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the first of them, lichentail.. he could not imagine the shame of being kept from patrols unless held by the paw like an apprentice, and so soon after just receiving her freedom from back from ravensong’s den. what a pity, “ i would expect this behavior of boneripple, “ he’s known her for moons more than riverclan had existed, grew with her beyond the marshes — and even he is surprised her kits made it to birth. he thinks of willowroot, who’d not been so lucky, and the kits star - laden in the heavens above. overworking, defiance, not listening. his ears flick back, resists the urge to flick icicle eyes towards his own, pregnant mate. the phantom had made his concerns clear before the life stemming from him had been confirmed, ” but not of my lead warrior. “ blue eyes settle on lichentail amidst the crowd, towards boneripple. both risks he had begun leaning into regret, unable to ignore the rousing suspicion burning at the back of his skull. their skulking, and blessed, blessed silence ; perhaps it would be a comfort, but their undermining had been uncovered already. hyacinthbreath had sealed her fate when she’d spared one who would not have spared her — would their wishful thinking be the end of them, as well? one day they would meet a cat with not a kindling of warmth in them, calloused beyond protecting their lands. one day, they would regret showing their throats before knowing true intent.
and what did they slink and stare over now? to have been chastised like children for biting at his warmth when he was there to protect, not against ashpaw, but where she had come from. what beasts had taken her, and where were they now? and hellebore’s parents.. it keeps him awake already, wide - eyed in his nest, only lulled into sleep by the warmth at his side. ” now, to news that should have been my first, had i not have had to incline you all to kitsit my warriors. ashpaw — ashpaw has been returned to us. “ ashpaw. he remembers her fighting alongside him so vividly, remembers the confidence and water - blood slicking through their fur up to the mid limb. he remembers iciclefang returning without her, voice more lost than he’d heard in her many moons. he’d been there at her birth, had seen her grow beneath smokethroat, seen her dispondance and loss for sunrises before life hardened her again. ashpaw had been a constant since they’d travelled riverside, since she’d been nothing but a bundle of russet fluff and loud excitement. he’s a memory of her crouched over a molly he’d considered like his daughter, as red with blood as the patches of ruddy color that splashed pumpkinpaw’s unmoving figure. she’d looked up at him with wavering emerald eyes and despite his refusal to speak of her, to even acknowledge she had existed in his grief.. her name does not fall from his mouth even now, not spoken once to those closest, to smokethroat. he’d not had to.
for moons the phantom has burned beneath prying eyes and should - haves, but his jaw tightens, teeth grinding. he moves forward,, ” she had been abducted by twolegs. they are bolder during greenleaf — i ask you all to remain in large groups if wandering near the campsite. “ disgusting beasts. the thought of their filthy paws pulling her away, taking her from their land, her home. his claws unsheathe, tap at the rock below, ” the stars have found ashpaw safely home, but not all of us will be so lucky. “ the thought of losing more cats to wandering twolegs — monsters. they were savage, disruptive monsters.
a gust of breath. now, to more pressing matters, ” as i’ve said, we will be meeting with the ripple colony this evening. i will be taking @Snakeblink @willowroot @Aspenhaze and @MUDPELT with me, apprentices are welcome at your discretion, should they be able to behave themselves. “ all with a careful friendliness, warm without exposing their weaknesses. snakeblink, a tall, intimidating figure, but spoken well, calm. willowroot, maternal and open as she was, a presence easy to fall into. aspenhaze, a level, yet playful spirit. mudpelt, golden beam amidst their ranks. he holds his tongue before he can continue, before another name falls from his maw.. clearsight — he would’ve been on this patrol, the briefest thought has him turning his head, gritting his teeth. the things he deserved to see got longer each day, didnt it? it always would. he thinks briefly of bringing clayfur in his stead, but it would be for naught, ” put on your best face, and keep your eyes open. we are going under the guise of discussion, but i want you to investigate this camp as well. any strange activity, anything of note, i want reported to me. “ any signs of deceit, signs of danger.
the curl - furred leader looks down, searches the crowd to find a familiar rosetted face and blinding eyes. “ cindershade, i want you to lead your own patrol to shadow us. keep to the reed, keep upwind. you’ve seen how many there are, and i’ve not a clue how many more toil away in that mud pit. “ the phantom would not let them come unprepared. he would not let them be overpowered, should they turn hostile in their home environment. dark - furred and stealthy, razor - clawed.. he gives his lead a brief nod, of assurance, of confidence. cindershade, alongside snakeblink, the longest standing of leads upon smokethroat’s step into deputy duty.. and everything to show for it. his trust in her is not misplaced, no seed of doubt to plant in his mind, ” should anything go wrong, i will call. take who you think will serve you best. “ — cunning, stealthy cats. those with power behind their claws and enough sense to keep them hidden until the time arrives ; a test, too, he would say. how would she go about her patrol? he is eager to find out.
” those attending the gathering this moon are : @Petalnose @Aspenhaze @Poppysong @PIKESPLASH @Snakeblink @Lakemoon . and @ICICLEFANG . apprentices are, once again, welcome to attend at your discretion. “ and ravensong, of course. smokethroat would be a given as well, should he not swell each day further with life. a heavy sigh, visible slumping of thin shoulders signifies the end of disheartening news and potential threats. instead, a smile dances wolfishly onto bladed features, ” now.. let’s move on to ceromonies, shall we? “
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i. activity shoutouts to @RAVENSONG @lichentail @Petalnose @Cindershade @Mosspaw @Aspenhaze and @Snakeblink !! you guys ROCK SO MUCH keep up the amazing work !!
ceremonies will be next post for coherency < 3 be sure to throw in last minute ceremonies you may need to #mentor-finder in our clan discord!!
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˖ ⁺ ｡ ˚ ⠀ CICADASTAR⠀⠀
−−−c−−−⠀⠀king of the rivers.
m. he / him. black smoke & tortoiseshell chimera with intense salt - blue eyes. a handsome, looming tom bearing patchwork black - silver curls that fall over his slim figure in loose, shining rivulets, broken with white and glossy from his fish diet. descending from a heritage of overtyped oriental shorthairs, cicadastar stands unusually tall amongst his peers, and holds himself with a tragic grace, poised and prim and ever - aware of how he is being perceived.
ᨒ gay, mated to smokethroat. smells like wet stone & moss.
ᨒ speaks with a german accent. 50 moons, ages every 50 posts.
penned by antlers
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