kittens receiving a new name. Bramblekit. Fitting for a new child of the woodlands. Then Nightbird's brood was called forward, and Palefire sat straighter, ears swivelling to hear every word. However strained their relationship had been in the past, the lilac molly still held great respect for her former mentor. She'd raised fine kits, who would undoubtedly make excellent warriors like their parents someday.

Each was assigned to a capable mentor, with Raccoonstripe and Nightbird being assigned one of their offspring to train. It would be quite a feat for any of them to fail now. Honeypaw and Basilpaw were also reassigned, in the wake of their mentors' deaths. Palefire raised her voice to call their names alongside her clanmates. "Bramblekit! Bayingpaw! Tigerpaw! Stormpaw! Berrypaw! Twilightpaw!"

Where usually they would be dismissed to go about their duties, Flamestar suddenly called out once more above the din. The pale warrior had risen to her paws, turning to go, but she paused at her leader's words. Burnstorm had decided to step down from his post as lead warrior to spend more time with his family.

Ocean eyes traversed the sea of faces searching for the ebony tomcat, a mixture of curiosity and surprise burning in their depths. It wasn't often that one of their higher-ranking warriors left their position willingly, but she supposed it was as good a reason as any. His mate and kits were undoubtedly grateful for his sacrifice, but the clan would suffer for his absence. Before she left to find her apprentices for patrol, Palefire wove her way through the mingling bodies to find the male in question. "We'll miss having you on our frontline, Burnstorm. But I admire the choice you've made. I hope this doesn't mean we'll see less of you," she purred warmly.
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    PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 21 moons
    ⭃     lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and striking blue eyes
    ⭃ single, crushing on no one // npc x npc
    ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw // mentored by nightbird
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // all opinions ic
    ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
    ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots
 
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