RiverClan Leader's Den

[BEAR.]

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[BEAR.]

Raywood

Fortunately, the trek from the territory to camp was uneventful, and Bucknight managed to remain upright long enough to make it to his den. He dragged himself across the enclosed space, paws scuffing the loose soil of his den's floor, and he all but flopped beside his nest - leaving room for Cakeless to join him if he wished.

Blood plastered his fur, clumping along his underbelly and side where the blood had oozed, trickled and dried, and he twisted to lap at the matted fur, smoothing out some of the mass with his tongue. "How's your shoulder?" he asked, distracting himself from the mess that was his fur. "Is it bleeding?" Bucknight didn't have a lot in his den that would stanch blood, but there was some fresh moss stored by the entrance, and they could use that as a substitute for cobwebs.

A thought occurred to him, and he paused. "Will - you be staying?" Bucknight was torn between his desire for Cakeless to stay and his aversion of the thought of his dear friend feeling obligated to stay.

[Fawn]

Lunacross

Trailing after Bucknight into camp, Cakeless paused at the mouth of the leader's den, unaccustomed to going inside on an occasion such as this. Even though Bucknight was his friend and trusted ally, and he was certain that was mutual, it felt like an invasion of privacy to continue on without a second thought. But upon realizing there was nothing to lose in joining him for now, he followed, happening to notice a suspiciously Cakeless-sized space left which he settled into beside his companion.

He got a better view of Bucknight's injury as he started lapping some of the dried blood away. Although he mentally recognized it was healed, it nevertheless caused him to grimace. "Hurts," Cakeless responded dismissively and with a quiet chuckle. "How else would it be?" It wasn't bleeding anymore, but the mess of crimson lingered around the gash. If he wasn't so exhausted, he would devote more attention to his wound, but Cakeless couldn't find the energy to bother with the strenuous chore of cleaning himself or finding out how bad it was. He wasn't hemorrhaging to death, and that was good enough for the moment.

At Bucknight's question, Cakeless' ears flicked forward in a pinch of amused confusion and interest. "Lonely, or do you just like me here? Or maybe you're hoping I'll nuzzle you again," he suggested teasingly but didn't need an answer. "Yeah, I'll stay."

[BEAR.]

Raywood

"Well," he started, "it could still be bleeding, for one." Without having a chance to check out his wound, Bucknight also didn't know how severe his wound was, and he carefully began to lap around the gash; forgoing cleaning himself in favor of removing the blood from around Cake's open wound. "Should clean it up," he mumbled. "Less risk of it getting infected."

Grateful that Cakeless agreed to stay, he faintly chuckled, but he refrained from answering. As he finished licking the blood from around his wound, he buried his muzzle in Cakeless's fur. "I'm glad you're okay." He hadn't registered it at the time, but as a result of seeing his friend in the jaws of the fox, he was terrified of the prospect of being alone. In a world without Cakeless, he didn't know what he would do. His life would be meaningless - just a catalyst for Eternalstar and his plans for the clans.

[Fawn]

Lunacross

Again, he winced when Bucknight's tongue rasped over the cut and wished he would leave it alone for the night, almost certain he'd survive at least until morning. "You're doting," he muttered bluntly, wondering if that would get him to stop, not that he truly minded. He just wanted to sleep. Yawning, Cakeless added, "Pretty sure powerful leaders don't dote."

Thankful that he was finished after a couple minutes, he didn't make any movement to pull back as Bucknight's muzzle pushed into his fur and instead allowed the larger tom's warmth to surround him.

"You're right," he snickered, "life wouldn't be nearly as interesting with me dead." Although he yearned to say the same for Bucknight, the fact of it was that he hadn't walked away from the battle in an "alright" state. "You'd have to appoint a new warrior to slack off all day and never doing anything useful for the Clan."

[BEAR.]

Raywood

Satisfied that Cakeless's wound was cleaned, and content with keeping his muzzle burrowed in his fur, Bucknight sighed. "Hardly feel powerful." Dying was draining, and being torn open by a fox left a bitter taste in his mouth. Not being able to protect his C- friend wasn't a thought that improved his mood.

He wasn't wrong. Life without him would be dull. Bland. Colorless. ""Why would I appoint a new warrior in your place if you died?" The concept was absurd to him. "No one could replace you." He'd known him for the majority of their lives. They grew up together; friends since the flooding that destroyed the tunnels and brought Cakeless to Omengaze. It was solidified by their mentor/apprenticeship.

He'd always been there. The one consistency in Bucknight's life. The only cat he wanted in his life. Time wouldn't change that.

[Fawn]

Lunacross

Cakeless guessed that was fair when he'd lost a life, but it'd been to a noble cause: protecting a clanmate from a fox, which he likely would have died to otherwise. "Why not?" he meowed, voice a bit slowed as sleep began to lap at him. A lazy laugh shook his frame, "You sacrificed yourself. If that's not powerful, I don't know what is."

Falling quiet, Cakeless contemplated the question. "Well, it would be very unfulfilling to have a Clan with only hardworking warriors, wouldn't it? Boring." What Bucknight added caused him to falter as a flutter ran through his heart and stomach, then give a chuckle. "No one could ever replace you, either." It was humorous in a way and cliche to admit, but he didn't mind, nor did he think Bucknight would.

"How long was your invitation for?" Cakeless asked after a moment with no intentions to move, regardless of the reply. "Until sunrise? A moon?"

[BEAR.]

Raywood

Sacrificing himself may have been powerful in the sense it was for a noble cause, but Bucknight couldn't shake the unease that came with the phantom memory of teeth ripping into his flesh. His mind went back to Otterstar, his predecessor, whom had lost all her lives in a similar fashion. If not for each other, they'd both be dead.

Faintly, he chuckled at Cakeless's statement. "It would be, but that's why I have you. Do you honestly think any of those plebeians can out-laze you?" Bucknight was lucky his muzzle was concealed by Cake's fur. He wouldn't have been able to hide how his face lit up at his words.

"Forever," he responded instantly. Bucknight paused, struggling to find the words to proceed. Attempting to express emotion through words was always difficult. It baffled him how some cats seemingly could do it effortlessly. "I want you by my side, always."

[Fawn]

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"Didn't realize you knew that word," Cakeless teased as he referred to the rest of RiverClan's residents as "plebeians." In reality, he had a feeling there were a pawful of warriors like him, those who stuck around for the prey and dodged patrols whenever possible, but it was true; no cat was able to out-laze him, and surely that was a feat to be proud of.

The immediate response was surprising, though he couldn't quite pinpoint why when it'd felt as if there was more than friendship when it came to Bucknight, and there had been for a while now. "Forever, huh?" he repeated, a soft laugh hanging on the words. "You know, having such an attractive piece of cat--" the sarcasm bled through his voice, "by your side might prove to be a bit of a distraction, and you already have enough trouble watching where you're going."

With an affectionate purr, he joked, "Or maybe you want me there to make you look bigger." The size difference between them was obvious. "But," he went on, "I guess I'll have to take you up on that. Can't think of any place I'd rather be, after all."

[BEAR.]

Raywood

"Haven't been given the chance to use it," he returned. Outside of Cakeless, there were few cats he conversed with, and fewer he tolerated for a full discussion. Within the clan, there may have been other slacker warriors, but none of them would retain a hold around Bucknight's heart like his more-than-friend did.

Nervousness clung to him like a second pelt, for once uncertain as to how this conversation would play out. The only thing he was confident in was their relationship exceeded that of just friends.. but that didn't mean anything would come of it. "You're already a distraction," he said. "But that's alright. If I fall you'll just pick me back up -- figuratively."

"Could just be stealing you for your warmth," Bucknight mused. "With my superior size, I can smother the heat from you." As if. "Curled up in a warm nest?" he teased. "Can't imagine you being up for late night excursions." Withdrawing from his neck, Bucknight nuzzled Cakeless.

[Fawn]

Lunacross

"Yeah," he agreed, a scoff in his meow, "that won't be happening literally." Cakeless was fairly sure he couldn't physically move Bucknight at all, much less pick him up if he'd fallen over, though it would be a humorous endeavor.

Stealing him for his heat sounded like the most obvious excuse he'd ever heard, yet he went with it. "Wouldn't you rather have a bigger warrior? Or one with more fluff. In fact, you might have to kick me out, because I think I'm absorbing a larger amount of warmth than what I'm giving you," Cakeless warned. "Might want to considering bringing in someone more suitable for the job.

"This is sufficing," he responded, as it was just as comfortable as his own nest, if not more so given the presence of Bucknight. "My nest isn't as nice as this. I don't have apprentices at my beck and call to reline it with feathers and moss everyday." The idea of late night excursions warranted a questioning glance at him to ask, "You haven't had enough for one evening? No," he snickered, laying his head against Bucknight once again, "I'm not going anywhere unless you're willing to carry me."

[BEAR.]

Raywood

"I'll just stick to my figurative dreams," Bucknight hummed, brushing his nose against Cakeless's ear. He wasn't a light cat; a trait he attributed due to the near-constant supply of fish RiverClan contained access to, and the most he expected from Cakeless when it came to moving him was maybe being dragged.

"Well," he murmured, "you feel wonderfully cozy right now. I don't think have much body heat to give you at the moment, unfortunately." Dying, even momentarily, had a tendency of robbing one of warmth. It was Cakeless that provided him with welcomed body heat, and he wiggled to wrap his body around his smaller frame. "Nah, you're doing splendidly."

The response merited a chuckle, as normally he didn't waste time by having apprentices make his bed. That was a job better suited for the worthless cats that refused to recognize his rightful leadership. "Nope," he said, "if ThunderClan burns, it can't exactly be done during the day." They'd be spotted instantly. "You're small enough that carrying you shouldn't be an issue. Not that I plan on it anytime soon."

[Fawn]

Lunacross

While he was glad Bucknight was against the idea of removing him from the premises, it wasn't as if he'd honestly believed he would do so to begin with since it'd be an awkward request to make. "Don't want to be the creepy warrior sitting around camp, hoping a fluffy cat will line your nest and keep you warm until sunhigh?" As terrible as it'd be, he came to the realization he really wanted to see that. Dismissively, Cakeless joked, "Been there, done that, and I can guarantee this is a much better approach."

Allowing his tail to intertwine with Bucknight's, he reveled in the warmth of having his larger companion surrounding him and closed his eyes. "Then we're not going anywhere else," Cakeless mumbled in clarification as Bucknight decided he wouldn't be carrying him anytime soon. "If I started walking for myself, I might lose my status as a the laziest member of RiverClan." Couldn't have that happening.

"Shouldn't you be resting after all that?" he asked, not with a lot of conviction. If Bucknight didn't feel the urge to sleep, he wouldn't force him. Sarcastically, he added, "Unless losing a life just fills you with energy."

[BEAR.]

Raywood

"Am I not already the creepy warrior sitting around camp, waiting for my next fluffy victim to warm my nest??" Bucknight's expression twisted into something of mock horror. "I must not be trying hard enough." Amused, he responded, "Is it? Apparently you're not on the fluffy side of the spectrum, so I'm not sure this is the best approach to getting a fluffy cat to keep me warm."

Comfortable with the heat of Cake's body, Bucknight rested his chin atop his head. "Wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, we can't have you losing your spot as the laziest RiverClan cat." Or clan cat. He couldn't imagine another cat out-lazing him, and he didn't want to.

"Technically, I am resting," he hummed. "Though, I admittedly do feel exhausted. Losing a life just fills you with fatigue - an' I think I have blood loss to thank for that." Their ancestors couldn't pump the blood he lost back into his body. "Didn't want to cut our discussion short for something I could makeup later." Omitting from sleep now and waking up later in the day was a small price to pay for talking to his partner.

[Fawn]

Lunacross

Cakeless laughed easily, "You are, but I was trying to be generous for once in my life and give you a chance to deny it." Apparently, the statement was too true for even Bucknight to bother protesting, or maybe the RiverClan leader was reaching similar depths of laziness as himself. At least he had an excuse to be tired. "Yeah, right. You make it sound as if you're choosing me from a pool of eager warriors but be honest, I'm the only one who would share a nest with you."

Ears flattening for a second in mock exasperation, he was annoyed but allowed it to slide when Bucknight claimed that he was technically resting. "I would be here when you wake up, you know. I'm not planning to go anywhere." Bucknight should understand that better than anyone. "But if you would rather talk to me until you pass out from exhaustion, we can do that too," Cakeless offered nonchalantly but briefly nuzzled the other tom, resuming his comfortable, intertwined position with him.

Although Cakeless was physically drained from the encounter with the fox, he wasn't quite ready to sleep (though he figured he could), since doing nothing tended to be the majority of his day and didn't leave him with a desire to sleep come moonhigh.

[BEAR.]

Raywood

"You're not wrong," Bucknight chuckled. "With how villainous I am for succeeding Otterstar at such a young age. Even though she chose me to be her deputy." A shrug disturbed his otherwise still form, and he was happy to reciprocate the nuzzle. How their clanmates pictured him didn't matter; Bucknight knew the truth, and if they weren't willing to listen, so be it. A lack of support didn't mean he couldn't efficiently lead the clan.

There was never any doubt Cakeless wouldn't be by his side when he awoke, but he appreciated the assurance regardless. The fight had left him drained, exhaustion dragging him down, and with his head on his, Bucknight's eyes slipped closed. Being with the other male brought a sense of tranquility, and the young leader knew there was no one else he'd rather spend his life with.

"Mm, would rather talk to you until I'm engulfed." His words were becoming slow, languid as drowsiness crept over his still-bloodied form. "Was - kinda close today." Bucknight was referring to how Cake had been in the fox's grasp, struggling to break free from its jaws. It would've been easy for that fox to puncture a major vein. "I don't know what I'd do if that fox hadn't let you go."

[Fawn]

Lunacross

"Maybe you just looked old to her," Cakeless muttered, however he figured Bucknight would know he was teasing since it wasn't as if he truly believed it'd been an error on Otterstar's part to leave RiverClan to Bucknight. He was young, but that didn't mean he wasn't doing well in the position. There seemed to be hushed whispers and quick gripes about his supposed lack of ability circulating around the camp, yet he hadn't demonstrated anything of the sort, instead strengthening RiverClan's power as a whole.

Comforted by the way Bucknight's form relaxed and his breathing slowed, Cakeless let his body conform, melting against his companion's until his sleepy mind didn't know--or care--where he stopped and where Bucknight began.

The drowsiness was endearing, and he found a similar urge to rest seeping into his bones, even though he hadn't done much to warrant exhaustion. "Yeah, it was pretty close," he replied before knowing what he was referring to. "You almost got romantically involved with a lazy, incompetent warrior. Good thing you side-stepped that. ..Oh, wait."

When Bucknight clarified what he was talking about, Cakeless thought for a moment. "Any normal cat would run, but a mouse-brain like you probably would have tried to rescue me."

[BEAR.]

Raywood

"Nah," he murmured, although he was fully aware of his teasing. "Well. She was gettin' a bit up there, so who knows, maybe her eyesight was going out of whack." There was some affection to his words, a distant memory of the former leader visiting the nursery as deputy. Otterstar's friendship with Wateredge brought along several visits, the brown havana taking on an honorary aunt role. It had been a surprise when she selected him to be her deputy, but he had accepted the private proposition without a second thought. With her demise soon following, he was glad he did. Aukstrike had been a failure of a deputy; abandoning his clan and family, and leaving Otterstar with little cats she could trust.

Faintly chortling at his mate's comment, he nuzzled his head. "You're far from incompetent, dear." Without Cakeless being by his side, Bucknight was aware he wouldn't have survived the fox. The moment he'd been thrown off had been the end. "And you say the rest like it's a bad thing. I already knew you were lazy before -- it doesn't change how I feel."

Weariness was overcoming him, and he could feel himself drifting away to the edges of sleep. ".. wouldn't have done much, would it? .." he sighed into him, voice somewhat slurred from the urge to rest. Try as he might to save Cakeless, there wasn't much he could do if the fox refused to release its grip. Relaxed and content beside Cakeless, Bucknight settled, finally enveloped by the depths of sleep.

[Fawn]

Lunacross

When Bucknight called him "far from incompetent," Cakeless couldn't help but reflexively retort, "Obviously you haven't spent enough time with me." If Bucknight honestly believed he had an ounce of competence in him, he either walked around with his eyes closed or only chose to see the positive in his more-than-friend. Thinking back to his comment, he supposed there was no set amount of time as "enough" when it came to Bucknight, as it always seemed their conversations were cut short even if they had lasted hours. It was a strange sort of yearning that he lacked the vocabulary describe, but he reminded himself they could carry on where they'd left off later after they'd gotten some much-deserved sleep.

"Oh, thanks," he snickered sarcastically but it was subdued with the desire to nap drifting into him, "I'm so appreciative of how you look past my laziness to cherish the cat I am inside." Already, his focus was wandering aimlessly, and he was becoming less aware of what he was saying by the minute. "Prob'ly not." A tired mind tried to picture the scenario but upon realizing he didn't want to witness that gruesome event, he shifted his attention solely to Bucknight.

But that was proving to be a challenge as drowsiness lapped at him, soon washing over Cakeless completely and dragging him under in its wake. His breathing became deeper, chest rising and falling rhythmically as the young feline succumbed to the increasing urge to rest.

[Empress Of Evil]

fenic!
Cloudrain approached the leader's den slowly, hoping Russetstar would be in there. Peering through the entrance, her icy hues searched through the dimness of the den, looking for the tabby cat. She had seen her friend walking into the leaders den earlier and had decided to go have a chat with him. "Hey Russet, you there?", Cloudrain asked, searching for a figure through the darkness. Not being able to spot anything, she decided to just pad forward and sit down, wrapping her tail around her paws neatly. She wondered how long sh would have to wait till her friend came, or maybe he was in the den and just blending in with the dark. Cloudrain planned on congratulating her best friend on his well earnt position. She knew he deserved it and he would lead RiverClan to be the great clan it once was. The clan it was before Bucknight came along and ruined everything. Things seemed more peaceful then it was before and every clan was rising up to the status that they were once at. Cloudrain's mind started to wander off to some thoughts that included the new clan. SkyClan. Was SkyClan new? Or had it been a clan for ages? She had many questions about the new clan, but she wasn't going to get much info on them from her clanmates.

[Fel]

@fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)
Cloudrain approached the leader's den slowly, hoping Russetstar would be in there. Peering through the entrance, her icy hues searched through the dimness of the den, looking for the tabby cat. She had seen her friend walking into the leaders den earlier and had decided to go have a chat with him. "Hey Russet, you there?", Cloudrain asked, searching for a figure through the darkness. Not being able to spot anything, she decided to just pad forward and sit down, wrapping her tail around her paws neatly. She wondered how long sh would have to wait till her friend came, or maybe he was in the den and just blending in with the dark. Cloudrain planned on congratulating her best friend on his well earnt position. She knew he deserved it and he would lead RiverClan to be the great clan it once was. The clan it was before Bucknight came along and ruined everything. Things seemed more peaceful then it was before and every clan was rising up to the status that they were once at. Cloudrain's mind started to wander off to some thoughts that included the new clan. SkyClan. Was SkyClan new? Or had it been a clan for ages? She had many questions about the new clan, but she wasn't going to get much info on them from her clanmates.

The den still smelled like him- it was driving Russetstar crazy as he sat inside of the leader's den quietly, shuffling his paws in discomfort as he stared up towards the celing bleakly. Sighing to himself, he couldn't believe that it was him who was chosen to take Bucknight's place. Power was a thing that could drive you out of control when you had too much, and being the leader of Riverclan- to him, that was definitely power. He was afraid of letting himself go, of losing his sense of morality like all the leaders of the dark era did. The cat was optimistic and kind, but he was worrying under that facade- with a clan in ruins thanks to a battle which some cats had yet to recover from, he was stressing himself out. He was trying to fix something that had to take time in order to heal, and patience was key here- something that was dwindling by the second as he sat, thinking. He'd do anything to prevent himself from becoming corrupt like that, knowing that he'd been given these nine lives for a reason, and that he had to use them wisely. His brooding was interrupted, however, by the sound of his friend's voice- something that at least relieved some of his anxiety at the moment. "...Cloudrain?" He called, trying to keep his voice firm and powerful- like it was supposed to be. He had to set an example, be a role model to all of the others who resided here. Russetstar had to keep it together.

[Empress Of Evil]

The den still smelled like him- it was driving Russetstar crazy as he sat inside of the leader's den quietly, shuffling his paws in discomfort as he stared up towards the celing bleakly. Sighing to himself, he couldn't believe that it was him who was chosen to take Bucknight's place. Power was a thing that could drive you out of control when you had too much, and being the leader of Riverclan- to him, that was definitely power. He was afraid of letting himself go, of losing his sense of morality like all the leaders of the dark era did. The cat was optimistic and kind, but he was worrying under that facade- with a clan in ruins thanks to a battle which some cats had yet to recover from, he was stressing himself out. He was trying to fix something that had to take time in order to heal, and patience was key here- something that was dwindling by the second as he sat, thinking. He'd do anything to prevent himself from becoming corrupt like that, knowing that he'd been given these nine lives for a reason, and that he had to use them wisely. His brooding was interrupted, however, by the sound of his friend's voice- something that at least relieved some of his anxiety at the moment. "...Cloudrain?" He called, trying to keep his voice firm and powerful- like it was supposed to be. He had to set an example, be a role model to all of the others who resided here. Russetstar had to keep it together.


Cloudrain jumped when she heard a familiar voice suddenly speak up. Searching through the den, she suddenly spotted her friend. Wow, he's great at hide and seek!, Cloudrain thought, being the optimistic and happy cat she was, that was the first phrase that came to mind, "You scared me. I didn't see you there", Cloudrain said, a wide grin on her face. With Bucknight gone, she didn't have many worries in her life. Now she just concentrated on socialising, training her apprentice Dulcetpaw, and contributing to the clan. It was just lile the way that life had been before the evil leaders took over each clan. Now that they were gone, that meant that gatherings would be back on! The thought excited Cloudrain. The tabby she cat would always be loyal to RiverClan, but she liked to socialise with other cats at the gathering. Of course she kept all the important information secret, but she liked to have a chat. "Congrats on become leader! You really do deserve it!", Cloudrain said in a loud and excited tone. A few cats mighht've heard her from outside the den. She was really happy for Russetstar though, and it was hard for a cat like Cloudrain to contain her support and happiness.

[Ripplekit]

Whitekit was playing outside with some of the other kits. She ended up, somehow, rolling into the leader's den after misjudging a jump.

[Hexict]

fenic!

A molly slowly made her way towards the leader's den. She and Russetstar hadn't had much time to speak since he became leader. Her friend had become swamped with the duties of a leader when he had gotten his nine lives and therefore didn't seem to have much time for friends. Plus, he had to get a deputy shortly after gaining his leader status, which was another factor that must have taken up a lot of his time. Mistfall herself had been busy. Though her personal life seemed to be calming down - with the exception of her younger siblings - she still felt like she had to use all her energy to help Riverclan after the Evil Era and the painful leaf-bare. Due to her... questionable past concerning some things, she also felt like she had to try her hardest for anything that involved the clan, no matter what it was. Mistfall wanted to prove herself and make up for what she did - mostly to herself than anyone else.

She took a deep breath and let her pale orbs watch the ground for a moment. She wished that it wasn't such a sad event that caused her to finally go over to speak to her close friend. Maybe we'd be able to speak someday as just friends? To just spend time by the river or something, aimlessly talking about how we are doing.... The multicolored molly gave a small smile at the thought of just spending some time with Russetstar that didn't involve anything sad like this. But that doesn't seem like the life for me. A frown took over. Her life never seemed calm. She always had an obstacle. When she was a kit she had her father, when she was an apprentice she had Mistyeyes and then became a rogue, when she was old enough to become a warrior she lost the cat she loved, and when she returned it happened to be during the Evil Era.

The warrior felt like sometimes she never got a break form her own life.

"Russetstar? ... May I come in?" He called into the dark den softly. She did not wish to disturb him if he was pre-occupied. It wasn't terribly urgent. She just wanted to see how her friend was doing with the news of Blackgaze's accident. It was an honest shock that something like that could happen, even if the former deputy was blind she would never have expected something like that to happen. Her respected friend is now paralyzed... how could something like that even happen?

[Fel]

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A molly slowly made her way towards the leader's den. She and Russetstar hadn't had much time to speak since he became leader. Her friend had become swamped with the duties of a leader when he had gotten his nine lives and therefore didn't seem to have much time for friends. Plus, he had to get a deputy shortly after gaining his leader status, which was another factor that must have taken up a lot of his time. Mistfall herself had been busy. Though her personal life seemed to be calming down - with the exception of her younger siblings - she still felt like she had to use all her energy to help Riverclan after the Evil Era and the painful leaf-bare. Due to her... questionable past concerning some things, she also felt like she had to try her hardest for anything that involved the clan, no matter what it was. Mistfall wanted to prove herself and make up for what she did - mostly to herself than anyone else.

She took a deep breath and let her pale orbs watch the ground for a moment. She wished that it wasn't such a sad event that caused her to finally go over to speak to her close friend. Maybe we'd be able to speak someday as just friends? To just spend time by the river or something, aimlessly talking about how we are doing.... The multicolored molly gave a small smile at the thought of just spending some time with Russetstar that didn't involve anything sad like this. But that doesn't seem like the life for me. A frown took over. Her life never seemed calm. She always had an obstacle. When she was a kit she had her father, when she was an apprentice she had Mistyeyes and then became a rogue, when she was old enough to become a warrior she lost the cat she loved, and when she returned it happened to be during the Evil Era.

The warrior felt like sometimes she never got a break form her own life.

"Russetstar? ... May I come in?" He called into the dark den softly. She did not wish to disturb him if he was pre-occupied. It wasn't terribly urgent. She just wanted to see how her friend was doing with the news of Blackgaze's accident. It was an honest shock that something like that could happen, even if the former deputy was blind she would never have expected something like that to happen. Her respected friend is now paralyzed... how could something like that even happen?
Russetstar had found himself rather stressed lately. With his previous deputy's injury and resignation and RiverClan's new deputy not exactly being a close friend of his either, he'd found himself burying his heart into his work, desperately trying to avoid the social interactions he was going to have to end up facing sooner or later. His ex-mate had just happened to rejoin the clan at the worst time possible, and his adoptive son had ended up having passed away. Pacing around the leader's den quietly, the russet leader's tail swished across the den floor in stress as he narrowed his eyes, claws absentmindedly digging into the camp floor as he let out a few distressed words under his breath, eyes darting around the den quickly. What do I even do now? If the clan doesn't even trust my deputy, what are they thinking about me?

Thankfully, RiverClan seemed to be one of the only clans staying out of trouble lately, for the most part. There'd been news of skirmishes between SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate, and he'd heard of tensions between WindClan, an ally of his, and ThunderClan as well. In all honesty, he didn't think much of ShadowClan, but anything between their two clans was simply dirty looks and disdain- nothing more, really. Even though Halestar's the last cat I'd want to talk to right now, thankfully we're not at war. The two clans had always been rivals, and he hadn't expected everything to be sunshine and rainbows once Bucknight's rule had ended.

However, as he was brooding in his den alone, the tom's ears perked in curiosity as he could hear his friend calling in- though he found himself to be quite stressed at the moment, he couldn't simply deny her request. "Yes, yes, of course- come in, it's no problem."

[Hexict]

fenic!

Hearing the stress in her friend's voice caused the warrior to give out a saddened sigh. She didn't like to think of her friend being stressed, but of course he would after everything that's happened. The molly had always wanted to be leader of Riverclan. She had strives to become stronger because she had wanted to protect her clan-mates... and she always thought that she would make a great leader. That she would actually be able to do something if she somehow became the leader of Riverclan. But as she stepped into the leader's den, she could see the stress chipping at Russetstar.

And so early in his reign as well.

Besides, she was too young to hold such a position. And she had to acknowledge that, even if it hurt to see other's becoming deputy right in front of her. She knew that she shouldn't get her hopes up whenever the spot for deputy became open. It made her disgusted in herself. She had hoped to become leader after the Evil Era despite her age and found herself jealous towards one of her close friends after he was chosen instead. Then after Blackgaze was chosen to be his deputy instead of her, she grew jealous towards her as well even though they were friends too. And then when Blackgaze got hurt... Mistfall felt terrible for Blackgaze, but worse she also felt like she had a chance to become Russetstar's deputy and that was sickening even to herself to think of something so selfishly during a terrible time for her friend. Then he chose Fallenstream.... Mistfall had almost felt a bit betrayed every time she was over looked, but Fallenstream? Really? It was almost like a different kind of betrayl. The molly didn't like Fallenstream, in fact she hated his view on deputies and leaders - why would Russetstar choose him?

But she quickly shoved the thought from her head. If she wished to question him about it, that would be another time.

"How are you," she asked softly, even thought it was quite obvious that he wasn't doing all that well. Her fluffy tail swished against the floor of the den. Despite having mostly short fur, Mistfall's neck and tail were surprisingly fluffy and seemed to stand out. The warrior was uncertain how close she should get to her stressed out leader. She decided to just stay towards the entrance of the den unless he seemed to need comfort. "I know that we are at stressful times right now," she began, her voice was still soft - which was quite a surprise for the seemingly cold molly. "But don't worry about it too much. Besides you aren't alone in any fight involving the clan. Geckoleaf is always there if you need guidance, and now you have Fallenstream,"
she was aware that he might be one of the problems, but at least they had a new deputy now and even though she didn't like, she did hope he could help the clan. But she found herself doubting it. "And if you ever need me, I can try to be of assistance," the last part came out awkwardly. Mistfall was too young to be viewed as much of a guide and she hardly even had time to train her new - and first - apprentice. But she loved Riverclan and did wish to help them as well as Russetstar and even Geckoleaf if they need it.

[Moldtail]

Walks in and bows to leader and says " I am moldtail from the two leg land and I hope I can join the clan...." she said in a frightened tone. She didn't know how the leader would reply

[Fel]

Walks in and bows to leader and says " I am moldtail from the two leg land and I hope I can join the clan...." she said in a frightened tone. She didn't know how the leader would reply
[ Please pm me and ask if you’d like to roleplay with / speak to Russetstar! Posts in the RIverclan Leader’s Den will be ignored if you do not speak to me about it first. ]

[Fel]

@fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)

Hearing the stress in her friend's voice caused the warrior to give out a saddened sigh. She didn't like to think of her friend being stressed, but of course he would after everything that's happened. The molly had always wanted to be leader of Riverclan. She had strives to become stronger because she had wanted to protect her clan-mates... and she always thought that she would make a great leader. That she would actually be able to do something if she somehow became the leader of Riverclan. But as she stepped into the leader's den, she could see the stress chipping at Russetstar.

And so early in his reign as well.

Besides, she was too young to hold such a position. And she had to acknowledge that, even if it hurt to see other's becoming deputy right in front of her. She knew that she shouldn't get her hopes up whenever the spot for deputy became open. It made her disgusted in herself. She had hoped to become leader after the Evil Era despite her age and found herself jealous towards one of her close friends after he was chosen instead. Then after Blackgaze was chosen to be his deputy instead of her, she grew jealous towards her as well even though they were friends too. And then when Blackgaze got hurt... Mistfall felt terrible for Blackgaze, but worse she also felt like she had a chance to become Russetstar's deputy and that was sickening even to herself to think of something so selfishly during a terrible time for her friend. Then he chose Fallenstream.... Mistfall had almost felt a bit betrayed every time she was over looked, but Fallenstream? Really? It was almost like a different kind of betrayl. The molly didn't like Fallenstream, in fact she hated his view on deputies and leaders - why would Russetstar choose him?

But she quickly shoved the thought from her head. If she wished to question him about it, that would be another time.

"How are you," she asked softly, even thought it was quite obvious that he wasn't doing all that well. Her fluffy tail swished against the floor of the den. Despite having mostly short fur, Mistfall's neck and tail were surprisingly fluffy and seemed to stand out. The warrior was uncertain how close she should get to her stressed out leader. She decided to just stay towards the entrance of the den unless he seemed to need comfort. "I know that we are at stressful times right now," she began, her voice was still soft - which was quite a surprise for the seemingly cold molly. "But don't worry about it too much. Besides you aren't alone in any fight involving the clan. Geckoleaf is always there if you need guidance, and now you have Fallenstream,"
she was aware that he might be one of the problems, but at least they had a new deputy now and even though she didn't like, she did hope he could help the clan. But she found herself doubting it. "And if you ever need me, I can try to be of assistance," the last part came out awkwardly. Mistfall was too young to be viewed as much of a guide and she hardly even had time to train her new - and first - apprentice. But she loved Riverclan and did wish to help them as well as Russetstar and even Geckoleaf if they need it.
Russetstar had known exactly why he'd 'overlooked' Mistfall- she was too young for the position, and he'd needed someone with experience training an apprentice as well- she hadn't exactly finished with her first, and with Blackgaze's departure from her position, he figured he might want a deputy who he wasn't as close with. Of course he cared about Fallenstream's well-being, but if he had to resign or even leave RiverClan for the hunting grounds of StarClan, the russet tom wouldn't be nearly as heartbroken as the first time his deputy had to resign from their position. Him and the dark-furred warrior certainly didn't agree on everything, but he'd needed a new perspective as well- and there he had one. "I'm doing alright- though it's rather... disappointing that things seem to be falling apart as of late." With Shellfeather and all- Of course she had to come back to the clan now, when he was in the middle of all this current turmoil already.

"...I know I have Geckoleaf, and that I have Cricketpaw as well. I wouldn't call Fallenstream and myself very close yet, but I feel he was the right decision as deputy- I need a different perspective on things, and perhaps he would be the one to change all of that." He huffed, his voice sounding strained in itself as he replied to his close friend. He was worried about his clan's well-being, though he was glad that they weren't in bigger troubles- he didn't care for ShadowClan, but they weren't at war, and the tensions between the two had no possibility to turn hostile, in his opinion.

"With that said, how is Rabbitpaw doing?" The leader inquired rather softly, his tail flicking across the den floor as he sat down against the moss-covered stone, the feathers in his nest brushing against his shorter fur as he let out a rather deep sigh. "If she's misbehaving, let me know- I can take care of it." His daughter was a rather excitable apprentice, and she seemed the least affected by Shellfeather's return- though he could sense she was a bit lonely, vying for some kind of friend to help her through what she was trying to process. The apprentice presented herself like an open book, easy to read- though Russetstar didn't exactly know how to solve her problems now when so many more were presented to him.

[Hexict]

fenic!

Ears flicked slightly at his words. The molly turned her head to look towards the side of Russetstar. She wasn't entirely sure what to really say to him about everything that has been happening lately. It seemed like Starclan was really testing Riverclan. Why did they have to lose a deputy right now? She fluffed out her pelt as she thought about the rising tensions that grew in the other clans. Skyclan had recently fought the Dusk Syndicate, and Thunderclan and Windclan seemed to be testing each other and waiting for a battle to start up. It seemed that the dangerous waters that were the Evil Era were frozen over, yet everyone now tred that thin ice and risked falling into more violence. Why could they just relax? Had there not been enough fighting already? Enough innocent cats killed? Although she did have a secret love for fighting - a love that made her fear herself a bit - she still found the clans mouse-brained to fight so thoughtlessly.

But she also found his words to be a bit... insensitive. Perhaps it had simply been the way he put it, but she believed he should say something along the lines of "it's saddening that things are turning out this way" instead of stating that he was simply disappointed with the outcome. She was sure that he friend hadn't meant for it to come across in such a way. Mistfall viewed her friend as kind and he seemed to know others - something that she lacked. The warrior shrugged away her thoughts and blinked as Russetstar as he continued, pulling her from her current thoughts.

Shifting awkwardly, Mistfall wasn't sure how to respond to his reasoning on choosing Fallenstream. If you really need a new perspective, then I'm sure that Starclan wouldn't have chosen you themselves, she retorted silently. "I'm glad that you have some faith in Fallenstream," the warrior mewed, faking a content voice. She so far was not a fan of the new deputy and didn't understand why Russetstar believes that he needed a new perspective - and one like Fallenstream's!? The dark tom seemed to hate anyone with power, so what was there to gain by giving him some? Maybe he won't abuse his power due to his beliefs, but there are plenty of cats that are loyal and good. White tail unintentionally flicked as she silently questioned her leader's decisions. The grey warrior was sure that Fallenstream was one of the least eligible cats within the clan to succeed Blackgaze, and she wasn't sure he would be able to handle leadership due to his hate for those with power. Though the reason she mostly stayed silent, was so she didn't cause the spotted tom to question himself too.

It was a terrible thing to doubt yourself and worry about the decisions you've made - and Mist knew that all too well.

"I'm not particularly close to Cricketpaw, but I would trust Geckoleaf with my life and I'm sure that she's mentor Cricketpaw to the best of her abilities," Mistfall relaxed slightly as she thought about Geckoleaf. Though the two hadn't been friends for too long, they did seem to form a strong friendship. Mistfall had become almost like a sister to the medicine cat and would gladly become the tabby's shoulder to cry on if she ever needed one. Since she trusted Geckoleaf, she also found herself trusting her apprentice. The medicine cat seemed to care for the young molly and seemed to have hope for her in the future. Mistfall wondered if Cricketpaw would be as good as Geckoleaf. She seemed to return to an uncomfortable statue as she thought about the clan without Geckoleaf, and wished her friend would be able to be their medicine cat for many more moons to come.

Blushing slightly as he began to question her about how his other daughter's training is coming along. "We have had little time to train," she embarrassedly admitted. "I do wish to get around to train her soon," she quickly added. The molly never had an apprentice before, and was honored that Russestar had trusted her with his daughter despite her young age age and inexperience training other cats. She hoped that she could prove herself to him and train Rabbitpaw to become a great warrior. Though she had come conflicting mentors in her own past and didn't want to mess the young molly up. Mistfall gave a smile at his offer to speak to Rabbitpaw if she was ever causing any trouble. "I must thank you for the offer, Russetstar, but no thanks. This is my first apprentice, and I must learn how to be in charge of someone on my own or else I won't truly be able to learn," calmly pointing that out, the warrior hoped that he understood and didn't take any offense since none was intended. Besides, she knew she would have to

Even now... my thought are consumed by the ambition and hopes for power.... She found herself disappointed that she was still thinking of such things.

Questions formed in her head, but they didn't seem appropriate to ask. She wished to ask about how the tensions with Windclan and Thunderclan were, about how bad it had become and where they were now on the subject. She wanted to ask about how Whisperblaze was. Ask about how he believed that clan was doing with Fallenstream as their deputy, whether the clan was pleased with the choice or not. But Mistfall was sure that any of those would just bring him to more stressful thoughts and she wished to avoid causing him stress. He needed to relax, and she wanted to simply have a conversation with him. After a moment of allowing a short awkward silence to fall between them, the molly decided to speak more about Rabbitpaw. "Can you tell me more about Rabbitpaw? I would like a heads-up before we get into some training. You've already informed me that she can be an excited molly," she believed that this was a safe subject to talk about. Something that could help Russetstar avoid stress for the moment.

[Fel]

Jingle
Sitting in his den rather nonchalantly, Russetstar let out a quiet huff of boredom as he flicked his tail, narrowing his eyes as the leader stared towards his den's walls carefully. There hadn't been much going on recently, and with how things went in this forest, he figured he'd have to be prepared for anything. He'd heard of tensions between SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate as well as between ThunderClan and WindClan, but he'd figured that his clan and ShadowClan didn't have any reason to dislike each other aside from quick glances during the Gatherings and such.

If I'm correct, where will we stand if something greater than just tensions breaks out?

[Jingle]

Jingle
Sitting in his den rather nonchalantly, Russetstar let out a quiet huff of boredom as he flicked his tail, narrowing his eyes as the leader stared towards his den's walls carefully. There hadn't been much going on recently, and with how things went in this forest, he figured he'd have to be prepared for anything. He'd heard of tensions between SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate as well as between ThunderClan and WindClan, but he'd figured that his clan and ShadowClan didn't have any reason to dislike each other aside from quick glances during the Gatherings and such.

If I'm correct, where will we stand if something greater than just tensions breaks out?


Halestar burst into his den, her fur soaked and wet and her emerald green eyes shining as she was angry and upset with the recent events. "Russetstar, I apologize for the abrupt meeting but... the storm as washed away ShadowClan's land... We need some place to stay, for our kits to grow. My deputy is taking the clan members out but I need confirmation that we have a place to stay. Please, Russetstar, I beg of you."

[Fel]

Halestar burst into his den, her fur soaked and wet and her emerald green eyes shining as she was angry and upset with the recent events. "Russetstar, I apologize for the abrupt meeting but... the storm as washed away ShadowClan's land... We need some place to stay, for our kits to grow. My deputy is taking the clan members out but I need confirmation that we have a place to stay. Please, Russetstar, I beg of you."
Russetstar's ears immediately perked in surprise at Halestar's sudden entrance, his fur bristling in hostility until he'd found that her words were anything but that. "...Halestar." He breathed, still shocked at how she'd managed to get past RiverClan camp before anyone had come to tell him of her arrival. However, he wasn't one to reject clans in need, especially when they had no real rivalry with his clan. "Your clan is welcome to stay here as long as they need, but they'll need to abide by my own leadership if they choose to do so." It was his territory, and so they would logically have to follow his own rules.

[Jingle]

Russetstar's ears immediately perked in surprise at Halestar's sudden entrance, his fur bristling in hostility until he'd found that her words were anything but that. "...Halestar." He breathed, still shocked at how she'd managed to get past RiverClan camp before anyone had come to tell him of her arrival. However, he wasn't one to reject clans in need, especially when they had no real rivalry with his clan. "Your clan is welcome to stay here as long as they need, but they'll need to abide by my own leadership if they choose to do so." It was his territory, and so they would logically have to follow his own rules.



"Thank you, Russetstar." Halestar said, dread seeping into her wet and matted pelt as she made the agreement with him. The leader of ShadowClan was not looking forward to stay with another clan for however long it took to rebuild their home and camp. "However, I would still like to have say in my clan's activities when necessary."

[Fel]

"Thank you, Russetstar." Halestar said, dread seeping into her wet and matted pelt as she made the agreement with him. The leader of ShadowClan was not looking forward to stay with another clan for however long it took to rebuild their home and camp. "However, I would still like to have say in my clan's activities when necessary."
"...It's no problem." Russetstar replied quickly, though he would've swiftly rejected Halestar's request if he'd known what her intentions had been before the flooding started. He wasn't a cruel leader, but he would never let hostile cats fill their own territory and possibly target RiverClan's own members. "And that can surely be arranged- both our clans will have to get used to sharing territories for awhile."

[Jingle]

"...It's no problem." Russetstar replied quickly, though he would've swiftly rejected Halestar's request if he'd known what her intentions had been before the flooding started. He wasn't a cruel leader, but he would never let hostile cats fill their own territory and possibly target RiverClan's own members. "And that can surely be arranged- both our clans will have to get used to sharing territories for awhile."


Halestar nodded, sighing softly. "They will, thank you- once again for your kindness in letting us stay here for the time being." She said, looking at Russetstar. The leader still wasn't sure about the RiverClan leader, but she would have to deal with it for the rest of her clan's sake.

"I will go and try to get the rest of the clan out. We will be back soon." She mewed, looking away and walking out of the den.

[graves]

fenic!

Daypaw padded-well more like limped into the den. Being in Riverclan was new to them. The smells, the new herbs, the cats. While they werent involved in clan rivalry, they could still feel the tension easily. Daypaw didnt care about it though, they would talk to Russetstar as bluntly as they would their own leader. It may come off as rude, but oh well. Normally they wouldve just kept ut of this but they couldnt. They knew Cricketpaw was Russetstars daughter and he had a right to know that Daypaw saw her. And could tell him that she was fine and well. The thoughts of the flood came back to them. The water in their lungs. The coldness. Seeing Cricketpaw. Her reaching out her paw to save them. While Cricketpaw saved them they still took a major hit from the fall, herbs plastered to the sides of their body which was concerning skinny, water still dripped from their mouth from time to time from left over water. They put that aside for now. Amber hues scanned the den for the spotted leader. Once seeing him it took them a moment to say anything. Cricketpaw looked just like him.
¨Russetstar, can I speak to you?¨

[Fel]

fenic!

Daypaw padded-well more like limped into the den. Being in Riverclan was new to them. The smells, the new herbs, the cats. While they werent involved in clan rivalry, they could still feel the tension easily. Daypaw didnt care about it though, they would talk to Russetstar as bluntly as they would their own leader. It may come off as rude, but oh well. Normally they wouldve just kept ut of this but they couldnt. They knew Cricketpaw was Russetstars daughter and he had a right to know that Daypaw saw her. And could tell him that she was fine and well. The thoughts of the flood came back to them. The water in their lungs. The coldness. Seeing Cricketpaw. Her reaching out her paw to save them. While Cricketpaw saved them they still took a major hit from the fall, herbs plastered to the sides of their body which was concerning skinny, water still dripped from their mouth from time to time from left over water. They put that aside for now. Amber hues scanned the den for the spotted leader. Once seeing him it took them a moment to say anything. Cricketpaw looked just like him.
¨Russetstar, can I speak to you?¨
All of this activity had been taking a toll on Russetstar's ability to lead- ShadowClan was staying in their camp and their territory, and though he felt like he'd made the right desicion, it still seemed like too much. It had been moons and he still wasn't able to get over his own daughter's death, and now this- it just worried him. Is StarClan angry with me for something? Why has everything seemed to go south? Out of all the clans, it had to be ShadowClan. He never hated them, but he could tell Halestar wasn't their biggest fan- and yet she came to him in a time of such need. Taking in a ragged breath as he lay down to himself in the leader's den, his ears perked up at the rusting sound of footsteps just outside. Taking a moment to register the stranger, he soon recognized the cat as ShadowClan's resident healer- Daypaw.
"...Yes, please, go ahead." He murmured softly, his voice strained from all he worrying he'd been doing recently. Aren't they... weren't they her friend? Cricketpaw.

[graves]

All of this activity had been taking a toll on Russetstar's ability to lead- ShadowClan was staying in their camp and their territory, and though he felt like he'd made the right desicion, it still seemed like too much. It had been moons and he still wasn't able to get over his own daughter's death, and now this- it just worried him. Is StarClan angry with me for something? Why has everything seemed to go south? Out of all the clans, it had to be ShadowClan. He never hated them, but he could tell Halestar wasn't their biggest fan- and yet she came to him in a time of such need. Taking in a ragged breath as he lay down to himself in the leader's den, his ears perked up at the rusting sound of footsteps just outside. Taking a moment to register the stranger, he soon recognized the cat as ShadowClan's resident healer- Daypaw.
"...Yes, please, go ahead." He murmured softly, his voice strained from all he worrying he'd been doing recently. Aren't they... weren't they her friend? Cricketpaw.
Every minute Daypaw looked towards Russetstar they could see Cricketpaw. Cricketpaw was their best friend. Possibly the only cat that really got through to them. The only cat to push past their grumpy extterior and blunt out look, Cricketpaw was there. But she wasnt anymore. Right now Dayaw had just arrived in Shadowclan, their fur still dripped with water. But they held a firm gaze, taking a shaky step forward,¨I know Shadowclan isnt your number one fan,¨ they mewed bluntly. Daypaw was one to see right through cats, and Russetstar was no exception,¨and I know youre hesitant to let us step paws in your territory,¨ they didnt care if their words came off as disrespectful to a leader. Theyd treat Russetstar like any other cat, with honest words. They gave a small sigh, sitting down. ¨During the flood, I thought I was going to die.¨ Their gaze was directly towards Russetstar, their tone firm. They looked much older then they were at the moment. Amber hues dark, multiple places in their side dripping with water and blood, they didnt care. ¨I wanted to die. I fell down a mudslide. So many of our warriors died, well have no home to return to.¨ they looked towards the ground now. Thoughts went over what had happened moments before. The thunder. The rain. The lightning. The water filling their lungs. Cricketpaw. ¨Water filled my lungs and I thought I was going to die. But your daughter, my best friend, saved me.¨
They looked up at him again, tone softer. To Daypaws knowlege, Cricketpaw had not visited anyone since her death. Leaving everycat to wonder if she was okay. Daypaw started to shake. They had nothing now. Nothing. She started to shake, feeling water edge their eyes as they struggled to keep eyecontact, everything was becoming blurry with water. ¨I miss Cricketpaw so much.¨ their voice was quieter, cracking in several places. They had never cried infront of anybody before, they felt weak. But they couldnt help it.

[Fel]

Every minute Daypaw looked towards Russetstar they could see Cricketpaw. Cricketpaw was their best friend. Possibly the only cat that really got through to them. The only cat to push past their grumpy extterior and blunt out look, Cricketpaw was there. But she wasnt anymore. Right now Dayaw had just arrived in Shadowclan, their fur still dripped with water. But they held a firm gaze, taking a shaky step forward,¨I know Shadowclan isnt your number one fan,¨ they mewed bluntly. Daypaw was one to see right through cats, and Russetstar was no exception,¨and I know youre hesitant to let us step paws in your territory,¨ they didnt care if their words came off as disrespectful to a leader. Theyd treat Russetstar like any other cat, with honest words. They gave a small sigh, sitting down. ¨During the flood, I thought I was going to die.¨ Their gaze was directly towards Russetstar, their tone firm. They looked much older then they were at the moment. Amber hues dark, multiple places in their side dripping with water and blood, they didnt care. ¨I wanted to die. I fell down a mudslide. So many of our warriors died, well have no home to return to.¨ they looked towards the ground now. Thoughts went over what had happened moments before. The thunder. The rain. The lightning. The water filling their lungs. Cricketpaw. ¨Water filled my lungs and I thought I was going to die. But your daughter, my best friend, saved me.¨
They looked up at him again, tone softer. To Daypaws knowlege, Cricketpaw had not visited anyone since her death. Leaving everycat to wonder if she was okay. Daypaw started to shake. They had nothing now. Nothing. She started to shake, feeling water edge their eyes as they struggled to keep eyecontact, everything was becoming blurry with water. ¨I miss Cricketpaw so much.¨ their voice was quieter, cracking in several places. They had never cried infront of anybody before, they felt weak. But they couldnt help it.
At first, Daypaw had been saying exactly what Russetstar had on his mind- that of all clans, it was so strange that ShadowClan had chosen to stay with them in danger of a storm. At first, when the other clan's medicine cat started talking about they were in danger of death, he expected it to be some kind of 'thank you', from saving their clan from the flood- which he would've humbly accepted, to be honest- with having to share their entire territory with another clan, a bit of thankfulness was something he needed right now. However, the RiverClan leader wasn't at all prepared for this- because they mentioned his daughter, the one he'd been mourning for moons, the one whose death he hadn't gotten over because he'd just rescued her, and then she slipped away from him again. Of course Cricketpaw would've known the fellow medicine cat, right? He hadn't known much of them being this close, but it was a bit of a relief to know there was someone who missed his daughter just as much as he did. "...I... I don't even know where to start- I miss her too, I miss her just as much as you do." He murmured softly as he flicked his tail towards Daypaw's shoulder, trying to comfort the younger cat the best he could. "...She was the kindest soul in RiverClan- I'm not surprised she's still the same after her death." He mewed softly- his daughter was a hero.

She'd always been a hero.

[graves]

At first, Daypaw had been saying exactly what Russetstar had on his mind- that of all clans, it was so strange that ShadowClan had chosen to stay with them in danger of a storm. At first, when the other clan's medicine cat started talking about they were in danger of death, he expected it to be some kind of 'thank you', from saving their clan from the flood- which he would've humbly accepted, to be honest- with having to share their entire territory with another clan, a bit of thankfulness was something he needed right now. However, the RiverClan leader wasn't at all prepared for this- because they mentioned his daughter, the one he'd been mourning for moons, the one whose death he hadn't gotten over because he'd just rescued her, and then she slipped away from him again. Of course Cricketpaw would've known the fellow medicine cat, right? He hadn't known much of them being this close, but it was a bit of a relief to know there was someone who missed his daughter just as much as he did. "...I... I don't even know where to start- I miss her too, I miss her just as much as you do." He murmured softly as he flicked his tail towards Daypaw's shoulder, trying to comfort the younger cat the best he could. "...She was the kindest soul in RiverClan- I'm not surprised she's still the same after her death." He mewed softly- his daughter was a hero.

She'd always been a hero.
Daypaw sat down next to Russetstar, relatively close but enough for respective space. They didnt dare look at the leader. They didnt want to think that they were crying right now, but they let silent tears roll down their cheeks. They shouldve died. They wanted to die. They wanted to be with Cricketpaw. They had nothing. They had no mother, a dead father, siblings that were a bit too busy with their warrior lives to stop by. They had no mentor to guide them. They had nothing. Cricketpaw was the only thing they had, made them feel like they had family. They looked towards Russet,¨She looked just like you.¨ they said quietly. Everything they looked at the leader they only saw a bigger version of their best friend. But they sat up a bit more, tears still rolling down their face as they gazed towards the leader,¨I wanted to ask you about her murder, is there anything you know, who could have done this.¨ As soon as Cricketpaw was announced dead, the first thing the enby thought of was how to get revenge. They didnt know how they would do it, but they needed to. They had to. Criketpaw wasnt going to die in vain.

[RedHead]

fenic! AbsurdJinx Lawlipop

The pale-furred molly gulped audibly as Dappleblossom suggested they headed to the leader's den to notify Russetstar that Scorchingflame had returned to Riverclan. She had just gotten her best friend back. It was supposed to be a happy moment, one that should've given her happiness and strength to last at least a couple sunrises. But all that happiness was drowned out at the thought of having to see her ex-mate again. It's not that she didn't like him, it's just that things were so... different now. And she wasn't sure how she should handle the situation. I want to be friends, but I think that once you've had two litters of kits with someone, it's not possible to be friends anymore...

As she stepped into the leader's den, Shellfeather could feel her paw's tingling. Not in excitement, but in confusion and worry. She felt like she shouldn't be in here, like she would get yelled at if she was. Out of instinct, the feline pressed herself closer to Scorchingflame, ears slightly turned downwards as she entered the small dark space.
As the three cats reached the cave where Russetstar slept, Shellfeather was pushed to the front of both of them, her being the smaller cat of the two long-furred felines. She could just make out the shadow of Russetstar in front of her. Shellfeather decided to just go for it and speak to him.
"Russetstar, there's someone here that has returned, like I did."
She meowed softly, curling her tail in the air.
What harm could talking to him do? Maybe if she showed bravery, than she could prove that they could still be friends.
We were friends before we were mates. So it can return to that, right?

She wasn't so sure about that.

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[AbsurdJinx]

fenic! RedHead Lawlipop

Scorchingflame padded beside Shellfeather cautiously. He wasn't aware of who the cat was who now occupied this den, and truthfully, he wasn't all too eager to find out. The fact that even Shellfeather came off as worried scared him. What was so frightening about the new leader? However, Shellfeather's weakness gave him the opportunity to prove to her he could protect her. When she leaned against him, Scorchingflame forced himself to stand tall, head held high with confidence.

Russetstar. Surely this wasn't the Russetswirl Scorchingflame had nearly killed once before? This wasn't the Russetswirl he'd fought for Shellfeather's affection, right? He inhaled shakily, releasing a long breath. He could only hope the dark figure before him was not the same feline he absolutely despised. Gathering his confidence once again, Scorchingflame faced this new challenge confidently. He refused to let his ghost of a past mess with his mind now. Besides, Russetswirl and Shellfeather weren't mates anymore - isn't that what mattered? Now, because Russetswirl let go of the best thing he'd ever have, Scorchingflame could finally step in and swoop her up, like he's always wanted.

He watched Shellfeather slip ahead, leaving him to stand beside Dappleblossom. In all honesty, he was very distracted by Shellfeather's sudden act of bravery that he barely noticed the she-cat at his side. Scorchingflame was quickly reminded of her presence, though, and he leaned against her for comfort.

[Lawlipop]

fenic! RedHead AbsurdJinx

Dappleblossom slowed her pace as soon as she entered the den. The den itself was shaded, the more you entered the den, the darker and harder to see it became, not even the line of a cat's silhuoette could be seen clearly, It was all a dark shade. She could tell Russetstar wasn't too far in his den as she could still see the bengal's pelt, despite their being lack of light. She could fear the nervousness in the room, not just by Scorchingflame, but Shellfeather as well. Not like Dappleblosssom knew the feeling, but she could tell it might feel a bit awkward to be in front of the cat you used to be mates with and the cat you resented for taking the cat they loved. She watched Shellfeather walk in front of her and announce their presence to the leader and their business in his den. Her fur bristled slightly in surprise as she felt something touch and looked next to her and saw the tall ginger tom reclining beside her, she assumed because he was seeking alleviation in this awkward situation with facing the cat from your past. She saw the scenario clearly and straightened herself up a little bit. She self-nominated herself as the voice of reason in the conversation for them all. "Russetstar? I'm here as well." she said, making sure to let him know, though she speculated that he could see her much better than she could see him.

[Fel]

Daypaw sat down next to Russetstar, relatively close but enough for respective space. They didnt dare look at the leader. They didnt want to think that they were crying right now, but they let silent tears roll down their cheeks. They shouldve died. They wanted to die. They wanted to be with Cricketpaw. They had nothing. They had no mother, a dead father, siblings that were a bit too busy with their warrior lives to stop by. They had no mentor to guide them. They had nothing. Cricketpaw was the only thing they had, made them feel like they had family. They looked towards Russet,¨She looked just like you.¨ they said quietly. Everything they looked at the leader they only saw a bigger version of their best friend. But they sat up a bit more, tears still rolling down their face as they gazed towards the leader,¨I wanted to ask you about her murder, is there anything you know, who could have done this.¨ As soon as Cricketpaw was announced dead, the first thing the enby thought of was how to get revenge. They didnt know how they would do it, but they needed to. They had to. Criketpaw wasnt going to die in vain.

As Daypaw finally glanced towards Russetstar, the tears rolling down the medicine cat's cheeks were some sort of shock to the leader, the idea that he looked so much like their dead friend- because as much as the leader wanted to get over her as well, Cricketpaw was the light of his life. Besides Whisperblaze, she was the next cat he'd die nine times over to protect. And then... he asked about her death. He didn't talk about this- it was too much, seeing her body brought in. He couldn't do this, could he? It was horrifying, terrible- how would he talk about this without having to break down himself? "It... it was a rogue who did it. We never caught who killed her- the scent trail was a bust." He coughed out, his eyes pained at the idea of talking about this- he didn't want this. He didn't want to talk about how she died, not when he could be talking about all the good she'd done while alive. She was such a great cat, and it hurt him just to mention that terrible cat who took her life away from her.

-- Lawlipop RedHead AbsurdJinx

Russetstar had been worked up enough that evening- he was rather tired himself, and in all honesty, was looking forward to some time by himself- who knew, maybe Whisperblaze would stop by to talk for a bit. Sometimes he thought the tom and their kits were the only thing holding him down in this flood of activity- he was so stressed out, but for them and the clan, everything was worth it. However, his time of relaxation quickly came to an end as he heard sounds of a group approaching, hoping the issue they had to talk about wasn't too important. But before he could wave them in with a paw, his face almost dropped at the appearance of three cats- one of his best friends, an awkward acquaintance, and... you have got to be kidding me.

When Scorchingflame had left the clan, Russetstar- then Russetswirl- had been overwhelmed with relief. The tom had threatened him over his own love life, not to mention that he almost killed him- the leader still carried a few scars on his shoulder from that fateful encounter. Stepping out of the shadows carefully, it was obvious for all now that he was the same cat from moons before, and that he wasn't exactly too happy about this. "...Dappleblossom, it's very nice to see you. I hope you're having a nice day." He murmured to his best friend through gritted teeth- he wasn't about to ruin her kind of innocence by confronting Scorchingflame on his... murderous? tendencies, but he wasn't very happy with this happening one bit. "You too, Shellfeather...So, who's this newcomer you've brought into the clan? Be careful when bringing strangers into our camp, you two- they could be... dangerous." He accentuated the last part, glaring daggers towards the former RiverClanner as he waited for responses.

[AbsurdJinx]

Lawlipop RedHead fenic!

Scorchingflame couldn't believe it! The coward Russetswirl had become leader! He refused to call the tomcat Russetstar - he'd always be the pathetic excuse for a warrior known as Russetswirl. He remembered their fight clearly - Scorchingflame had escaped without injury due to the fact that Russetswirl refused to fight back. He still carried so much rage for Russetswirl; he nearly launched himself at the red-brown warrior, but he forced himself to stand back seeing that Dappleblossom and Shellfeather were there. However, Scorchingflame felt his muscles tense, his shoulder fur bristling with hostility. Dappleblossom pressed against him brought him comfort, enough to refrain him from attacking Russetswirl.

His ear twitched as he noted the awkward greeting between the former mates. He still wondered which one of them had left the other, yet it didn't really matter, as long as that in the end he had Shellfeather, and Russetswirl didn't. Scorchingflame found himself chuckling coldly. ``Russetswirl, did you forget about me already?`` He even added a cocky smirk to add his confident act. In all honesty, Scorchingflame was looking for a fight. Specifically, he was looking for a fight with Russetswirl. I figure I'll have to work on making a larger impact on him.

[RedHead]

Lawlipop fenic! AbsurdJinx
You too Shellfeather? That's all I get? Shellfeather's ears fell backward even more, although she forced them back upwards. She refused to let it show that this was hurting her. Hadn't she just told herself over and over that she no longer cared about Russetstar as any more than a friend? "Sometimes you need to find someone else to love for the hurt to ever go away." Spicepaw's words entered Shellfeather's ears. She had never thought that her only son would've grown up to be so deep and thoughtful. But he had, and Shellfeather had enjoyed the talk she had had with him earlier in the day, before Scorchingflame had returned. She hadn't talked to him in a while since they had returned to Riverclan, but when she did, she could feel that immense love that he held for her, as his mother.

The white-furred warrior's eyes widened as Russetstar continued speaking, glaring at Scorchingflame. The feline had tried so hard to forget what had happened between the two. And she had. Until this moment. Now the memory was rushing back to fill her already fragile heart. The snarl on Scorchingflame's face, the fear she had felt when she had seen him attack her former mate. Scorchingflame was her best friend, and she had never thought he would've done something like that. She was oblivious to the feelings he held for her, still, even in this time now.

Shellfeather wanted to get angry with Russetstar for saying such a thing to Scorchingflame, but she knew he had a perfectly good reason to hold a grudge against the larger tom. And Shellfeather wasn't going to argue against that. Her and the russet-furred tom still had a chance at friends, right? No. Something in Shellfeather's stomach twinged as her mind instantly responded to her own thoughts. Was that really what was going to happen? Her and Russetstar, breaking off their link and never talking again? That is sure what it feels like right now... At least she still had her kits. Or what was left of them. Shellfeather felt a twinge in her heart and she wanted to start crying for all of her lost kits, like she did every day. But now wasn't the time. The time for mourning verbally was gone. Life has to move on.

Shellfeather was still aware of Dappleblossom behind her, and the thought occurred to her to just leave with the calico she-cat. The two hadn't seen each other in a while, and Shellfeather wanted to form a stronger friendship bond between them. But the time for being weak and running away wasn't at hand. She could bond with Dappleblossom later. Right now, Scorchingflame needed her. And she'd like to believe that maybe even, at this moment, Russetstar needed her as well.

The feline could feel Scorchingflame as he tensed up, and she placed her tail soothingly against his pelt. She tried to mentally imply to him "stay strong,
don't give in to your anger. I'll handle this." She wasn't completely sure if he would get those exact words out of the look she cast him. Turning her sapphire hues to Russetstar, Shellfeather spoke. "Russetstar, you know very well that Scorchingflame isn't a stranger. When Spicepaw and I came back to the clan, you welcomed us with open arms. You didn't go as far as to call us strangers." The warrior held Russetstar's gaze, something she hadn't been able to do in a long time. But this time, instead of feeling sorrow and regret, she felt something else. She felt strength and authority as she stared into those hues, so much like Spicepaw's. Or more, Spicepaw's were so much like his. "Now, don't think I didn't forget what... Tensions happened between you two, for I surely haven't. But Russetstar, you need to learn to put your past behind you, give others a second chance. I mean, you did that for me, right? I believe I hurt you just as much as Scorchingflame did." And you gave Whisperblaze a second chance for your love. True love.

[Lawlipop]

RedHead AbsurdJinx fenic!
(( I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry guys ;u; I lost my inspiration to rp for a bit))

Dappleblossom expected the reuninion between the former rivals would have gone sour, on contrast to being reunited with Shellfeather and herself, which was a warmly process alltogether, the two she-cats were egstatic to have the giant ginger tom back in the clans where they felt he belonged. Right now, however, the room felt cold and awkward and Dappleblossom could tell that Russetstar wanted no more than to chase Scorchingblaze to the other side of Twolegplace. If it were a strange cat that Dappleblossom had no interactions with, she would have assisted. Evident from the only greeting that didn't feel forced or awkward, she and Russetstar have become close during Shellfeather's and Scorchingflame's absence. But she knew Scorchingflame. And she wouldn't allow him to do without her giving a long, hard fight over it. And she has Shellfeather to back her up as well, the calico shifting her eyes at the white tabby in front of her.

She put her line of focus back on Russetstar, her painted ears flickering and her eyes glowing with determination, but softened it up when it was her turn to speak in protest. "Russetstar please. I know your past with Scorchingflame has been..." she pauses and looks up at the ceiling of the den for the words she wants to say that doesn't sound too harsh. "... the cheeriest... But I was hoping you would toss your personal relationship with him and see him more as a necessary asset." She pulls away from Scorchingflame and moves so the outside world can be seen. Pointing with her tail, she says. "Look out there, Russetstar. Do you know what that is? Two clans under distress and need helping paws from whomever can provide it. There is a big portion from RiverClan and ShadowClan that are unable to serve the place they are currently in because they are too young, too old, or too busy caring for their young." she says, watching some kits play nearby the entrance before disappearing. Turning back to look at Russetstar. "Not every cat knows how to fish, so we need any cat willing enough to help us get more food. The prey on land might dwindle in numbers, but we can be assured that the fish will still be with us for leafbare." She remains where she is, but looks at Scorchingflame and points her tail st him. "Scorchingflame may have been away from the clan for a while, but I will not doubt his loyalty here. You didn't doubt my loyalty or Shellfeather's when we came back. Why doubt his over a petty past?"

[russet]

Ottertail poked her brown head into the leader's den, her blue eyes flickering everywhere, taking in every inch of the den. Her half tail flicked behind her as she took a half-stride into the den. "Russetstar?" She called out hopefully, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She breathed in and tasted the air, happy to see that it finally had stopped stenching of ShadowClan. She let out a soft scoff as she remembered the cats flooding the RiverClan camp. (pun intended ;))

fenic!

[Fel]

Ottertail poked her brown head into the leader's den, her blue eyes flickering everywhere, taking in every inch of the den. Her half tail flicked behind her as she took a half-stride into the den. "Russetstar?" She called out hopefully, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She breathed in and tasted the air, happy to see that it finally had stopped stenching of ShadowClan. She let out a soft scoff as she remembered the cats flooding the RiverClan camp. (pun intended ;))

fenic!
russetstar had been a bit less stressed than usual as shadowclan had ceased their stay in the clan's territory, and he couldn't help feeling a lot better than he usually did. at the moment, the leader was resting in his den to himself, enjoying the peace which came after the storm, because it had rained out everything else that had been bothering the tom as of late. however, at the call of one of his clanmates, he quickly picked his head up towards the frustrated warrior with a light yawn. "...ottertail-- is there anything you need?" he asked with a lighter tone, getting out of his nest gently as he stretched out his large front paws before redirecting his gaze back towards her.
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[russet]

russetstar had been a bit less stressed than usual as shadowclan had ceased their stay in the clan's territory, and he couldn't help feeling a lot better than he usually did. at the moment, the leader was resting in his den to himself, enjoying the peace which came after the storm, because it had rained out everything else that had been bothering the tom as of late. however, at the call of one of his clanmates, he quickly picked his head up towards the frustrated warrior with a light yawn. "...ottertail-- is there anything you need?" he asked with a lighter tone, getting out of his nest gently as he stretched out his large front paws before redirecting his gaze back towards her.
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"Um, yes, Russetstar. I'm very sorry to bother you, I know you're a very busy cat, but I have some questions for you." She entered the den fully, sitting down lightly and wrapping her tail as much as she could around her small, white paws. She suddenly became very self-conscious and swished her tail back behind her, out of sight. "I've just been wondering why you let ShadowClan stay in our territory and camp. I understand that you want to keep peace and that I probably have little to no experience in leadership, but I think that it was a poor descision on your part."
There was still respect in the cat's voice and mind, but they were truly struggling to keep back their temper. They took a deep breath and continued. "They were basically stealing from us under your permission. I would have helped them, too, but not in the way that you did. They were spying on us, Russetstar! They know every nook and cranny of the territory!" She was losing her calm now, on her feet, her bright eyes narrowed to a point and her brown fur spiking on end. She realized that she was probably horribly overwhelming the new and peaceful leader, but she was angry.

poor russetstar ;0; he was just enjoying his day off and then ottertail is all like "ur a bad leader!!1!"

[Fel]

"Um, yes, Russetstar. I'm very sorry to bother you, I know you're a very busy cat, but I have some questions for you." She entered the den fully, sitting down lightly and wrapping her tail as much as she could around her small, white paws. She suddenly became very self-conscious and swished her tail back behind her, out of sight. "I've just been wondering why you let ShadowClan stay in our territory and camp. I understand that you want to keep peace and that I probably have little to no experience in leadership, but I think that it was a poor descision on your part."
There was still respect in the cat's voice and mind, but they were truly struggling to keep back their temper. They took a deep breath and continued. "They were basically stealing from us under your permission. I would have helped them, too, but not in the way that you did. They were spying on us, Russetstar! They know every nook and cranny of the territory!" She was losing her calm now, on her feet, her bright eyes narrowed to a point and her brown fur spiking on end. She realized that she was probably horribly overwhelming the new and peaceful leader, but she was angry.

poor russetstar ;0; he was just enjoying his day off and then ottertail is all like "ur a bad leader!!1!"
...she was insulting him? russetstar couldn't help but narrow his eyes a bit towards her comment on his leadership ability, because he found it rather ridiculous that she was talking about this, how she was losing her temper so easily as if that wasn't something a leader needed to learn how to manage. "...ottertail. i've been riverclan's leader for nearly ten moons, and i surely have more experience than you do in the position. starclan wouldn't approve of the clans refusing to help another in danger, because all five clans belong. if we refused to help them, would that not be creating a rift between two clans who have had a terrible history of fighting already?"
the leader was sighing in a bit of annoyance, because he had been looking forward to some peace and quiet, only to have it suddenly disrupted like this, by his own clanmate who didn't have faith in his leadership- it was a bit of kick to his self-esteem, but russetstar had learned to grin and bear it. "...i'm not interested in starting a war, for watching our fellow clans suffer." he whispered, shaking his head- before he had become leader, there was bucknigbt, the cat who spearheaded a terrible era of darkness throughout the clans. he wouldn't be like him. he would be a better leader, he promised himself that.

[russet]

...she was insulting him? russetstar couldn't help but narrow his eyes a bit towards her comment on his leadership ability, because he found it rather ridiculous that she was talking about this, how she was losing her temper so easily as if that wasn't something a leader needed to learn how to manage. "...ottertail. i've been riverclan's leader for nearly ten moons, and i surely have more experience than you do in the position. starclan wouldn't approve of the clans refusing to help another in danger, because all five clans belong. if we refused to help them, would that not be creating a rift between two clans who have had a terrible history of fighting already?"
the leader was sighing in a bit of annoyance, because he had been looking forward to some peace and quiet, only to have it suddenly disrupted like this, by his own clanmate who didn't have faith in his leadership- it was a bit of kick to his self-esteem, but russetstar had learned to grin and bear it. "...i'm not interested in starting a war, for watching our fellow clans suffer." he whispered, shaking his head- before he had become leader, there was bucknigbt, the cat who spearheaded a terrible era of darkness throughout the clans. he wouldn't be like him. he would be a better leader, he promised himself that.

Ottertail sighed and realized she looked like a terrible cat. But when she heard the mention of war, her body froze up. She was about to lash out, she felt it. She closed her eyes and waited for herself to calm down. "I'm sorry, Russetstar. I do realize that you have a lot more experience, and I..." She took a deep breath in. "I realize you don't want to start a war. Or just fight at all. And I know that's what StarClan wants. But I feel like ShadowClan just... I don't know... knows too much about RiverClan now. Trust me, trust me, I don't want to start a war either, I have... too many, way too many bad, bad memories of fighting. And I understand your decision."
She sighed and shook her head before continuing. "I'm truly sorry that I lashed out at you like that. I get really worked up really easily, and I'm a mouse brain for not trying to calm down, especially talking to you. I've always wanted to get to know you better, and I really started off on the wrong foot. This conversation doesn't have to last any longer, but would you give me a second chance?"
They felt like a pitiful kit under the judgemental stare of the RiverClan leader, and they became more and more self aware of how mouse-brained they were. She slumped down, feeling stupid and disrespectful. Disloyal, even.

[Fel]

Ottertail sighed and realized she looked like a terrible cat. But when she heard the mention of war, her body froze up. She was about to lash out, she felt it. She closed her eyes and waited for herself to calm down. "I'm sorry, Russetstar. I do realize that you have a lot more experience, and I..." She took a deep breath in. "I realize you don't want to start a war. Or just fight at all. And I know that's what StarClan wants. But I feel like ShadowClan just... I don't know... knows too much about RiverClan now. Trust me, trust me, I don't want to start a war either, I have... too many, way too many bad, bad memories of fighting. And I understand your decision."
She sighed and shook her head before continuing. "I'm truly sorry that I lashed out at you like that. I get really worked up really easily, and I'm a mouse brain for not trying to calm down, especially talking to you. I've always wanted to get to know you better, and I really started off on the wrong foot. This conversation doesn't have to last any longer, but would you give me a second chance?"
They felt like a pitiful kit under the judgemental stare of the RiverClan leader, and they became more and more self aware of how mouse-brained they were. She slumped down, feeling stupid and disrespectful. Disloyal, even.

"...it's perfectly alright- i can understand that there may be concerns, though i'm sure that by helping them out through this, they won't have much of a reason to use anything about the layout of our territory against us." russetstar remarked, flicking his tail back and forth with a quiet huff as he looked to be almost deep in thought, his large paws heavy with tire as he continued to speak, because he did feel like something was off. "...thank you-- though it's nothing wrong to be concerned. you did the right thing by bringing it up with me." he responded, dipping his head in a rather respectful manner as he mewed, because he had bad memories of fighting as well, memories he didn't want to relive. russetstar has always wanted to be a good leader, somebody who was known as a braver and loyal cat, someone who protected his clan at all costs. and that meant listening to his clanmates as well. "no second chances seem necessary- i'd like to thank you, actually. perhaps you've got my mind truly rolling again for the first time in awhile."

[Random Melody]

starfall

Snowstar didn't like this.

It wasn't that she didn't like RiverClan cats, that wasn't the case. She had absolutely nothing against the "otter-cats" as Foxthorn called them. But, at the same time, she felt uneasy in another Clan's camp. She'd decided to go without a patrol. She'd wanted all warriors present in camp in case WindClan decided to attack out of the blue. The thought of WindClan had the fur along her spine prickling up, eyes narrowing as she neared the RiverClan leader's den. Well, that's why she was here. Visiting RiverClan had been her first thought. It was pretty close, and she did want to take the chance to see her sister. And... Suddenly the Siamese was extremely stressed. What if RiverClan happened to take WindClan's side in the war? What if she had to fight against her sister, or her sister's kits in the battle?

The thoughts had her halting just outside the den, and good thing - She'd almost entered without announcing herself. Clear ice blue eyes scanned the den in front of her before her head turned over her shoulder to glance around, before turning her black muzzle forward, short white fur prickling. Well, this was time to see which side RiverClan chose. "Russetstar?" She meowed, taking a deep breath. Of course, she'd had no idea that Russetstar was no longer the leader. Word didn't travel around that fast, and she sure hadn't heard anything from Splashheart about it. The young leader zoned out again for a moment before shaking her head quickly. "It's Snowstar - From ThunderClan. May I come in? I have something important to discuss with you." She added, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. Well, this was it. Yet, not really. She still had ShadowClan, and SkyClan to go to. Still. This was important. Very, very important.

[Starfall]

starfall

Snowstar didn't like this.

It wasn't that she didn't like RiverClan cats, that wasn't the case. She had absolutely nothing against the "otter-cats" as Foxthorn called them. But, at the same time, she felt uneasy in another Clan's camp. She'd decided to go without a patrol. She'd wanted all warriors present in camp in case WindClan decided to attack out of the blue. The thought of WindClan had the fur along her spine prickling up, eyes narrowing as she neared the RiverClan leader's den. Well, that's why she was here. Visiting RiverClan had been her first thought. It was pretty close, and she did want to take the chance to see her sister. And... Suddenly the Siamese was extremely stressed. What if RiverClan happened to take WindClan's side in the war? What if she had to fight against her sister, or her sister's kits in the battle?

The thoughts had her halting just outside the den, and good thing - She'd almost entered without announcing herself. Clear ice blue eyes scanned the den in front of her before her head turned over her shoulder to glance around, before turning her black muzzle forward, short white fur prickling. Well, this was time to see which side RiverClan chose. "Russetstar?" She meowed, taking a deep breath. Of course, she'd had no idea that Russetstar was no longer the leader. Word didn't travel around that fast, and she sure hadn't heard anything from Splashheart about it. The young leader zoned out again for a moment before shaking her head quickly. "It's Snowstar - From ThunderClan. May I come in? I have something important to discuss with you." She added, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. Well, this was it. Yet, not really. She still had ShadowClan, and SkyClan to go to. Still. This was important. Very, very important.



The ebony tom had just been fixing up the nest, making it to his liking. It was an odd feeling, having a den to himself, so much privacy, so much space, it was a little lonely. After scattering moss all over the clump of pure softness, he couldn't sleep unless it was incredibly soft, he gave himself a smug grin. "Not too shabby Fallen not too shabby." Now Fallenstream hadn't gotten his nine lives yet, he was waiting for a bit, allowing Juniperpaw to gather the herbs she needed and all the other possible excuses he could think of, but if he was being honest, he just felt as though he wasn't good enough to be the leader of his clan. As he thought about his morals and all the other things he really shouldn't be thinking about before his leader ceremony his attention was ripped back into reality as a voice called out. Now he found it odd that it wasn't his name, that it was actually Russetstar's, which meant that it was a feline from another clan, a loner, or a really oblivious Riverclan member. He prayed to starclan it wasn't the last option. He hadn't recognized the voice, he was better at remembering faces, not names or voices, which would explain why he was so puzzled, but the ebony feline called out anyways "Um, you can come in, but Russetstar is no longer in this den." he stated, turning around and sitting in his overly soft nest, wrapping his tail around his paws. As she stated her name and the fact that there was something important he felt his blood freeze, everything seemed to go slowly around him, and suddenly, once again, he felt and heard the thrumming of his heart in his ears. He had only just become leader, hadn't gotten his nine lives, and he was already faced with a huge decision, now he understood the reason behind Russetstar's resignation.

[Random Melody]

The ebony tom had just been fixing up the nest, making it to his liking. It was an odd feeling, having a den to himself, so much privacy, so much space, it was a little lonely. After scattering moss all over the clump of pure softness, he couldn't sleep unless it was incredibly soft, he gave himself a smug grin. "Not too shabby Fallen not too shabby." Now Fallenstream hadn't gotten his nine lives yet, he was waiting for a bit, allowing Juniperpaw to gather the herbs she needed and all the other possible excuses he could think of, but if he was being honest, he just felt as though he wasn't good enough to be the leader of his clan. As he thought about his morals and all the other things he really shouldn't be thinking about before his leader ceremony his attention was ripped back into reality as a voice called out. Now he found it odd that it wasn't his name, that it was actually Russetstar's, which meant that it was a feline from another clan, a loner, or a really oblivious Riverclan member. He prayed to starclan it wasn't the last option. He hadn't recognized the voice, he was better at remembering faces, not names or voices, which would explain why he was so puzzled, but the ebony feline called out anyways "Um, you can come in, but Russetstar is no longer in this den." he stated, turning around and sitting in his overly soft nest, wrapping his tail around his paws. As she stated her name and the fact that there was something important he felt his blood freeze, everything seemed to go slowly around him, and suddenly, once again, he felt and heard the thrumming of his heart in his ears. He had only just become leader, hadn't gotten his nine lives, and he was already faced with a huge decision, now he understood the reason behind Russetstar's resignation.



Snowstar took a deep breath when she was called into the den, but she paused for a split second. Now that wasn't Russetstar's voice, was it? She struggled to remember what the RiverClan Tom had sounded like. But she didn't have to think for long - This other cat's next words had clarified what she'd already guessed. Snowstar paused, confused, before ducking into the den, ears pricking. Her gaze drifted around, staying slightly close to the entrance, before her ice blue eyes landed on Fallenstream. She came up blank for a moment before realizing - This was the deputy, correct? Yes, she was sure. Quite sure. So what was the deputy doing in the leader's den? Snowstar realized she hadn't spoken for quite some time and shook her head to clear it. "Um.. Right. You're... The deputy, right?" She paused, recalling the Tom's earlier words. Russetstar is no longer in this den. No longer in this den? Does that mean... "Oh, um.. I'm... Sorry. Did something happen to Russetstar?"

She sounded puzzled and faintly concerned, wide ice blue eyes meeting Fallenstream's gaze. Well, whatever change, if there was one, must have been recent, as Snowstar hadn't heard anything about Russetstar resigning or... Worse, perhaps. She hoped it was the former and not the latter - She'd never wish death on any cat, not even the rabbit-chasing leader of WindClan himself. She just didn't have that kind of fire in her. Never had, never will. Sure, she'd fight WindClan, and if necessary, and only if necessary, she would... Be prepared to kill for her Clanmates. But still. Snowstar just wasn't that kind of cat, the kind of cat to wish death on someone, or to want to kill them, to want someone dead.. She didn't have that. It wasn't her. And thinking that something had happened to Russetstar immediately had her stomach twisting violently with both concern and horror and disbelief - But she had to remind herself she didn't know anything yet. For all she knew, the Tom was fine. She just had to wait for an answer from Fallenstream.

[Starfall]

Snowstar took a deep breath when she was called into the den, but she paused for a split second. Now that wasn't Russetstar's voice, was it? She struggled to remember what the RiverClan Tom had sounded like. But she didn't have to think for long - This other cat's next words had clarified what she'd already guessed. Snowstar paused, confused, before ducking into the den, ears pricking. Her gaze drifted around, staying slightly close to the entrance, before her ice blue eyes landed on Fallenstream. She came up blank for a moment before realizing - This was the deputy, correct? Yes, she was sure. Quite sure. So what was the deputy doing in the leader's den? Snowstar realized she hadn't spoken for quite some time and shook her head to clear it. "Um.. Right. You're... The deputy, right?" She paused, recalling the Tom's earlier words. Russetstar is no longer in this den. No longer in this den? Does that mean... "Oh, um.. I'm... Sorry. Did something happen to Russetstar?"

She sounded puzzled and faintly concerned, wide ice blue eyes meeting Fallenstream's gaze. Well, whatever change, if there was one, must have been recent, as Snowstar hadn't heard anything about Russetstar resigning or... Worse, perhaps. She hoped it was the former and not the latter - She'd never wish death on any cat, not even the rabbit-chasing leader of WindClan himself. She just didn't have that kind of fire in her. Never had, never will. Sure, she'd fight WindClan, and if necessary, and only if necessary, she would... Be prepared to kill for her Clanmates. But still. Snowstar just wasn't that kind of cat, the kind of cat to wish death on someone, or to want to kill them, to want someone dead.. She didn't have that. It wasn't her. And thinking that something had happened to Russetstar immediately had her stomach twisting violently with both concern and horror and disbelief - But she had to remind herself she didn't know anything yet. For all she knew, the Tom was fine. She just had to wait for an answer from Fallenstream.




The tom dipped his head in greeting and gave her a strained smile, the word 'deputy' left a taint in his soul, it still didn't sound right when it was directed or coming from him. " I was the deputy...now I've taken Russetstar's place, and don't worry, he's perfectly fine, he just stepped down because of the stress." he stated, his tail tip flicking as he watched the white, brown dusted molly look around the den. After a few moments of silence he took a deep breath and shifted on his haunches "Well...if it was specifically for Russetstar than I can call for him...he'd probably love to help out however he could." he began "But if it involves Riverclan as a whole, you will be speaking with me." his warm voice now suddenly turned cold, no more soft, strained smile plastered on his face. All the welcoming warmth that he had been taught to use at a young age had vanished, his voice was now stern and held a little threat in it, not much, but just enough to let the Thunderclan leader know that he was serious about his place, or at least to convince both himself and her that she was serious. His lapis hues, which were once warm, were now cold and if one looked closely, seemed as though the were glowing. Fallenstream had learned this from his father, this two faced lie, how to seem welcoming and promising, then in the next seconds turn cold and dangerous, seems as though the ebony felines father had left the ebony feline with a few more lessons that he had originally thought.

[Random Melody]

The tom dipped his head in greeting and gave her a strained smile, the word 'deputy' left a taint in his soul, it still didn't sound right when it was directed or coming from him. " I was the deputy...now I've taken Russetstar's place, and don't worry, he's perfectly fine, he just stepped down because of the stress." he stated, his tail tip flicking as he watched the white, brown dusted molly look around the den. After a few moments of silence he took a deep breath and shifted on his haunches "Well...if it was specifically for Russetstar than I can call for him...he'd probably love to help out however he could." he began "But if it involves Riverclan as a whole, you will be speaking with me." his warm voice now suddenly turned cold, no more soft, strained smile plastered on his face. All the welcoming warmth that he had been taught to use at a young age had vanished, his voice was now stern and held a little threat in it, not much, but just enough to let the Thunderclan leader know that he was serious about his place, or at least to convince both himself and her that she was serious. His lapis hues, which were once warm, were now cold and if one looked closely, seemed as though the were glowing. Fallenstream had learned this from his father, this two faced lie, how to seem welcoming and promising, then in the next seconds turn cold and dangerous, seems as though the ebony felines father had left the ebony feline with a few more lessons that he had originally thought.


Snowstar's ears flicked when Fallenstream announced that he'd taken Russetstar's place. She had no time for any other questions before the Tom added that Russetstar was fine, and had only resigned due to stress. "Oh, good," She sighed, letting out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She frowned, and realized how that sentence must have sounded, quickly rushing to explain. "Well - Not good that he resigned, of course not, Russetstar was a good leader. I meant, like, good that he was okay, you know? That resignation was the only reason for... I'm gonna shut up now. Um... Congratulations, by the way, I'm sure you'll do great." She added quickly, snapping her jaws shut and shaking her head at herself. Really, Snowy? Great first impression.

She was silent until Fallenstream spoke up again, and watched, blinking as the Tom's eyes went cold. It made her slightly uncomfortable. Oh this isn't going to go well, is it? She couldn't help but think, shifting her paws and staring at the ebony Tom with a frown. "Oh, of course - Right," She'd almost forgotten what she'd needed to discuss. "Yes, well, it does involve all of RiverClan." She twitched her ears hesitantly, wondering if this was a good idea after all. RiverClan had clearly just lost their leader - Just to resignation, though, to Snowstar's relief - So was it a good idea to go asking RiverClan to join the fight? The Siamese shook the thoughts away.

"Well, I'm sure you saw at the last gathering, things have not been going smoothly for ThunderClan and WindClan." Her ears flattened slightly. "There's going to be a war. And I understand completely if you don't wish to bring your Clan into the middle of it, but..." Her ice blue eyes met the Fallenstream's cold blue ones. "ThunderClan and WindClan are meeting on the battlefield, with or without allies. Again... I understand if you don't want to bring RiverClan into this, but if you do consider it, I'd like to know if you would fight with ThunderClan." Snowstar's tail tip twitched, her tail wrapping around her left back leg and her ears flicking back as she stared at the Tom. There. She'd done it. And hopefully she'd done it right. Hopefully she gained a new ally.

[Starfall]

Snowstar's ears flicked when Fallenstream announced that he'd taken Russetstar's place. She had no time for any other questions before the Tom added that Russetstar was fine, and had only resigned due to stress. "Oh, good," She sighed, letting out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She frowned, and realized how that sentence must have sounded, quickly rushing to explain. "Well - Not good that he resigned, of course not, Russetstar was a good leader. I meant, like, good that he was okay, you know? That resignation was the only reason for... I'm gonna shut up now. Um... Congratulations, by the way, I'm sure you'll do great." She added quickly, snapping her jaws shut and shaking her head at herself. Really, Snowy? Great first impression.

She was silent until Fallenstream spoke up again, and watched, blinking as the Tom's eyes went cold. It made her slightly uncomfortable. Oh this isn't going to go well, is it? She couldn't help but think, shifting her paws and staring at the ebony Tom with a frown. "Oh, of course - Right," She'd almost forgotten what she'd needed to discuss. "Yes, well, it does involve all of RiverClan." She twitched her ears hesitantly, wondering if this was a good idea after all. RiverClan had clearly just lost their leader - Just to resignation, though, to Snowstar's relief - So was it a good idea to go asking RiverClan to join the fight? The Siamese shook the thoughts away.

"Well, I'm sure you saw at the last gathering, things have not been going smoothly for ThunderClan and WindClan." Her ears flattened slightly. "There's going to be a war. And I understand completely if you don't wish to bring your Clan into the middle of it, but..." Her ice blue eyes met the Fallenstream's cold blue ones. "ThunderClan and WindClan are meeting on the battlefield, with or without allies. Again... I understand if you don't want to bring RiverClan into this, but if you do consider it, I'd like to know if you would fight with ThunderClan." Snowstar's tail tip twitched, her tail wrapping around her left back leg and her ears flicking back as she stared at the Tom. There. She'd done it. And hopefully she'd done it right. Hopefully she gained a new ally.


The tom watched as the molly tried to fix whatever she said, which he found nothing to 'fix' he understood what she meant, she was happy that Russetstar was still alive, not dead or taken, or had disappeared. He watched the molly in confusion, he was...worried, and dare he say amused. He had never seen a leader act in such a way, they had always been cold-faced, or serious...a little too serious in his opinion. He was about to butt in and escort her down to the medicine cat's den when she congratulated him, and when she did so he felt his stomach churn. All those horrible, suppressed, negative emotions began to resurface, making the tom physically sink into the pain. Those emotions he tried so hard to push down now boiled over his soul, like the water pouring over too little of a container. He was a leader now, how in the world could he forget? He had become the very thing he despised the most, did that mean he now hated himself? He shook his head and pushed those thoughts aside and once again suppressed those emotions he vowed to keep under control for Honeypool. He replaced his serious, vaguely pained, expression with that of a strained smile "Thank you." he said, unsure of what else to say.

He was still eminent on taking Snowstar down to the medicine cat, but he made himself coftrable once more as she stated that it involved Riverclan as a whole. Once she finished he let out a low hum, indicating that he was thinking, and indeed he was, he was thinking deeply about the situation at hand. Fallenstream knew that a war was about to break loose, but he never thought that it was going to be him making the decision. The ebony feline let out a drawn out breath and looked up at Snowstar, his lapis hues flickered with hesitation " Snowstar, I apologize, but we're still recovering from our recent rank changes, with Geckoleaf gone and Russetstar stepping down, I still have to choose a deputy. But, this isn't a no. Once I've decided I will go to your camp and tell you, but now isn't the best time...I'm still processing everything that's happened, heck, I haven't even gotten my nine lives yet." he sighed, his tail tip twitching. He adverted his eyes from the white molly and began to speak once more "...I need to think about it, but I appreciate the fact that you've come down to speak with me about such a serious matter....you can stay if you'd like and I'll have two warriors escort you back to the border." he began "...Why are you and Blazingstar fighting? It must be a good reason...especially if I'm considering putting my clanmates at risk. No pressure, but the answer will effect my decision." he stated. He didn't want to shed any blood if it was uneccisary, he had heard that Skyclan was staying neutral...and besides, he didn't wish to be known as the battle hungry leader, he cared deeply for his clanmates safety, and the last thing he would want is a war, but if it effected Riverclan as well, he had to see which side both he and his clan stood on.

[Random Melody]

The tom watched as the molly tried to fix whatever she said, which he found nothing to 'fix' he understood what she meant, she was happy that Russetstar was still alive, not dead or taken, or had disappeared. He watched the molly in confusion, he was...worried, and dare he say amused. He had never seen a leader act in such a way, they had always been cold-faced, or serious...a little too serious in his opinion. He was about to butt in and escort her down to the medicine cat's den when she congratulated him, and when she did so he felt his stomach churn. All those horrible, suppressed, negative emotions began to resurface, making the tom physically sink into the pain. Those emotions he tried so hard to push down now boiled over his soul, like the water pouring over too little of a container. He was a leader now, how in the world could he forget? He had become the very thing he despised the most, did that mean he now hated himself? He shook his head and pushed those thoughts aside and once again suppressed those emotions he vowed to keep under control for Honeypool. He replaced his serious, vaguely pained, expression with that of a strained smile "Thank you." he said, unsure of what else to say.

He was still eminent on taking Snowstar down to the medicine cat, but he made himself coftrable once more as she stated that it involved Riverclan as a whole. Once she finished he let out a low hum, indicating that he was thinking, and indeed he was, he was thinking deeply about the situation at hand. Fallenstream knew that a war was about to break loose, but he never thought that it was going to be him making the decision. The ebony feline let out a drawn out breath and looked up at Snowstar, his lapis hues flickered with hesitation " Snowstar, I apologize, but we're still recovering from our recent rank changes, with Geckoleaf gone and Russetstar stepping down, I still have to choose a deputy. But, this isn't a no. Once I've decided I will go to your camp and tell you, but now isn't the best time...I'm still processing everything that's happened, heck, I haven't even gotten my nine lives yet." he sighed, his tail tip twitching. He adverted his eyes from the white molly and began to speak once more "...I need to think about it, but I appreciate the fact that you've come down to speak with me about such a serious matter....you can stay if you'd like and I'll have two warriors escort you back to the border." he began "...Why are you and Blazingstar fighting? It must be a good reason...especially if I'm considering putting my clanmates at risk. No pressure, but the answer will effect my decision." he stated. He didn't want to shed any blood if it was uneccisary, he had heard that Skyclan was staying neutral...and besides, he didn't wish to be known as the battle hungry leader, he cared deeply for his clanmates safety, and the last thing he would want is a war, but if it effected Riverclan as well, he had to see which side both he and his clan stood on.



Snowstar could see the worry and faint amusement clearly in the Tom's gaze and inwardly rolled her eyes at herself. Yeah, great first impression. He thinks I'm crazy now. She thought, shaking her head at herself with a sigh. Great going, Snowy. She nodded when he thanked her, offering a small smile. "Of course," She replied, sitting back. She was beginning to feel a little more comfortable now, but not completely. She was still in another Clan's camp. And while the thought didn't really bother her, she didn't want to seem rude by making herself too comfortable. After she finished explaining, she took a look around as she waited for the Tom's response. When he finally spoke, Snowstar looked back up at him, ears flicking faintly. "Yes, I understand." She murmured. She'd expected this kind of response and was mentally kicking herself for turning to a Clan that had just gone through such huge changes in ranks. Her ears pricked slightly when Fallenstream said that it wasn't a no just yet, however. And she felt faintly relieved and faintly guilty. She didn't want to drag the recovering Clan into this, but now it was too late to turn back.

When he asked exactly why her and the WindClan leader were fighting, she paused and stared at him, choosing her words carefully as she spoke again. "Well, it started when one of my warriors was killed at the border." She stated, narrowing her eyes slightly as she remembered. "I confronted Blazingstar about it, but he brushed it off. After this, things only went further downhill." She said warily, frowning. "I won't lie to you, we've been in the wrong, too. Well, I have, at least. Taking one of his warriors was completely out of line. He has a right to be angry about that." Her ears went back.

"And I can see why he's angry about the stealing prey, as well. But my Clan was starving and I had absolutely nowhere else to turn. I had to do what was best for ThunderClan - That's what I was doing from the beginning. Perhaps, though," She added uncertainly, now mostly talking to herself. She still was sure WindClan was more in the wrong, but... "Perhaps I let it get too far." But should she have just kept her mouth shut about her dead warrior? Should she have let her Clan starve? No. She wasn't going to do that. And if Blazingstar wanted to fight because of it, then he'd get a fight... Snowstar shook her head and brought her gaze back to Fallenstream. "Well, thank you for considering." She said sincerely. "I understand you're busy, so if you want, I'll go ahead and get out of your fur now."

[Liekki]

starfall
Blossom hesitantly stepped into the leader's den. She couldn't have felt more out of place here, and she could feel the other cats' eyes following her. She felt relieved when she arrived in the privacy of the leader's den and could relax. She had traveled quite a while to have the chance of joining a clan, and so she quickly groomed herself as she calmed herself down. She wanted to look not only presentable but professional. The kittypet was a bundle of nerves right now, and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. She quickly searched the den for the leader before saying, "H-hello? I'm... uh... here." She had come all the way here for a specific reason, though. She wanted to find her sister, a cat that had long since faded away from her memory. She remembered that she was once part of a clan, but couldn't remember what or where she had lived. Blossom had heard a loner on the street talking a bit about the clans, so she had to ask him and see for herself. She had traveled down to RiverClan to have a meeting with the leader, to see if she could handle living in a clan. Just wait and be calm. You'll do fine if you're calm, she thought, only making herself more nervous with this reassurance.

[Starfall]

starfall
Blossom hesitantly stepped into the leader's den. She couldn't have felt more out of place here, and she could feel the other cats' eyes following her. She felt relieved when she arrived in the privacy of the leader's den and could relax. She had traveled quite a while to have the chance of joining a clan, and so she quickly groomed herself as she calmed herself down. She wanted to look not only presentable but professional. The kittypet was a bundle of nerves right now, and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. She quickly searched the den for the leader before saying, "H-hello? I'm... uh... here." She had come all the way here for a specific reason, though. She wanted to find her sister, a cat that had long since faded away from her memory. She remembered that she was once part of a clan, but couldn't remember what or where she had lived. Blossom had heard a loner on the street talking a bit about the clans, so she had to ask him and see for herself. She had traveled down to RiverClan to have a meeting with the leader, to see if she could handle living in a clan. Just wait and be calm. You'll do fine if you're calm, she thought, only making herself more nervous with this reassurance.

The ebony feline had just woken up from a short nap, being instructed to rest by Juniperpaw after the battle. He didn't receive any deep or worrying wounds, only a few minor scratches here and there, though that didn't mean the tom was sore from fighting so much, but as was the rest of his clan. He opened his eyes and swiveled his ears to face the direction of the entrance, for a second, he forgot who was coming, all he knew is that someone wished to speak with him. The second the molly poked her head in, he remembered and let out a grunt as he sat himself up, his muscles screaming at him, whining for more rest.

Fallenstar looked the molly in the eye, his lapis hues gave nothing away, as did his serious expression. "Hello, Blossom." he greeted, dipping his head slightly. "You wish to join Riverclan,why?" he asked, tilting his head up slightly. He has no room for backstabbers or those who wish to do harm to Riverclan, molly or tom, clanborn, or kittypet, she was no exception.

[Liekki]

The ebony feline had just woken up from a short nap, being instructed to rest by Juniperpaw after the battle. He didn't receive any deep or worrying wounds, only a few minor scratches here and there, though that didn't mean the tom was sore from fighting so much, but as was the rest of his clan. He opened his eyes and swiveled his ears to face the direction of the entrance, for a second, he forgot who was coming, all he knew is that someone wished to speak with him. The second the molly poked her head in, he remembered and let out a grunt as he sat himself up, his muscles screaming at him, whining for more rest.

Fallenstar looked the molly in the eye, his lapis hues gave nothing away, as did his serious expression. "Hello, Blossom." he greeted, dipping his head slightly. "You wish to join Riverclan,why?" he asked, tilting his head up slightly. He has no room for backstabbers or those who wish to do harm to Riverclan, molly or tom, clanborn, or kittypet, she was no exception.

Blossom's mouth went dry, unused to the leader's upfront language. Many of the cats she had normally talked to went around the question or area of concern, but Fallenstar had jumped right on the topic of interest. She took a deep breath and replied, "I-I remember when I was younger that I used to be part of a clan. One day I wandered off and... never saw my sister again. For years I've been a kittypet, going from place to place with different housefol- er, twolegs. There I was treated like a stupid animal, and hated the dull life. Same routine, day in, day out. I hate that life now, not just feeling helpless, but so alone and not able to live my life freely. I know that clan life isn't easy, but I'm ready to be a part of a clan and to do my part for the sake of others." Blossom shuddered and whispered, "and hopefully find my sister along the way. I used to be a part of a clan... and I want to once more." Blossom realized that throughout her speech, she had grown more confident in her speaking, and so she stood tall facing the leader.

[Starfall]

Blossom's mouth went dry, unused to the leader's upfront language. Many of the cats she had normally talked to went around the question or area of concern, but Fallenstar had jumped right on the topic of interest. She took a deep breath and replied, "I-I remember when I was younger that I used to be part of a clan. One day I wandered off and... never saw my sister again. For years I've been a kittypet, going from place to place with different housefol- er, twolegs. There I was treated like a stupid animal, and hated the dull life. Same routine, day in, day out. I hate that life now, not just feeling helpless, but so alone and not able to live my life freely. I know that clan life isn't easy, but I'm ready to be a part of a clan and to do my part for the sake of others." Blossom shuddered and whispered, "and hopefully find my sister along the way. I used to be a part of a clan... and I want to once more." Blossom realized that throughout her speech, she had grown more confident in her speaking, and so she stood tall facing the leader.



The feline tilted his head to the side, looking at the molly with a cold stare, his eyes half idled, lashes covering the frosty orbs. He listened intently to what she had to say, and for a few moments, he didn't believe her, it was too easy to spin a tale and felines tended to be gullible. He wasn't going to fall for it. Or, at least, he wasn't, until he saw her demeanor change completely. She straightened up and projected her voice more, no longer seeming whiny and scared. He lowered his head, slightly, and perked his ears forward, now he was looking at her with normal eye level. There could be a possibility that she wasn't lying, but, he still had his doubts. "How do you know that it was Riverclan, and what if it wasn't Riverclan, and your sister was in a different clan, what will you do then?" he asked, his tail flicking back and fourth. He knew that such a question was a hard one to answer, but, he had to make sure she wouldn't end up getting both herself and her possible future clanmates hurt if she couldn't decide where her loyalties lie. At the same time, she would be one to keep an eye out for if she told the ebony leader that she would stay in Riverclan, especially with the current war going on.

Fallenstar let out a sigh and shook his head "You've put yourself in a difficult position Blossom, but...let me ask this instead." he began. He knew what it was like to choose where your loyalties lie, family or clan? It was a tough decision. "Will you fight for Riverclan when we need it most?" he asked, his voice guttural. "Now, of course, if she ends up being in Riverclan, that makes this much easier...but if your sister is in any of the other clans...that could cause some problems." he explained. It could cause many, many, problems, but, all those made up senerios in his head depended on how friendly the former kittypet is.

[Liekki]

The feline tilted his head to the side, looking at the molly with a cold stare, his eyes half idled, lashes covering the frosty orbs. He listened intently to what she had to say, and for a few moments, he didn't believe her, it was too easy to spin a tale and felines tended to be gullible. He wasn't going to fall for it. Or, at least, he wasn't, until he saw her demeanor change completely. She straightened up and projected her voice more, no longer seeming whiny and scared. He lowered his head, slightly, and perked his ears forward, now he was looking at her with normal eye level. There could be a possibility that she wasn't lying, but, he still had his doubts. "How do you know that it was Riverclan, and what if it wasn't Riverclan, and your sister was in a different clan, what will you do then?" he asked, his tail flicking back and fourth. He knew that such a question was a hard one to answer, but, he had to make sure she wouldn't end up getting both herself and her possible future clanmates hurt if she couldn't decide where her loyalties lie. At the same time, she would be one to keep an eye out for if she told the ebony leader that she would stay in Riverclan, especially with the current war going on.

Fallenstar let out a sigh and shook his head "You've put yourself in a difficult position Blossom, but...let me ask this instead." he began. He knew what it was like to choose where your loyalties lie, family or clan? It was a tough decision. "Will you fight for Riverclan when we need it most?" he asked, his voice guttural. "Now, of course, if she ends up being in Riverclan, that makes this much easier...but if your sister is in any of the other clans...that could cause some problems." he explained. It could cause many, many, problems, but, all those made up senerios in his head depended on how friendly the former kittypet is.


Blossom took a deep breath and said, It would be amazing to meet my sister, and I think we could be good friends. But if she's not in RiverClan... I have to be loyal to the clan. I never want to hurt her, but when battle comes,
I will fight for RiverClan." Blossom didn't know what clan her sister would be in, but she had made her decision to join RiverClan whether her sister was there or not. She closed her eyes and said quietly, "We can be friends on our own time, but neither of us can put the clan at stake." She didn't want to be in the clan just for her sister, she wanted to be a part of clan life where everyone relied on everyone else, where everything was interdependent. She wanted to hunt, train, and battle. She wanted to all of the hard things because with it came a sense of responsibility and it meant that everyone had to do their part. She didn't want to be with her housefolk anymore, she wanted clan life.

The ginger cat looked into Fallenstar's eyes to see his reaction. Blossom wanted more than anything to join the clan, but if she wasn't ready... she wasn't ready. She felt that she was, but knew she would come back again if necessary, and she would train and try her hardest to become worthy of the clan. Awhile ago, she hadn't know that clans in the forest had existed, though she heard tales that the neighborhood cats told to young kittens. They called them wild savages that tore apart live animals to eat. Blossom used to be scared until she had heard a different side of the story. One that called them noble and fierce, a tale that described their heroic battles and loyalty to one another. "Sure I would love to meet my sister, but clan life is what called me here, not her," she added softly.

[wren]

starfall
[ Hope you don't mind I just went ahead to the den instead of the streamstone? And get fallen ready for hard core mothering c; ]

There was something about the way Daisyshade carried herself, something you wouldn’t have noticed unless she told you what it was. She was feeling a little heavy around her abdomen and nobody had quite mentioned it so she didn't bring it up, not even with juniperpaw who she most likely should have brought it up with anyways. That didn't matter now because there was more pressing matters at paw and she had to handle them no matter what. That started with the naming ceremony. My naming ceremony. Anybody would've understood why fallenstar looked so confused when she told him. Who wouldn't? it was sudden and out of the blue, but it had to be done. She was weak and too soft for the life starclan had wanted her to go on, this was her destiny and those where her problems that she needed to fix. This name she had grown up this name she had lived by for so long the one she was Destined to have was no longer her own name. It echoed her past and what she had blossomed out of and the world she had been tossed into. Like everyone else she now joined them side by side, to set aside her childish ways and become who she had neglected for so long. She padded out of the dirtplace and approached the high rock with her chest puffed out and eyes glinting with excitement. Flashing back to her apprentice ceremony, and from there her warrior, and finally her deputy, there was obvious differences between each of them yet her deputy had stuck out much farther than normal. The hatred laced within the toms golden gaze that made her confidence melt in her chest like ice left in the sun. That didn't matter now she would finish this and than- than she would go and speak to him in his den. Secluded and alone where she could ask him all about that, look yet maybe she wasn't the only one who had gets such a glare. She shivered at the thought of how many other cats he had looked at with those eyes but now she would brush that aside. All things would be settled at some point. She came up to the assembled group of cats her tail lashing, excitement surged through her forcing her to simply stand. There was no time to stand and she could barely stop herself from jumping up and shouting with joy. Today was her day.

Once the whole thing was over she glanced up at the tom surprise filling her maw as he actually went through With it. Not that she hadn't expected it to happen but more that she couldn't believe that the day had finally come! Than turning she stepped off the spot and slipped into the crowd, she wouldn't let others ask her about the name change. It shouldn't concern them besides she had somthing to do. Forcing herself past clan mates she wriggled her way out of the mod before glancing back up to where fallenstar had been before trotting with her chin raised and her chest puffed out. Extending her claws she began to climb up the rock fall forcing herself not to panic at the height. Finally she reached the shade of his den overlooking the clan. Her tail jerked nervously but she swallowed the bile in her throat "Fallenstar? Do you perhaps have a minute?" she asked gently. Leaning closer to the trendils her breath fogging and drifting upwards from between her nostrils.

[Starfall]

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[ Hope you don't mind I just went ahead to the den instead of the streamstone? And get fallen ready for hard core mothering c; ]

There was something about the way Daisyshade carried herself, something you wouldn’t have noticed unless she told you what it was. She was feeling a little heavy around her abdomen and nobody had quite mentioned it so she didn't bring it up, not even with juniperpaw who she most likely should have brought it up with anyways. That didn't matter now because there was more pressing matters at paw and she had to handle them no matter what. That started with the naming ceremony. My naming ceremony. Anybody would've understood why fallenstar looked so confused when she told him. Who wouldn't? it was sudden and out of the blue, but it had to be done. She was weak and too soft for the life starclan had wanted her to go on, this was her destiny and those where her problems that she needed to fix. This name she had grown up this name she had lived by for so long the one she was Destined to have was no longer her own name. It echoed her past and what she had blossomed out of and the world she had been tossed into. Like everyone else she now joined them side by side, to set aside her childish ways and become who she had neglected for so long. She padded out of the dirtplace and approached the high rock with her chest puffed out and eyes glinting with excitement. Flashing back to her apprentice ceremony, and from there her warrior, and finally her deputy, there was obvious differences between each of them yet her deputy had stuck out much farther than normal. The hatred laced within the toms golden gaze that made her confidence melt in her chest like ice left in the sun. That didn't matter now she would finish this and than- than she would go and speak to him in his den. Secluded and alone where she could ask him all about that, look yet maybe she wasn't the only one who had gets such a glare. She shivered at the thought of how many other cats he had looked at with those eyes but now she would brush that aside. All things would be settled at some point. She came up to the assembled group of cats her tail lashing, excitement surged through her forcing her to simply stand. There was no time to stand and she could barely stop herself from jumping up and shouting with joy. Today was her day.

Once the whole thing was over she glanced up at the tom surprise filling her maw as he actually went through With it. Not that she hadn't expected it to happen but more that she couldn't believe that the day had finally come! Than turning she stepped off the spot and slipped into the crowd, she wouldn't let others ask her about the name change. It shouldn't concern them besides she had somthing to do. Forcing herself past clan mates she wriggled her way out of the mod before glancing back up to where fallenstar had been before trotting with her chin raised and her chest puffed out. Extending her claws she began to climb up the rock fall forcing herself not to panic at the height. Finally she reached the shade of his den overlooking the clan. Her tail jerked nervously but she swallowed the bile in her throat "Fallenstar? Do you perhaps have a minute?" she asked gently. Leaning closer to the trendils her breath fogging and drifting upwards from between her nostrils.




[It's perfectly fine :heartbounce: sorry it took so long ;w; ]


The ebony feline had much weighing on his mind, of course, they were all problems he had no solution to, and problems he couldn't fathom into words, into sentences. He was drifting in and out of reality, a clouded over look slung accrost his face, ideas crossing his mind without his knowledge, except for a select few that he latched onto, or rather, for the select few that latched onto him. His thoughts had become nothing but vermin, venomous beings that sucked his happiness away, that ate at his heart, that ripped apart his soul. Of course, he had been dealing with said feeling for a few moons now, quite a few moons, and there were no signs that it was going to get better, that these thoughts and emotions that were eating away at his very being, were going to go away.

Fallenstar was pulled back into reality by a voice calling for him, at first he thought it was Honeypool, but after a few seconds he realized it was, instead, his deputy. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to shove away all the blighting thoughts, and finally answered the cream feline, "Yes come in Dais-er Rowanflower." he called, mentally kicking himself for his slip-up.



[you're good :heartbounce:
and sorry, my reply is gonna be a tad short, kinda tired ;w; ]

The tom had been thinking to himself,

Blossom took a deep breath and said, It would be amazing to meet my sister, and I think we could be good friends. But if she's not in RiverClan... I have to be loyal to the clan. I never want to hurt her, but when battle comes,
I will fight for RiverClan." Blossom didn't know what clan her sister would be in, but she had made her decision to join RiverClan whether her sister was there or not. She closed her eyes and said quietly, "We can be friends on our own time, but neither of us can put the clan at stake." She didn't want to be in the clan just for her sister, she wanted to be a part of clan life where everyone relied on everyone else, where everything was interdependent. She wanted to hunt, train, and battle. She wanted to all of the hard things because with it came a sense of responsibility and it meant that everyone had to do their part. She didn't want to be with her housefolk anymore, she wanted clan life.

The ginger cat looked into Fallenstar's eyes to see his reaction. Blossom wanted more than anything to join the clan, but if she wasn't ready... she wasn't ready. She felt that she was, but knew she would come back again if necessary, and she would train and try her hardest to become worthy of the clan. Awhile ago, she hadn't know that clans in the forest had existed, though she heard tales that the neighborhood cats told to young kittens. They called them wild savages that tore apart live animals to eat. Blossom used to be scared until she had heard a different side of the story. One that called them noble and fierce, a tale that described their heroic battles and loyalty to one another. "Sure I would love to meet my sister, but clan life is what called me here, not her," she added softly.

The tom quirked an eyebrow and listened intently to what the molly had to say, listened to her answers closely, listening for any possible deceit hidden within the vowels and consonants. After taking a moment to think it over, racking his brain on all the answers and possible problems, he had finally come to a decision. "you may join, but you will need someone to stick next to your side until you remember what it's like to be in a clan once again..I doubt you'll need a mentor for fighting lessons." he inquired, his tail lashing behind him. He didn't like long, drawn out conversations, so, rather than continusouly batter her with questions, he decided to just get straight to the point, he was tired, and honestly, he needed to fix himself at the moment. "Any complaints?" he asked, his chin held high, lapis hues giving nothing away.

[Liekki]

The tom quirked an eyebrow and listened intently to what the molly had to say, listened to her answers closely, listening for any possible deceit hidden within the vowels and consonants. After taking a moment to think it over, racking his brain on all the answers and possible problems, he had finally come to a decision. "you may join, but you will need someone to stick next to your side until you remember what it's like to be in a clan once again..I doubt you'll need a mentor for fighting lessons." he inquired, his tail lashing behind him. He didn't like long, drawn out conversations, so, rather than continusouly batter her with questions, he decided to just get straight to the point, he was tired, and honestly, he needed to fix himself at the moment. "Any complaints?" he asked, his chin held high, lapis hues giving nothing away.

Blossom blinked and shook her head quickly, "No, no sir. But... um... will I be able to keep 'Blossom' in my warrior name? I mean, it's fine if I don't; I was just curious." She tilted her head and thought about the fact that she would need a cat to show her around. I was certainly a good requirement, but she felt like she would have trouble meeting new cats. She knew not every cat would enjoy her company, considering she was a kittypet. Happiness bubbled inside of her as she ran Fallenstar's words through her head, you may join. She hesitated before asking, "So... can I leave or should I..." Blossom wasn't sure what to finish her sentence with, so she looked at Fallenstar, waiting for a reply. She knew she was going to have some trouble getting into the swing of things in RiverClan, but her hopes were high. She knew how to swim for the most part, but the fast-moving bodies of water scared her a little bit. She sat up straight and swayed slightly from side to side.

[wren]

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[ I would really not worry about it being late haha c: ]
[ Also, I’m not sure if I want Rowan to let fallen know she’s pregnant, what do you think? ]

Gracefully dipping into the den the ginger and white spotted she cat could sense his uneasiness with her name change. It was odd of course and certainly not something you heard everyday, but that’s not exactly the whole reason she was here. She came a few whiskerlengths I’m keeping herself close to the exit just in case he did anything that upset her and she needed to take her leave. She was stoic but fallenstars words shook her soul, his glares made her weak no matter how much she didn’t wanna admit that. She shuffled her paws awkwardly before lifting her gaze off the floor. She looked directly at him her green eyes searching his for anything, but his seemed clouded over with deep thought. Bad timing for sure. she swallowed the bile raising in her throat and sat down instinctively sweeping her long fluffy tail around her paws. Flicking her ears toward him she gave a little sigh and straightened up. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you lately” she said raising her chin just a bit so she could see the tom in the dark corner of his den.

She blinked a few times than sighed “I can’t help but feel, that I’m doing something to make you hate me” she breathed. Admittedly this was the topic she had wanted to start out with and end on a sour note, her pregnancy. If it meant she had to resign she knew that it wouldn’t really go over well for anyone. She would be too antsy as she had always been. Deputy kept her busy and rightly so.

[Starfall]

Blossom blinked and shook her head quickly, "No, no sir. But... um... will I be able to keep 'Blossom' in my warrior name? I mean, it's fine if I don't; I was just curious." She tilted her head and thought about the fact that she would need a cat to show her around. I was certainly a good requirement, but she felt like she would have trouble meeting new cats. She knew not every cat would enjoy her company, considering she was a kittypet. Happiness bubbled inside of her as she ran Fallenstar's words through her head, you may join. She hesitated before asking, "So... can I leave or should I..." Blossom wasn't sure what to finish her sentence with, so she looked at Fallenstar, waiting for a reply. She knew she was going to have some trouble getting into the swing of things in RiverClan, but her hopes were high. She knew how to swim for the most part, but the fast-moving bodies of water scared her a little bit. She sat up straight and swayed slightly from side to side.

The ebony feline looked the molly dead in the eye, his ears tilting backwards at the name she called him. 'Sir?' he thought to himself, a confused look flickered acrost his features. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, thinking hard about her question, after all he saw nothing wrong with her having her kittypet name apart of her clan name. After a second of thinking he lifted his gaze and gave her a quick, small smile, if one blinked, they would miss it. "Yes. You may keep your name...and please, just call me Fallenstar." he stated. "And yes, leave, go get to know some of your newfound family members." he suggested, waving his massive paw at her. Just what did he allow Blossom to step into, he thought to himself, his stomach churning, bile rising in his throat. So much blood is being spilt at this time...was it really a wise decision to have her join?

[Starfall]

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[ I would really not worry about it being late haha c: ]
[ Also, I’m not sure if I want Rowan to let fallen know she’s pregnant, what do you think? ]

Gracefully dipping into the den the ginger and white spotted she cat could sense his uneasiness with her name change. It was odd of course and certainly not something you heard everyday, but that’s not exactly the whole reason she was here. She came a few whiskerlengths I’m keeping herself close to the exit just in case he did anything that upset her and she needed to take her leave. She was stoic but fallenstars words shook her soul, his glares made her weak no matter how much she didn’t wanna admit that. She shuffled her paws awkwardly before lifting her gaze off the floor. She looked directly at him her green eyes searching his for anything, but his seemed clouded over with deep thought. Bad timing for sure. she swallowed the bile raising in her throat and sat down instinctively sweeping her long fluffy tail around her paws. Flicking her ears toward him she gave a little sigh and straightened up. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you lately” she said raising her chin just a bit so she could see the tom in the dark corner of his den.

She blinked a few times than sighed “I can’t help but feel, that I’m doing something to make you hate me” she breathed. Admittedly this was the topic she had wanted to start out with and end on a sour note, her pregnancy. If it meant she had to resign she knew that it wouldn’t really go over well for anyone. She would be too antsy as she had always been. Deputy kept her busy and rightly so.








For a few seconds, and only a few, he managed to turn off the screaming voices in his head, nothing but a jumble of words that seemed to get louder, screaming chants, something he had yet to decode. He had learned this trick after the meeting with Snowstar, turn off [I]everything, thoughts, emotions, feeling, all of it. This time, however, he felt it best he just turned off his thoughts. He angled his ears forward as she began to speak, she sounded....worried? possibly with a hint of exasperation. why? The leader licked his maw and narrowed his eyes. Did she not wish to be deputy anymore? Did she not like them siding with Thunderclan? Did she need to leave? Was she leaving? She couldn't leave could she? Would she come back? She won't disappear would she? Did she even want to come back? he shut off his thoughts once more, now nothing but low mutters, a constant hum in the depths of his mind. Why were they there? They weren't there before? When did they appear, he couldn't remember, many memories were burned without his consent. troublesome. She reminded him of her, Rowanflower, the golden pelt, he flowery scent, it hurt. Did he choose her as deputy because he believed in her, or because he was doing anything to have even a sliver of Honeypool with him? He didn't know, the answer was blurry.

As the molly stated her concern the ebony tom lifted a brow, lapis hues swam with confusion, though, they never lost their clouded, dull look. They lost their spark long ago. "Hate you? Why do you say that?" he asked, words pouring out of his mouth, this, he was conscious of. What he did during the ceremony, however, he was not. He couldn't recall showing her any kind of discust toward her as a feline, memories of the glares, the hatred, the bubbling blood and the rising bile in the back of his throat as he spat out the words 'Daisyshade will you become my deputy' were gone, nothing but black blobs, burnt memories that were just a few hair lengths from his grasp. He only remembered naming her deputy, her accepting, and the cheers, the loud, loud cheers that seemed to get louder every single time they called her name. It was like a taunt. Why? Why was this bringing back such hatred? It was a happy moment, most definitely for her, for her mate, for her friends and family, why did it make him so angry? Fallenstar readjusted himself, swinging his fluffy tail around his paws, and refocused his gaze on the molly. "Rowanflower, I think you're a little tired...why not go get some rest? Aren't you sick? You have been seeing Juniperpaw a lot recently." he stated, lifting his paw. He noticed things, everything, all of it. All of the happenings in his clan, the rumors, deceit, hatred, all of it.

[wren]

For a few seconds, and only a few, he managed to turn off the screaming voices in his head, nothing but a jumble of words that seemed to get louder, screaming chants, something he had yet to decode. He had learned this trick after the meeting with Snowstar, turn off [I]everything, thoughts, emotions, feeling, all of it. This time, however, he felt it best he just turned off his thoughts. He angled his ears forward as she began to speak, she sounded....worried? possibly with a hint of exasperation. why? The leader licked his maw and narrowed his eyes. Did she not wish to be deputy anymore? Did she not like them siding with Thunderclan? Did she need to leave? Was she leaving? She couldn't leave could she? Would she come back? She won't disappear would she? Did she even want to come back? he shut off his thoughts once more, now nothing but low mutters, a constant hum in the depths of his mind. Why were they there? They weren't there before? When did they appear, he couldn't remember, many memories were burned without his consent. troublesome. She reminded him of her, Rowanflower, the golden pelt, he flowery scent, it hurt. Did he choose her as deputy because he believed in her, or because he was doing anything to have even a sliver of Honeypool with him? He didn't know, the answer was blurry.

As the molly stated her concern the ebony tom lifted a brow, lapis hues swam with confusion, though, they never lost their clouded, dull look. They lost their spark long ago. "Hate you? Why do you say that?" he asked, words pouring out of his mouth, this, he was conscious of. What he did during the ceremony, however, he was not. He couldn't recall showing her any kind of discust toward her as a feline, memories of the glares, the hatred, the bubbling blood and the rising bile in the back of his throat as he spat out the words 'Daisyshade will you become my deputy' were gone, nothing but black blobs, burnt memories that were just a few hair lengths from his grasp. He only remembered naming her deputy, her accepting, and the cheers, the loud, loud cheers that seemed to get louder every single time they called her name. It was like a taunt. Why? Why was this bringing back such hatred? It was a happy moment, most definitely for her, for her mate, for her friends and family, why did it make him so angry? Fallenstar readjusted himself, swinging his fluffy tail around his paws, and refocused his gaze on the molly. "Rowanflower, I think you're a little tired...why not go get some rest? Aren't you sick? You have been seeing Juniperpaw a lot recently." he stated, lifting his paw. He noticed things, everything, all of it. All of the happenings in his clan, the rumors, deceit, hatred, all of it.







[ Here goes nothing XD ]

Rowanflower made a small noise in her throat as if she wasn't quite sure if he was being serious or not. why do you say that? Why do I say that? the mollys stomach seemed to churn and her claws flexed uneasily beneath her. She hadn't been the only one to catch his glances, juniperpaw, tumblestep and most likely a lot more. Perhaps when he had during the gathering it was all for good reason, she had spoken out of line. Even though she was trying to keep her comment neutral she couldn't help but feel it was slightly unnecessary. Though the glare had explanation and some reason behind it she would excuse herself from bringing that example up. She corrected her posture and let her green eyes fall on his own gaze trying to force as much affection and respect into them as possible, she never wanted to make him angry despite feeling like a failure in the first place. She neglected to tell tumblestep of her news and decided to tell a leader which she felt held more hatred for her than any other clan. Except maybe windclan that is. she ran her tongue graceful over the bend of her paw than drew it over her ear with such dainty delicacy before allowing her gaze to come back to his. We will get things settled here, and that's it. unbeknownst to the pair all their settling would be done in the moon following this encounter... ( dun dun dun )

Her whiskers twitched "Forgive me if I'm mistaken but, the way you seem to" she paused for a moment trying to select the right words in case of a- burst? "Look at me per say, isn't exactly accepting nor" she paused again for a shorter time "gentle?" she bit her tongue as soon as the words came out her claws fumbling in he dirt and pebbles while her gaze kept wandering the den. She glanced over her shoulder worriedly and than turned back with an awkward smile and little cough. Terrible words. shut up. You've made him angry. oh please, he's a rational cat! Are you sure? yes I am sure. Get out of my head! And with that she flicked an ear dismissively to the corrosive thoughts and focused her Attenion back on the dark ebony Tom with uncertainty.

[Brilliance]

Was this the right thing to do?
Now, that he was actually in Riverclan, he continued to pace back and forth. Passionstar hyped himself up for the journey, Imagining over in his head how easy this meeting would be; he’d address Fallenstar, they would talk, possibly agree on matters, then Passionstar would leave, his face a lot brighter. Everything in his head went splendid...only he refused to acknowledge what reality would offer. Besides, this was the first Passionstar had to bombard into an abode that wasn’t his own. Although Riverclan was just as lovely, and he’d imagined - cozy, as Thunderclan was. For the millionth time, he turned around, doubting himself. Then, he turned back around because Passionstar was far from being the one who took the flight option. Again, he was hyping himself up to be brave. This couldn’t be something complex to do. Passionstar felt Fallenstar was an understanding tom, and a grand ally that he knew he wouldn’t want to slip from his paws. Tensions between the clans was higher than ever. Snowstar left a battle to the new leader when he wasn’t prepared to fight, but he was most certain willing to end it. Yet, when the matters came, Passionstar lost all train of thought and attacked like a Neanderthal. “You’re being a fool, Passionstar. How hard could it be? You like act like you’re awaiting to be executed.” He let out a soft chuckle at his crude joke before he gave a couple licks to his chest. Padding forward on heavy paws, Passionstar exhaled. Fallenstar, at least, deserved to know that Snowstar resigned, and he had stepped up to his expected position. If Passionstar wanted a trusted ally, he needed to prove his worth to the Riverclan leader...he just hoped he was doing the right thing. Even though it’s been a couple days of receiving his lives, Passionstar still was entangled in confusing wires and the stress of running a clan solely based on his own thoughts of allowing himself to stress himself. When was the last time he slept? Shaking his head, Passionstar knew he should had invited Powdernose to accompany him on this trip...but this was his requirement to do. Alone. He was, as he believed, much stronger alone. He just hoped he was doing the right thing. He wasn’t making decisions on his own. Every decision he made would have a consequence. Whether good or bad. The tom stopped to peer at the den of the Riverclan leader. Iniation took over him, and the burly tom stepped forward to make sure Fallenstar wasn’t busy. “Fallenstar, may I speak to you?” A deep, expressionless voice, a flick of unnoticeable doubt, a little harsh because of his own swirling, hesitant thoughts in this moment. Politely, he added, “Only if you have time, that is.”

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[Starfall]

Was this the right thing to do?
Now, that he was actually in Riverclan, he continued to pace back and forth. Passionstar hyped himself up for the journey, Imagining over in his head how easy this meeting would be; he’d address Fallenstar, they would talk, possibly agree on matters, then Passionstar would leave, his face a lot brighter. Everything in his head went splendid...only he refused to acknowledge what reality would offer. Besides, this was the first Passionstar had to bombard into an abode that wasn’t his own. Although Riverclan was just as lovely, and he’d imagined - cozy, as Thunderclan was. For the millionth time, he turned around, doubting himself. Then, he turned back around because Passionstar was far from being the one who took the flight option. Again, he was hyping himself up to be brave. This couldn’t be something complex to do. Passionstar felt Fallenstar was an understanding tom, and a grand ally that he knew he wouldn’t want to slip from his paws. Tensions between the clans was higher than ever. Snowstar left a battle to the new leader when he wasn’t prepared to fight, but he was most certain willing to end it. Yet, when the matters came, Passionstar lost all train of thought and attacked like a Neanderthal. “You’re being a fool, Passionstar. How hard could it be? You like act like you’re awaiting to be executed.” He let out a soft chuckle at his crude joke before he gave a couple licks to his chest. Padding forward on heavy paws, Passionstar exhaled. Fallenstar, at least, deserved to know that Snowstar resigned, and he had stepped up to his expected position. If Passionstar wanted a trusted ally, he needed to prove his worth to the Riverclan leader...he just hoped he was doing the right thing. Even though it’s been a couple days of receiving his lives, Passionstar still was entangled in confusing wires and the stress of running a clan solely based on his own thoughts of allowing himself to stress himself. When was the last time he slept? Shaking his head, Passionstar knew he should had invited Powdernose to accompany him on this trip...but this was his requirement to do. Alone. He was, as he believed, much stronger alone. He just hoped he was doing the right thing. He wasn’t making decisions on his own. Every decision he made would have a consequence. Whether good or bad. The tom stopped to peer at the den of the Riverclan leader. Iniation took over him, and the burly tom stepped forward to make sure Fallenstar wasn’t busy. “Fallenstar, may I speak to you?” A deep, expressionless voice, a flick of unnoticeable doubt, a little harsh because of his own swirling, hesitant thoughts in this moment. Politely, he added, “Only if you have time, that is.”

starfall


The leader had been up to anything at that time. A rare thing. It was always something for the brawny tom, whether it be his own problems, his clanmate's problems, his clan's problems, heck, even other clan's problems. Something was always ripping the leader from his slumber, keeping him from closing his eyes and resting. Recently it had been the ordeal he had with his deputy, Rowanflower, pregnant and running around in a storm, he was surprised she didn't get hurt more than she did. Now, however, was a rare moment of silence, no voices were screaming at him in his head, no clanmates asking him to do them a favor, no pressing deed to be done. Silence. Of course, it scared the leader as much as the noise did. Being able to hear nothing but the wind outside and your own heartbeat is indeed a weird feeling, and he wasn't used to it...quite yet. The doddering of paws outside his den awoke him and pulled him from the silence. He perked an ear and lazily opened one eye, looking at the visitor. 'Snowstar?' Thunderclan scent swamped his senses and he shakily picked himself up with a grunt, still incredibly sore from the events of yesterday's storm. However, as his lapis orbs adjusted to the sun that filtered in between the vines of the fronds that draped across the opening of the den, he noticed that instead of a purely white coat, he was, instead met with a flaming one. The tom narrowed his eyes and his ears flicked back, a frown evident on his face. 'Who in the name of Sta-is, is that her deputy?' Fallenstar leaned forward, trying to get a better look of the tom, and after a second, he concluded that it was, indeed Snowstar's deputy. Or atleast, her former deputy, he had no clue she was no longer the leader, nor that he had taken her spot and received all 9 lives. "Passionflame, yes, yes I wasn't doing anything anyways." he stated, voice gruff, sore from all the shouting. It felt as though his throat was ripped to shreds, of course, screaming over thunder would do that to a tom. The ebony feline let out a sigh and shifted himself in an attempt to get more comftrable "What I want to know is...why are you here? If you're trying to get me to go against Snowstar's back I ain't doing it. Jeeze, don't even think I'm gonna keep my clan in this war either, make sure you let her know that when you get back." he huffed, but, it came out as a wheeze more than a huff, commanding voice, something he had acquired in his few moons as both deputy and leader. Honestly, it sickened him.

[Brilliance]

The leader had been up to anything at that time. A rare thing. It was always something for the brawny tom, whether it be his own problems, his clanmate's problems, his clan's problems, heck, even other clan's problems. Something was always ripping the leader from his slumber, keeping him from closing his eyes and resting. Recently it had been the ordeal he had with his deputy, Rowanflower, pregnant and running around in a storm, he was surprised she didn't get hurt more than she did. Now, however, was a rare moment of silence, no voices were screaming at him in his head, no clanmates asking him to do them a favor, no pressing deed to be done. Silence. Of course, it scared the leader as much as the noise did. Being able to hear nothing but the wind outside and your own heartbeat is indeed a weird feeling, and he wasn't used to it...quite yet. The doddering of paws outside his den awoke him and pulled him from the silence. He perked an ear and lazily opened one eye, looking at the visitor. 'Snowstar?' Thunderclan scent swamped his senses and he shakily picked himself up with a grunt, still incredibly sore from the events of yesterday's storm. However, as his lapis orbs adjusted to the sun that filtered in between the vines of the fronds that draped across the opening of the den, he noticed that instead of a purely white coat, he was, instead met with a flaming one. The tom narrowed his eyes and his ears flicked back, a frown evident on his face. 'Who in the name of Sta-is, is that her deputy?' Fallenstar leaned forward, trying to get a better look of the tom, and after a second, he concluded that it was, indeed Snowstar's deputy. Or atleast, her former deputy, he had no clue she was no longer the leader, nor that he had taken her spot and received all 9 lives. "Passionflame, yes, yes I wasn't doing anything anyways." he stated, voice gruff, sore from all the shouting. It felt as though his throat was ripped to shreds, of course, screaming over thunder would do that to a tom. The ebony feline let out a sigh and shifted himself in an attempt to get more comftrable "What I want to know is...why are you here? If you're trying to get me to go against Snowstar's back I ain't doing it. Jeeze, don't even think I'm gonna keep my clan in this war either, make sure you let her know that when you get back." he huffed, but, it came out as a wheeze more than a huff, commanding voice, something he had acquired in his few moons as both deputy and leader. Honestly, it sickened him.

Upon seeing the ebony tom come into view, Passionstar have a formal duo of his head to display his respect, as he done with many. As much as Passionstar felt anxious inside, he kept reminding himself to keep this visit short and sweet because he didn’t want to take much of Fallenstar’s time. When he was given the alright to proceed to talk with the Riverclan leader, Passionstar slowly approached the den, his eyes gently scanning the area and admiring the different use of substances that hiwnoen den in Thunderclan lacked. He never officially been through Riverclan’s territory, as he had no reason to, but he did enjoy the visit here. It furthered his knowledge that every part of the forest was unique and beautiful in its own way. Fallenstar’s voice caused Passionstar to direct his attention to the dark furred tom. Ruffling his fur slightly, Passionstar gave a nod of understanding - to which, he vigorously shook his head. “Go against Snowstar’s back? Heh, no I’m not here for that at all. I would never - I’m not insane to ever go against Snowstar’s back...well, actually,” Passionstar paused for a moment to collect his thoughts together. Unconsciously, Passionstar paced back and forth, a quirk to always stay moving. At least moving around kept his thoughts flowing and far away from anstuttering squirrelbrain tom. “Snowstar stepped down. She resigned. A few days ago, I received my lives. I’m Passionstar now.” The flame colored tom spoke briskly. Stopping only for a moment to glance briefly at Fallenstar, then began he resumed his motive. “Trust me, Fallenstar - I’m with you. New leader and all, I don’t want Thunderclan to go through this war. We deserve peace, don’t you think? You and I both.” Evidently, Passionstar agreed with the Riverclan leader. As leader, the most important thing was his clan mates’ well-being. Passionstar always felt that the entire territory of Thunderclan could be demolished or taken, but as long as his clan mates were safe...unharmed, then Passionstar was willing to rebuild; something much stronger, sturdier, grander. Passionstar regretted initiating the fight with Shadowclan. He was high-strung from the surprise attack that cost him his warriors’ lives. Passionstar stopped once more, flicking his ears back as he detected the raspiness in Fallenstar’s voice. “Snowstar won’t need you any longer, you can bet that much. But, me? I’ll still need the help. I’m humbly asking you for a partnership - or...something similar to that.” Passionstar slowly drew out his words to make sure Fallenstar understood him. It was not his intention to bring another clan into a war that was meant for Thunderclan...but now every clan was brought into the tension. This was everyone's fight. “You know how Windclan and Shadowclan can be very sneaky...” recalling the past events and surprise battle that both clans done on Thunderclan. “What if you’re next? Wouldn’t you want someone to have your back?” Passionstar had padded about until he stopped once more, looking at Fallenstar from the corner of his eye without turning his head. He almost looked as if he was persuading Fallenstar to stay in this brutal game. In all honesty, Passionstar just needed a balance, someone to help him out on this new journey - and, who was better than the Riverclan leader? Fallenstar had came to Thunderclan’s aid, and Passionstar felt that he was forever in their debt. Aside from that, Passionstar was quite wary that his mind would shut down and the decisions he made might have been the downfall of his clan.

[Starfall]

Upon seeing the ebony tom come into view, Passionstar have a formal duo of his head to display his respect, as he done with many. As much as Passionstar felt anxious inside, he kept reminding himself to keep this visit short and sweet because he didn’t want to take much of Fallenstar’s time. When he was given the alright to proceed to talk with the Riverclan leader, Passionstar slowly approached the den, his eyes gently scanning the area and admiring the different use of substances that hiwnoen den in Thunderclan lacked. He never officially been through Riverclan’s territory, as he had no reason to, but he did enjoy the visit here. It furthered his knowledge that every part of the forest was unique and beautiful in its own way. Fallenstar’s voice caused Passionstar to direct his attention to the dark furred tom. Ruffling his fur slightly, Passionstar gave a nod of understanding - to which, he vigorously shook his head. “Go against Snowstar’s back? Heh, no I’m not here for that at all. I would never - I’m not insane to ever go against Snowstar’s back...well, actually,” Passionstar paused for a moment to collect his thoughts together. Unconsciously, Passionstar paced back and forth, a quirk to always stay moving. At least moving around kept his thoughts flowing and far away from anstuttering squirrelbrain tom. “Snowstar stepped down. She resigned. A few days ago, I received my lives. I’m Passionstar now.” The flame colored tom spoke briskly. Stopping only for a moment to glance briefly at Fallenstar, then began he resumed his motive. “Trust me, Fallenstar - I’m with you. New leader and all, I don’t want Thunderclan to go through this war. We deserve peace, don’t you think? You and I both.” Evidently, Passionstar agreed with the Riverclan leader. As leader, the most important thing was his clan mates’ well-being. Passionstar always felt that the entire territory of Thunderclan could be demolished or taken, but as long as his clan mates were safe...unharmed, then Passionstar was willing to rebuild; something much stronger, sturdier, grander. Passionstar regretted initiating the fight with Shadowclan. He was high-strung from the surprise attack that cost him his warriors’ lives. Passionstar stopped once more, flicking his ears back as he detected the raspiness in Fallenstar’s voice. “Snowstar won’t need you any longer, you can bet that much. But, me? I’ll still need the help. I’m humbly asking you for a partnership - or...something similar to that.” Passionstar slowly drew out his words to make sure Fallenstar understood him. It was not his intention to bring another clan into a war that was meant for Thunderclan...but now every clan was brought into the tension. This was everyone's fight. “You know how Windclan and Shadowclan can be very sneaky...” recalling the past events and surprise battle that both clans done on Thunderclan. “What if you’re next? Wouldn’t you want someone to have your back?” Passionstar had padded about until he stopped once more, looking at Fallenstar from the corner of his eye without turning his head. He almost looked as if he was persuading Fallenstar to stay in this brutal game. In all honesty, Passionstar just needed a balance, someone to help him out on this new journey - and, who was better than the Riverclan leader? Fallenstar had came to Thunderclan’s aid, and Passionstar felt that he was forever in their debt. Aside from that, Passionstar was quite wary that his mind would shut down and the decisions he made might have been the downfall of his clan.


[ ;w; sorry it's short ]

The tom perked his ears in surprise at the leaders statement, "Oh, I'm happy to hear she's alive...congratulations Passionstar." he said, though he was quickly cut of by the other leaders explination of his future plans, or atleast an incredibly brief explination. "Yes, I do believe we both deserve, it, so you and Blazingstar should talk something over. I wasn't enlightened on the details as to what happened, all I knew that it was 2 against 1 which, last I checked, isn't fair." he huffed, tail fluffing up and wrapping over his ebony paws. The burly tom, to say the least, was conflicted, he was finally beginning to get his positive emotions back, they finally began to seep into his soul once more, why throw it all away to go to war? It had taken in moons, that and his clanmates were suffering enough, especially with the dissapearance of Juniperpaw, they were without a medicine cat. "Passionstar, I appreciate the fact that you believe in the 'lean on one another' rule, but I am going to attempt to fix my mistakes....as best as I can." the last few words were low, quiet. He was...ashamed of his actions, he had sucsessfully torn down everything Russetswirl had built up. He had let his hatred blind him. He wouldn't let it happen again. "A good fighter doesn't make a good leader...I learned that the hard way." he whispered, his voice quivering. He was so...undecided at the moment, not just about the war, but about everything in general. His life had once again been flipped upsidown, and he didn't know what to expect, what his first step should be, which direction he was going, or even what path is the right path. This war that he dragged his clan into, it was just a crossroads, the next step would decide what path he would be taking. " Alright. Riverclan will continue to be an ally of Thunderclan..." and off to the left path he stumbles, the fallen fool with the broken soul.

[Starfall]

Benrito

The ebony tom had awoken to something tickling his nose, in fact it wasn't one of those, slowly blinking into reality type of awakening. No, he sneezed himself awake. He sniffed a couple times after the rude awakening and looked down at his nest. It was messy, strewn with anything soft, anything that would help, even the slightest bit, with the toms need for sleep. He had rarely been able to get a good nights rest, they even followed him into his dreams now, those voices. He didn't understand it, why they had suddenly refused to go away, why they got louder, why they're still here. It felt as though they had been there his whole life, but quieter, whispering in the darkness instead of piercing the light, the very little amount of life that was left in the felines soul. Chasing it away. He had been getting sicker and sicker, he could feel it, he was decaying on the inside. Yet he couldn't tell anyone about it, he would sound like he was loosing his mind. Not that he wasn't in a sense. He shifted the bits of leaf and moss around, trying to make sure he won't wake up to a sneezing fit again. The leader was going to try to go back to sleep, honestly, that was the best nights rest he had gotten in a good while, he wanted to see if he could still...grasp it. Sink into it. Drown in it. Although the voices followed the burly tom in his dreams, they were quieter, as if underwater, nothing but whispers and gurgles as he just sat there, staring at absolutely nothing, doing absolutely nothing. He couldn't tell if his dreams, now a days, were nightmares, or his own being caving in on itself. Either way, he wouldn't classify it as good. He didn't care though, he was quickly growing numb.

Fallenstar laid himself down and tightly curled himself into the tightest ball he could muster. He was cold, oh so very cold, he was also sore. This was most likely due to the event that happened a few days ago, the event that caused the tom to release pure emotions. It was the first time in moons he had felt like himself. It was pure bliss, but, it, along with everything good that had ever happened to him, melted away into nothingness, and he was once again numb on both the inside and the outside. He hadn't gotten a break after that, because then came Passionstar...the new Thunderclan leader, and the ebony feline was once again dragged into war. He was breaking, oh so slowly being ripped to shreds, piece by bloody piece. It was agonizing. Some days, he never wanted to wake up. Other days, he just wanted to run off and hand it over to Rowanflower. He loved this clan too much, however. He promised his mother he would try his best, she was so proud of him even though he himself hated it, loathed it. She believed in him, Russetswirl believed in him, Honeypool, his siblings? They believed in him, what kind of soul less jerk would he be if he didn't at least try? It was getting harder and harder to even get up every day, how soon until he broke? He shoved his muzzle beneath his fluffy tail and closed his eyes, knitting his brows together, maybe trying a little too hard to doze off.

[Fawn]

Benrito

The ebony tom had awoken to something tickling his nose, in fact it wasn't one of those, slowly blinking into reality type of awakening. No, he sneezed himself awake. He sniffed a couple times after the rude awakening and looked down at his nest. It was messy, strewn with anything soft, anything that would help, even the slightest bit, with the toms need for sleep. He had rarely been able to get a good nights rest, they even followed him into his dreams now, those voices. He didn't understand it, why they had suddenly refused to go away, why they got louder, why they're still here. It felt as though they had been there his whole life, but quieter, whispering in the darkness instead of piercing the light, the very little amount of life that was left in the felines soul. Chasing it away. He had been getting sicker and sicker, he could feel it, he was decaying on the inside. Yet he couldn't tell anyone about it, he would sound like he was loosing his mind. Not that he wasn't in a sense. He shifted the bits of leaf and moss around, trying to make sure he won't wake up to a sneezing fit again. The leader was going to try to go back to sleep, honestly, that was the best nights rest he had gotten in a good while, he wanted to see if he could still...grasp it. Sink into it. Drown in it. Although the voices followed the burly tom in his dreams, they were quieter, as if underwater, nothing but whispers and gurgles as he just sat there, staring at absolutely nothing, doing absolutely nothing. He couldn't tell if his dreams, now a days, were nightmares, or his own being caving in on itself. Either way, he wouldn't classify it as good. He didn't care though, he was quickly growing numb.

Fallenstar laid himself down and tightly curled himself into the tightest ball he could muster. He was cold, oh so very cold, he was also sore. This was most likely due to the event that happened a few days ago, the event that caused the tom to release pure emotions. It was the first time in moons he had felt like himself. It was pure bliss, but, it, along with everything good that had ever happened to him, melted away into nothingness, and he was once again numb on both the inside and the outside. He hadn't gotten a break after that, because then came Passionstar...the new Thunderclan leader, and the ebony feline was once again dragged into war. He was breaking, oh so slowly being ripped to shreds, piece by bloody piece. It was agonizing. Some days, he never wanted to wake up. Other days, he just wanted to run off and hand it over to Rowanflower. He loved this clan too much, however. He promised his mother he would try his best, she was so proud of him even though he himself hated it, loathed it. She believed in him, Russetswirl believed in him, Honeypool, his siblings? They believed in him, what kind of soul less jerk would he be if he didn't at least try? It was getting harder and harder to even get up every day, how soon until he broke? He shoved his muzzle beneath his fluffy tail and closed his eyes, knitting his brows together, maybe trying a little too hard to doze off.


Pacing around the mouth of the leader's den, Cedarsprint wondered if he should enter, but there was little option to back out now. His scent had probably already drifted in and alerted the cat inside, and what if he didn't go? Fallenstar would know he had been here and maybe would seek him out, then what would he do, how would he explain? Cedarsprint decided that Fallenstar had been a good friend to him throughout the moons of their lifetimes; he'd been there during the bad times, and they'd enjoyed the better times… but of course, that was prior to his promotion in the Clan. While Cedarsprint was extremely happy for his childhood companion's accomplishment and believed he deserved every bit of it, between duties and adventuring they had barely any time to actually talk to each other, even less so now that he was leader. One of the few interactions they'd had was him asking permission from his leader to try to enter the Dark Forest for knowledge-collecting purposes. There was still paranoia over another one sweeping the Clans and ruining everything they'd known and worked for, and he was determined to discover what may be in store for them. And he did, but it wasn't what he'd wanted to know, nor was it the news he had been hoping to deliver to Fallenstar. There was never an opportune time to report death and destruction being on the horizon, if the first Evil Era leader had any say in their future, but it had to be done before it was too late.

Gathering a bout of courage, he made the move to shuffle inside Fallenstar's den and saw a sad lump of fur curled tightly in his nest -- it was heartwrenching and worrying to watch the ebony tom in such a state, and Cedarsprint looked down in guilt. He wished he could have been there for him, prevented things from getting so bad -- an omen, essentially, was hardly what he should be telling a broken cat right now. "Fallenstar?" he spoke cautiously but with conviction, his voice teetering on gentle as he didn't want to disturb him any more than he had to. Cedarsprint wanted to ask if he was alright, but he held his tongue; Fallenstar probably didn't want anyone--much less him--to be coddling, as that wasn't really his style. As much as he wished he could do something about his friend's current seemingly-withering condition, there were important matters to discuss that left not even a shred of time for unrelated chatter and as per their agreement, he needed to report these findings to Fallenstar. "I know you didn't seem to be thrilled, exactly, with my interest in studying the Dark Forest, and that's… well, quite frankly, I don't blame you at all." Cedarsprint started, hesitance lost but replaced with something harder to identify, something closer to regret. He wasn't sure he should've ever done this, but the insights were valuable nonetheless.

"I'll be straightforward," the younger tom cleared his throat, "I met with Eternalstar." There was a heaviness in the air as he said it, or maybe it was his imagination--even referencing the horrid former leader was almost taboo. Buried in the depths of his own thoughts and speculation regarding the incident, he began to pace the expanse of the den as he spoke once more. "My attempts to contact him were in vain, but he appears to have the power to contact me." It was something he'd found intriguing--cats couldn't visit the Dark Forest at will, at least not to his knowledge, but instead were basically summoned by one already there. Stopping in front of Fallenstar, he meowed, "Which is strange, yes? We were under the assumption he was reincarnated… as Bucknight, but that apparently isn't the case. He claims Bucknight's alive, that he survived and escaped." Whether that was true or not, they couldn't confirm, but it wasn't the most pressing issue. The pacing around Fallenstar's den resumed, the same look of thoughtfulness in his yellow eyes. "That aside, I fear there's terrible plans in the works.. he's shared his intentions--a desire, if you will--to bring chaos to the Clans once again." Cedarsprint paused, an expression of desperation etched on his features as he hoped Fallenstar would believe him, take this threat seriously. "I don't know the extent of his power, but.. I'm also left unsure of what to do except continue to allow him to visit me." That may encourage Eternalstar to spill more of his plans, but it carried a risk of its own as well.

[Starfall]

Pacing around the mouth of the leader's den, Cedarsprint wondered if he should enter, but there was little option to back out now. His scent had probably already drifted in and alerted the cat inside, and what if he didn't go? Fallenstar would know he had been here and maybe would seek him out, then what would he do, how would he explain? Cedarsprint decided that Fallenstar had been a good friend to him throughout the moons of their lifetimes; he'd been there during the bad times, and they'd enjoyed the better times… but of course, that was prior to his promotion in the Clan. While Cedarsprint was extremely happy for his childhood companion's accomplishment and believed he deserved every bit of it, between duties and adventuring they had barely any time to actually talk to each other, even less so now that he was leader. One of the few interactions they'd had was him asking permission from his leader to try to enter the Dark Forest for knowledge-collecting purposes. There was still paranoia over another one sweeping the Clans and ruining everything they'd known and worked for, and he was determined to discover what may be in store for them. And he did, but it wasn't what he'd wanted to know, nor was it the news he had been hoping to deliver to Fallenstar. There was never an opportune time to report death and destruction being on the horizon, if the first Evil Era leader had any say in their future, but it had to be done before it was too late.

Gathering a bout of courage, he made the move to shuffle inside Fallenstar's den and saw a sad lump of fur curled tightly in his nest -- it was heartwrenching and worrying to watch the ebony tom in such a state, and Cedarsprint looked down in guilt. He wished he could have been there for him, prevented things from getting so bad -- an omen, essentially, was hardly what he should be telling a broken cat right now. "Fallenstar?" he spoke cautiously but with conviction, his voice teetering on gentle as he didn't want to disturb him any more than he had to. Cedarsprint wanted to ask if he was alright, but he held his tongue; Fallenstar probably didn't want anyone--much less him--to be coddling, as that wasn't really his style. As much as he wished he could do something about his friend's current seemingly-withering condition, there were important matters to discuss that left not even a shred of time for unrelated chatter and as per their agreement, he needed to report these findings to Fallenstar. "I know you didn't seem to be thrilled, exactly, with my interest in studying the Dark Forest, and that's… well, quite frankly, I don't blame you at all." Cedarsprint started, hesitance lost but replaced with something harder to identify, something closer to regret. He wasn't sure he should've ever done this, but the insights were valuable nonetheless.

"I'll be straightforward," the younger tom cleared his throat, "I met with Eternalstar." There was a heaviness in the air as he said it, or maybe it was his imagination--even referencing the horrid former leader was almost taboo. Buried in the depths of his own thoughts and speculation regarding the incident, he began to pace the expanse of the den as he spoke once more. "My attempts to contact him were in vain, but he appears to have the power to contact me." It was something he'd found intriguing--cats couldn't visit the Dark Forest at will, at least not to his knowledge, but instead were basically summoned by one already there. Stopping in front of Fallenstar, he meowed, "Which is strange, yes? We were under the assumption he was reincarnated… as Bucknight, but that apparently isn't the case. He claims Bucknight's alive, that he survived and escaped." Whether that was true or not, they couldn't confirm, but it wasn't the most pressing issue. The pacing around Fallenstar's den resumed, the same look of thoughtfulness in his yellow eyes. "That aside, I fear there's terrible plans in the works.. he's shared his intentions--a desire, if you will--to bring chaos to the Clans once again." Cedarsprint paused, an expression of desperation etched on his features as he hoped Fallenstar would believe him, take this threat seriously. "I don't know the extent of his power, but.. I'm also left unsure of what to do except continue to allow him to visit me." That may encourage Eternalstar to spill more of his plans, but it carried a risk of its own as well.




The leader was a sitting duck, easy to snuff out, easy to get rid of. He smelled nothing but the stench of his own self regret and fear, it swamped his senses and drowned out everything else. The stench stuck to him, it was plaguing his very blood cells, and no matter how hard he scrubbed, no matter how hard he scratched at it, it never went away. His fluffy tail coiled around his body, trying to make himself into an even smaller ball, but it was almost like his own tail was choking him. He was sinking, he had been slowly sinking for moons, and no one was there to save him, bring him back to land. It hurt. The ebony feline flinched and sharply inhaled at the sudden voice, swinging his head around, eyes wide. It was soft, the softest voice he had heard in a moon, his life had been filled with nothing but shouting, screaming, crying. Than here he came, a soft voice that was illuminated by the sun that broke through the fronds that were draped over his den. He had always been like that, bright, he envied the tom from the shadows, from the depths of the Ocean. The burly tom took a second to let his fur flatten, licking his chest vigorously, hoping that maybe he'd also get rid of the stench in the air. "Cedarsprint." the words just fell out of his mouth, rolled off his tongue with ease. It was almost like a silent plea. He didn't look up, lapis hues burnt a hole in the den floor. He could smell it, the guilt, it made his blood boil, made him want to scream. He held his tongue and bit the inside of his cheek. Why? Because he knew that the tom wasn't wrong, that he was indeed, broken. He didn't want his friend to see him like this, the only tom who held even a sliver of his trust.

He knew what the warrior came in here for, and it made his stomach churn. Cedarsprint was the only one left, his parents are dead, his siblings rarely spoke with him, and his deputy his mourning the disappearance of Tumblestep and her dead kit. He was alone again. Yet, here was his childhood friend, throwing his well-being and safety away to go...research. It made him angry, made him want to lash out, made him want to tell the other that "You don't have to do it by yourself. Trust me every once in a while!" but he knew that they were just empty words coming from a hollow husk where a spirit once called home. He lifted his head slightly and looked up at the brown feline, lapis hues flickered beneath his lashes, the only light that had made itsef known in moons. "If you know, why are you still going?" he asked, his voice hoarse, as if something had been scratching at the walls of his throat. Maybe it was just the acid of the words he continuously swallowed down, or maybe it was the searing hatred that he screeched whenever he managed to choke up the words, the wrong words, but words nonetheless. "There's no point...we'll just deal with him when the time comes." he added seconds after. He wanted to say more, call him an idiot, tell him to cut it out, but before anymore words could come pouring from his mouth, he heard it, that twinging sound of regret that hung from the toms sentence. It made the ebony tom almost heave over, his stomach churning and twisting. He could deal with it, the pain of regret, the hatred, but he couldn't bear it if his former closest friend was going through the pain.

Fallenstar opened his maw, taking a few seconds to think about what to say, but he immediately closed it as the warrior spoke up. What he heard next sent a violent shiver down his spine and made him want to throw up. 'Cedar met with the first evil era leader. That's practically poking death with a stick.' He felt is fur fluff up and his claws dug into the nest messily planted beneath him. He didn't like this feeling, what was it? He had experienced it once before, but the face, the memory, it was blurry, her face was covered by a dark cloud. Panic. It clicked and he swung his head up to look at his companion, brows knit together, body language tense, fear flickered across his face. Cedarsprint was the last, thin thread of hope he had left to grasp onto, his saving grace. He sat there, rooted to the den floor, his eyes following the treading of the multi-colored warrior, unable to cough up a single thing. It scarred him, the early evil leader able to contact one of his clanmates, his childhood friend? The thought of it shook the burly feline to his core. The leader knew that the pair had grown distant, and honestly, he blamed himself, it was his fault, he pushed the other away, he tried to cut ties. He couldn't say anything, he didn't have the right to. He could feel the iron tickle his tongue, he was biting his cheek too hard. The leader leaned back as the warrior stopped his pacing and stood directly before him, making the toms fur fluff up. He was being weighted down by it, the sheer awkwardness that this meeting held, it hung over their heads like a tempest and refused to disappear. He hated it, that he couldn't say a single thing to ward it off, that all he could do was sit there like some scared kit and listen as his friend was talking of his findings in the Dark Forest. The next bit of information that was thrown up in the thick atmosphere, however, terrified the ebony tom. 'There's more than one of them?' That thought shook him to the core, it made him stand up and scrape his claws against the stone beneath them.

"What." it was practically inaudible, barely even a whisper. More chaos, more blood, more fighting than the clans had already been facing? What did they do to deserve this? His walls crumbled, and soon enough, so was he. Fallenstar shakily sat himself down and coiled his tail around himself once more. Maybe it was a comfort thing, for such a large tom to want to be so small when worried, scared. His strength, which had so many cracks in it, so many weak spots, was now nothing more than dust in the wind. His fake toughness, straight face, seriousness, it was all chucked off a cliff, left to sink to the bottom of the ocean. It must've been because the silent, soft sense of peacefulness that floated just below the sheer awkwardness, not that this was a peaceful topic they were speaking of. He couldn't explain it, everything that he spent moons building up seemed to crumble with the falling of a leaf whenever Cedarsprint was near, no matter how hard he tried. His gaze was locked onto the stone floor below, ears flat against his skull, body tense, claws scraping, clinging to anything they could. Yet, even though he was clearly worried, clearly...angry, he couldn't say a single thing, not a single coo, scream, cry, statement, shout, none of it, they choked him, refused to let themselves be known. It took a large amount of sheer force to barf out what was about to come out of his mouth, "The second your life is in danger, get out and never go back." it was more of a silent plea than a command, more of a hope than an order. It was laced with fear, but it wasn't purely fear for himself, or his clan, no, though he was terrified for them, it was also fear for Cedarsprint's safety. He didn't care if the tom had eternal life, that didn't mean getting clawed at didn't hurt.

[Fawn]

The leader was a sitting duck, easy to snuff out, easy to get rid of. He smelled nothing but the stench of his own self regret and fear, it swamped his senses and drowned out everything else. The stench stuck to him, it was plaguing his very blood cells, and no matter how hard he scrubbed, no matter how hard he scratched at it, it never went away. His fluffy tail coiled around his body, trying to make himself into an even smaller ball, but it was almost like his own tail was choking him. He was sinking, he had been slowly sinking for moons, and no one was there to save him, bring him back to land. It hurt. The ebony feline flinched and sharply inhaled at the sudden voice, swinging his head around, eyes wide. It was soft, the softest voice he had heard in a moon, his life had been filled with nothing but shouting, screaming, crying. Than here he came, a soft voice that was illuminated by the sun that broke through the fronds that were draped over his den. He had always been like that, bright, he envied the tom from the shadows, from the depths of the Ocean. The burly tom took a second to let his fur flatten, licking his chest vigorously, hoping that maybe he'd also get rid of the stench in the air. "Cedarsprint." the words just fell out of his mouth, rolled off his tongue with ease. It was almost like a silent plea. He didn't look up, lapis hues burnt a hole in the den floor. He could smell it, the guilt, it made his blood boil, made him want to scream. He held his tongue and bit the inside of his cheek. Why? Because he knew that the tom wasn't wrong, that he was indeed, broken. He didn't want his friend to see him like this, the only tom who held even a sliver of his trust.

He knew what the warrior came in here for, and it made his stomach churn. Cedarsprint was the only one left, his parents are dead, his siblings rarely spoke with him, and his deputy his mourning the disappearance of Tumblestep and her dead kit. He was alone again. Yet, here was his childhood friend, throwing his well-being and safety away to go...research. It made him angry, made him want to lash out, made him want to tell the other that "You don't have to do it by yourself. Trust me every once in a while!" but he knew that they were just empty words coming from a hollow husk where a spirit once called home. He lifted his head slightly and looked up at the brown feline, lapis hues flickered beneath his lashes, the only light that had made itsef known in moons. "If you know, why are you still going?" he asked, his voice hoarse, as if something had been scratching at the walls of his throat. Maybe it was just the acid of the words he continuously swallowed down, or maybe it was the searing hatred that he screeched whenever he managed to choke up the words, the wrong words, but words nonetheless. "There's no point...we'll just deal with him when the time comes." he added seconds after. He wanted to say more, call him an idiot, tell him to cut it out, but before anymore words could come pouring from his mouth, he heard it, that twinging sound of regret that hung from the toms sentence. It made the ebony tom almost heave over, his stomach churning and twisting. He could deal with it, the pain of regret, the hatred, but he couldn't bear it if his former closest friend was going through the pain.

Fallenstar opened his maw, taking a few seconds to think about what to say, but he immediately closed it as the warrior spoke up. What he heard next sent a violent shiver down his spine and made him want to throw up. 'Cedar met with the first evil era leader. That's practically poking death with a stick.' He felt is fur fluff up and his claws dug into the nest messily planted beneath him. He didn't like this feeling, what was it? He had experienced it once before, but the face, the memory, it was blurry, her face was covered by a dark cloud. Panic. It clicked and he swung his head up to look at his companion, brows knit together, body language tense, fear flickered across his face. Cedarsprint was the last, thin thread of hope he had left to grasp onto, his saving grace. He sat there, rooted to the den floor, his eyes following the treading of the multi-colored warrior, unable to cough up a single thing. It scarred him, the early evil leader able to contact one of his clanmates, his childhood friend? The thought of it shook the burly feline to his core. The leader knew that the pair had grown distant, and honestly, he blamed himself, it was his fault, he pushed the other away, he tried to cut ties. He couldn't say anything, he didn't have the right to. He could feel the iron tickle his tongue, he was biting his cheek too hard. The leader leaned back as the warrior stopped his pacing and stood directly before him, making the toms fur fluff up. He was being weighted down by it, the sheer awkwardness that this meeting held, it hung over their heads like a tempest and refused to disappear. He hated it, that he couldn't say a single thing to ward it off, that all he could do was sit there like some scared kit and listen as his friend was talking of his findings in the Dark Forest. The next bit of information that was thrown up in the thick atmosphere, however, terrified the ebony tom. 'There's more than one of them?' That thought shook him to the core, it made him stand up and scrape his claws against the stone beneath them.

"What." it was practically inaudible, barely even a whisper. More chaos, more blood, more fighting than the clans had already been facing? What did they do to deserve this? His walls crumbled, and soon enough, so was he. Fallenstar shakily sat himself down and coiled his tail around himself once more. Maybe it was a comfort thing, for such a large tom to want to be so small when worried, scared. His strength, which had so many cracks in it, so many weak spots, was now nothing more than dust in the wind. His fake toughness, straight face, seriousness, it was all chucked off a cliff, left to sink to the bottom of the ocean. It must've been because the silent, soft sense of peacefulness that floated just below the sheer awkwardness, not that this was a peaceful topic they were speaking of. He couldn't explain it, everything that he spent moons building up seemed to crumble with the falling of a leaf whenever Cedarsprint was near, no matter how hard he tried. His gaze was locked onto the stone floor below, ears flat against his skull, body tense, claws scraping, clinging to anything they could. Yet, even though he was clearly worried, clearly...angry, he couldn't say a single thing, not a single coo, scream, cry, statement, shout, none of it, they choked him, refused to let themselves be known. It took a large amount of sheer force to barf out what was about to come out of his mouth, "The second your life is in danger, get out and never go back." it was more of a silent plea than a command, more of a hope than an order. It was laced with fear, but it wasn't purely fear for himself, or his clan, no, though he was terrified for them, it was also fear for Cedarsprint's safety. He didn't care if the tom had eternal life, that didn't mean getting clawed at didn't hurt.

Regardless of how long Cedarsprint remained within Fallenstar's presence, the feeling of witnessing a private moment never faded, and he wondered if he should be here. It was tempting to simply leave and come back another time, but he had a sinking feeling nothing would change even if he were to try tomorrow. Had he really been gone for so long? RiverClan wasn't in disarray, but its leader seemed to be a husk of his former self. Out of respect and a slight twinge of pity, he didn't think he should stay long. Fallenstar could then get back to doing... whatever he was up to before he had rudely barged into his life only to share bad news. Good one, Cedarsprint, his intrusive thoughts nagged at him. It wasn't as if he could make it any better either, but perhaps he could use an outing. Cedarsprint was never content being tied to one place or location for long, perhaps his distant friend was the same way.

It was a relief and another weight on his shoulders when Fallenstar finally looked at him. Cedarsprint had been beginning to think he wasn't going to even be worthy of eye contact, but now he almost thought his wish had been a poor choice; Fallenstar's eyes only spoke of misery and loneliness and he didn't know what to do, didn't even know if he was interpreting the other's emotions correctly. It was self-indulgent to rely on how he wasn't skilled at reading moods or emotions, when he knew his childhood companion like the back of his paw. It was selfish to pretend he was unaware, therefore shedding guilt from his back. "At times, I wish I could, but you see-- it's.." a sigh as he attempted to articulate his mess of thoughts, "not that simple. I don't have control over it, I don't think I ever did. It's the Dark Forest that can summon a cat via dreams, not the other way around." He was essentially trapped for as long as Eternalstar desired their meetings, and he shuddered to think of what might happen if he expressed disinterest in continuing their visits and training. He was afraid Eternalstar would shred his very soul apart.

Alarm coursed through him at that, and he gave Fallenstar a narrowed-eyed gaze of contemplation. He finally settled on a shake of his head, and resumed pacing. "I don't understand. This is precisely the sort of thing we should be actively trying to prevent, not let happen to us. There's still time to act." The reddish brown tom pressed. "We could stop it--whatever that might be--before it happens, save everyone from suffering." Maybe he was too much of a go-getter, too eager to embark upon wild quests, obsessed with the idea of changing fate for the better. Fallenstar's fearful reaction only elicited a mildly panicked concern from Cedarsprint, who desperately worked to try to figure out what he'd said that caused this level of reaction -- certainly, this wasn't light news, but he hadn't meant for this to happen. Not that there was anything he could do about it now, taking back the words wasn't an option. He was oblivious to the regretful thoughts plaguing Fallenstar, but he didn't blame him for their growing distant; if anything, he figured it was his fault for being absent most of the time when he should've been there.

He could see Fallenstar's resolve crumble and felt his own go with it, but he refused to completely break down when he was here on business. Even if front of Fallenstar, it seemed like a recipe for disaster to basically show he couldn't handle this sort of responsibility or situation. "I ought to warn you," there was an unwillingness in the tone, as if he didn't want to say this. "As the leader of RiverClan, I believe Eternalstar will want to speak with you. Just be ready, if it happens. You'll do fine, he won't gain anything from it if you're stubborn with him-- that shouldn't be a problem for you." The last part was said a bit jokingly, a hint of playfulness in his voice, but equally matched by distress that he tried to keep hidden.

Clearing his throat, Cedarsprint fell into his thoughts. "But right now, we shouldn't sit around and wait for him to concoct a plan that allows him to reign over the Clans again. We can be one step ahead this time, and I think speaking to StarClan may give us the advantage over him." Guidance from their ancestors wasn't a complete solution, but they would at least know what the next steps would be if there was another Evil Era on the horizon. He wanted to be gentle with Fallenstar-- he looked so broken and small, but that simply wouldn't do. He returned to his earlier idea, hoping an outing would be good for him.. even a morbid one. "Will you go to the Starcave? I'll happily accompany you, if you'd like." Usually, it was the medicine cat that would go with the leader on journeys to speak with StarClan, and Cedarsprint recognized this. "I trust your judgment if you'd prefer to bring Heatherfur, but she's rather new to the Clan and.. ah, this is rather sensitive information." He wasn't sure he wanted to cause widespread terror by explaining what was happening to the medicine cat. In reality, he didn't fully trust her yet since she was from WindClan and had been recently summoned to take a healing role within RiverClan.

[Starfall]

Regardless of how long Cedarsprint remained within Fallenstar's presence, the feeling of witnessing a private moment never faded, and he wondered if he should be here. It was tempting to simply leave and come back another time, but he had a sinking feeling nothing would change even if he were to try tomorrow. Had he really been gone for so long? RiverClan wasn't in disarray, but its leader seemed to be a husk of his former self. Out of respect and a slight twinge of pity, he didn't think he should stay long. Fallenstar could then get back to doing... whatever he was up to before he had rudely barged into his life only to share bad news. Good one, Cedarsprint, his intrusive thoughts nagged at him. It wasn't as if he could make it any better either, but perhaps he could use an outing. Cedarsprint was never content being tied to one place or location for long, perhaps his distant friend was the same way.

It was a relief and another weight on his shoulders when Fallenstar finally looked at him. Cedarsprint had been beginning to think he wasn't going to even be worthy of eye contact, but now he almost thought his wish had been a poor choice; Fallenstar's eyes only spoke of misery and loneliness and he didn't know what to do, didn't even know if he was interpreting the other's emotions correctly. It was self-indulgent to rely on how he wasn't skilled at reading moods or emotions, when he knew his childhood companion like the back of his paw. It was selfish to pretend he was unaware, therefore shedding guilt from his back. "At times, I wish I could, but you see-- it's.." a sigh as he attempted to articulate his mess of thoughts, "not that simple. I don't have control over it, I don't think I ever did. It's the Dark Forest that can summon a cat via dreams, not the other way around." He was essentially trapped for as long as Eternalstar desired their meetings, and he shuddered to think of what might happen if he expressed disinterest in continuing their visits and training. He was afraid Eternalstar would shred his very soul apart.

Alarm coursed through him at that, and he gave Fallenstar a narrowed-eyed gaze of contemplation. He finally settled on a shake of his head, and resumed pacing. "I don't understand. This is precisely the sort of thing we should be actively trying to prevent, not let happen to us. There's still time to act." The reddish brown tom pressed. "We could stop it--whatever that might be--before it happens, save everyone from suffering." Maybe he was too much of a go-getter, too eager to embark upon wild quests, obsessed with the idea of changing fate for the better. Fallenstar's fearful reaction only elicited a mildly panicked concern from Cedarsprint, who desperately worked to try to figure out what he'd said that caused this level of reaction -- certainly, this wasn't light news, but he hadn't meant for this to happen. Not that there was anything he could do about it now, taking back the words wasn't an option. He was oblivious to the regretful thoughts plaguing Fallenstar, but he didn't blame him for their growing distant; if anything, he figured it was his fault for being absent most of the time when he should've been there.

He could see Fallenstar's resolve crumble and felt his own go with it, but he refused to completely break down when he was here on business. Even if front of Fallenstar, it seemed like a recipe for disaster to basically show he couldn't handle this sort of responsibility or situation. "I ought to warn you," there was an unwillingness in the tone, as if he didn't want to say this. "As the leader of RiverClan, I believe Eternalstar will want to speak with you. Just be ready, if it happens. You'll do fine, he won't gain anything from it if you're stubborn with him-- that shouldn't be a problem for you." The last part was said a bit jokingly, a hint of playfulness in his voice, but equally matched by distress that he tried to keep hidden.

Clearing his throat, Cedarsprint fell into his thoughts. "But right now, we shouldn't sit around and wait for him to concoct a plan that allows him to reign over the Clans again. We can be one step ahead this time, and I think speaking to StarClan may give us the advantage over him." Guidance from their ancestors wasn't a complete solution, but they would at least know what the next steps would be if there was another Evil Era on the horizon. He wanted to be gentle with Fallenstar-- he looked so broken and small, but that simply wouldn't do. He returned to his earlier idea, hoping an outing would be good for him.. even a morbid one. "Will you go to the Starcave? I'll happily accompany you, if you'd like." Usually, it was the medicine cat that would go with the leader on journeys to speak with StarClan, and Cedarsprint recognized this. "I trust your judgment if you'd prefer to bring Heatherfur, but she's rather new to the Clan and.. ah, this is rather sensitive information." He wasn't sure he wanted to cause widespread terror by explaining what was happening to the medicine cat. In reality, he didn't fully trust her yet since she was from WindClan and had been recently summoned to take a healing role within RiverClan.

His tongue glided along the wall of his cheek, wiping up the blood that blossomed after a moment of stress. He had tasted it before, the crimson water, it had its own peculiar spice that made it different from all the rest. He hated it. He also hated the memories that came along with it, they were never good, how could any memory be good if it involved blood? Cedarsprint was there the morning they found his parents bodies. While he was there for his siblings, trying to keep his family in tact, Cedarsprint was there for him, to keep his spirit in tact. How they had become so distant? He couldn't remember, but he knew it began sometime around when he became deputy. He regretted it all. What he regretted, he didn't know. How much he changed, what he did, what he used to believe in? All he knew at the moment was that Riverclan was functioning, Honeypool was gone, and Cedarsprint hadn't changed since the last he saw him. If Cedarsprint was the same as before, than he knew the look of uncertainty that flickered across his distant friends face like the back of a salmon. The warrior, to the leaders understanding and experience, was rarely unsettled, always had an idea, a grasp, of what was going on and what was going to happen as well as what had already happened. It made him sick to think that he had become one of the few things to put him in a momentairy state of doubt. The ebony feline put his paw under his chin and tilted his head to the side, a perplexed expression formed on his face. "So...it's not a shared..bond." he began, each word slowly slipping out of his mouth. "Rather, it's a River. Where you're the fish, and he's the strong current. Yes, I think I understand..." it made a little more sense to him after he put it like that, but just a little. Even that little sense of knowledge made him shudder. The fact that he had heard that wounds could be acquired through these dreams made him fear for his friends life. 'That Snake!'

Lapis eyes watched as the brown, red tinted, warrior renewed his pacing, watching each paw lift off the floor with invisible passion, each tuft of fur fluff with the gust of wind. It never got old, though of course it made Fallenstar dizzy it held a sense of...familiarity to it, some things only few actions or scents did. Brought him back to his kithood. Of course, now wasn't the time to remember his past, Cedarsprint seemed to pace only when in deep thought, stressed, or when he was onto something, of course those were the only times the leader had seen his distant friend pace. He shook his head as his friend pressed on, trying to show him something, prove to him he was right, show the facts. Cedarsprint was rarely wrong, he knew that, and he wasn't wrong this time, technically, either. "I get that, but you can't fight a war if it isn't there." he stated, "What would I tell our clanmates to prepare for? We've already got Windclan and Shadowclan ready to fight at any given moment, what else can I throw onto their shoulders? It'd just...it'd just cause panic." they already had so much to deal with, and of course that was his fault, he was the one who told Riverclan to fight alongside Thunderclan to drive the other two away. He was also the one who broke the pact between Russetswirl and Blazingstar. He was the reason they were trudging up a hill with so much weighing them down, he couldn't add more. So much was happening, so many voices screaming, singing, speaking, whispering, gargling, all of it in his head he had to focus on Cedarsprints smell, his voice. He had to dig his claws into the ground. He was so scared that he wouldn't be able to tell reality from fantasy if this kept on. This news, this extra fear wasn't helping him in the slightest bit.

The bulky tom shook his head and cast his gaze to the stone floor, focusing on a little branch of moss on his nest, stabilizing himself. Why would Starclan allow more than one evil? Did they want to punish the clans for fighting? Didn't they suffer enough? "He couldn't have....Eternalstar's lying to try and scare us....it worked too....he couldn't have made it out of that blaze." A long, drawn out sigh escaped his lips and he lifted his head, brows knit together with an evident frown on his face. "We can't trust what he says. We're going to have to see it for ourselves...there was no way in Starclan Bucknight could have survived that fire, it was large, we barely survived that fire. " he huffed, tail lashing behind him. He didn't know what else to say to push the idea of the former evil era leader surviving away, prove that it was wrong. No one had found the body. He began to bite the inside of his cheek once more, making sure it was real, that all of this was real. The pit in his stomach grew when he realized it was, indeed, real, that all of this was happening and that his clanmates, not just his clanmates, that all the clans might be in danger again. His voice wasn't strong, it didn't stand tall, project, it was weak and it wavered. He was a leader, but he felt like a horrible one. What good could possibly come to him leading his clan into a war that might not even happen? 'Better than that scoundrel leading this clan.' one of the few, good, soft voices rang out and, oddly enough, brought him back to what was currently happening. Stopped him from caving in on himself. He caught onto the warriors airy joke, and it made him crack a smile, it was like an ember crackling as it tried to ignite a fire once more. "Don't know what he'd gain from speaking to me anyways....I've got nothing to give, and these idiots sure as day wouldn't listen to the likes of him...most of them at least." he stated, the smile lingering for a moment longer, but in a blink of an eye, disappeared. He knew not all of his clanmates liked following in the footsteps of Starclan, but as long as they weren't tearing innocent felines throats out, he was contempt with that.

Fallenstar gave a little jump and barely suppressed a startled noise as Cedarsprint cleared his throat and resumed speaking once more in a rushed tone. It almost made the leader want to get up. He knew the thinker in front of him, he was the reason he didn't loose an eye in his kit-hood days, he always had a little more to say after the starter. Fond memories made him miss their close bond, made him wonder if there was still something there, a spiders web worth of it would be enough for him. He missed the adventures they went on, the jokes they shared with one another, all of it. Of course, he was nothing but trouble now, the leader, In someway he always seemed to hurt or drive away those he cared about. He had more scars on the inside than out. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't mend the bond that he had broken, he was too much of a mess and a wreck, it would do nothing but burden his distant friend.

He didn't know what to do. Normally, yes, leaders did travel with their medicine cats to the Starcave when such an important thing arises, but she was a Windclanner and she was new. Cedarsprint, on the other hand, is a Riverclanner, and is one of the few, few felines he trusted, yet he was not a medicine cat. That and he was nothing but a bad luck magnet, brought nothing but pain and death wherever his paws touched the earth. After a long moment of silence, of thinking and contemplating hard about his choice, the ebony leader stood up and shook the moss off his pelt, twitching his ears as the moss landed gently upon the stone floor. "I will go alone..." he stated, yet he couldn't finish his sentence. He couldn't give his reasoning as to why he was to do it alone, more like he wouldn't. If he stated it aloud it would be....well emberassing, the fact that he didn't want any harm to come to Cedarsprint because he attracted bad luck. He ruffled his fur, making him seem like an even bigger feline, and made his way toward the entrance to his den, pawsteps slow, wobbly. He was still recovering from the running and mucking about he had to do a few moons ago to get Rowanflower. Managed to get a few good scratches from that, and he was positive his back leg wound had managed to reopen. "make sure to tell Rowanflower where I've gone, you don't have to tell her wh-" of course, in that serious moment, he had managed to bite his tongue, which caused the tom to drop his head and let out a hiss of pain. He was more of a wreck than he thought.

[Fawn]

His tongue glided along the wall of his cheek, wiping up the blood that blossomed after a moment of stress. He had tasted it before, the crimson water, it had its own peculiar spice that made it different from all the rest. He hated it. He also hated the memories that came along with it, they were never good, how could any memory be good if it involved blood? Cedarsprint was there the morning they found his parents bodies. While he was there for his siblings, trying to keep his family in tact, Cedarsprint was there for him, to keep his spirit in tact. How they had become so distant? He couldn't remember, but he knew it began sometime around when he became deputy. He regretted it all. What he regretted, he didn't know. How much he changed, what he did, what he used to believe in? All he knew at the moment was that Riverclan was functioning, Honeypool was gone, and Cedarsprint hadn't changed since the last he saw him. If Cedarsprint was the same as before, than he knew the look of uncertainty that flickered across his distant friends face like the back of a salmon. The warrior, to the leaders understanding and experience, was rarely unsettled, always had an idea, a grasp, of what was going on and what was going to happen as well as what had already happened. It made him sick to think that he had become one of the few things to put him in a momentairy state of doubt. The ebony feline put his paw under his chin and tilted his head to the side, a perplexed expression formed on his face. "So...it's not a shared..bond." he began, each word slowly slipping out of his mouth. "Rather, it's a River. Where you're the fish, and he's the strong current. Yes, I think I understand..." it made a little more sense to him after he put it like that, but just a little. Even that little sense of knowledge made him shudder. The fact that he had heard that wounds could be acquired through these dreams made him fear for his friends life. 'That Snake!'

Lapis eyes watched as the brown, red tinted, warrior renewed his pacing, watching each paw lift off the floor with invisible passion, each tuft of fur fluff with the gust of wind. It never got old, though of course it made Fallenstar dizzy it held a sense of...familiarity to it, some things only few actions or scents did. Brought him back to his kithood. Of course, now wasn't the time to remember his past, Cedarsprint seemed to pace only when in deep thought, stressed, or when he was onto something, of course those were the only times the leader had seen his distant friend pace. He shook his head as his friend pressed on, trying to show him something, prove to him he was right, show the facts. Cedarsprint was rarely wrong, he knew that, and he wasn't wrong this time, technically, either. "I get that, but you can't fight a war if it isn't there." he stated, "What would I tell our clanmates to prepare for? We've already got Windclan and Shadowclan ready to fight at any given moment, what else can I throw onto their shoulders? It'd just...it'd just cause panic." they already had so much to deal with, and of course that was his fault, he was the one who told Riverclan to fight alongside Thunderclan to drive the other two away. He was also the one who broke the pact between Russetswirl and Blazingstar. He was the reason they were trudging up a hill with so much weighing them down, he couldn't add more. So much was happening, so many voices screaming, singing, speaking, whispering, gargling, all of it in his head he had to focus on Cedarsprints smell, his voice. He had to dig his claws into the ground. He was so scared that he wouldn't be able to tell reality from fantasy if this kept on. This news, this extra fear wasn't helping him in the slightest bit.

The bulky tom shook his head and cast his gaze to the stone floor, focusing on a little branch of moss on his nest, stabilizing himself. Why would Starclan allow more than one evil? Did they want to punish the clans for fighting? Didn't they suffer enough? "He couldn't have....Eternalstar's lying to try and scare us....it worked too....he couldn't have made it out of that blaze." A long, drawn out sigh escaped his lips and he lifted his head, brows knit together with an evident frown on his face. "We can't trust what he says. We're going to have to see it for ourselves...there was no way in Starclan Bucknight could have survived that fire, it was large, we barely survived that fire. " he huffed, tail lashing behind him. He didn't know what else to say to push the idea of the former evil era leader surviving away, prove that it was wrong. No one had found the body. He began to bite the inside of his cheek once more, making sure it was real, that all of this was real. The pit in his stomach grew when he realized it was, indeed, real, that all of this was happening and that his clanmates, not just his clanmates, that all the clans might be in danger again. His voice wasn't strong, it didn't stand tall, project, it was weak and it wavered. He was a leader, but he felt like a horrible one. What good could possibly come to him leading his clan into a war that might not even happen? 'Better than that scoundrel leading this clan.' one of the few, good, soft voices rang out and, oddly enough, brought him back to what was currently happening. Stopped him from caving in on himself. He caught onto the warriors airy joke, and it made him crack a smile, it was like an ember crackling as it tried to ignite a fire once more. "Don't know what he'd gain from speaking to me anyways....I've got nothing to give, and these idiots sure as day wouldn't listen to the likes of him...most of them at least." he stated, the smile lingering for a moment longer, but in a blink of an eye, disappeared. He knew not all of his clanmates liked following in the footsteps of Starclan, but as long as they weren't tearing innocent felines throats out, he was contempt with that.

Fallenstar gave a little jump and barely suppressed a startled noise as Cedarsprint cleared his throat and resumed speaking once more in a rushed tone. It almost made the leader want to get up. He knew the thinker in front of him, he was the reason he didn't loose an eye in his kit-hood days, he always had a little more to say after the starter. Fond memories made him miss their close bond, made him wonder if there was still something there, a spiders web worth of it would be enough for him. He missed the adventures they went on, the jokes they shared with one another, all of it. Of course, he was nothing but trouble now, the leader, In someway he always seemed to hurt or drive away those he cared about. He had more scars on the inside than out. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't mend the bond that he had broken, he was too much of a mess and a wreck, it would do nothing but burden his distant friend.

He didn't know what to do. Normally, yes, leaders did travel with their medicine cats to the Starcave when such an important thing arises, but she was a Windclanner and she was new. Cedarsprint, on the other hand, is a Riverclanner, and is one of the few, few felines he trusted, yet he was not a medicine cat. That and he was nothing but a bad luck magnet, brought nothing but pain and death wherever his paws touched the earth. After a long moment of silence, of thinking and contemplating hard about his choice, the ebony leader stood up and shook the moss off his pelt, twitching his ears as the moss landed gently upon the stone floor. "I will go alone..." he stated, yet he couldn't finish his sentence. He couldn't give his reasoning as to why he was to do it alone, more like he wouldn't. If he stated it aloud it would be....well emberassing, the fact that he didn't want any harm to come to Cedarsprint because he attracted bad luck. He ruffled his fur, making him seem like an even bigger feline, and made his way toward the entrance to his den, pawsteps slow, wobbly. He was still recovering from the running and mucking about he had to do a few moons ago to get Rowanflower. Managed to get a few good scratches from that, and he was positive his back leg wound had managed to reopen. "make sure to tell Rowanflower where I've gone, you don't have to tell her wh-" of course, in that serious moment, he had managed to bite his tongue, which caused the tom to drop his head and let out a hiss of pain. He was more of a wreck than he thought.

Cedarsprint winced at Fallenstar's words and felt troubled, maybe not equally so but all the same; he didn't have the stress of the leader, wasn't responsible for the well-being of an entire Clan... however, he did worry for Fallenstar. He was fearful for him, very afraid he would crack under the pressure, and given his recent actions he almost felt like that would be his fault. He hadn't been here when he needed to be, but he was determined to change that as early as right now. "We'll get through this," he said encouragingly, hoping it sounded optimistic and certain even if he wasn't. Unsure of what they were really up against, he didn't know how to begin to fight this battle, as if was entirely dream-based. He realized it was also interesting how he'd worded it: not, you'll get through this or RiverClan will -- it was we'll, reminding him of the times they were a team. Cedarsprint liked the sound of once again being united with his childhood friend and could merely hope Fallenstar was as willing to mend things between them.

"I know, I know," he sighed, conflicted and pacing as he wished he could sort his thoughts on the matter. "There really isn't a lot to do about it because it's not as if you could tell them, or prepare them.. We don't want to alarm anybody and create a panic, that's perhaps what Eternalstar is hoping for through all of this." There was a sadness in his eyes again, not just because of their wrecked bond but more because it made him uneasy that he had to share this with Fallenstar. RiverClan might be able to take it, but the leader was weakened under the pressures of managing a Clan. And maybe personal matters too if the gossip floating around was true. "So that's why we don't tell them anything at all, unless StarClan can give us specific guidance. We might have to wait and see what this manifests into, but we have an edge of the opponent. We have knowledge and could begin training the Clan in subtle ways, making sure they are battle-ready in case anything arises.. but yes, I agree- WindClan and ShadowClan appear to be our biggest concerns and may continue to be, if they refuse to help." Should anything happen with the Dark Forest, it could take the Clans' combined efforts to drive them away. His thoughts were racing a mile a minute, and he tried to be careful with what he shared to Fallenstar. He didn't want to overload him with information, especially when he was aiming to be a better companion than he had for many moons. Even if Fallenstar was uninterested in bridging the gap between them, repairing an old connection, that didn't mean he would try any less to give him the compassion he worried he lacked for too long. Holding his tongue, he wasn't sure if he should protest and claim Eternalstar was being honest about it since he didn't know. He preferred Fallenstar's version of events, where Bucknight didn't survive but that didn't explain why he wasn't in the Dark Forest. Cedarsprint wondered if he just didn't summon him, though it did clarify Eternalstar wasn't reincarnated into Bucknight at least ... but that wasn't ideal either, having two cats that could totally conquer at the twitch of a whisker if they desired. Shaking his head to shake the thoughts away, he told himself that wouldn't happen. "Luckily, that seems to be irrelevant. There's no reason to send out a search for Bucknight or bother with him if he is alive because he has been around for dozens of moons complacently." He was concerned that was a front, and they could be gaining numbers to overturn the Clans. "You're right. RiverClan is loyal to you, Fallenstar. We all are, I am. Some cat could try to take over, but we wouldn't let them bring this Clan to the depths of evil by uprooting you." RiverClan would defend their leader. Unlike what Fallenstar believed, the general consensus was that he was a good leader for them. He wished Fallenstar had a choice in whether or not he spoke with Eternalstar, but the fact was that he didn't. "Don't.. fret over it. He may not reach out to you, and if he does, just don't give him anything." Eternalstar was a body of trickery and deceit, which only worked if Fallenstar offered him something to work with. "I trust that you'll do fine if confronted with his evil." Fallenstar had demonstrated time and time again that he could rise to a challenge, and Cedarsprint thought this would be no different despite the state he was in.

When it looked like Fallenstar was getting up from his nest, Cedarsprint filled with adrenaline from the tips of his ears down to his toes.. This was it, they were going to go on an outing together and resolve this with the help of their starry ancestors. Wonderful. Well, it was wonderful until Fallenstar determined he was going to go alone, which caused Cedarsprint's ears to fall flat in concern and frustration. The problem was, he didn't think it was exactly within his power to demand he come along on this journey, not to mention it wasn't his job to. "I should go too," he urged lamely, desperately trying to think of an excuse why it would be necessary. "I.. would probably do something stupid, if I'm here.. y'know, alone and all." It was true to an extent, but he was far more worried about Fallenstar traveling alone-- he wasn't going to allow that to happen. Fallenstar was barely able to function in his physical and emotional ruin, much less do this without any assistance.

Cedarsprint padded to catch up to him, which wasn't hard since his childhood friend's steps were wobbly and uneven, slow. Definitely a cause for concern, and that by itself was enough to convince him Fallenstar couldn't do this on his own, and besides, he wouldn't stand by and permit it to happen knowingly. "Look, you can either give me the chance to come with you, or I can follow ten tail-lengths behind you the entire way, but I'm not staying here." His thoughts grew muddled with memories of the past, and his breath hitched. Fallenstar was one of the few that hadn't been lost to time or death, and he couldn't let him slip through his paws like this. "You're still important to me." It was quiet, a candid confession, but nonetheless true. Cedarsprint didn't want his attempt at rekindling a friendship to be outright rejected, but if he was going to, he thought it was better now than later. Trying to snap out of it, he meowed, "..But even so, just as a warrior and leader, I want to be by your side in this situation." If he wanted the short version of it: he wasn't going alone, and Cedarsprint wasn't about to stay in camp wishing he was with his childhood friend.

[Starfall]

Cedarsprint winced at Fallenstar's words and felt troubled, maybe not equally so but all the same; he didn't have the stress of the leader, wasn't responsible for the well-being of an entire Clan... however, he did worry for Fallenstar. He was fearful for him, very afraid he would crack under the pressure, and given his recent actions he almost felt like that would be his fault. He hadn't been here when he needed to be, but he was determined to change that as early as right now. "We'll get through this," he said encouragingly, hoping it sounded optimistic and certain even if he wasn't. Unsure of what they were really up against, he didn't know how to begin to fight this battle, as if was entirely dream-based. He realized it was also interesting how he'd worded it: not, you'll get through this or RiverClan will -- it was we'll, reminding him of the times they were a team. Cedarsprint liked the sound of once again being united with his childhood friend and could merely hope Fallenstar was as willing to mend things between them.

"I know, I know," he sighed, conflicted and pacing as he wished he could sort his thoughts on the matter. "There really isn't a lot to do about it because it's not as if you could tell them, or prepare them.. We don't want to alarm anybody and create a panic, that's perhaps what Eternalstar is hoping for through all of this." There was a sadness in his eyes again, not just because of their wrecked bond but more because it made him uneasy that he had to share this with Fallenstar. RiverClan might be able to take it, but the leader was weakened under the pressures of managing a Clan. And maybe personal matters too if the gossip floating around was true. "So that's why we don't tell them anything at all, unless StarClan can give us specific guidance. We might have to wait and see what this manifests into, but we have an edge of the opponent. We have knowledge and could begin training the Clan in subtle ways, making sure they are battle-ready in case anything arises.. but yes, I agree- WindClan and ShadowClan appear to be our biggest concerns and may continue to be, if they refuse to help." Should anything happen with the Dark Forest, it could take the Clans' combined efforts to drive them away. His thoughts were racing a mile a minute, and he tried to be careful with what he shared to Fallenstar. He didn't want to overload him with information, especially when he was aiming to be a better companion than he had for many moons. Even if Fallenstar was uninterested in bridging the gap between them, repairing an old connection, that didn't mean he would try any less to give him the compassion he worried he lacked for too long. Holding his tongue, he wasn't sure if he should protest and claim Eternalstar was being honest about it since he didn't know. He preferred Fallenstar's version of events, where Bucknight didn't survive but that didn't explain why he wasn't in the Dark Forest. Cedarsprint wondered if he just didn't summon him, though it did clarify Eternalstar wasn't reincarnated into Bucknight at least ... but that wasn't ideal either, having two cats that could totally conquer at the twitch of a whisker if they desired. Shaking his head to shake the thoughts away, he told himself that wouldn't happen. "Luckily, that seems to be irrelevant. There's no reason to send out a search for Bucknight or bother with him if he is alive because he has been around for dozens of moons complacently." He was concerned that was a front, and they could be gaining numbers to overturn the Clans. "You're right. RiverClan is loyal to you, Fallenstar. We all are, I am. Some cat could try to take over, but we wouldn't let them bring this Clan to the depths of evil by uprooting you." RiverClan would defend their leader. Unlike what Fallenstar believed, the general consensus was that he was a good leader for them. He wished Fallenstar had a choice in whether or not he spoke with Eternalstar, but the fact was that he didn't. "Don't.. fret over it. He may not reach out to you, and if he does, just don't give him anything." Eternalstar was a body of trickery and deceit, which only worked if Fallenstar offered him something to work with. "I trust that you'll do fine if confronted with his evil." Fallenstar had demonstrated time and time again that he could rise to a challenge, and Cedarsprint thought this would be no different despite the state he was in.

When it looked like Fallenstar was getting up from his nest, Cedarsprint filled with adrenaline from the tips of his ears down to his toes.. This was it, they were going to go on an outing together and resolve this with the help of their starry ancestors. Wonderful. Well, it was wonderful until Fallenstar determined he was going to go alone, which caused Cedarsprint's ears to fall flat in concern and frustration. The problem was, he didn't think it was exactly within his power to demand he come along on this journey, not to mention it wasn't his job to. "I should go too," he urged lamely, desperately trying to think of an excuse why it would be necessary. "I.. would probably do something stupid, if I'm here.. y'know, alone and all." It was true to an extent, but he was far more worried about Fallenstar traveling alone-- he wasn't going to allow that to happen. Fallenstar was barely able to function in his physical and emotional ruin, much less do this without any assistance.

Cedarsprint padded to catch up to him, which wasn't hard since his childhood friend's steps were wobbly and uneven, slow. Definitely a cause for concern, and that by itself was enough to convince him Fallenstar couldn't do this on his own, and besides, he wouldn't stand by and permit it to happen knowingly. "Look, you can either give me the chance to come with you, or I can follow ten tail-lengths behind you the entire way, but I'm not staying here." His thoughts grew muddled with memories of the past, and his breath hitched. Fallenstar was one of the few that hadn't been lost to time or death, and he couldn't let him slip through his paws like this. "You're still important to me." It was quiet, a candid confession, but nonetheless true. Cedarsprint didn't want his attempt at rekindling a friendship to be outright rejected, but if he was going to, he thought it was better now than later. Trying to snap out of it, he meowed, "..But even so, just as a warrior and leader, I want to be by your side in this situation." If he wanted the short version of it: he wasn't going alone, and Cedarsprint wasn't about to stay in camp wishing he was with his childhood friend.

[Slow? Me? As true as the sun shines, oops]
The brown toms words rang in his ears, echoed, the noise made him swing his head and pin his ears to the sides of his skull. He wanted to believe the brown warrior, he truly did, but with the luck that Riverclan has had recently, loosing both well trained medicine cats, he just couldn't. Those words rattled around in his head, everyone he'd ever known had told him those exact words. Driftingstorm, Lightstream, Honeypool, Gekoleaf, Juniperpaw, and where were they? He almost lost Rowanflower, her and the warrior pacing around in his den right now were his last threads of hope. If he lost them....when he looses them, he wouldn't truly be him anymore, he'd give up his soul to the pain. He swung his head and refused to look the other in the eye "I don't believe that." he stated, voice wobbly, as if he was already letting go of that lifeline already. In a sense he was. He didn't care if his deputy and Cedarsprint came to hate him, they could shun him, try and murder him. As long as they were alive, he could care less what they thought about him. By the looks of it, according to the tom, in order for them to live to see their elder years, he had to push them away. All those who got too close vanished and or died. Each time it happened, it broke him, more, and more, and more, and more. At this point, his heart and soul was nothing more than a pile of dust. "You know what happened to the last feline that said that to me? Ask Juniperpaw...oh wait, you can't." he growled out the last two words, sizzled on the den floor as if they were acid itself. He felt his stomach drop and felt all the blood from his face drain. It was unprofessional, and they had long since cut their bond as close childhood friends, now merely more than aquantances. "Don't say it again...I can't loose you too." if the wind decided to gently blow into the tunnel, his words that were filled with so much emotion, so much rawness, would be lost. He kept his gaze to the ground and his pawtips gripped the stone beneath him so hard that he was beginning to draw blood. He had only two pillars of support left, Cedarsprint and Rowanflower...the downfall of those two would be the downfall of him.

The burly leader released a shaky breath and lifted his gaze to look the brown tom in the eyes as he spoke, his ears swiveling forward. He was tired, exhausted, yet he had done nothing for the past few days. He nodded his head as the warrior stated his ideas and opinions, it didn't surprise him that Cedarsprint thought this through so well, and it wouldn't surprise him if the bark colored tom had just thought of it on the spot. Compared to the black tom sitting in the nest, between the two, the warrior standing and speaking was the smartest of them, always was, probably always will be. Fallenstar tended to throw himself headfirst into a problem based on how he felt about it rather than think it through than approach it, which explains the mess he put Riverclan in now. "Exactly. They're working hard enough training for a possible all out war between the clans...I'm sure that's enough in case Eternalstar tries something." he stated, in his mind, it made sense, they were training harder than before, so it should work. Case closed. After a second he let out another sigh, a more distressed look plastered on his face this time "Even if Starclan does send us a sign or tell us to do something...it won't help, there will still be widespread panic! Both Eternalstar and Bucknight plotting against the clans? Against us?" he stopped for a moment to look Cedarsprint dead in the eyes, stunning yellow met deep blue. He had forgotten what it felt like, to look his childhood friend in the eyes again, as equals. It sent a wave of electricity down his spine, made his fur rise a little and made him twitch his whiskers. "Our clanmates are broken and downhearted, what do you think they'll do when they hear that one of the two worst, most evilest leaders are making a comeback?" he asked. There was no anger, no annoyance coming from his voice. Only remorse. They had enough to deal with, with the rank changes, and he threw them into a possible all or nothing battle. Now this? He was supposed to be a leader, the one to lead them down the right direction, the one to protect them. So far, since he had stepped paw into this den, he had done a poor job of being a leader.

"He's sitting in his own thoughts...soon enough he'll feel the effects of those negative emotions that have been brewing inside of him, and he'll act." he stated, leaning forwards a little bit, balancing on the balls of his back paws. 'I know, because I speak from experience.' he swallowed the words down, wincing as they singed the sides of his throat and burned in the pits of his stomach, which riled up everything he managed to swallow down within the few moons. Those words were a dark shadowy substance that burnt and scorched his insides, yet, when spoken aloud they were icy cold and could pierce a cat through the heart and soul. He couldn't do that...not now, it wasn't about him. "If he's alive...of course." he added a bit afterwards, his head was now tilted at an angle and he was looking at the tabby mix up at the top of his eye. The voices began to whisper louder, accusations and threats surfaced and bubbled as he began to talk about the loyalty of the clan. It made the large tom let out a snort and grimace at the ground, "Riverclan...not me. Appreciate the face you're putting on, er, Cedarsprint." being so formal made his tongue itch, it just felt wrong. He didn't like it, but he couldn't stop now "But there's no need to put up a front, I know how they feel about me. I wouldn't blame you if you felt the same." he huffed out in an exhausted tone. Each word was laced with the smallest hint of sadness and regret, one would have to look into the words deeply to see. "Better said that done." he said in a gruff tone. The leader let out a pitiful chuckle and shook his head, brows knit together, a forced smile plastered on his maw "Happy to know one of us knows what they're doing for the most part though...helps ease some stress." a joke? An attempt to ease the atmosphere that choked the pair? Possibly, but he had given up before the second word even escaped past his lips. It had been moons since the pair had spoken like old pals, like friends even, it was too late to try and mend their bond, too late to finally put in some effort. No use in trying.

Fallenstar swiveled his head as the brownish red warrior stated his opinion on the traveling matter, which made the leaders blood boil and the fear course through his veins. He couldn't go. He took Juniperpaw to the Starcave with him, she's gone. He took Honeypool on a walk, she's gone. He accompanied Waterstreak on a patrol, he killed him, he went on a walk and talk with Shatteredspiral, she's disappeared. He couldn't risk it, the leader attracted destruction and death, he was nothing but bad luck. He swung his head back and fourth for a good few seconds and looked at Cedarsprint with worry dancing in his eyes. "I...I can't let you come. If you'd do something stupid here, what would you do out there? Besides you're not alone...you're clanmates are here, and I'm sure Rowanflower wouldn't mind being your entertainment." he reasoned. Once again, the fluffy leader danced around the real reason behind his actions, just as he had always done. Pitiful and weak. He returned all his focus on the movements of his legs, trying to hide the shakiness. He was beyond weak, muscles twitched consistently, his head was pounding, stomach felt like it was filled with fire, his throat felt as though it was drenched in acid. His everything hurt. Each pawstep towards the exit of his den made the tom grimace and hold back a hiss of pain. It felt as though he was walking on shell shards. He felt as though he could hear every whisper, every breath, every call of his clanmates, of Thunderclan's cats, it echoed and resonated in his ears, in his head. Everything was too much. He tried to avoid the pain with each pawstep, erratic and disorganized, it never worked, every step made the whispers louder, made the pain even deeper. As Cedarsprint caught up he flinched and let out a gasp as well as a sharp intake of breath, the toms voice was loud in comparison to the whispers. It made the larger wince. All that pain, however, seemed to fade away for a mere matter of seconds after the other spoke, an exhausted smile blossomed across his face. He had forgotten how stubborn the younger was, how once his mind was set, that's what was going to happen. That smile faded and was replaced with a serious, yet equally worried gaze. He opened his mouth to object once more, but what Cedarsprint said next caught him off guard. He felt something small within him burn bright, hot, within his soul. The tips of his toes began to tingle and he felt his neck fur bristle. It had been so long. What was it again, this feeling? He didn't know, it was probably lost within the black goo puddles that made themselves at home in his mind. That light feeling, however, was snuffed out as soon as the warrior added that last sentence. He knew the next emotion he was feeling very well, dissapointment. Of course, he still had no reason why he felt that way.

Fallenstar took a second and returned his gaze to the entrance of the den, ears flat, lips turned downwards in a thin pout. Why was he trying to hide his face? Why was his face warm? Did the sun decide to show itself? So many questions he had no answers towards. "Rather have you up beside me rather than behind me...in case something goes wrong and I can be there to protect you." he paused "As a leader."

[wren]

starfall
( ahaha, my volleyball practices are taking over my life so I'll try to get around to posting when I can, although I wouldn't expect much from me cause I just can't be that amazing and like post all the time. Unless I wake up a super human than I'm sorry to disappoint )

as the last patrols were sent off Rowanflower stood contemplating wether or not she should join the last patrol, her eyes wandering after the white tail that brought up the rear as they slipped through the gorse tunnel and lastly out of sight. No. at that the she cat had decided she wouldn't be doing any morning patrols and spun on her heels towards the center of camp. She was exhausted, the care she had taken to examine each warrior closely was gradually wearing down on her. Constantly going out of her way to intervene and possibly deter them from over working themselves into sleep deprivation or exhaustion. Ironic enough it was leaving her with both of those options at a constant state, looming over her head whenever she happened to do anything. Not to mention her panic attacks recently and even more frequently appearing in her life, despite having gone through extensive work to have tried to calm them down. Tumblestep was now frequently on her mind more than he ever had been, not only appearing in dreams but often accompanied by fleeting scents. it left her destroyed. Pinning her ears to the back of her skull the she cat bent her neck as she passed by the fresh kill, prodding a few questionable pieces and taking a few minutes to quickly pull through them and take what could no longer be eaten into a seperate pile. After her vigorous sorting she went off to bury them, properly disposing of them and officially loosing what appetite she had left. Although she knew she was absolutely starving.

Now she was left with nothing more to do than sort out in her mind what patrols she would send out next and the time she would find to take rosepaw out today. Have to finish that fishing lesson soon or he'll start to lag behind. soon after much debate the oriental tabby settled down on the slowly withering grass, setting her chin between her paws and letting out a long and deep sigh of relief. She hadn't noticed how much her paw pads where hurting, not only where they raw but constantly throbbing the minute she was off them. There was no escape from it. with a massive yawn the lanky she cat cocked her head back, her eyes squinting and muscles growing taut with a lavish stretch that extended far into her back legs and flicked off the end of her tail, finally relaxing her muscles enough to lean into the grass and settle down in the pale sunlight that stream through a thin haze of clouds. The slow sluggish movements of the clouds over the sun reminded her of the day she met tumblestep. The tall and slightly clumsy grey tomcat she had grown to love over their years of knowing each other. Being her Bestfriend and soulmate and suddenly loosing that just as she was thrust into a new world of leadership destroyed her down to the core. Her ignorance lending to the stillbirth and gradual death of three kittens from her litter. By now they would've been apprentices with shorepaw. Her heart ached and she found herself tensing up again, her teeth clamping harshly down onto the inside of her cheek and her ears pinned against the back of her skull.

She was scared and there was certainly no denying she hadn't wanted to go into this new life on her own. She supposed that's why she had chestnutfall and frostedhawk as new found friends. Especially frostedhawk who had managed to connect with her on such a level of understanding she felt her weakness reflected in him. The great loss and agony that came with loosing a mate. Her eyes drifted closed for a moment as she reflected back to the wiry grey tom and his nervous stutter, the way his green eyes could tell a deep story without even having to speak once. She felt the hotness in her ears and eyes spark up and soon enough if she kept remembering she would've ended up crying. Although catching herself in just enough time to deter it. The cream and orange coloured she cat sat back up with a long huff and as she did happened to notice the looming shadow of the leaders den, casting an ominous outline sprawling across the grass. Eerie and cold looking even from a distance. She felt a shiver trickle down her spine and even an odd chill cause her nose to wrinkle up. She wondered whether or not fallenstar was up in his tower of solitude anymore, or better yet if she could coax him outside. She felt their connection slipping through her paws as she saw him less and less, his cold blue eyes growing more relentless and almost forbidding.

The she cat bowed her head in great thought, knitting her eyebrows together and letting a sigh trickle between her teeth. Although the first few moons where rocky she knew she was getting somewhere with the mysterious leader and she was quite frankly happy to build up on that idea. She thought of him as if he where a little brother, or big brother. Honeslty she didn't know how old he was anymore. the she cat picked herself solemnly up from her place in the grass and examined the mouth of the cave with skeptical eyes. What are you looking for, it's not like he'll appear anyways. snapping out of her odd little trance the she cat padded past the freshkill pile plucking a small water vole between her teeth, nipping it on its scruff and carrying it towards the towering set of riverstones leading to the leaders den. Her paw pads gently pressed onto the cool smooth stone, sending yet another shiver racing down her back as she clambered her way up towards the mouth of the cave. Something compelled her to visit him, something awful and yet something natural she felt she needed to do all of a sudden. As she reached the entrance she stood ominously outside peering in before quickly taking a seat to the left of the opening, calling her racing heart and allowing her paws some time to rest from the pain of walking.

After a minute she cocked her head to the side, eyebrows knit together thoughtfully ' ' fallenstar? ' ' she called softly. Wrapping her rat like tail around her cream coloured paws and listening to her voice reverberate off the walls and bounce back to her in an echo. ' ' fallenstar it's me, Rowanflower ' ' she added after a minute glancing back over the clan after a minute and releasing yet another heavy sigh between her parted lips. It had been a long time since they had talked, lots had happened and was bound to start happening as time progressed and wether he liked it or not. They needed to discuss it. the Windclans leader smug smile popped into her head like a nightmare and quickly faded and she dismissed it with a low grumble, letting it slip like water off of a ducks back. She had to stop being so disturbed by his face, she was bound to end up looking at it more often than not. She had to get used to his smug smirk. ' ' I brought something to eat, I don't know if you ate already or not... ' ' she called calmly turning her head to examine the lip of the cave and frowning slightly.

Perhaps she had caught him at a bad time, or maybe he was actually sleeping for once. Which she would be overjoyed to hear about. She knew he was loosing his sleep and perhaps his mind aswell, he needed his rest no matter how much he protested it. She let out another quick yawn and settled down further agaisnt the cool stone. I guess we shall wait and see.

[Starfall]

starfall
( ahaha, my volleyball practices are taking over my life so I'll try to get around to posting when I can, although I wouldn't expect much from me cause I just can't be that amazing and like post all the time. Unless I wake up a super human than I'm sorry to disappoint )

as the last patrols were sent off Rowanflower stood contemplating wether or not she should join the last patrol, her eyes wandering after the white tail that brought up the rear as they slipped through the gorse tunnel and lastly out of sight. No. at that the she cat had decided she wouldn't be doing any morning patrols and spun on her heels towards the center of camp. She was exhausted, the care she had taken to examine each warrior closely was gradually wearing down on her. Constantly going out of her way to intervene and possibly deter them from over working themselves into sleep deprivation or exhaustion. Ironic enough it was leaving her with both of those options at a constant state, looming over her head whenever she happened to do anything. Not to mention her panic attacks recently and even more frequently appearing in her life, despite having gone through extensive work to have tried to calm them down. Tumblestep was now frequently on her mind more than he ever had been, not only appearing in dreams but often accompanied by fleeting scents. it left her destroyed. Pinning her ears to the back of her skull the she cat bent her neck as she passed by the fresh kill, prodding a few questionable pieces and taking a few minutes to quickly pull through them and take what could no longer be eaten into a seperate pile. After her vigorous sorting she went off to bury them, properly disposing of them and officially loosing what appetite she had left. Although she knew she was absolutely starving.

Now she was left with nothing more to do than sort out in her mind what patrols she would send out next and the time she would find to take rosepaw out today. Have to finish that fishing lesson soon or he'll start to lag behind. soon after much debate the oriental tabby settled down on the slowly withering grass, setting her chin between her paws and letting out a long and deep sigh of relief. She hadn't noticed how much her paw pads where hurting, not only where they raw but constantly throbbing the minute she was off them. There was no escape from it. with a massive yawn the lanky she cat cocked her head back, her eyes squinting and muscles growing taut with a lavish stretch that extended far into her back legs and flicked off the end of her tail, finally relaxing her muscles enough to lean into the grass and settle down in the pale sunlight that stream through a thin haze of clouds. The slow sluggish movements of the clouds over the sun reminded her of the day she met tumblestep. The tall and slightly clumsy grey tomcat she had grown to love over their years of knowing each other. Being her Bestfriend and soulmate and suddenly loosing that just as she was thrust into a new world of leadership destroyed her down to the core. Her ignorance lending to the stillbirth and gradual death of three kittens from her litter. By now they would've been apprentices with shorepaw. Her heart ached and she found herself tensing up again, her teeth clamping harshly down onto the inside of her cheek and her ears pinned against the back of her skull.

She was scared and there was certainly no denying she hadn't wanted to go into this new life on her own. She supposed that's why she had chestnutfall and frostedhawk as new found friends. Especially frostedhawk who had managed to connect with her on such a level of understanding she felt her weakness reflected in him. The great loss and agony that came with loosing a mate. Her eyes drifted closed for a moment as she reflected back to the wiry grey tom and his nervous stutter, the way his green eyes could tell a deep story without even having to speak once. She felt the hotness in her ears and eyes spark up and soon enough if she kept remembering she would've ended up crying. Although catching herself in just enough time to deter it. The cream and orange coloured she cat sat back up with a long huff and as she did happened to notice the looming shadow of the leaders den, casting an ominous outline sprawling across the grass. Eerie and cold looking even from a distance. She felt a shiver trickle down her spine and even an odd chill cause her nose to wrinkle up. She wondered whether or not fallenstar was up in his tower of solitude anymore, or better yet if she could coax him outside. She felt their connection slipping through her paws as she saw him less and less, his cold blue eyes growing more relentless and almost forbidding.

The she cat bowed her head in great thought, knitting her eyebrows together and letting a sigh trickle between her teeth. Although the first few moons where rocky she knew she was getting somewhere with the mysterious leader and she was quite frankly happy to build up on that idea. She thought of him as if he where a little brother, or big brother. Honeslty she didn't know how old he was anymore. the she cat picked herself solemnly up from her place in the grass and examined the mouth of the cave with skeptical eyes. What are you looking for, it's not like he'll appear anyways. snapping out of her odd little trance the she cat padded past the freshkill pile plucking a small water vole between her teeth, nipping it on its scruff and carrying it towards the towering set of riverstones leading to the leaders den. Her paw pads gently pressed onto the cool smooth stone, sending yet another shiver racing down her back as she clambered her way up towards the mouth of the cave. Something compelled her to visit him, something awful and yet something natural she felt she needed to do all of a sudden. As she reached the entrance she stood ominously outside peering in before quickly taking a seat to the left of the opening, calling her racing heart and allowing her paws some time to rest from the pain of walking.

After a minute she cocked her head to the side, eyebrows knit together thoughtfully ' ' fallenstar? ' ' she called softly. Wrapping her rat like tail around her cream coloured paws and listening to her voice reverberate off the walls and bounce back to her in an echo. ' ' fallenstar it's me, Rowanflower ' ' she added after a minute glancing back over the clan after a minute and releasing yet another heavy sigh between her parted lips. It had been a long time since they had talked, lots had happened and was bound to start happening as time progressed and wether he liked it or not. They needed to discuss it. the Windclans leader smug smile popped into her head like a nightmare and quickly faded and she dismissed it with a low grumble, letting it slip like water off of a ducks back. She had to stop being so disturbed by his face, she was bound to end up looking at it more often than not. She had to get used to his smug smirk. ' ' I brought something to eat, I don't know if you ate already or not... ' ' she called calmly turning her head to examine the lip of the cave and frowning slightly.

Perhaps she had caught him at a bad time, or maybe he was actually sleeping for once. Which she would be overjoyed to hear about. She knew he was loosing his sleep and perhaps his mind aswell, he needed his rest no matter how much he protested it. She let out another quick yawn and settled down further agaisnt the cool stone. I guess we shall wait and see.







They were louder today. Clawing at the walls of the mind, screeching and demanding to be let out. It wasn't like he could, and if he could, he didn't know how. His paws were over his ears, tail coiled around himself, his nose buried beneath it. To say he was in pain was an understatement. He felt as though his head could split in two at any moment. All of his wounds ached. His heart was shattered. Soul crushed. And he was alone. Well. He wasn't completly alone. He still had two siblings left, Pleasentpelt and Splashcloud, and it wasn't that the leader wasn't proud of them. It was that they rarely visited. Of course he couldn't blame him, he wouldn't want to visit himself either. Pitiful mess of a leader. He accepted the deputies spot during Russetstar's ruleing because he believed he'd be able to protect his clanmates, be able to even out the higherarchey so that they'd no longer have to worry about cruel leaders. Yet here he was, still chasing away his own demons, he hadn't even started on the Clan's yet. Pitiful. Nothing but a disgrace. The ebony tom grit is teeth and curled up into an even tighter ball.

He threw his clan into chaos. He had become the very thing he swore to destroy. Now they were a fur strand length away from fighting against Windclan and Shadowclan. He was almost positive he wouldn't have Thunderclans support, and he was still unsure about Skyclan. Of course the tom was weary of Grousestar, he had seen the brown tabby holding brief conversations with the idiot Windclan leader. If Riverclan was to go up against 3 other clans, there was no hope of winning. No point in trying. All because he offered to help a clan when they were in need.

Fallenstar was ripped from his thoughts by a gentle call, the voices scattering momentairily before reverting to a low hum. The burly leader raised his head and swiveled so he could see who the visitor was. Of course he recognized the voice, but at this point, he wasn't sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him or not, hard to trust himself. After a second of just staring off towards the entrance he finally untensed and laid his head down on his paws "Come in Rowanflower." he gruffed out, voice broken, as if he had barely been using it. "And I'm not positive it'd stay down, but the thought was nice thank you." the words came out all jumbled, like an apprentice who was being tested by his mentor on all the fighting moves. He was experiancing such an odd...thing, that he couldn't even describe. He felt so hollow, yet, at the same time, he felt as though he was being crushed by a heavy weight that he just couldn't shake off, no matter what he did. It made his stomach churn and twist.

"Is there a reason for this spontaneus meeting?" he asked, lifting his head to look at the stickly deputy. Lapis hues had very little spark in them, very little light that was on the verge of being smuthered.
Mauve
(Did I managed to slip a meme in there? Yes, Yes I did)

[Mauve]

They were louder today. Clawing at the walls of the mind, screeching and demanding to be let out. It wasn't like he could, and if he could, he didn't know how. His paws were over his ears, tail coiled around himself, his nose buried beneath it. To say he was in pain was an understatement. He felt as though his head could split in two at any moment. All of his wounds ached. His heart was shattered. Soul crushed. And he was alone. Well. He wasn't completly alone. He still had two siblings left, Pleasentpelt and Splashcloud, and it wasn't that the leader wasn't proud of them. It was that they rarely visited. Of course he couldn't blame him, he wouldn't want to visit himself either. Pitiful mess of a leader. He accepted the deputies spot during Russetstar's ruleing because he believed he'd be able to protect his clanmates, be able to even out the higherarchey so that they'd no longer have to worry about cruel leaders. Yet here he was, still chasing away his own demons, he hadn't even started on the Clan's yet. Pitiful. Nothing but a disgrace. The ebony tom grit is teeth and curled up into an even tighter ball.

He threw his clan into chaos. He had become the very thing he swore to destroy. Now they were a fur strand length away from fighting against Windclan and Shadowclan. He was almost positive he wouldn't have Thunderclans support, and he was still unsure about Skyclan. Of course the tom was weary of Grousestar, he had seen the brown tabby holding brief conversations with the idiot Windclan leader. If Riverclan was to go up against 3 other clans, there was no hope of winning. No point in trying. All because he offered to help a clan when they were in need.

Fallenstar was ripped from his thoughts by a gentle call, the voices scattering momentairily before reverting to a low hum. The burly leader raised his head and swiveled so he could see who the visitor was. Of course he recognized the voice, but at this point, he wasn't sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him or not, hard to trust himself. After a second of just staring off towards the entrance he finally untensed and laid his head down on his paws "Come in Rowanflower." he gruffed out, voice broken, as if he had barely been using it. "And I'm not positive it'd stay down, but the thought was nice thank you." the words came out all jumbled, like an apprentice who was being tested by his mentor on all the fighting moves. He was experiancing such an odd...thing, that he couldn't even describe. He felt so hollow, yet, at the same time, he felt as though he was being crushed by a heavy weight that he just couldn't shake off, no matter what he did. It made his stomach churn and twist.

"Is there a reason for this spontaneus meeting?" he asked, lifting his head to look at the stickly deputy. Lapis hues had very little spark in them, very little light that was on the verge of being smuthered.
Mauve
(Did I managed to slip a meme in there? Yes, Yes I did)

Urgency. That's what Heatherfur walked with as she bounded into the RiverClan clearing. Her heart hadn't stopped racing since she abruptly left the half-moon meeting at the Starcave. Shadows and whispers nipped at her paws with each stride as she tried to push herself faster and faster, shooting from the sacred cave back to the marshy terrain of RiverClan. Thanks to her WindClan heritage, she had made it back in a short amount of time. Her muscles ached and screamed at her to rest, to lie down, but as she came into the camp clearing the only thing she could think of was to find Fallenstar and Rowanflower. They needed to know about this. They needed to be prepared. Something disastrous was coming, and despite all of the uncertainty that had been circling this Clan for the past couple moons, they all needed to come together. Heatherfur would make sure that they all came together, if not for the sake of RiverClan, for keeping StarClan happy.

Her rushed entrance back into camp, face flustered and shoulders heaving after the run, garnered a few odd looks from her fellow Clanmates, but Heatherfur barely registered them as she wove her way to Fallenstar's den. She hadn't seen much of the RiverClan leader lately, rather getting closer to Rowanflower, his deputy. Hopefully she'll be there too, she thought with a glimmer of hope, turning on her paws a bit and making a b-line towards the mossy rock that marked the leaders' den. She didn't have time to go looking for her if she happened to be out on patrol, but her mind reassured her that the only place Fallenstar could be was his den. The black tom hadn't really left it in a couple days, save for a few appearances in the Clan here and there to make announcements. The medicine cat made a mental note to bring some strengthening herbs later; if he was getting as bad as Rowanflower told her, she needed to be there one hundred percent to support him.

"Fallenstar. I need to talk to you," the light furred tabby started, her tail swishing behind her as she entered the dimly lit den. Giving her eyes a moment to adjust, Heatherfur found that Rowanflower was, in fact, in the den as well, and instantly a slight wave of relief washed over her. The urgency from the past few hours though quickly drowned it out and it was all she could do to not shut her eyes and ears against the horrendous sounds of the storm that raged on, lingering from the vision. "Something bad is going to happen. Something to RiverClan," she blurted out, unable to contain it anymore. Seeing StarClan's territory like that - blissful one moment, then turned into a terrible storm the next - had shaken her to her core. She remembered watching the river drain into nothing, and all the fish that were in it slowly losing the life as it was ripped from them by nature. Then the one fish, the one with cat eyes, and the tremble of words; "help me". It still sent shivers down Heatherfur's spine and she looked from Rowanflower to Fallenstar, the desperate yet serious look in her eyes begging them to understand how urgent this matter was.

"When I was at the Starcave tonight, StarClan sent us a dream," She began, trying to slow her breathing so that she would be able to clearly communicate the vision. "It was so peaceful, like greenleaf. Then... This storm... There was lighting and... and trees were breaking, and thunder was shaking the entire ground. And... the river..." She had to pause. This was the source of the vision. The main thing StarClan had wished for all the medicine cats to see - perhaps for Heatherfur to see specifically. Was this why they had placed her on the path of medicine in RiverClan? There was no time to dwell over it right now. "...The river began to dry out. All of it. Gone, just like that. And the fish... They were fighting for their lives. This one fish... It looks so much like a cat. It said that 'without the rivers, the forest will run dry'." Even though she had delivered the prophecy, Heatherfur still felt an unnerving weight on her shoulders. She hadn't realized it, but her whole body had begun to shake, and a certain fear crept in. She wasn't even half-way through her medicine cat training. What if this meant war? What if cats got injured? Cats would die, and it would be her fault... This conflicting battle of thoughts raged within the depths of her green eyes as she looked at both Fallenstar and Rowanflower. "Something huge is coming. And I'm not entirely sure if RiverClan is strong enough to make it through. Not right now, at least." Forcing herself to remain still, Heather continued. "We need to come together. For the sake of RiverClan."

[BEAR.]

[ RiverClan has returned home, and all roleplays can be resumed as normal. ]

[Fawn]

Cedarsprint paced the clearing of the RiverClan camp, ignoring the questioning stares of clanmates and any concerned whispers exchanged in his regard, too focused on an undeniable conclusion fabricated by weaving careful evidence of it together: Fallenstar didn't like him anymore, didn't care about him. His whereabouts were met with nonchalance the last time they'd crossed paths and after that, it'd almost felt like the burly tom was avoiding him. What was he supposed to do with that? Certainly, he knew he could've been a better friend and clanmate, but he didn't think he deserved this indifference, and he could safely determine that any cat who thought the opposite of love was hate had never experienced this sort of cold dejection. It left him with anxiety and uneasiness where the usual warmth of their longstanding albeit tumultuous friendship was.

In his mind, he'd generated a list of wrongdoings that had possibly led to this unfavorable outcome, a checklist of his flaws - Cedarsprint deemed them his mistakes and either there was a major offense among them or collectively, they'd compounded to make Fallenstar cut him from his life. And while he hadn't intended on a confrontation, he couldn't take it, needed to know, because another sleepless night might just do him in.

Approaching Fallenstar's den, Cedarsprint cleared his throat and realized he hadn't exactly planned this far. It was a daunting enough task to work up the courage to demand answers and find out why he'd been plucked from Fallenstar's pad of friendship like a thorn, but to actually trigger the discussion... Well, he'd forgotten that required planning beyond his mistake list. "Fallenstar," he meowed in greeting and walked the rest of the way inside, eyes adjusting to the dimmed evening light. "I... wanted to talk to you." Good, he told himself, this wasn't half bad so far, but his introduction was derailed as he saw the wounds marking Fallenstar's shoulders. Jaw tightening, he very classily stared at it for longer than what might otherwise be acceptable and mumbled a few words of sympathy. "But, like I was saying- this, it's important. I'm wondering why things with us have been..." he trailed off and wrinkled his nose, making a deflated-type noise as if to capture the state of their relationship. "Anyway," he coughed, "I'm guessing it's because... one, I didn't fight the dog to the extent that I should have. Yeah, I was a little rattled and the walking koi fish was already on it, but still. I get it. I messed up there. But maybe it was because... I didn't get out of the tree fast enough? That one's kind of my fault too, I probably shouldn't be such a whiny kit about that but see- it all goes back to my apprenticeship..." Shaking his head as if to clear away the thought, he figured he might as well move on. "Or third, is it because I called you 'Fallenstream'? I mean, it's a nice name, but I can see why that might be insulting now. And finally, fourth, maybe... maybe it's because I wasn't around as much as I should have been recently."

Starfall

[Starfall]

Cedarsprint paced the clearing of the RiverClan camp, ignoring the questioning stares of clanmates and any concerned whispers exchanged in his regard, too focused on an undeniable conclusion fabricated by weaving careful evidence of it together: Fallenstar didn't like him anymore, didn't care about him. His whereabouts were met with nonchalance the last time they'd crossed paths and after that, it'd almost felt like the burly tom was avoiding him. What was he supposed to do with that? Certainly, he knew he could've been a better friend and clanmate, but he didn't think he deserved this indifference, and he could safely determine that any cat who thought the opposite of love was hate had never experienced this sort of cold dejection. It left him with anxiety and uneasiness where the usual warmth of their longstanding albeit tumultuous friendship was.

In his mind, he'd generated a list of wrongdoings that had possibly led to this unfavorable outcome, a checklist of his flaws - Cedarsprint deemed them his mistakes and either there was a major offense among them or collectively, they'd compounded to make Fallenstar cut him from his life. And while he hadn't intended on a confrontation, he couldn't take it, needed to know, because another sleepless night might just do him in.

Approaching Fallenstar's den, Cedarsprint cleared his throat and realized he hadn't exactly planned this far. It was a daunting enough task to work up the courage to demand answers and find out why he'd been plucked from Fallenstar's pad of friendship like a thorn, but to actually trigger the discussion... Well, he'd forgotten that required planning beyond his mistake list. "Fallenstar," he meowed in greeting and walked the rest of the way inside, eyes adjusting to the dimmed evening light. "I... wanted to talk to you." Good, he told himself, this wasn't half bad so far, but his introduction was derailed as he saw the wounds marking Fallenstar's shoulders. Jaw tightening, he very classily stared at it for longer than what might otherwise be acceptable and mumbled a few words of sympathy. "But, like I was saying- this, it's important. I'm wondering why things with us have been..." he trailed off and wrinkled his nose, making a deflated-type noise as if to capture the state of their relationship. "Anyway," he coughed, "I'm guessing it's because... one, I didn't fight the dog to the extent that I should have. Yeah, I was a little rattled and the walking koi fish was already on it, but still. I get it. I messed up there. But maybe it was because... I didn't get out of the tree fast enough? That one's kind of my fault too, I probably shouldn't be such a whiny kit about that but see- it all goes back to my apprenticeship..." Shaking his head as if to clear away the thought, he figured he might as well move on. "Or third, is it because I called you 'Fallenstream'? I mean, it's a nice name, but I can see why that might be insulting now. And finally, fourth, maybe... maybe it's because I wasn't around as much as I should have been recently."

Starfall


His wounds ached. Shoulders burned, lungs burned, head burned. His whole body was sore, fighting off those two deputies were a little more difficult than he originally thought. However, he managed to ... well, Windygale was dead. Of course it was all still nothing more than a blur, like he wasn't the one controlling his own body. One second he was shoving the cream tom away, the next the forest floor was red. Whenever he thought about it his head started pounding.

He had been curled into himself, nestled into his moss littered nest. His whole body felt like it had been crushed by boulders, he wanted to sleep so badly. The whispers of accusation and worry buzzing about kept him from doing so. However, he didn't get any more time to ponder on it, a familiar voice echoing in the empty den. The leader lifted his head, though he could only lift it slightly, a soft shock of pain ripping through his body.He settled for resting his chin on the very edge of his nest. He was too tired to try and process how he felt about his childhood friend suddenly in here once more.

Lapis optics watched as the brown tabby shuffled in, knowing that he needn't be invited in like most others. Save him a few painful breaths. The ebony tom listened as his friend babbled on about thoughtless concerns, mumbling about things he didn't understand. With a sigh, he shifted into a more comfortable position. "Cedarsprint." he mumbled. However the warrior didn't hear the call. "Cedarsprint." this time a little louder. Once again the call went right over the toms head. Fallenstar listened onto his friends babbling, an exhausted look plastered on his face. "Cedarsprint!" he shouted, voice hoarse from all the yelling he had done. "What in the name of Starclan are you talking about? Why would I be angry that you called me by my warrior name?" the question ended in a sigh and a shake of a head. "Nevermind. Whatever it is you're babbling on about, there's something a little more important that I gotta ask." he huffed, ignoring the last point the warrior named. It made his heart ache, he didn't wish to confront it.

The leader picked himself up on wobbly legs, ashamed that it was taking so much effort to just pick himself up. His bones were screaming at him. Muscles wailed. He had been thinking about it for a while now, since he had retrieved ... or more accurately stumbled upon Cedarsprint. He was unphased by what had been happening, he was a fresh face, a fresh outlook on what was happening. All the decisions he made did nothing but bring ruin upon the clan. He allied with Thunderclan, and he got backlash for it. He brought the issue up, and they were driven out of their territory. They fight over the borders, fighting for the pitiful land they were driven to, and a kit gets killed in a raid. Daisyshade died, Heatherfur dissapeared. He was all alone.

"I'm calling a clan meeting. And announcing our new deputy." he huffed, staggering towards the entrance of his den. He refused to look the warrior in the eyes. "So get yourself presentable, there's going to be a lot of eyes on you here pretty soon." he gruffed out. He needed to stop for a second, resting himself against the cold stone. "You're going to be Riverclans new deputy."

[Fawn]

His wounds ached. Shoulders burned, lungs burned, head burned. His whole body was sore, fighting off those two deputies were a little more difficult than he originally thought. However, he managed to ... well, Windygale was dead. Of course it was all still nothing more than a blur, like he wasn't the one controlling his own body. One second he was shoving the cream tom away, the next the forest floor was red. Whenever he thought about it his head started pounding.

He had been curled into himself, nestled into his moss littered nest. His whole body felt like it had been crushed by boulders, he wanted to sleep so badly. The whispers of accusation and worry buzzing about kept him from doing so. However, he didn't get any more time to ponder on it, a familiar voice echoing in the empty den. The leader lifted his head, though he could only lift it slightly, a soft shock of pain ripping through his body.He settled for resting his chin on the very edge of his nest. He was too tired to try and process how he felt about his childhood friend suddenly in here once more.

Lapis optics watched as the brown tabby shuffled in, knowing that he needn't be invited in like most others. Save him a few painful breaths. The ebony tom listened as his friend babbled on about thoughtless concerns, mumbling about things he didn't understand. With a sigh, he shifted into a more comfortable position. "Cedarsprint." he mumbled. However the warrior didn't hear the call. "Cedarsprint." this time a little louder. Once again the call went right over the toms head. Fallenstar listened onto his friends babbling, an exhausted look plastered on his face. "Cedarsprint!" he shouted, voice hoarse from all the yelling he had done. "What in the name of Starclan are you talking about? Why would I be angry that you called me by my warrior name?" the question ended in a sigh and a shake of a head. "Nevermind. Whatever it is you're babbling on about, there's something a little more important that I gotta ask." he huffed, ignoring the last point the warrior named. It made his heart ache, he didn't wish to confront it.

The leader picked himself up on wobbly legs, ashamed that it was taking so much effort to just pick himself up. His bones were screaming at him. Muscles wailed. He had been thinking about it for a while now, since he had retrieved ... or more accurately stumbled upon Cedarsprint. He was unphased by what had been happening, he was a fresh face, a fresh outlook on what was happening. All the decisions he made did nothing but bring ruin upon the clan. He allied with Thunderclan, and he got backlash for it. He brought the issue up, and they were driven out of their territory. They fight over the borders, fighting for the pitiful land they were driven to, and a kit gets killed in a raid. Daisyshade died, Heatherfur dissapeared. He was all alone.

"I'm calling a clan meeting. And announcing our new deputy." he huffed, staggering towards the entrance of his den. He refused to look the warrior in the eyes. "So get yourself presentable, there's going to be a lot of eyes on you here pretty soon." he gruffed out. He needed to stop for a second, resting himself against the cold stone. "You're going to be Riverclans new deputy."

At Fallenstar's rumble, Cedarsprint's ears tilted forward in earnest, then lowered toward his head - not a gesture of anger but embarrassment as he realized his rambling had possibly been foolish in hindsight. It may have been well thought-out, but he could have practiced its delivery on a stick or a leaf before coming in here, that may have made for a smoother conversation. If his one-sided suggestions could be called that at all, when Fallenstar hadn't spoken until now. "What do you mean, what am I talking about?" he meowed with intensity, eyes flashing as hurt panged his heart. "When we were out there- fighting that dog with that one tom, you…" He trailed off there and shook his head to recollect his thoughts, unwilling to let this get the better of him.

Rather than digging into the central matter immediately, Cedarsprint chose to focus on his other question, the one that didn't require soul-searching and a confession of feeling like Fallenstar's care toward him was inadequate. "I figured you would prefer Fallenstar, y'know, being a leader. Fallenstream, sure… it flows better, it sounds tough like rapids, but it's still a reminder of a rank that you don't have anymore." Technically, two ranks, and both would be considered below him… though he wondered if that mattered to him, being a strong advocate of giving his warriors say in decisions and genuinely feeling compassionate toward everyone, regardless of status. As long as they weren't Cedarsprint, they were apparently fair-game for Fallenstar's empathy.

No time was allotted to truly organize where he wanted to go with this discussion, as Fallenstar seemed to be moving on without him. Typical, maybe, but he internally scolded himself for thinking like that when it wasn't appropriate right now. "Wait, you have a question for me?" Cedarsprint clarified but it was more of a dubious scoff, blinking in surprise. "But… I came here with questions for you—" There was no chance in finishing that because Fallenstar had dragged himself from the nest, leading him to examine his friend with quiet uncertainty, worry.

At the announcement of calling a clan meeting, he was stunned into a perplexed silence because this wasn't how he'd thought this confrontation would go at all. Slowly, he was starting to wonder if he'd chosen a bad time but it was nearing moonhigh, he hadn't thought Fallenstar would be doing anything but resting. "Okay," he replied evenly. "Do you want me to come back later? Because I'm not sure we were actually done with that discussion. I think after your clan meeting would work." Unless he planned on avoiding him again. However, Cedarsprint refused to let this go, couldn't stand another night of obsessing over whether Fallenstar secretly hated him or not, and he was going to force the truth from him eventually. He couldn't keep calling clan meetings forever.

His world came to a screeching halt at the next bit of information, body going tense as he was wrought with shock. "What?!" he finally exploded, gawking. "Are you crazy? That's— there's no way I'm doing that! Have you met me? I barely became a warrior, so I have no idea why you think I'd be a good deputy." Cedarsprint's heart hammered in his chest as he bounded forward to catch up with Fallenstar. "Look, it's flattering, and I think you're one of the better leaders RiverClan has had, but choosing me would be a mistake. I'm not going to be deputy."

[Fawn]

The sickness sweeping through the Clans had everyone frightened: queens weren't letting their kits play outside the nursery, much less out of their sight; elders were concerned for their own health; warriors and apprentices struggled to keep the Clan afloat among the chaos. With the recent development of sick cats going to the Seastones for treatment and recovery, it'd created a cluster of confusion and panic, no end in sight. Objectively, it was worrying, but Shiverpaw's reaction consisted of little more than a couple somber condolences, and this. Whatever 'this' could be called, the act of being at Fallenstar's den to speak with him.

"Fallenstar," he meowed and stepped inside once invited. "I was thinking about the state of the Clan." Oh, but maybe he shouldn't start with that, maybe that was too forward. He'd always been told he was a little blunt. "Pity about the deputy and ...aftermath. At least that new choice of yours, the peppy she-cat-- Daisyflower? I'm sure she'll be excellent." Hallucinations caused memories to bleed and twist together, creating a shaky reality that was constantly in flux. "Anyway, where were we? Oh, the state of the Clan. I was considering, if you believe it would be appropriate, to lend a paw where it's needed, just until StarClan sends... someone, or a sign, or however that works." A shrug. "Can't say I know much about the coughs, but if a cat is injured, I have picked up a few things about herbs and healing."

Well, no. He did not. Not a single thing, actually, and terrible didn't begin to capture what sort of idea this was. But the same pseudo-reality was working against him once more, tricking him into thinking wounds he'd 'healed' on himself had truly been an act of skill, but they'd never existed at all.

Starfall

[Starfall]

They had just gotten their territory back, it was supposed to be a time of celebration. Yet they had been swamped with an outbreak. Were they not supposed to get their territory back? Were they just supposed to sit and take it as Windclan drove them out of their home, as Windclan stomped on them and spat in their faces? He would never allow that to happen, he didn't allow it to happen. If Starclan declared that Riverclan were to be wiped out, stepped on, beaten and belittled he would spit in their face and continue to help his clan thrive the best he could. He wouldn't be like Bucknight, he wouldn't be like Thornfrost, he was going to put them first. They ran away with their tail tucked between their legs when the going got rough and when they were needed the most.

Of course he talked tough, but he could feel it, the sluggishness, the thick liquid that was beginning to replace his blood. Make his bones creaky, fragile. Make his mind nothing more than a puddle, a bigger mess than what it already was. He had been infected. He wasn't going anywhere, however, they had no Deputy, no Medicine cat, and the only Medicine cat that was offering their assistance was Oriolestorm. He would have to thank her when he got the chance. Warriors, Apprentices, Queens and Elders were already being escorted to the Seastones in mass amounts, clan already far too empty for his liking. However, he wouldn't leave, not after they just got it back, not after all they had done to get it back. He would continue to lead here, sent patrols with prey when needed, the sick wouldn't be able to hunt.

The ebony tom had been pacing back and fourth by the time a lithe body pushed its way past the fronds into his den, lapis hues locking onto the apprentice the second his name was called. It took a second for him to recognize who it was, he had only seen the apprentice scuttling about here and there. He knew the tom had some...issues regarding mental thinking, but the leader never thought it was this bad. He listened on as the apprentice rambled on, mentally noting how he got Daisyshade's name incorrect...and how he continued to talk about her in present tense.

Once Shiverpaw began to talk about how he would help out, an idea light up in his mind. Cogs slowly began to turn, brows furrowed together. He wouldn't wait for Starclan to send him a sign, he would make the decision himself. Fallenstar began to stride towards the smaller tom, and within a few seconds he was standing right in front of him. "You will be Riverclans new Medicine cat." he stated.

[Fawn]

They had just gotten their territory back, it was supposed to be a time of celebration. Yet they had been swamped with an outbreak. Were they not supposed to get their territory back? Were they just supposed to sit and take it as Windclan drove them out of their home, as Windclan stomped on them and spat in their faces? He would never allow that to happen, he didn't allow it to happen. If Starclan declared that Riverclan were to be wiped out, stepped on, beaten and belittled he would spit in their face and continue to help his clan thrive the best he could. He wouldn't be like Bucknight, he wouldn't be like Thornfrost, he was going to put them first. They ran away with their tail tucked between their legs when the going got rough and when they were needed the most.

Of course he talked tough, but he could feel it, the sluggishness, the thick liquid that was beginning to replace his blood. Make his bones creaky, fragile. Make his mind nothing more than a puddle, a bigger mess than what it already was. He had been infected. He wasn't going anywhere, however, they had no Deputy, no Medicine cat, and the only Medicine cat that was offering their assistance was Oriolestorm. He would have to thank her when he got the chance. Warriors, Apprentices, Queens and Elders were already being escorted to the Seastones in mass amounts, clan already far too empty for his liking. However, he wouldn't leave, not after they just got it back, not after all they had done to get it back. He would continue to lead here, sent patrols with prey when needed, the sick wouldn't be able to hunt.

The ebony tom had been pacing back and fourth by the time a lithe body pushed its way past the fronds into his den, lapis hues locking onto the apprentice the second his name was called. It took a second for him to recognize who it was, he had only seen the apprentice scuttling about here and there. He knew the tom had some...issues regarding mental thinking, but the leader never thought it was this bad. He listened on as the apprentice rambled on, mentally noting how he got Daisyshade's name incorrect...and how he continued to talk about her in present tense.

Once Shiverpaw began to talk about how he would help out, an idea light up in his mind. Cogs slowly began to turn, brows furrowed together. He wouldn't wait for Starclan to send him a sign, he would make the decision himself. Fallenstar began to stride towards the smaller tom, and within a few seconds he was standing right in front of him. "You will be Riverclans new Medicine cat." he stated.

In contrast to the leader, Shiverpaw's thoughts were exceedingly calm in comparison to Fallenstar's internal rage and strife. He had even found a stray bit of nest to nudge with his paws, watching the moss flop along the flooring of the den while he waited for his response. Fallenstar seemed to appear beyond troubled with his pacing and harrowing expression, he'd give him that, so he was fine with waiting for the ebony tom to recollect himself.

When Fallenstar advanced toward him in those long strides, he peered in mild interest as his eyes slimmed, trying to determine what that meant but was met with no answers, at least until he dropped it on him that he was the new medicine cat.

"And cats tell me I get mixed up," Shiverpaw meowed casually, flicking the tiny piece of moss away from them. "I offered to help, I didn't offer to be the medicine cat." It wasn't said with any particular inflection or alarm, he was relatively unfazed. Genuinely confused, definitely concerned for the state of the leader's mind. A yawn erupting from his muzzle, he wasn't about to challenge Fallenstar on this since he seemed a mouse-tail or two away from an explosion of stress and anxiety, the elements that composed him. No wonder he was so huge. Curious and flippant, he added, "But whatever you say, you're the leader."

Shiverpaw didn't know if this was a temporary arrangement or not but from how he spoke of it, Fallenstar didn't seem to think it was short-term. "Hey," he started, musing with a wrinkle of his nose, "being the new medicine cat and all, it'd be real rad to have a fancy warrior name." That fell somewhere between joking and serious with Shiverpaw testing out the waters of this supposed new position, but he didn't fret over it. A warrior name didn't mean much to him, ironic considering he was a sixteen-moon-old apprentice.

[Starfall]

In contrast to the leader, Shiverpaw's thoughts were exceedingly calm in comparison to Fallenstar's internal rage and strife. He had even found a stray bit of nest to nudge with his paws, watching the moss flop along the flooring of the den while he waited for his response. Fallenstar seemed to appear beyond troubled with his pacing and harrowing expression, he'd give him that, so he was fine with waiting for the ebony tom to recollect himself.

When Fallenstar advanced toward him in those long strides, he peered in mild interest as his eyes slimmed, trying to determine what that meant but was met with no answers, at least until he dropped it on him that he was the new medicine cat.

"And cats tell me I get mixed up," Shiverpaw meowed casually, flicking the tiny piece of moss away from them. "I offered to help, I didn't offer to be the medicine cat." It wasn't said with any particular inflection or alarm, he was relatively unfazed. Genuinely confused, definitely concerned for the state of the leader's mind. A yawn erupting from his muzzle, he wasn't about to challenge Fallenstar on this since he seemed a mouse-tail or two away from an explosion of stress and anxiety, the elements that composed him. No wonder he was so huge. Curious and flippant, he added, "But whatever you say, you're the leader."

Shiverpaw didn't know if this was a temporary arrangement or not but from how he spoke of it, Fallenstar didn't seem to think it was short-term. "Hey," he started, musing with a wrinkle of his nose, "being the new medicine cat and all, it'd be real rad to have a fancy warrior name." That fell somewhere between joking and serious with Shiverpaw testing out the waters of this supposed new position, but he didn't fret over it. A warrior name didn't mean much to him, ironic considering he was a sixteen-moon-old apprentice.

He was expecting...something, something more than what he was given. An excited gasp or an excited flurry of ‘thank you’s’ but all he got was a yawn and a half hearted acceptance. Laid back...he wasn’t sure about his decision, but Riverclan didn’t have time for the burly feline to second guess himself, they needed a medic and they needed a medic now. “Good. You start now. I’ll be announcing a clan meeting and i’ll Be escorting you to the Moonpool. Last think you and the clan needs is to be jumped by those Windclanners.” he huffed. With this he pulled himself forwards, paws thundering against the ground as he strode past the apprentice. They needed to begin the ceremony, let everyone know that they had a medicine cat, that they were going to be safe, or so he hoped. The ebony feline still wasn’t sure about the smaller Tom sitting before him. Of course he didn’t have long to dwaddle on that, ear flicking at the word ‘rad’ as he began to ramble on about his full name.

The topic made Fallenstar stop and swivel on his paws, gaze once again resting on the apprentice in front of him. He cocked his head to the side and truly began to think about the question, voices murmuring and whispering their opinions on their new task. They never agreed, the voices, each was unique, said different things at different times at different octaves. Unless they were screaming, when one screamed, they all screamed. They muddled his thinking, blotted out his thoughts and memories as he dwelled on important decisions. This was one of those times. Would he give Shiverpaw his warrior name? He definitely earned it for stepping up, and for rolling wit the punches, that’s what Fallenstar was going to call it anyways. “I suppose... for accepting the position gracefully, you have earned your full name. I will meet you outside, don’t bother climbing down you will be on the Streamstone with me.” he said as he leaned forwards, gently patting down a tuft of fur that stuck up on the top of the apprentices head. After that he once again began to make his way outside.

[Starfall]

Dipper
A sigh escaped the toms maw as he strode into his den, worn out, leaning up against the mossy wall. He didn't realize holding contests would be so exausting. He wasn't even participating in any of them. Why was he exhausted? Of course he had go go and swim for a moment to drag a certian someone out of the water after they got conked on the back of the head with a stick. He'd have to scold Minnowscreech for that later. Of course, he'd also have to make sure Lionstorm and the other warrior he hit don't kill him first.

They all looked happy though. Happier than they had been in a long time. He hadn't seen so many smiling faces since...since Russetstar became leader. The kits running around trying to find shells, apprentices trying to out do each other, the warriors swimming as hard as their hearts would let them. Laughing, smiling and joking. It made the leader smile softly to himself, gaze lowered, as if he was looking at his paws. The fact that he could make them smile like that again, told him that maybe he could fix everything. It started off rocky, his leadership. With Honeypool dissapearing, him still coming to terms with his new...position, all of it. He made wrong decisions, many wrong decisions. Yet here they were. His clanmates, smiling, playing in the water together. Kits giggling as they tumbled over each other and raced to snatch the shells first. He wouldn't forget this day.

Fallenstar slowly sat himself down, gaze still angled downwards. Everything that's happened in the past moons began to wash over him, like a tidal wave of raw emotion. All the anger, hatred, confusion, sadness, depression. All of hit him at once. Maybe he was hiding it away, he wasn't sure why it all came crashing down at once. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't happy it did. To be able to feel again, to know what happiness felt like, what sadness and worry felt like. These thick beings swirling and glowing inside his soul. It felt nice, knowing that there was something there. He watched as they laughed and smiled, joked and poked around. He did that, he brought them joy. Not Russetstar, not Starclan. Him. With the help of others, and with the compliance of his clan, he brightened their hearts.

One tear turned into two, than two into 8. Soon they came pooling over his cheeks. He made a decision, and it didn't make his clanmates cry. Didn't bring them despair or death. No need to worry about their well beings nor the well being of their family or mates. No Queen had to pray to Starclan that their son would come back safe. His choice didn't hurt anyone. Didn't kill anyone. They were smiling because of something he did.

[Fawn]

Dipper
A sigh escaped the toms maw as he strode into his den, worn out, leaning up against the mossy wall. He didn't realize holding contests would be so exausting. He wasn't even participating in any of them. Why was he exhausted? Of course he had go go and swim for a moment to drag a certian someone out of the water after they got conked on the back of the head with a stick. He'd have to scold Minnowscreech for that later. Of course, he'd also have to make sure Lionstorm and the other warrior he hit don't kill him first.

They all looked happy though. Happier than they had been in a long time. He hadn't seen so many smiling faces since...since Russetstar became leader. The kits running around trying to find shells, apprentices trying to out do each other, the warriors swimming as hard as their hearts would let them. Laughing, smiling and joking. It made the leader smile softly to himself, gaze lowered, as if he was looking at his paws. The fact that he could make them smile like that again, told him that maybe he could fix everything. It started off rocky, his leadership. With Honeypool dissapearing, him still coming to terms with his new...position, all of it. He made wrong decisions, many wrong decisions. Yet here they were. His clanmates, smiling, playing in the water together. Kits giggling as they tumbled over each other and raced to snatch the shells first. He wouldn't forget this day.

Fallenstar slowly sat himself down, gaze still angled downwards. Everything that's happened in the past moons began to wash over him, like a tidal wave of raw emotion. All the anger, hatred, confusion, sadness, depression. All of hit him at once. Maybe he was hiding it away, he wasn't sure why it all came crashing down at once. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't happy it did. To be able to feel again, to know what happiness felt like, what sadness and worry felt like. These thick beings swirling and glowing inside his soul. It felt nice, knowing that there was something there. He watched as they laughed and smiled, joked and poked around. He did that, he brought them joy. Not Russetstar, not Starclan. Him. With the help of others, and with the compliance of his clan, he brightened their hearts.

One tear turned into two, than two into 8. Soon they came pooling over his cheeks. He made a decision, and it didn't make his clanmates cry. Didn't bring them despair or death. No need to worry about their well beings nor the well being of their family or mates. No Queen had to pray to Starclan that their son would come back safe. His choice didn't hurt anyone. Didn't kill anyone. They were smiling because of something he did.

Well… this was unusual. Cedarsprint was padding into camp from a patrol, and that alone wasn't the unusual bit but rather… the part about how he was engaging in clan activities, actually present around RiverClan. He wasn't off adventuring, exploring some new horizon, he wasn't even thinking about doing that much anymore when the days of feeling like a stranger among his clanmates were becoming less everyday. It was a strange paradox that he'd felt alienated and alone in his own home Clan, but it was gradually shifting, like a new take on something that'd been here all along.

He supposed some of that could be attributed to Fallenstar making RiverClan feel like the place he belonged once more, a genuine internal warmth that'd eluded him for moons but was rising like a steadily-growing flame, his passion for serving his clan reignited. Cedarsprint's loyalty may have wavered over the past several moons of his life, but now, he was feeling the dedication for RiverClan prevailing. Along with the sense of accomplishment, he wondered… maybe, if Fallenstar had noticed, or if it was 'another clanmate' to him. It was a point of intrigue since Fallenstar himself had been adamant about this and expressed his desire to have him around, but Cedarsprint wasn't sure if that extended beyond his authority, his sense of duty that forced him to care for his clanmates and ensure his clan was thriving above the others. And if that was the case, he really didn't blame him and figured Fallenstar had every right to be proud of that considering RiverClan was thriving these days — it seemed like the old times, when RiverClan wasn't being chased from their territory. It was the perfect promise of a smooth greenleaf and better moons to come, and he was glad he could be around for it instead of on a never-ending, wanderer's trail.

Shifting his attention to the camp, it was alive as ever and seemingly in good spirits, a vast difference from when he'd first returned and everybody was on edge. This felt more… normal, definitely like home — and that itch to leave? It was silent for once as Cedarsprint felt a smile touch his muzzle. Maybe things weren't perfect, but they were better than they had been in what felt like forever, and that was a rejuvenating feeling that he couldn't get enough of. And, upon spotting Fallenstar trekking into his den, a burst of joy exploded in his heart as it appeared he was experiencing the same delight. Not that Cedarsprint would pretend for a second that he truly grasped what his perception of this, it had to be a huge relief after everything he'd been through at the helm of leading them through the disasters.

As if on autopilot, his paws were carrying him closer to the mouth of the den until he determined it would be strange to walk away again without saying a word. It would be weird to look into the den, stare, then leave. Fallenstar would realize his scent was here anyway, so there was no use in trying to slip away. "Hey," he meowed in greeting, blurting it out before he'd even thought about what a private moment he could be interrupting. The amendment was brief and almost sheepish, but the faintest traces of a grin were still apparent on his expression. "Sorry if you were busy. It's a pretty nice day though, huh?" Maybe not to where Fallenstar would be emotional over it, but that was pretty much the best excuse he could think of. In a playful murmur, he added, "But then again… if it wasn't, I'm not sure you would've been out there in the camp showing off your pelt in the sunlight. Looks good on you, by the way." Cedarsprint couldn't deliver that without the smallest of chuckles, brushing his tail over Fallenstar's shoulder to demonstrate the jesting nature of the remark.

[Starfall]

Well… this was unusual. Cedarsprint was padding into camp from a patrol, and that alone wasn't the unusual bit but rather… the part about how he was engaging in clan activities, actually present around RiverClan. He wasn't off adventuring, exploring some new horizon, he wasn't even thinking about doing that much anymore when the days of feeling like a stranger among his clanmates were becoming less everyday. It was a strange paradox that he'd felt alienated and alone in his own home Clan, but it was gradually shifting, like a new take on something that'd been here all along.

He supposed some of that could be attributed to Fallenstar making RiverClan feel like the place he belonged once more, a genuine internal warmth that'd eluded him for moons but was rising like a steadily-growing flame, his passion for serving his clan reignited. Cedarsprint's loyalty may have wavered over the past several moons of his life, but now, he was feeling the dedication for RiverClan prevailing. Along with the sense of accomplishment, he wondered… maybe, if Fallenstar had noticed, or if it was 'another clanmate' to him. It was a point of intrigue since Fallenstar himself had been adamant about this and expressed his desire to have him around, but Cedarsprint wasn't sure if that extended beyond his authority, his sense of duty that forced him to care for his clanmates and ensure his clan was thriving above the others. And if that was the case, he really didn't blame him and figured Fallenstar had every right to be proud of that considering RiverClan was thriving these days — it seemed like the old times, when RiverClan wasn't being chased from their territory. It was the perfect promise of a smooth greenleaf and better moons to come, and he was glad he could be around for it instead of on a never-ending, wanderer's trail.

Shifting his attention to the camp, it was alive as ever and seemingly in good spirits, a vast difference from when he'd first returned and everybody was on edge. This felt more… normal, definitely like home — and that itch to leave? It was silent for once as Cedarsprint felt a smile touch his muzzle. Maybe things weren't perfect, but they were better than they had been in what felt like forever, and that was a rejuvenating feeling that he couldn't get enough of. And, upon spotting Fallenstar trekking into his den, a burst of joy exploded in his heart as it appeared he was experiencing the same delight. Not that Cedarsprint would pretend for a second that he truly grasped what his perception of this, it had to be a huge relief after everything he'd been through at the helm of leading them through the disasters.

As if on autopilot, his paws were carrying him closer to the mouth of the den until he determined it would be strange to walk away again without saying a word. It would be weird to look into the den, stare, then leave. Fallenstar would realize his scent was here anyway, so there was no use in trying to slip away. "Hey," he meowed in greeting, blurting it out before he'd even thought about what a private moment he could be interrupting. The amendment was brief and almost sheepish, but the faintest traces of a grin were still apparent on his expression. "Sorry if you were busy. It's a pretty nice day though, huh?" Maybe not to where Fallenstar would be emotional over it, but that was pretty much the best excuse he could think of. In a playful murmur, he added, "But then again… if it wasn't, I'm not sure you would've been out there in the camp showing off your pelt in the sunlight. Looks good on you, by the way." Cedarsprint couldn't deliver that without the smallest of chuckles, brushing his tail over Fallenstar's shoulder to demonstrate the jesting nature of the remark.

His ears swiveled as he heard the faint pattering of pawsteps approaching his den, with that he quickly rubbed his eyes. Once he realized who it was, he visibly relaxed, shoulders dropping, exhaling through his nose. He gave the warrior a flash of a smile as a hello, than began to lick his chest fur, making himself somewhat presentable. He didn't realize just how messy his fur was. It was sticking up in so many spots, bits of moss and twigs tangled up in the thick fur. "I wasn't...really I suppose." he said, pausing his cleaning as the brown tom continued.
It didn't register at first, what Cedarsprint had said. But after a moment he felt his pelt grow hot, ears folded back and a rather flabbergasted expression blossomed on his face. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to compliment back? He'd never been...complimented before. Of course maybe it wasn't a compliment, maybe he was just poking fun? It was Cedarsprint after all. After a minute or so of fumbling over his words, and hissing after biting his tongue in the confusion, "The sun looks much better on brown than black." he managed to fumble out. It was a poor attempt at a compliment. Throughout the whole ordeal the leaders tail had been thumping against the stone ground beneath him. Nervousness? Most likely. He wasn't used to ... this. Wasn't used to holding a conversation, not as long as he held one with the warrior. He wasn't used to sleeping right next to someone. Wasn't used to listening to a heartbeat as he fell asleep nightmare free for that night, actually getting a good nights rest.
Clearing his throat, Fallenstar rested his shoulder against the brown warrior's "I don't think I saw you in the swimming competition. Did you participate?" he asked. Of course it was hard to watch all the other's with Lionstorm's little hissy fit in the middle of it all. Thinking about it made the ebony tom roll his shoulders back n let out a long sigh, eyes closed and brows knit together. That was a long, long competition.

[Fawn]

His ears swiveled as he heard the faint pattering of pawsteps approaching his den, with that he quickly rubbed his eyes. Once he realized who it was, he visibly relaxed, shoulders dropping, exhaling through his nose. He gave the warrior a flash of a smile as a hello, than began to lick his chest fur, making himself somewhat presentable. He didn't realize just how messy his fur was. It was sticking up in so many spots, bits of moss and twigs tangled up in the thick fur. "I wasn't...really I suppose." he said, pausing his cleaning as the brown tom continued.
It didn't register at first, what Cedarsprint had said. But after a moment he felt his pelt grow hot, ears folded back and a rather flabbergasted expression blossomed on his face. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to compliment back? He'd never been...complimented before. Of course maybe it wasn't a compliment, maybe he was just poking fun? It was Cedarsprint after all. After a minute or so of fumbling over his words, and hissing after biting his tongue in the confusion, "The sun looks much better on brown than black." he managed to fumble out. It was a poor attempt at a compliment. Throughout the whole ordeal the leaders tail had been thumping against the stone ground beneath him. Nervousness? Most likely. He wasn't used to ... this. Wasn't used to holding a conversation, not as long as he held one with the warrior. He wasn't used to sleeping right next to someone. Wasn't used to listening to a heartbeat as he fell asleep nightmare free for that night, actually getting a good nights rest.
Clearing his throat, Fallenstar rested his shoulder against the brown warrior's "I don't think I saw you in the swimming competition. Did you participate?" he asked. Of course it was hard to watch all the other's with Lionstorm's little hissy fit in the middle of it all. Thinking about it made the ebony tom roll his shoulders back n let out a long sigh, eyes closed and brows knit together. That was a long, long competition.

If he wasn't busy before, Fallenstar seemed like he was intent on being busy now as he groomed himself, and Cedarsprint looked down at himself, inwardly wondering if he needed to bathe as well. "You know," he said easily, slightly amused, "you don't have to do that. I didn't come in here to make sure your chest fur was licked down in every spot." He might not have noticed anything was amiss if attention hadn't been drawn to it, yet he was still more concerned over the fact that all of his fur was having a bad hair day. "If you need help going through it..." the offer dwindled until he was trailing off, but made it no less valid as he thought Fallenstar just might not have enough hours in the day to deal with his luscious locks.

"Huh," he commented in mild intrigue at the returned compliment, though it went over Cedarsprint's head that Fallenstar could be referring to him. "I guess I haven't noticed. Can't say I spend my time looking at that many brown-furred cats." There was a hanging implication attached to the statement that he didn't elaborate on since he assumed it'd be caught anyway, Fallenstar rarely let things like that slide through his cognitions aloofly.

Cedarsprint shook his head but was careful to avoid dislodging Fallenstar from his place of choice on his shoulder; he'd be lying if he claimed he didn't like it as well, so he was extra diligent in ensuring it didn't end a moment too soon. "Nah, I thought I'd just spectate. I couldn't have to see me flailing around in the water like a drowning ThunderClanner, after all." Not that his swimming ability was bad in any aspect, but he liked the idea of striking humility. "You'd probably have to jump in and save me."

As their topics of grooming, pelts in the sunlight, and swimming competitions swirled in his mind, he came to a rather chortle-worthy conclusion that had him snickering under his breath and probably causing Fallenstar to wonder why he was making that noise. Entertained at the mere notion, he announced, "Maybe it's time for RiverClan to have a beauty contest."

[Starfall]

If he wasn't busy before, Fallenstar seemed like he was intent on being busy now as he groomed himself, and Cedarsprint looked down at himself, inwardly wondering if he needed to bathe as well. "You know," he said easily, slightly amused, "you don't have to do that. I didn't come in here to make sure your chest fur was licked down in every spot." He might not have noticed anything was amiss if attention hadn't been drawn to it, yet he was still more concerned over the fact that all of his fur was having a bad hair day. "If you need help going through it..." the offer dwindled until he was trailing off, but made it no less valid as he thought Fallenstar just might not have enough hours in the day to deal with his luscious locks.

"Huh," he commented in mild intrigue at the returned compliment, though it went over Cedarsprint's head that Fallenstar could be referring to him. "I guess I haven't noticed. Can't say I spend my time looking at that many brown-furred cats." There was a hanging implication attached to the statement that he didn't elaborate on since he assumed it'd be caught anyway, Fallenstar rarely let things like that slide through his cognitions aloofly.

Cedarsprint shook his head but was careful to avoid dislodging Fallenstar from his place of choice on his shoulder; he'd be lying if he claimed he didn't like it as well, so he was extra diligent in ensuring it didn't end a moment too soon. "Nah, I thought I'd just spectate. I couldn't have to see me flailing around in the water like a drowning ThunderClanner, after all." Not that his swimming ability was bad in any aspect, but he liked the idea of striking humility. "You'd probably have to jump in and save me."

As their topics of grooming, pelts in the sunlight, and swimming competitions swirled in his mind, he came to a rather chortle-worthy conclusion that had him snickering under his breath and probably causing Fallenstar to wonder why he was making that noise. Entertained at the mere notion, he announced, "Maybe it's time for RiverClan to have a beauty contest."


(woa color change uwu )
He continued to attempt at taming his fur, giving the warrior a glace before lifting his head. "If you'd like." he mumbled. He wouldn't say 'yes please.' Or anything of the sort, his pelt was a mess, even he didn't want to work on it. He didn't even notice it was so messy up until he heard Cedarsprint walk in, now it was like he could spot every single thing that was wrong. The tangles, the knots, tufts sticking up. Why so sudden? He had never really cared about how he looked, unless he was going to the gathering or making an announcement. Now, apparently, he can add something else to that list.

He didn't get it. Well of course he wouldn't get it he didn't deliver it well. Of course, that didn't mean it made it any less embarassing. He hid his face in the warriors shoulder, fur fluffing out a bit. Maybe he just did it wrong, he'd never complimented back really before. "Just happen to catch my eye." he mumbled out. What was he supposed to say? This wasn't good for his health, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Why was this so nerve wracking? They were just talking about pelts and sun and swimming. It wasn't like he was swimming up stream or anything. Why was he so out of breath?

As he began to give his reasons for the lack of participation during the New Leaf Celebration Fallenstar looked up at him, amusement danced across his features. "I'm sure you swim just fine. Drowning, on the other hand, I would rather you not do. Ended up saving Lionstorm because Minnowscreech thought it'd be funny to throw a stick." he sighed, leaning more into Cedarsprint. He may have been exaggerating right there, he didn't really hop in and save the, at the time, warrior. "But...I wouldn't mind going in again." his words got quieter and quieter, mashed together as he shifted to look down at his paws. Maybe this one would work? Did he say it...clear enough? He couldn't tell his mind was going a million miles a minute. Of course he'd experianced something similar...sleepless nights and buzzing voices. This was different, it was warmer.

By the second time his head bumped, rather harshly, against the brown felines shoulder he looked back up, giving him a confused look. What was so funny? Was it something he said? Maybe it was how he said it? The leader narrowed his eyes and flattened his ears. It wasn't that funny, what he said. But than the tabby finally said what was on his mind. He took a second to register just what exactly he had said. After a solid minute a smile tugged at his lips. "Beauty contest?" he echoed, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Like, who can bring the prettiest shell?"

[Fawn]

(woa color change uwu )
He continued to attempt at taming his fur, giving the warrior a glace before lifting his head. "If you'd like." he mumbled. He wouldn't say 'yes please.' Or anything of the sort, his pelt was a mess, even he didn't want to work on it. He didn't even notice it was so messy up until he heard Cedarsprint walk in, now it was like he could spot every single thing that was wrong. The tangles, the knots, tufts sticking up. Why so sudden? He had never really cared about how he looked, unless he was going to the gathering or making an announcement. Now, apparently, he can add something else to that list.

He didn't get it. Well of course he wouldn't get it he didn't deliver it well. Of course, that didn't mean it made it any less embarassing. He hid his face in the warriors shoulder, fur fluffing out a bit. Maybe he just did it wrong, he'd never complimented back really before. "Just happen to catch my eye." he mumbled out. What was he supposed to say? This wasn't good for his health, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Why was this so nerve wracking? They were just talking about pelts and sun and swimming. It wasn't like he was swimming up stream or anything. Why was he so out of breath?

As he began to give his reasons for the lack of participation during the New Leaf Celebration Fallenstar looked up at him, amusement danced across his features. "I'm sure you swim just fine. Drowning, on the other hand, I would rather you not do. Ended up saving Lionstorm because Minnowscreech thought it'd be funny to throw a stick." he sighed, leaning more into Cedarsprint. He may have been exaggerating right there, he didn't really hop in and save the, at the time, warrior. "But...I wouldn't mind going in again." his words got quieter and quieter, mashed together as he shifted to look down at his paws. Maybe this one would work? Did he say it...clear enough? He couldn't tell his mind was going a million miles a minute. Of course he'd experianced something similar...sleepless nights and buzzing voices. This was different, it was warmer.

By the second time his head bumped, rather harshly, against the brown felines shoulder he looked back up, giving him a confused look. What was so funny? Was it something he said? Maybe it was how he said it? The leader narrowed his eyes and flattened his ears. It wasn't that funny, what he said. But than the tabby finally said what was on his mind. He took a second to register just what exactly he had said. After a solid minute a smile tugged at his lips. "Beauty contest?" he echoed, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Like, who can bring the prettiest shell?"

Because Fallen-speak was a specialty of his, Cedarsprint inwardly translated his response to, 'yes I would love that' since 'if you'd like' was as close as he was going to get to that. "Could always find a thorny bush and do away with it," he jokingly suggested as he began to straight a few of the tangles and licking other spots back into place. It wasn't a judgmental endeavor when he doubted he could manage the upkeep of fur that was as long as this. "I don't think it'd matter too much since it's greenleaf and everything would grow back before leafbare comes around again, but I do suppose you'd get a lot of chuckles over it. They wouldn't be laughing if they knew how much work this was." It was something Cedarsprint was quickly learning in the couple minutes he'd been attempting to sift through Fallenstar's fur. "You might want to stay away from the nursery for a while, I think it's possible that small kits might get lost in it."

He brightened at the comment. "They should consider themselves lucky," he said easily, a small laugh trailing after. "I guess not every cat would consider themselves lucky to have the attention of the leader on them, but still. Might as well live up to the conceited RiverClan stereotype, right? We wouldn't want to disappoint the other Clans by coming up short." Cedarsprint had no complaints, just when Fallenstar was too busy with other things or wrapped in his own concerns to be sharing with him. That's when they had a problem because Vitamin Cedarsprint wasn't optional.

"That's not a bad suggestion, I'd rather I not drown either. Do I get a personal escort to make sure that doesn't happen?" Before Fallenstar could reply, he was humming, contemplating. "But who could it be? A strong swimmer is required, so maybe... someone who's had a lot of practice and moons of experience, a real take-charge attitude. I might know a tom." Cedarsprint finished his spiel with a knowing look cast at Fallenstar, his thoughtful expression melting into something softer, amused. "Minnowscreech thought that'd be funny?" he said in mock exasperation, shaking his head before grinning. "Well, he was right." His interactions with Lionstorm hadn't been negative per se, but they were enough to prevent him from feeling badly about this particular tragic event in the golden feline's life.

Whereas it may've been nerve-wracking before to sit in the stone cold gaze of Fallenstar, Cedarsprint couldn't say that he minded it anymore or felt the sting of intimidation gnawing at him. This was... comfortable, oddly enough, and he wanted to keep it that way after previously drifting apart. "Sure," he agreed flippantly, "or who can grow the prettiest pelt, that was more along the lines of my thinking." Beauty came in plenty of forms that he could only imagine were infinite, but he was humored by the thought especially since he was currently working through the pelt of a certain fluffy black cat who had enough fur to keep the entire Clan warm for at least two leaf bares.

[lio]

Rosewater slid into Fallenstar's den, looking around in awe. Despite it being just a regular den, she had never been in it before, and it felt like an honor to even look inside of it. The pressure of making it look nice was weighing on her shoulders even more now. Even so, she padded into the dim den and looked around, searching for needed repairs. She found a few places that she could easily fix with a few reeds, but otherwise, there wasn't much else to do. The den was in great shape after all. Her tail swished and she walked back over to the entrance, poking her head out and calling to Palmdrop. "There's not much that needs to be done in here, but after reeds are collected, I'm going to need help placing them. I can collect them, though. I'm just not strong enough to make sure they're in place correctly." Rosewater stated, ears flattening sheepishly.


ItsATryp

[appariitiion]

Rosewater slid into Fallenstar's den, looking around in awe. Despite it being just a regular den, she had never been in it before, and it felt like an honor to even look inside of it. The pressure of making it look nice was weighing on her shoulders even more now. Even so, she padded into the dim den and looked around, searching for needed repairs. She found a few places that she could easily fix with a few reeds, but otherwise, there wasn't much else to do. The den was in great shape after all. Her tail swished and she walked back over to the entrance, poking her head out and calling to Palmdrop. "There's not much that needs to be done in here, but after reeds are collected, I'm going to need help placing them. I can collect them, though. I'm just not strong enough to make sure they're in place correctly." Rosewater stated, ears flattening sheepishly.


Palmdrop continued to eye the outside of the den as Rosewater peeked her head out. "Same on the outside, really. There's a few rough spots but they're small, and some places that need touching up," he meowed in response, giving her a nod. "Oh, no, I understand! I'll help you in any way you'd like me to. Say, there may be some reeds ready and up for grabs already 'cause I think some cats went out to collect, although I don't know for sure. If not, I'd be happy to help you get some. We can bring back more together."

[lio]

Palmdrop continued to eye the outside of the den as Rosewater peeked her head out. "Same on the outside, really. There's a few rough spots but they're small, and some places that need touching up," he meowed in response, giving her a nod. "Oh, no, I understand! I'll help you in any way you'd like me to. Say, there may be some reeds ready and up for grabs already 'cause I think some cats went out to collect, although I don't know for sure. If not, I'd be happy to help you get some. We can bring back more together."

Nodding, she smiled and looked toward the center of the clearing where a small pile of reeds had been build. She stepped from the den and made her way over, grabbing a few in her maw and padding back to Fallenstar's den. "Alright, this should be enough," Rosewater mewed, dropping them, "I can show you what places need filled and then you can place 'em? Does that work?" Her paws dug into the ground, claws scraping against it with embarrassment. "I'm sorry you'll need to do it, I'm not much help in the strength department." She smiled shyly and looked toward her paws.

[appariitiion]

Nodding, she smiled and looked toward the center of the clearing where a small pile of reeds had been build. She stepped from the den and made her way over, grabbing a few in her maw and padding back to Fallenstar's den. "Alright, this should be enough," Rosewater mewed, dropping them, "I can show you what places need filled and then you can place 'em? Does that work?" Her paws dug into the ground, claws scraping against it with embarrassment. "I'm sorry you'll need to do it, I'm not much help in the strength department." She smiled shyly and looked toward her paws.


Palmdrop hummed, watching her bring some reeds back. "Awesome, thanks," he meowed, offering her a smile. He glanced over at the den, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Of course, that's alright!" He replied, gaze turning back to her. "No need to apologize, it isn't your fault. Besides, I've got a lotta energy in me. It'll be good to get some of it out." His tone was friendly and his tail swished back and forth. "Where first, then? We can start with the inside!"

[lio]

Palmdrop hummed, watching her bring some reeds back. "Awesome, thanks," he meowed, offering her a smile. He glanced over at the den, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Of course, that's alright!" He replied, gaze turning back to her. "No need to apologize, it isn't your fault. Besides, I've got a lotta energy in me. It'll be good to get some of it out." His tone was friendly and his tail swished back and forth. "Where first, then? We can start with the inside!"

Swishing her tail, she nodded and lead Palmdrop into the den. Immediately, she made her way toward the far back of the den, reaching up and placing a paw on the wall. Her paw moved around until she felt a small crack higher up on the wall. Rosewater smiled and said, "Here," before stepping down and allowing Palmdrop to do his work. As he did so, she went off to find more cracks and places that needed to be repaired, a spark of delight in her chest as she felt helpful to her Clan.

[Starfall]

Dipper

He shifted as Cedarsprint began to help in his attempt to tame his fur. When the warrior started grooming, all of the leaders responses became nothing but a pile of 'Mhm's and head nods. This was peaceful. It was nice, relaxing. He began to drown in it. But, it wasn't the lung filling, fear endusing, panic stricken drowning. No, this wrapped around him and warmed him up, from the inside out, type drown. He stopped his own grooming as he began to lean into Cedarsprints subconciously. He could get used to this. But Starclan forbid he say that out loud.

He didn't realize the brown tabby was actually talking. He didn't realize he closed his eyes, and he didn't realize he had stopped licking. Emberassed, he began to focus heavily on one spot in particular on his chest. It was already groomed and nice, there was no need to lick it. But it was on the opposite side of where the warrior was facing. He came back into reality while his companion began to explain what he meant by 'fashion show.' The concept alone puzzled the leader, 'Who could grow the prettiest pelt? Were they not all pretty?' "Grow hm? That seems like an odd competition." He mumbled to himself.

Fallenstar was about to go further into the strange competition the warrior brought up, but the padding of paws caught his attention. A pair of pawsteps to be exact. 'LIONSTORM!' he yelled internally. Thats right. The deputy was doing camp expansions. Making a decision based off his emberassment, the heat of the moment, and his brain not actually functioning correctly (but when is it ever when Cedarsprint is involved?) the leader gave the poor warrior a kick in the site, scrambled up and managed to get up just in time. Just as Palmdrop and Rosewater poked their heads in. His fur was fluffed up even more so than usual, and his heart was pounding so fast he was almost positive the others could hear it to. "May I suggest announcing your coming rather than just waltzing in?" he snapped, still trying to calm himself down.

Why was it so bad for them to come in while he was being groomed? It was just Cedarsprint, his apprenticehood friend. It was nothing new, nothing anyone else doesn't do. After a minute the burly feline let out a sigh and shook his head. "Though I appreciate the work you are putting in. Let me know if help is needed and I'll help right away. I'm sure Cedarsprint wont mind either...no?" he asked, turning to his, probably rather annoyed, compantion. Giving him an apologetic look. Ears folded to the sides of his head.

lacumaru ItsATryp

[appariitiion]

lacumaru Starfall
Palmdrop's face turned hot from embarrassment, gaze turning to Fallenstar. "Um... yeah, sorry. We didn't think..." The tom trailed off, wanting to curl up and hide forever at that moment. He sighed in relief when the leader's tone seemed to relax a bit, though. "Oh, thank you, but we don't need any help, I don't think," he meowed, glancing over at Rosewater for confirmation. "If you'd like, we can work on the outside first, so we don't, er... disturb you as much at the moment?"

[Fawn]

Although his efforts were split equally between taming the wild mane of Fallenstar and ignoring how much he enjoyed this, Cedarsprint was finding himself in the midst of the same tranquil serenity that his companion was experiencing from the soothing interaction. Which was for practical reasons, he assured himself, but they could still relish in the other joys that it produced. He didn't mind that the conversation drifted and stalled as Fallenstar gave mindless replies, hardly able to care at all when he was happy to fill the silence in between brushing a rough tongue over silky black fluff. As his mind wandered, he couldn't exactly recall if things had been like this before the divide in their relationship--a thought that had his stomach churned with slight unease--but he was pretty sure they hadn't been bathing one another. That was new.

"Does it?" he questioned idly as Fallenstar seemed puzzled by his idea of the pelts. "I guess you'd have to tell me, considering you're the one who prefers the brown pelts." That was with a quizzical look that bordered on playful, but he didn't continue that train of thought when he started to hear shuffling, then voices entering the den. Curiosity had him paused in his ministrations but not quite to the point of abandoning his task since he was rather fond of this activity; if it was simple commotion in the clearing, it'd pass momentarily. But it seemed his better judgment had eluded him: for one, the noise was in the den and coming closer and secondly, he really should've moved since he suffered the consequences of inaction through a kick. A 'hmph!' of discomfort burst from Cedarsprint as the impact delivered a sharp pain into his side, and he clumsily scrambled away from Fallenstar. Yet his hasty retreat had very little to do with being assaulted, much more to do with the additional pair of cats in the den.

Quickly picking himself up, Cedarsprint was similarly on edge as he stared at them through pinpricked pupils, a wide gaze that was a silent demand to know why they'd entered. It took a special kind of courage to bound into a leaders' den, but he was more concerned with the fact they'd interrupted him and Fallenstar. That thought alone had heat burning under the surface of his pelt since it implied their exchange had been that of an intimately private sort, and it was-- especially for them, but he was reluctant to perceive it as such when grooming was an incredibly widespread activity that everyone partook in. Nothing unusual, except the fact that it was them. Yeah, okay, that was unusual.

The flustered and mildly embarrassed daze eventually wore off enough that Cedarsprint could focus on the present, realizing he was being spoken to as Fallenstar extended their assistance. "Sure," he agreed on instinct, albeit shakily. "I'd be happy to lend a paw. Whose den are we invading next? I'm not sure how we'll fit in Blazingstar's since he has half WindClan's she-cats in there." The statement was sputtered out in a nervous chuckle, his eyes averted. Already, he was scooting toward the mouth of the den with intentions of leaving and probably hiding somewhere for the next hundred moons. "Anyway, I'll get on that, working on the other dens." As if it needed an awkward clarification. Brushing it off, Cedarsprint scooted the remaining distance to hurriedly disappear into the camp.

Starfall ; lacumaru ; ItsATryp

[lio]

Rosewater squeaked as she heard Fallenstar's voice booming throughout the den. Her tail fluffed up, fur bristling from being both startled and embarrassment. Turning around, she looked at Fallenstar and Cedarsprint, though the warrior rushed from the den quickly. Her ears flattened down and she looked to her paws, pelt hot. "S-Sorry- We just thought- I didn't mean to- I'm sorry-" Rosewater shuffled her paws, gulping down the thickening lump in her throat. She felt herself want to sink into the ground and disappear, feeling the Leader's gaze on her. Having already felt embarrassed due to her not being able to help because of her condition, being yelled at by the highest power of her Clan after breaking a rule only made it worse. "I won't do it again, I'm sorry." She lifted her gaze slightly, cowering into herself as she awaited Fallenstar's next bout of yelling, if there was one. Right now, it was only her and Fallenstar's glare in her mind.
"I only wanted to help..."

Starfall ItsATryp

[appariitiion]

lacumaru {so sorry i didnt respond i never got a notification you replied x.x this is super late so im just trying to hurry it up}
Fur still burning from embarrassment, Palmdrop's gaze turned to Rosewater awkwardly. "I guess we should finish up quickly," he meowed, ears pinned back. The tom didn't realize he could feel any worse, but when Cedarsprint left, he wanted to crumble. Hopefully this wasn't something the tom would ponder... After a quick moment, he awkwardly got back to work, pushing reeds in the den walls and trying to hurry it up. He didn't want to bother the leader more than he already had.

[lio]

She gave a sheepish nod in agreement and pointed out all the other places that needed fixed up. Once they were all filled in, she led Palmdrop outside to fill in the places he had found to need fixed. Rosewater then sat back, and with a smile, noticed that they had finished. "There! All done," she purred, waving her tail, "Good job. Though it seems like Lionstorm has better things to worry about so we shouldn't bother him, he'll figure out that we finished soon enough." She looked at Palmdrop and grinned.

ItsATryp


As Fennelnose stepped into the camp, Stormgaze followed soon after. She looked around the camp with her singular eye before nodding and jogging ahead to the Leader's Den. Her tail waved back and forth and she waited for the strange feline to catch up before clearing her throat and calling out to the leader. "Uh- Fallenstar? May I speak with you? I found this cat in our territory and thought it'd be good to bring them to you. They say their name is Fennelnose," she waited for an answer, glancing at the feline and shuffling her paws awkwardly. She hadn't needed to do this before, it felt new to her. Even when she was in SkyClan she never had to speak to the leader. Stormgaze swallowed the shy lump in her throat and peered through the darkness of the entrance of the den, hoping Fallenstar didn't snap at her.
pathos Starfall

[Starfall]

The leader had been sprawled out in the camp, drinking in what little sun there was, attempting to reach a comfortable temperature before snoozing off. His head was placed upon a forgotten moss ball, abandoned by the gang of kits, who were now sleeping in the nursery. However this ‘Lazy Sunday’ seemed as though it was going to come to an end. Ears perked as a clanmate, they looked like Stormgaze, brought an u familiar face through camp, and up to his den.

He assumed that they were going to be a new member, since no one could be stupid enough to just waltz into the middle of their camp. With a grunt the burly feline picked himself up and followed after the pair. As he heard the warrior call his name he piped up from behind “Yes you may, you can go on in.” He huffed as he picked himself up the last little slope. He shot the molly a questioning gaze “I’m sure you could ask Grousestar as well, since we’re sharing now. Oh whatever it doesn’t matter.” Fallenstar shook his head and nodded his head, letting them walk in first than following them. “What clan are you from Fenelnose?”

pathos lacumaru

[ameko]

Fennelnose's ears swiveled when they heard an unfamiliar voice, assuming it was the leader of RiverClan. They padded inside and settled back on their haunches. "Grousestar?" they breathed, unable to refrain from letting their confusion slip. They knew that name, they were sure of it. If only they could remember what Clan that cat hailed from. Shoving their uncertainty aside, they straightened their posture and looked at Fallenstar. "I'm from ThunderClan," they replied simply. Or they were in the past, anyway. Fennelnose's mind was still fuzzy, but they could feel the fog lifting with every word they spoke.

At the time, the only concrete things Fennelnose could remember were that: one, they were from ThunderClan; two, they felt a great amount of unease at the thought of returning to ThunderClan; and three, they woke up in a clearing with no memory of any events preceding. From time to time they thought they remembered seeing cats with starry pelts... but then, those obviously would've been StarClan cats, and that just wasn't plausible. They frowned. I'll see if I can remember anything else later. Not right now.

They took a deep breath. "I'd like to join RiverClan."

lacumaru Starfall

[BEAR.]

It didn't take long for Lionstorm to beeline it from the medicine cat den to the leaders' den.

"Grousestar," he called out to SkyClan leader. "That old medicine cat of yours is dead." Still couldn't quite remember his name, but it didn't matter anymore. "I'm having some cats collect him for vigil, and I'm going to announce it to the Clans."

Without waiting for a response, he was gone-- already headed for the Streamstone.
The Cannibal, Starfall

[lio]

Stormgaze flicked her gaze between the two cats, awkwardly standing aside to watch them speak. Her tail waved against the den's floor and she scanned the area, having never been in the den before. After Fennelnose gave their few words, she jumped slightly as the RiverClan deputy made his way into the den. Before she could react to his words, he left, and she looked back to Fallenstar and Fennelnose with a frown.
At the call of Lionstorm's voice on the Streamstone, she turned her attention to the entrance. "I should go listen to the announcement," Stormgaze mumbled before quickly slipping out of the den and into the RiverClan clearing, leaving Fennelnose to speak with Fallenstar alone.

pathos Starfall

[The Cannibal]

Dust

After Shinefang's vigil had come to its conclusion, Grousestar made good to his word to wait outside of the leaders den for his deputy to meet him there, if he hadn't already been seated outside when the vigil had concluded. He was tired, both mentally and physically, but right now he needed to speak to Frostflight. There was a lot to discuss, there was a lot to explain, and truthfully, a lot to learn from both sides. Hopefully their talk today could help open the air between the two, as currently it still felt somewhat awkward and not like how a deputy and leader should feel. They should be open and trusting, as friends were.
Once his deputy was with him, he'd pad inside and head to his own nest, steering clear of Fallenstar's portion of the den. Heaving out an audible exhale, he laid down, letting his weight sink into the comfort of the ferns, feathers and other various things that comprised his nest. For a moment, Grousestar would close his eyes, clearing his thoughts of grief, his fears of the future and his doubt. They didn't need to play a part in this conversation. Once his mind had been partially cleared, his eyes would open and he would fixate his emerald gaze upon the other tom, even offering a small, friendly smile.
"Right, we have a lot to discuss Frostflight. What would you like to start off with? There has to be a lot going through your mind right now, and I'm sorry that this long has gone by without a proper talk between us. But I'm here now, I'm here to talk for as long as you want, and I'll be here to talk as often as you need. I will never steer you wrong, that I can promise."

[Dust]

Dust

After Shinefang's vigil had come to its conclusion, Grousestar made good to his word to wait outside of the leaders den for his deputy to meet him there, if he hadn't already been seated outside when the vigil had concluded. He was tired, both mentally and physically, but right now he needed to speak to Frostflight. There was a lot to discuss, there was a lot to explain, and truthfully, a lot to learn from both sides. Hopefully their talk today could help open the air between the two, as currently it still felt somewhat awkward and not like how a deputy and leader should feel. They should be open and trusting, as friends were.
Once his deputy was with him, he'd pad inside and head to his own nest, steering clear of Fallenstar's portion of the den. Heaving out an audible exhale, he laid down, letting his weight sink into the comfort of the ferns, feathers and other various things that comprised his nest. For a moment, Grousestar would close his eyes, clearing his thoughts of grief, his fears of the future and his doubt. They didn't need to play a part in this conversation. Once his mind had been partially cleared, his eyes would open and he would fixate his emerald gaze upon the other tom, even offering a small, friendly smile.
"Right, we have a lot to discuss Frostflight. What would you like to start off with? There has to be a lot going through your mind right now, and I'm sorry that this long has gone by without a proper talk between us. But I'm here now, I'm here to talk for as long as you want, and I'll be here to talk as often as you need. I will never steer you wrong, that I can promise."

Their initial departure during Shinefang's vigil had given Frostflight an inkling of clarity, anxious excitement churning in his belly as he made his way towards the leader's den. He had so many questions to ask, so many things he wanted to learn... but as Grousestar came into sight, his thoughts began to jumble and his gut twisted with unfamiliarity. Silently, Frostflight followed Grousestar into the den. It felt wrong... unnatural even for him to be in here. Like he was breaking some unspoken rule. Wait, would he have to share this den with Lionstorm in the event they were both leaders? A silly thought, he'd probably be chased out of camp before then. Frostflight mirrored Grousestar's sigh with his own, watching as the older tabby settled comfortably into his nest. Steadily gazing at his paws, the deputy listened quietly as Grousestar spoke, lingering on each sentence like his life depended on it. He wasn't scared... wasn't intimidated... he just felt lost. Lost like he had felt as a kitten and apprentice and the thought of Grousestar becoming a parental figurehead scared him. What if his leader died as well because of his mistakes or wrongdoings? What if he brought shame to Skyclan?

"I-" He started, icy eyes rising to meet Grouse's emerald gaze. His smile was comforting. "I had everything planned out in my head... but now I'm not sure what to ask." Frostflight admitted, turning his gaze downwards once more. Could he even speak about these thoughts to Grousestar? Would it be professional of him to become so vulnerable in front of him... " I suppose I want to know what my purpose is now that Skyclan is merged with Riverclan. I see Lionstorm doing announcements... patrols and ceremonies. Am I allowed to do that?" One question at a time for now.

[The Cannibal]

Their initial departure during Shinefang's vigil had given Frostflight an inkling of clarity, anxious excitement churning in his belly as he made his way towards the leader's den. He had so many questions to ask, so many things he wanted to learn... but as Grousestar came into sight, his thoughts began to jumble and his gut twisted with unfamiliarity. Silently, Frostflight followed Grousestar into the den. It felt wrong... unnatural even for him to be in here. Like he was breaking some unspoken rule. Wait, would he have to share this den with Lionstorm in the event they were both leaders? A silly thought, he'd probably be chased out of camp before then. Frostflight mirrored Grousestar's sigh with his own, watching as the older tabby settled comfortably into his nest. Steadily gazing at his paws, the deputy listened quietly as Grousestar spoke, lingering on each sentence like his life depended on it. He wasn't scared... wasn't intimidated... he just felt lost. Lost like he had felt as a kitten and apprentice and the thought of Grousestar becoming a parental figurehead scared him. What if his leader died as well because of his mistakes or wrongdoings? What if he brought shame to Skyclan?

"I-" He started, icy eyes rising to meet Grouse's emerald gaze. His smile was comforting. "I had everything planned out in my head... but now I'm not sure what to ask." Frostflight admitted, turning his gaze downwards once more. Could he even speak about these thoughts to Grousestar? Would it be professional of him to become so vulnerable in front of him... " I suppose I want to know what my purpose is now that Skyclan is merged with Riverclan. I see Lionstorm doing announcements... patrols and ceremonies. Am I allowed to do that?" One question at a time for now.
Silence settled into the brown tabby as he waited for his deputy to speak, his gaze easy and unwavering, and his smile unfaltering. Being the social cat he once was, he understood that sometimes silence and direct eye contact could make others nervous, and if Frostflight gave off that impression he would be sure to divert his gaze at varying intervals. But for now, it just appeared as if the other tom was trying to get his thoughts together, try and decide how he wanted to start. Frostflight started, met his gaze and then faltered, admitting that he wasn't sure what he wanted to ask. The leader would nod his head in understanding, remaining silent though. He wasn't going to pressure the tom into asking a question, it wouldn't be the same. Looking away as his deputy did, Grousestar tried to prep himself for possible questions, so that he wouldn't appear so unsure or surprised by them. After all, he was setting an example for Frostflight, he was Frostflight's guideline for when he became leader. A leader needed to be relaxed, sure of his answer and ready to provide answers when they were asked. So when the question was finally asked, Grousestar returned his gaze to the tom.

"You certainly are. Though we are joined in territory and living quarters, you still have all of the duties and permissions as any other deputy. You're no longer responsible for Riverclan, but Skyclan instead. Your announcements will be for Skyclan cats, ceremonies for Skyclan cats, patrols for Skyclan cats. It is a good question though, I feel others may share your confusion.
Clans are normally separated by territory, so what happens when you have two together? Nothing really, I am still leader, I still lead Skyclan, and you are their deputy, you still perform your duties. Essentially we are separate but together, Riverclan and Skyclan." The answer came easily, he had time to think this over. Because even he, when making the final decision to join Riverclan in territory, had questions about how they would be separated. And he came to realize that territory meant nothing, it was who you were lead by, who you lived with, it was the cats that made the clan, not the land. They didn't stop being Skyclan when they moved here from the mountains, they were still the clan they were, and it was no different when they moved in with Riverclan.

[Dust]

Silence settled into the brown tabby as he waited for his deputy to speak, his gaze easy and unwavering, and his smile unfaltering. Being the social cat he once was, he understood that sometimes silence and direct eye contact could make others nervous, and if Frostflight gave off that impression he would be sure to divert his gaze at varying intervals. But for now, it just appeared as if the other tom was trying to get his thoughts together, try and decide how he wanted to start. Frostflight started, met his gaze and then faltered, admitting that he wasn't sure what he wanted to ask. The leader would nod his head in understanding, remaining silent though. He wasn't going to pressure the tom into asking a question, it wouldn't be the same. Looking away as his deputy did, Grousestar tried to prep himself for possible questions, so that he wouldn't appear so unsure or surprised by them. After all, he was setting an example for Frostflight, he was Frostflight's guideline for when he became leader. A leader needed to be relaxed, sure of his answer and ready to provide answers when they were asked. So when the question was finally asked, Grousestar returned his gaze to the tom.

"You certainly are. Though we are joined in territory and living quarters, you still have all of the duties and permissions as any other deputy. You're no longer responsible for Riverclan, but Skyclan instead. Your announcements will be for Skyclan cats, ceremonies for Skyclan cats, patrols for Skyclan cats. It is a good question though, I feel others may share your confusion.
Clans are normally separated by territory, so what happens when you have two together? Nothing really, I am still leader, I still lead Skyclan, and you are their deputy, you still perform your duties. Essentially we are separate but together, Riverclan and Skyclan." The answer came easily, he had time to think this over. Because even he, when making the final decision to join Riverclan in territory, had questions about how they would be separated. And he came to realize that territory meant nothing, it was who you were lead by, who you lived with, it was the cats that made the clan, not the land. They didn't stop being Skyclan when they moved here from the mountains, they were still the clan they were, and it was no different when they moved in with Riverclan.

"Really? I can do all that?" It was easy to see the surprise light up on his face as he half-mumbled the question to himself. Though as he absorbed the information from Grousestar, Frostflight's demeanor seemed to change completely. His muscles relaxed from their tensed position as he met the other's gaze with a nervous smile. There was something scary about how comforting Grouse was, but he wouldn't complain at all. With all the chaos of the move, Lion snapping at every turn, and Fallen's complete silence towards him... Frostflight felt validated. It felt good to know others shared his confusion, his worry. The interpretation Grousestar shared with him made sense and for a moment his belly swirled with guilt at the thought of his friends in Riverclan... Snowybreeze, Mintflower, Fawnpaw and even Lionstorm. Would he have to renounce his relationships to preserve the Skyclan name? It was silly, but the feline found himself choked up at the thought.. He didn't want to leave them behind so easily, especially not Snowybreeze...

"I suppose it would have been easier if I was originally from Skyclan," he commented in amusement, though his ear flattened against his head, giving away his disappointment. "I feel like I'm on the fence right now... Riverclan doesn't like me because I betrayed them and Skyclan is wary of me because I'm originally from Riverclan..." Frostflight gave an awkward lick of his chest fur before letting out a quiet sigh. There was no use worrying about it for now. He was here to learn from Grousestar, they could chat about their problems later! "So," his words were slow with thought, "I know that it's my duty to perform ceremonies, conduct patrols and make announcements, but is there anything else I should know? Er... any other responsibilities?"

[The Cannibal]

"Really? I can do all that?" It was easy to see the surprise light up on his face as he half-mumbled the question to himself. Though as he absorbed the information from Grousestar, Frostflight's demeanor seemed to change completely. His muscles relaxed from their tensed position as he met the other's gaze with a nervous smile. There was something scary about how comforting Grouse was, but he wouldn't complain at all. With all the chaos of the move, Lion snapping at every turn, and Fallen's complete silence towards him... Frostflight felt validated. It felt good to know others shared his confusion, his worry. The interpretation Grousestar shared with him made sense and for a moment his belly swirled with guilt at the thought of his friends in Riverclan... Snowybreeze, Mintflower, Fawnpaw and even Lionstorm. Would he have to renounce his relationships to preserve the Skyclan name? It was silly, but the feline found himself choked up at the thought.. He didn't want to leave them behind so easily, especially not Snowybreeze...

"I suppose it would have been easier if I was originally from Skyclan," he commented in amusement, though his ear flattened against his head, giving away his disappointment. "I feel like I'm on the fence right now... Riverclan doesn't like me because I betrayed them and Skyclan is wary of me because I'm originally from Riverclan..." Frostflight gave an awkward lick of his chest fur before letting out a quiet sigh. There was no use worrying about it for now. He was here to learn from Grousestar, they could chat about their problems later! "So," his words were slow with thought, "I know that it's my duty to perform ceremonies, conduct patrols and make announcements, but is there anything else I should know? Er... any other responsibilities?"
Grousestar would smile a little brighter upon hearing the mumbled question, glad to hear that it helped to clarify something for his deputy. And he couldn't help but notice the change in demeanor, which was another good sign. It must have been something that was really bothering the younger tom, and for a moment, Grousestar felt guilt again. He should have had this talk sooner instead of letting a whole moon go by of Frostflight wandering around blindly, unsure of what he was to be doing, unsure of where the clan stood, and unsure about himself. The leader let the guilt fade, because at the very least he was answering the question now, and he had already apologized, it would be of no use to apologize again. Remaining quiet, the brown tabby allowed the information to sink in for his deputy, gave him time to let it process.

"I... Suppose yes, it would have been easier but.. I had, and still do have a good feeling about you Frostflight. You are a goodhearted cat that will be ready when the time comes, to take my place. I will do my best to pass on all of my knowledge before you do have to step up, but never be afraid to ask me questions," though the comment was meant to be in amusement, Grousestar found it hard, at the moment, to laugh. "It will probably be like that for a little while, the best advice I can offer you is to prove to them what you proved to me. They will come to respect you and see you as deputy, just give it time."
Stretching his back legs out slightly in his nest, Grousestar allowed himself to get a bit more comfortable, his eyes clenching shut momentarily as he forced back a yawn of contentment. "Get to know your clanmates. Try to be an active part of their lives. When I was younger, I always did my best to talk to as many cats as possible, to see what ailed them, to see how they were feeling. While you do rank above them, don't treat them as if you do. Treat them as if they were your equals."

[Dust]

Grousestar would smile a little brighter upon hearing the mumbled question, glad to hear that it helped to clarify something for his deputy. And he couldn't help but notice the change in demeanor, which was another good sign. It must have been something that was really bothering the younger tom, and for a moment, Grousestar felt guilt again. He should have had this talk sooner instead of letting a whole moon go by of Frostflight wandering around blindly, unsure of what he was to be doing, unsure of where the clan stood, and unsure about himself. The leader let the guilt fade, because at the very least he was answering the question now, and he had already apologized, it would be of no use to apologize again. Remaining quiet, the brown tabby allowed the information to sink in for his deputy, gave him time to let it process.

"I... Suppose yes, it would have been easier but.. I had, and still do have a good feeling about you Frostflight. You are a goodhearted cat that will be ready when the time comes, to take my place. I will do my best to pass on all of my knowledge before you do have to step up, but never be afraid to ask me questions," though the comment was meant to be in amusement, Grousestar found it hard, at the moment, to laugh. "It will probably be like that for a little while, the best advice I can offer you is to prove to them what you proved to me. They will come to respect you and see you as deputy, just give it time."
Stretching his back legs out slightly in his nest, Grousestar allowed himself to get a bit more comfortable, his eyes clenching shut momentarily as he forced back a yawn of contentment. "Get to know your clanmates. Try to be an active part of their lives. When I was younger, I always did my best to talk to as many cats as possible, to see what ailed them, to see how they were feeling. While you do rank above them, don't treat them as if you do. Treat them as if they were your equals."

There it was. That feeling again. The warmth rising in his chest that made everything wrong in the world melt away. Knowing that someone had faith in him, someone believed he could do more than menial work. Frostflight hadn't felt alright for a long time, but in this moment he felt... ok. "Prove to them? Get to know them?" He mirrored the other's words in thought, meeting his gaze. " Should I do something with them then? I've been wanting to try to get to know everyone," admittedly, Frostflight still didn't everyone's names. With all the confusion and lack of understanding of his role, he'd been playing it low. But... being able to make announcements? Give clan-mates their warrior names and the like? He'd have to make up for all this lost time!

"I don't think I've thought myself better than anyone else," Frostflight gave a soft laugh, nodding his head. "but, I understand what you mean." As much as he hated Lionstorm right now, he seemed to be very involved in literally all aspects of Riverclan - even skyclan-, but he was definitely not personable. Granted, Frost had no room to talk. Just ten moons ago, he would have bitten the head off of anyone who tried to tell him what was what. The silver tabby leaned forward, lifting his paw to give it a few rough licks, dragging it over his ear a few times with ease. The next question that he had... was a nervewracking one... and with Shinefang's death it felt uncomfortable, but it had to be discussed. "So," nudging his paw into the floor of the den, the deputy met Grousestar with a hesitant glance, "...will you be appointing a new medicine cat with Shinefang's passing? I know it's not urgent since we have Shiverpetal in camp, but... do you think Skyclan would feel more comfortable having a feline they trust giving them aid?"

[The Cannibal]

There it was. That feeling again. The warmth rising in his chest that made everything wrong in the world melt away. Knowing that someone had faith in him, someone believed he could do more than menial work. Frostflight hadn't felt alright for a long time, but in this moment he felt... ok. "Prove to them? Get to know them?" He mirrored the other's words in thought, meeting his gaze. " Should I do something with them then? I've been wanting to try to get to know everyone," admittedly, Frostflight still didn't everyone's names. With all the confusion and lack of understanding of his role, he'd been playing it low. But... being able to make announcements? Give clan-mates their warrior names and the like? He'd have to make up for all this lost time!

"I don't think I've thought myself better than anyone else," Frostflight gave a soft laugh, nodding his head. "but, I understand what you mean." As much as he hated Lionstorm right now, he seemed to be very involved in literally all aspects of Riverclan - even skyclan-, but he was definitely not personable. Granted, Frost had no room to talk. Just ten moons ago, he would have bitten the head off of anyone who tried to tell him what was what. The silver tabby leaned forward, lifting his paw to give it a few rough licks, dragging it over his ear a few times with ease. The next question that he had... was a nervewracking one... and with Shinefang's death it felt uncomfortable, but it had to be discussed. "So," nudging his paw into the floor of the den, the deputy met Grousestar with a hesitant glance, "...will you be appointing a new medicine cat with Shinefang's passing? I know it's not urgent since we have Shiverpetal in camp, but... do you think Skyclan would feel more comfortable having a feline they trust giving them aid?"
As his words were mirrored, Grousestar would nod his head in confirmation, almost willing the other tom to ask more questions. And thankfully, that's exactly what happened. The more Frostflight asked questions, the more the leader could help him, and right at this moment, that's all the brown tabby wanted. "Certainly! In fact, I was contemplating the idea of perhaps getting both the clans together for a little social event. Just to simmer down any tension there might be between us. After all, we're sharing the same area, may as well make peace and not trouble. Perhaps you'd be interested in helping me arrange it?" The leader's eyes glimmered with the idea of having two clans peacefully eat together, and to have a social event. He's always loved being able to talk to others and believed that it would certainly be good for both Riverclan and Skyclan.

Quietly, he watched his deputy ponder on his next question, drawing a paw over his ear; the leader briefly looking away, in the direction of the den entrance, trying to think of any other helpful advice he could offer the other off the top of his head. But truthfully, it was a learning experience. Every deputy was different and special in their own way, he himself didn't have much of an opportunity to indulge in the life of a deputy before he was forced to take over the clan. His attention would be brought back to Frostflight as he began to speak again, ears swiveled in his direction to hear him better. To be truthful, it wasn't a question he was expecting, and the surprise and pain was evident in his gaze that he quickly turned toward the floor. For a long moment, he was silent.
"We.. We do need our own medicine cat I.." There was a soft sigh as he glanced to the other tom, then away again. "I don't know who to choose. I was hoping that perhaps Starclan can guide me in the choice.. Perhaps even Shinefang can guide me.. But I agree, we can't leave Shiverpetal to care for both clans."

[The Cannibal]

Starfall

Though Fallenstar was a particularly difficult tom to get acquainted to, Grousestar found that he wasn't nervous when he approached the other leader's side of the den in order to speak to him. In fact, he felt completely at ease. The younger tom didn't frighten him, though they did once share animosity towards each other; he hoped they were past that because currently, he had plans on trying to ease the tension between the two clans.
"Fallenstar, might a share a word with you? I have an idea I'd like to discuss, that would involve both of our clans in a beneficial way," his voice was kept light in a friendly, conversational manner as his head dipped in both greeting and mutual respect. He would remain standing until Fallenstar motioned for him to settle down, there was still the possibility that the other tom would send him away, though the probability was minuscule. They were above petty acts of wishing to ignore the other, or at least he hoped so. He hoped that Fallenstar had grown as a cat and would let past differences remain in the past. If not, then he feared for the sake of both of their clans.

[Starfall]

Starfall

Though Fallenstar was a particularly difficult tom to get acquainted to, Grousestar found that he wasn't nervous when he approached the other leader's side of the den in order to speak to him. In fact, he felt completely at ease. The younger tom didn't frighten him, though they did once share animosity towards each other; he hoped they were past that because currently, he had plans on trying to ease the tension between the two clans.
"Fallenstar, might a share a word with you? I have an idea I'd like to discuss, that would involve both of our clans in a beneficial way," his voice was kept light in a friendly, conversational manner as his head dipped in both greeting and mutual respect. He would remain standing until Fallenstar motioned for him to settle down, there was still the possibility that the other tom would send him away, though the probability was minuscule. They were above petty acts of wishing to ignore the other, or at least he hoped so. He hoped that Fallenstar had grown as a cat and would let past differences remain in the past. If not, then he feared for the sake of both of their clans.

The ebony tom had his nose tucked beneath his tail, and was curled into a tight ball. He was tired. Emotionally drained, but then again, with recent events, when was he not? So when he heard his name come from the older leader he was now sharing a den with, he couldn't help but let out a deep exhale and give the other an annoyed look. "When you say beneficial, do you mean, help Riverclan a little and Skyclan more? Because so far..." the leader trailed off as he waved his paw towards the entrance. Almost as if to say 'It's a mess out there.'

[The Cannibal]

The ebony tom had his nose tucked beneath his tail, and was curled into a tight ball. He was tired. Emotionally drained, but then again, with recent events, when was he not? So when he heard his name come from the older leader he was now sharing a den with, he couldn't help but let out a deep exhale and give the other an annoyed look. "When you say beneficial, do you mean, help Riverclan a little and Skyclan more? Because so far..." the leader trailed off as he waved his paw towards the entrance. Almost as if to say 'It's a mess out there.'

Grousestar could understand the other leaders exhaustion, there was a point in every leaders life, if they managed to last longer than a few moons, in which the weight of the clan truly weighed on you. Sometimes the weight felt too much to bare and leaders resigned, or completely left clan life. But some could make it through. Fallenstar had always seemed like a strong-willed cat, and despite his brash behavior, he was good to his clan. He was a good leader for them. And he hoped that he would live a long and prosperous life, but that was besides the point he came her to talk about.
The annoyed look was acknowledged and promptly dismissed, the younger tom was an easy one to annoy. At this point though, Grousestar couldn't bring himself to get upset at his annoyance. Not everyone was like him after all, and even he at some point, would get annoyed.
At the question though, the brown tabby's eyes sparkled just a bit, in joy. "For both. I am thinking that it will help alleviate tensions, and offer some much needed social time. Would you be willing to hear me out?"
Sitting down, Grousestar curled his tail over his paws, waiting for Fallenstar to give him the go-ahead to start speaking his idea.

[Starfall]

Grousestar could understand the other leaders exhaustion, there was a point in every leaders life, if they managed to last longer than a few moons, in which the weight of the clan truly weighed on you. Sometimes the weight felt too much to bare and leaders resigned, or completely left clan life. But some could make it through. Fallenstar had always seemed like a strong-willed cat, and despite his brash behavior, he was good to his clan. He was a good leader for them. And he hoped that he would live a long and prosperous life, but that was besides the point he came her to talk about.
The annoyed look was acknowledged and promptly dismissed, the younger tom was an easy one to annoy. At this point though, Grousestar couldn't bring himself to get upset at his annoyance. Not everyone was like him after all, and even he at some point, would get annoyed.
At the question though, the brown tabby's eyes sparkled just a bit, in joy. "For both. I am thinking that it will help alleviate tensions, and offer some much needed social time. Would you be willing to hear me out?"
Sitting down, Grousestar curled his tail over his paws, waiting for Fallenstar to give him the go-ahead to start speaking his idea.

At the Skyclan tom's excited look, the younger feline felt his skin crawl. He'd never actually seen Grousestar look so happy. It creeped him out. However as he spoke, he felt his interest pique. The ladder shifted so he was now fully facing the brown tabby, ears angled forwards as he listened. 'Had Grousestar been thinking about how to fix the tensions between their clans the whole time?' he asked himself. Fallenstar didn't even think about it, he just let them annoy and detest one another. After all Riverclan had a reason to.

"I'll listen...but the second it becomes something I don't like, or something that wouldn't help Riverclan just as much as it would Skyclan I'm shooting it down." he said promptly, making it very clear that he didn't want any more chaotic messes like the one outside his den, in his camp, to be more percise. Or would it now be considered their camp? The thought made the leader bristle.

[The Cannibal]

At the Skyclan tom's excited look, the younger feline felt his skin crawl. He'd never actually seen Grousestar look so happy. It creeped him out. However as he spoke, he felt his interest pique. The ladder shifted so he was now fully facing the brown tabby, ears angled forwards as he listened. 'Had Grousestar been thinking about how to fix the tensions between their clans the whole time?' he asked himself. Fallenstar didn't even think about it, he just let them annoy and detest one another. After all Riverclan had a reason to.

"I'll listen...but the second it becomes something I don't like, or something that wouldn't help Riverclan just as much as it would Skyclan I'm shooting it down." he said promptly, making it very clear that he didn't want any more chaotic messes like the one outside his den, in his camp, to be more percise. Or would it now be considered their camp? The thought made the leader bristle.

Was it so strange to feel excited at this age? To Grousestar, the answer would be a simple no. He was a young cat at heart, and though he had been through hell and back, he still held, deep down inside of him, his old personality. He missed being able to feel excited like this, missed the lighthearted happiness that filled him like a warm greenleaf breeze. He missed the simpleness of an evening chat with clanmembers, telling each other about their days over a nice piece of prey. Perhaps Fallenstar didn't know that happiness, even so, that was okay. Maybe even he could learn excitement and joy one day.
A bright smile touched the older toms lips, his head nodding in agreement at Fallenstar's terms. "I understand. I wouldn't have come to you with the idea if I didn't think it beneficial for both of our clans." Clearing his throat, Grousestar fixed his posture to appear a bit more professional as he began his spiel.
"I was thinking of getting together a social event, well, a 'prey social' event. In short, I want to organize a day in which we'll send out quite a few dawn hunting patrols, mixed with members of both of our clans, to collect as much prey as possible as greenleaf comes to a close. Give them till about sunhigh to come back, and then assign cats social partners. Say two Skyclan and two Riverclan cats to a group. They get their prey, sit down together, and socialize. It gives them a chance to talk with each other, learn about each other, and hopefully.. Well, make peace with each other. Since this move is permanent, I thought it would be ideal if we could, for the most part, get along. To make this easier on you, me and Frostflight will do most of the planning, unless you'd like to be part of the process as well."

[Starfall]

Was it so strange to feel excited at this age? To Grousestar, the answer would be a simple no. He was a young cat at heart, and though he had been through hell and back, he still held, deep down inside of him, his old personality. He missed being able to feel excited like this, missed the lighthearted happiness that filled him like a warm greenleaf breeze. He missed the simpleness of an evening chat with clanmembers, telling each other about their days over a nice piece of prey. Perhaps Fallenstar didn't know that happiness, even so, that was okay. Maybe even he could learn excitement and joy one day.
A bright smile touched the older toms lips, his head nodding in agreement at Fallenstar's terms. "I understand. I wouldn't have come to you with the idea if I didn't think it beneficial for both of our clans." Clearing his throat, Grousestar fixed his posture to appear a bit more professional as he began his spiel.
"I was thinking of getting together a social event, well, a 'prey social' event. In short, I want to organize a day in which we'll send out quite a few dawn hunting patrols, mixed with members of both of our clans, to collect as much prey as possible as greenleaf comes to a close. Give them till about sunhigh to come back, and then assign cats social partners. Say two Skyclan and two Riverclan cats to a group. They get their prey, sit down together, and socialize. It gives them a chance to talk with each other, learn about each other, and hopefully.. Well, make peace with each other. Since this move is permanent, I thought it would be ideal if we could, for the most part, get along. To make this easier on you, me and Frostflight will do most of the planning, unless you'd like to be part of the process as well."

He listened as the Skyclan leader spoke about his great plan. As much as he didn't want to admit, it did sound nice, and it could possibly work. Of course, as long as Skyclan cats have grown accustom to catching fish, it could work. The ebony feline let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, brows knitting together as he thought long and hard about it. The pro's, the con's After a long pause his eyes fluttered open again, however he wasn't looking at Grousestar, his gaze was glued to the floor of the den. "If you really think this'll ease the tensions in the clan, than I'm all for it. As for helping, I'm not sure what I could do...but if needed I'll hop in." he said. After a few moments another sigh rippled through his body. They seemed to be almost as natural as blinking to the other tom now. "Let Lionblaze know of this too...last time he wasn't told anything he got fussy...he is fussy." he warned the older tom, raising his head to look at him.

[The Cannibal]

He listened as the Skyclan leader spoke about his great plan. As much as he didn't want to admit, it did sound nice, and it could possibly work. Of course, as long as Skyclan cats have grown accustom to catching fish, it could work. The ebony feline let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, brows knitting together as he thought long and hard about it. The pro's, the con's After a long pause his eyes fluttered open again, however he wasn't looking at Grousestar, his gaze was glued to the floor of the den. "If you really think this'll ease the tensions in the clan, than I'm all for it. As for helping, I'm not sure what I could do...but if needed I'll hop in." he said. After a few moments another sigh rippled through his body. They seemed to be almost as natural as blinking to the other tom now. "Let Lionblaze know of this too...last time he wasn't told anything he got fussy...he is fussy." he warned the older tom, raising his head to look at him.

The Skyclan leader was a humble tom, but going into this, he was fairly sure that the other leader would agree with him. To be truthful, he couldn't see too many flaws with his idea, except for the possibility of some cats not getting along, or the select few trying to sit along the sidelines instead of joining in, but he and Frostflight could easily watch over, just to make sure everything was nice and smooth. Regardless, the brown tabby watched the ebony tom close his eyes and think about it, remaining silent and patient as he waited for the final verdict. Eventually the other toms eyes opened again, but instead of meeting his gaze, they were fixated on the floor for some reason. Why couldn't the other tom meet his gaze? Ah, a question for another day because he got his answer.
"Very well, I will inform him of the decision. You won't have to lift a paw for this, it was my idea and I will see it through. Just let me know if you'd like to be assigned a partner or not." Smiling brightly, he would dip his head and stand. "Thank you for the consideration, I will begin preparations soon." With a flick of his tail, Grousestar turned and headed out of the den to seek out Lionstorm, and then his own deputy to begin planning.

[Dirtfur]

Dirtfur feels unease, staring inside of the leader's den. It was clear that the anxious tom hasn't came into the leader's den before. Dirtfur inhales deeply and exhales as he went in
"Fallenstar, is it okay if I have a word with you?" said the tom, staring at the leader for a response, his eyes showing a bit of anxiety and a bit of confidence at the same time.
Starfall

[Starfall]

Fallenstar looked behind him as he heard the fronds to the entrance of the den rustle, and hesitant pawsteps echo in the empty den. Mostly empty that was. It was just him. The leader was propped up against the wall, using his front two paws, he was standing on his hind legs. He was shoving leaves and mud in a crack. Why? he'd never tell.

"Of course Dirtfur, what is it?" the tom huffed out, dropping down heavily onto the stone ground beneath them.
Dirtfur

[Dirtfur]

Starfall
Dirtfur didn't understand why his leader shoved leaves and mud in a crack, but that's not what brought him here. I would like a warrior's duty, Fallenstar." Dirtfur bowed down to the elder cat. "It is my responsibility as a warrior to do such work, is it not, Fallenstar?" Dirtfur glances at the leader, waiting for a respond.

[Starfall]

Starfall
Dirtfur didn't understand why his leader shoved leaves and mud in a crack, but that's not what brought him here. I would like a warrior's duty, Fallenstar." Dirtfur bowed down to the elder cat. "It is my responsibility as a warrior to do such work, is it not, Fallenstar?" Dirtfur glances at the leader, waiting for a respond.

The leader quirked a brow, "And as a warrior, it is your duty to do those without being told, is it not?" he countered. "You already know what you're supposed to do, and if you aren't I'm positive Lionstorm's telling you what you're supposed to be doing." after a pause he let out a sigh and tilted his head to the side. "Dirtfur, what exactly do you mean?"

[Dirtfur]

The leader quirked a brow, "And as a warrior, it is your duty to do those without being told, is it not?" he countered. "You already know what you're supposed to do, and if you aren't I'm positive Lionstorm's telling you what you're supposed to be doing." after a pause he let out a sigh and tilted his head to the side. "Dirtfur, what exactly do you mean?"


Dirtfur glances around, feeling embarrassed what he will say next. He knows what he supposed to do, but he doesn't want to admit to the leader how he felt being useless. Turning back and telling Fallenstar "never mind" doesn't seemed like a good idea. The dirt colored tabby cat breathed in and meowed to the leader, "Foolish this may sounds, but I mean that I feel useless to this clan, Fallenstar." the tabby cat sighed.

[Starfall]

Dirtfur glances around, feeling embarrassed what he will say next. He knows what he supposed to do, but he doesn't want to admit to the leader how he felt being useless. Turning back and telling Fallenstar "never mind" doesn't seemed like a good idea. The dirt colored tabby cat breathed in and meowed to the leader, "Foolish this may sounds, but I mean that I feel useless to this clan, Fallenstar." the tabby cat sighed.

The tom's ears swiveled forwards as his warrior spoke. He felt his stomach churn, uncertanty flickering in his heart. What was he supposed to say? "hey you're doing great? No need to feel like that?" Wouldn't that be hypocritical of him? He's in the exact same boat as Dirtfur. What was he doing for his clan, other than bringing in some other clan, who also just so happened to drive them out of their own territory, and take one of his warriors and make him deputy.

Fallenstar avoided the toms gaze for a few moments, unsure of what to say. How does one bring up another's spirits? What does someone say? "You're bringing food to this Clan, helping us prepare for Leaf-Bare. Tell me, how is that useless?" he finally said. Lapis gaze raking up from the floor to the other tom. "You're helping. Keeping us healthy and well fed along with your other clanmates."

[Dirtfur]

The tom's ears swiveled forwards as his warrior spoke. He felt his stomach churn, uncertanty flickering in his heart. What was he supposed to say? "hey you're doing great? No need to feel like that?" Wouldn't that be hypocritical of him? He's in the exact same boat as Dirtfur. What was he doing for his clan, other than bringing in some other clan, who also just so happened to drive them out of their own territory, and take one of his warriors and make him deputy.

Fallenstar avoided the toms gaze for a few moments, unsure of what to say. How does one bring up another's spirits? What does someone say? "You're bringing food to this Clan, helping us prepare for Leaf-Bare. Tell me, how is that useless?" he finally said. Lapis gaze raking up from the floor to the other tom. "You're helping. Keeping us healthy and well fed along with your other clanmates."


A moment of silence had been provoked by the warrior’s reveal along with awkwardness. Dirtfur gave out side-glances to see if anycat is listening to their conversation. Finally, the old leader’s maw opened up. The tabby didn’t think of that, of course he is helping by bringing the fresh-kill to his clanmates! “You’re right Fallenstar,” Dirtfur bowed his head. His gaze took off of the old leader and planted on the crack that was filled with wrinkled leaves and mud. The tabby warrior would ask, but the curiosity might kill this cat. Eyes was still on the narrow crack then looked back Fallenstar as if he is expecting some kind of answer.

[Starfall]

A moment of silence had been provoked by the warrior’s reveal along with awkwardness. Dirtfur gave out side-glances to see if anycat is listening to their conversation. Finally, the old leader’s maw opened up. The tabby didn’t think of that, of course he is helping by bringing the fresh-kill to his clanmates! “You’re right Fallenstar,” Dirtfur bowed his head. His gaze took off of the old leader and planted on the crack that was filled with wrinkled leaves and mud. The tabby warrior would ask, but the curiosity might kill this cat. Eyes was still on the narrow crack then looked back Fallenstar as if he is expecting some kind of answer.

The burly tom let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as the warrior agreed. Why? It wasn't that he didn't believe what he just told the warrior, he knew Dirtfur was helping about, it was a little hard not to with his stickler of a Deputy. But he still felt guilt churn in his stomach. It made him want to throw up. Why?

Fallenstar followed the warriors eyes to where he was just standing. Messily patched hole in his corner of the den. When he returned his gaze to the tabby, he felt nervous at the curious gaze he was met with. His nose twitched, however rather than just shaking his head, or simply telling the warrior "no" he ignored it. "Was there anything else you wished to discuss with me, Dirtfur?"

[Dirtfur]

The burly tom let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as the warrior agreed. Why? It wasn't that he didn't believe what he just told the warrior, he knew Dirtfur was helping about, it was a little hard not to with his stickler of a Deputy. But he still felt guilt churn in his stomach. It made him want to throw up. Why?

Fallenstar followed the warriors eyes to where he was just standing. Messily patched hole in his corner of the den. When he returned his gaze to the tabby, he felt nervous at the curious gaze he was met with. His nose twitched, however rather than just shaking his head, or simply telling the warrior "no" he ignored it. "Was there anything else you wished to discuss with me, Dirtfur?"



"Hmm..." why would the Clan leader ignored the tabby warrior's questioning gaze? Doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Is not important to your Clan, Dirftur repeated his thoughts. "No. Nothing else to discuss about, Fallenstar," the warrior assured, either to him or the leader. "Thank you very much. May StarClan be with you." he meowed, turning away to exit the leader's den.

[Starfall]

"Hmm..." why would the Clan leader ignored the tabby warrior's questioning gaze? Doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Is not important to your Clan, Dirftur repeated his thoughts. "No. Nothing else to discuss about, Fallenstar," the warrior assured, either to him or the leader. "Thank you very much. May StarClan be with you." he meowed, turning away to exit the leader's den.

Fallenstar watched the warrior turn away and make his way out. 'Surely not all of my warriors are feeling this way, right?' he pondered to himself. Maybe it was because Leaf-Bare was coming up. They were rather large, and that meant more mouths to feed. Surely they were all feeling just as stressed as he was.

The ebony tom went back to his corner of the den, pondering. 'What could I do...to boost morale?'

[The Cannibal]

BILL.

The somewhat colder weather was beginning to take effect on Grousestar's bones, they ached in the early morning and the quiet reaches of night, but he never considered it worrisome enough to take a trip to Shiverpetal. It was just something he dealt with, kept it to himself, let no one know but himself.
Fallenstar had just announced his resignation, not explaining why, and the brown tabby truly hoped that he was okay. That he wasn't dying of something incurable and was just trying to keep it covered so he could live the rest of his days in peace. He wasn't sure if he could handle anymore death. It seemed all the cats he knew, befriended, at one point cared for, were dying around him. Auroraflame, Shinefang, his parents though they died long ago, other leaders he's hardly had a chance to know. Sometimes he felt like all he had in this world now, was himself. Himself with his aching bones in the morning. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen or spoken to Rabbitfluff. Did he have friends anymore? The prey social helped to brighten his mood, as do most social events, but most of the time it seemed his warriors stuck to themselves, as with the Riverclan warriors. There were groups, cliques, and if you weren't one of the members, they wouldn't talk to you. And so most of the time, he sat alone, not quite feeling a part of them even though he was the cat that led them, if only partially.
Sinking into his nest, a shaky sigh escaped the older leader. White hairs began to dot his muzzle, a sign of his age that he didn't want to accept. He felt there was still much he had to teach Frostflight, to teach Skyclan even if they weren't really Skyclan anymore.
He was tired, physically, mentally, and as he sunk into his nest, he found his eyes focusing on the interest. Lionstorm would make his way here eventually and the two would need to talk. The headstrong, loyal golden tabby of Riverclan would need to take the reigns and Grousestar would try and help him to the best of his ability, but he was getting older every day. Time would never slow, no matter how much you wished it to. That was beyond the powers of even Starclan.

[BEAR.]

This was.. odd.

Lionstorm thought he had more time. There was so much left undone with his duties, and everything felt at a standstill with the sudden resignation of Fallenstar. He wasn't ready. Or at least, it didn't feel like he was-- the world wasn't moving anymore. It was held in place, suspended by the uncertainty of-- what next?

Grousestar hardly left his den anymore, and it made finding the old tabby easy as Lionstorm entered the den.

His ears were flattened back, scanning Grousestar's face for anything beyond just.. exhaustion. "What are we going to do?" he prompted without hesitation. "No offense, but I doubt you can handle both the Clans right now." Grousestar looked worse than hell, and anymore stress might be the end of the old tom.

Were all SkyClan ranks so old? With the exception of Frostflight. No wonder they were dropping like flies.
The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

BILL.

It wasn't hard to predict that Lionstorm would come looking for him here, Grousestar would admit it was hard to leave the den some of the colder days. The thought that he spent so much time in here though twisted his stomach in knots, he used to go on daily walks around the territory, runs even. Like he was scared of becoming sedentary because there was a moment in your life when you stopped doing those things. And that's when you knew that life was on a decline, a decline that ended with Starclan. He didn't like to think about it. There were still things he wanted to do, like have a family. Something that he hadn't thought of too much during his leadership, a leadership that has taken up nearly the entirety of his life it seemed.
Fixating his emerald eyes upon the younger tom, he took note of the flattened ears and general demeanor he had. Nervous, and Grousestar could understand why. The resignation seemed to come before anyone expected, before anyone was ready, but then again, did those things ever come when you were ready for them?

A soft chuckle of lightheartedness escaped the brown tabby at Lionstorm's comment, his head nodding in agreement. "You are very right Lionstorm." There was a brief pause as slowly the tom brought himself to sit up in his nest, a soft exhale escape him as he sat up straight, head level. And for just a brief moment, he looked like his younger self. "Though Fallenstar has resigned, I don't imagine things should change too much. You will take his place as leader, choose a deputy, and lead your part of the clan. Well.. At this point, I don't think there's much separation. It is a single clan, Skyclan was crossed out the minute we were taught to swim and catch fish." Clearing his throat softly, he'd offer a light smile.

"The best thing to do right now is get your thoughts in order. It is a time for asking questions and receiving answers."

[BEAR.]

"If the Clans are one, then why would I appoint another deputy?"

It was the first thing that came to mind after Grousestar spoke, his eyes narrowing at the thought. "I didn't care for the two deputies to begin with." It hardly felt like Frostflight did anything beyond obey Lionstorm, which was fine if Frostflight was a normal warrior-- but he was supposed to be a deputy. "The Clans are still segregated. SkyClan cats want to identify as SkyClan, even though there's hardly anything left of that Clan." It was frustrating, almost-- Grousestar was the only thing left of SkyClan, and that wasn't saying much.

"As long as Frostflight gets himself together and doesn't pull another treacherous move, he will remain as the only deputy." Lionstorm wasn't fond of him, but.. he'd try to tolerate him for now. "I guess I should announce Fallenstar's resignation, and let the Clan know I'm heading to the Starcave." Not that Lionstorm believed anything would come from that visit. StarClan wasn't real, even if it made the Clan feel better.

The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

BILL.

The question caught the older tom off guard, it wasn't something he even considered.
"Ah.. That.. Is a good point." Flicking an ear, Grousestar glanced away, face furrowing in thought before he looked back to the golden tom as he continued.
"Very well, if that's what you think is best. I just hope that he can handle all of the patrols and what not on his own. There are more cats here than a normal clan should have." Tip of his tail flicking as if to signify that the thought would be swept away, at least until he had more time to think on it. Maybe he should talk to Frostflight and see if the tom could handle it.. He had faith that it was possible, but he didn't want his deputy to be too stressed out. Being a deputy could be hard enough.
"That would be a good thing to do, do you plan on taking the journey with Shiverpetal?" It was a question he needed to ask. Shiverpetal didn't exactly have an apprentice and they were the clans only medicine cat. It'd be different if Shinefang were still alive, only one of the medicine cats would have to go with him and the clan would be left with one as well. But the idea of taking the clans only medicine cat for the journey to the Starcave.. What if there was an emergency?

[BEAR.]

Lionstorm shrugged in response to Grousestar's comment on the Clan's size. "Frostflight can figure it out. SkyClan's numbers were few when you brought your Clan here. Their attitudes are bigger than the surge of cats in our ranks." There were few polite SkyClan cats. Most of the ones Lionstorm had met were rude.

"No," he said almost dismissively as he made his way to the mouth of the den. "Fallenstar is accompanying me. He wanted to uh, speak with StarClan regarding his remaining leader life." Or something. Lionstorm didn't care. "Most of his injuries have healed, but the trauma of almost ceasing to exist has weighed heavily on him. Going to SkyClan's territory for resources was a mistake."

With these words, Lionstorm departed, vanishing through the den entrance.
The Cannibal

[BEAR.]

With his leader ceremony complete and a Clan meeting pending, Lionstar was quick to detour to the leader's den. He knew Grousestar would be here-- it was rare when the old tabby wasn't, and Lionstar had plans in the works.

Most importantly, he wanted to re-determine the outdated Clan joining rules, and he needed to ensure Grousestar was on the same page he was. From there, he'd announce it to the Clan. "Grousestar! We need to talk."
The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

BILL.

The new leader's guess wasn't wrong, the den was precisely where the old Skyclan leader lay, just finishing up a nap. Still sleepy-eyed, he raised his head as the other tabby came padding into the den. Quietly he was embarrassed that the other came in on him napping, he shouldn't be napping, he should be out.. Doing things. He just couldn't help it though, he was tired and the den was comfy- Grousestar quickly cleared his mental ramblings as he heard Lionstar.
"What is it that you'd like to talk about Lionstar?" Bringing himself to sit up in his nest, the Skyclan leader did his best to shake away the last ounces of tiredness.

[BEAR.]

"About joining." Lionstar's ears twitched at the sound of his new name, pleased he didn't even have to announce that his ceremony had been successful to gain the recognition. He was Lionstar.

"Fallenstream's restrictions are outdated. His feud with WindClan has long since been dead, WindClan hardly patrols their borders as it is." Perhaps they'd become like SkyClan-- dead, clinging on with just a few survivors. "I propose we remove the ban on those cats, and instead place it on ShadowClan. Those frog-lickers have been nothing but a thorn in our side since the moment they altered the border." With Windystar's refusal to cooperate, Forestshade's shadiness, the disrespect they received when confronting them, and now.. that black she-cat's intrusion of their camp. They hadn't earned the right to be graced by a position in RiverClan.

The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

BILL.

Grousestar nodded his head as the other leader stated what he wanted to talk about, fully expecting Lionstar to have something thought out and that it wouldn't be an open-ended conversation. That's typically how Lionstar was, at least in Grousestar's find. A tom with a strong, thick head full with ideas. Ideas that were always for the benefit of Riverclan.
Listening to his proposal, the brown tabby flicked the tip of his tail in thought. "I do agree with you, Shadowclan cannot be trusted. They're too unstable and I don't like the actions they've done in the past. Though perhaps we can keep a ban on both clans? Just to better ensure that there are no traitors. I've had my life's share of betrayals and would prefer if I didn't have to experience anymore."

[BEAR.]

Lionstar couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I know Fallenstream and you have both dealt with plenty of betrayals, but it's more likely ThunderClan would betray us than WindClan. WindClan is.. if they didn't show up to the Gathering with the ten cats they have, I wouldn't be convinced they exist. Blazingstar has kept his head down for seasons and I doubt any of their cats would have the courage to act against us." If they did, Lionstar would personally take care of them. "I think ShadowClan is sufficient for now, and cats from the other Clans can be evaluated by us when they request to join."

The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

BILL.
Grousestar wasn't quite sure why the other tom chuckled, but he didn't bother asking why. The reasoning sounded good, and for now, he supposed he could agree with Lionstar. He hadn't heard much from Windclan at all. They were hardly a clan right now, just like what was left of 'his own', if he could even call it that anymore. It hurt his head too much to think on it.
"I suppose that's true. Well then I believe we're in agreeance. Shadowclan cats will not be permitted to join, Windclan is irrelevant at the moment and any others can and will be evaluated as they come in. Sounds like a good deal to me."

[BEAR.]

Muzzle twisting into a pleased grin, Lionstar dipped his head to Grousestar. He found amusement in his statement on WindClan being irrelevant, and it was true-- with their heads kept low, the other Clan had done little to nothing in moons. Would they even notice if they lost some territory?

"I'll make sure the Clan knows." He spoke as he turned away from the other leader, heading toward the den exit. "If an outsider requests to join, there shouldn't be any question of our restrictions."

The Cannibal

[BEAR.]

Lionstar was on the move.

After the conclusion of the meeting, he didn't waste time in getting to his den. He was excited! And for good reason.

He had a plan.

And even better? Frostflight didn't take long to join him. Lionstar didn't care for the deputy but at least he was being punctual.

"Frostflight." Lionstar greeted him, trying to keep his paws still as he approached him. "I imagine you're wondering what I could possibly want. With the SkyClan and beach expansion underway, that leaves one thing remaining:

"The tunnels. I've been wanting to explore those old things for a while now. Most of them have collapsed from the floods but.. if we had the Clan reconstruct them, to dig them out and bring them back to life, imagine what we could do with them? Rediscovering our old camp, having a backup sanctuary while simultaneously having the ability to ambush our enemies..."

The gleam in his eyes was dangerous. "What do you think? We could have small cats-- apprentices, even, slip into the crevices of the territory to seek out potential entrances."
Dust

[Dust]

As Frostflight entered the den, he gave the other a polite smile before settling down to listen. His paws kneaded the ground with anticipation, an anxious knot deep in his belly. Well, yeah obviously he was curious as to why he wanted to talk... but it wasn't what he had expected at all! The feline stared at the other with surprise,

"Tunnels? Old RiverClan tunnels?" He couldn't recall ever hearing about any tunnels? Though.. he used to skip out on his apprentice chores so... it probably would have been some old wives tale that the elders told. Still, he grinned with intrigue,

"I don't think I've heard of them before... I wouldn't even know where to find them, but it's worth looking for, especially if you already know where they are." Wiggling in his spot, the deputy could barely contain his excitement. Riverclan was about to have two very big expansions ahead of them.

"Should we check it out before we send warriors or apprentices down? Take a small patrol and see what's left of them?"

BILL.

[Fawn]

When Fawnpaw had returned to camp, it was with feathers and a fish in his jaws, a little den-warming gift for Lionstar since it seemed... like the polite thing to do. Their recent interactions had been mixed at best, and maybe this would smooth things over, as long as Lionstar didn't ask too many questions about where those items had been retrieved from. Well, he hoped he wouldn't. He'd barely been a tail-length from camp and it wasn't as if he could waltz in during the meeting, both abandoning his task and drawing attention to himself that'd be under worse scrutiny than usual after the notice regarding apprentices.

He stopped short of the den upon hearing voices within. Lionstar... and Frostflight, naturally--he could've guessed given the dismissal. Curiosity won another internal battle as he angled his ears, trying to best capture their conversation while reminding himself that it wasn't doing any harm; he wouldn't be announcing this to anyone, it was just to sate his own interest.

Really, he'd half-expected something mundane since most of their tasks were, but this was Lionstar... and he didn't disappoint. Expanding their camp through the tunnels was a wild plan, maybe a fool's mission in how dangerous it was, but a unique tactic that would provide an edge of advantage. His own experience with them had been entirely negative from falling into one with another apprentice and abandoning the thing because it'd been a risk even he wasn't willing to take. Fawnpaw winced at the thought of being commanded to explore one.

It was an ambitious move, especially with the other expansion underway. Although he held concerns about the Clan being worn too thin if they were undertaking both at the same time--right before leaf bare, no less, Fawnpaw bit his tongue. Hard to do when he actually almost laughed at Frostflight's own suggestion of trying to squeeze himself into one.


BILL. Dust

[BEAR.]

The issue with the tunnels was that there wasn't much left of them, but Lionstar had an inkling on where some of the old entrances laid. "No, I don't think it's worth sending out the extra patrol. The tunnels are mostly collapsed. If there's pockets within that are intact, you will likely need to dig for it. ..But we have some older cats, like Firebird," or whatever his disowned father's name was, "that lived in the tunnels once. They can help locate the old openings and we can work from there.

"I want the entire tunnel system from here to the other Clans opened up. We can disguise them with predator scents so that they think it's just new dens. No Clan cat is stupid enough to enter a fox or badger burrow, and that will provide us easy access to their territories if we want to take advantage of that."

Lionstar didn't miss the scent of Fawnpaw as it wafted through the mouth of the den, and he padded over to the entrance only to pluck Fawnpaw up and bring him close to his nest, tucking him beside him. He was so focused on his plan he hardly registered the fish and feathers, merely aware this was his Fawnpaw, and that he was here.

"The tunnel system is not only under RiverClan, remember that Frostflight. All the Clans once lived underground, and we only relocated when a flood forced us to. The ruins of our old home are beneath our very paws, and I doubt many cats within the Clans even recall this. This would have happened during Fallowstar's reign, moons before the second Evil Era." Lionstar glanced down at Fawnpaw. "Can you believe your fathers would have been younger than you?" he questioned curiously. "Or maybe just Cakeless. Buckfrost has some moons on him.." he trailed off, looking outside the den.

"Frostflight, I suggest organizing the senior warriors and seeing if any of them know anything about the tunnels. They can lead a group of small cats to the old entrances and we can work from there to clear them out. I imagine they look similar to abandoned dens now. If you have apprentices help, at least one of them should have some experience with training. The last thing we need is untrained apprentices causing the tunnels to collapse more."
Dipper, Dust

[Dust]

Firebird? Oh, duh... Firehawk. Did Lionstar really forget his name? Nodding his head with slight amusement, the deputy continued, "I'll be sure to ask, er.. Firehawk, about the tunnels and see if he can lend a paw in finding the entrances. But-" Frostflight was cut short as he watched Lionstar proceed to get up from his nest, plucking an eavesdropping Fawnpaw from the entrance of the den. He thought he'd caught the familiar scent of the apprentice, though he was hoping not to see him right now. His belly bubbled with guilt and regret as he adverted his gaze from Fawnpaw, keeping a forced stare on Lionstar... though he was respectful as they addressed each other.

"I was going to send a small patrol up to the SkyClan territory as well to scout it out - with a former SkyClan cat in the lead, it should be no issue getting around." Frostflight had been thinking about this for quite a bit, at least since the meeting. Why bother putting a RiverClan cat in charge? SkyClan already knew the territory... plus they would certainly be more excited to hunt in the wooded slopes. The river couldn't keep them occupied forever. Frostflight dipped his head respectfully to the duo, still keeping his gaze adverted from Fawnpaw,

"If you will excuse me, I'll go sort those patrols out immediately."

BILL. Dipper

[Fawn]

Fawnpaw hardly had time to register it as he was taken from the entrance, sputtering a few noises that weren't intelligible words in a fleeting attempt to explain himself. But Lionstar didn't seem to notice or care about the eavesdropping and dumped him in his nest, where he delicately placed the fish down to nudge it in front of Lionstar. The feathers were a trickier matter and required a moderate amount of squirming to get them into place, but soon, he had a lined nest as Fawnpaw had been casually listening to the ongoing conversation. Humming a noise of contemplation at the thought of his fathers being apprentices, he asked dryly, "So what were you, a kit?" Logically there was no way that was true, but it was funny anyway.

While acutely aware of Frostflight's presence, more so as Lionstar directly addressed him, he didn't intend to acknowledge him. It was... easier like this, just ignoring it and keeping the professional distance. As long as Frostflight continued to respect the unspoken boundary, he intended on doing the same. The deputy's departure marked a sudden easing of tenseness he hadn't realized he was holding onto, but he could breathe again.

"Uh... hey." The greeting was a tad hesitant, sort of curious. "I brought some stuff for your den, ...Lionstar." Well, that felt weird. He wasn't sure he liked it. Lionstar as a leader had been doing a fine job despite his first worries, but the name change was going to be a difficult adjustment. "I'll work on it. ...How are you doing? I'm guessing it's kind of different, but RiverClan's not on fire, which makes you a better leader than some-- maybe that's not the best way to do this. I meant, congratulations."

BILL.

[BEAR.]

Lionstar let out a small, displeased huff as Fawnpaw's comment about his age, lightly bapping him with the tip of his tail. Lionstar wasn't old. And even if he was, he wasn't that old.

Frostflight didn't seem to add anything important to the discussion, so he nodded stiffly to him as he departed in favor of focusing his attention on his Fawnpaw.

"How kind of you." Lionstar reached over to pull Fawnpaw back against him, swiping his tongue against his pelt to smooth his fur. "It's.. been exhausting, but it doesn't help I haven't slept since the Star Cats assaulted me."
Dipper

[Fawn]

Fawnpaw didn't fight it as Lionstar squished him into his body, commenting, "Thanks, I'm known for being nice." The sudden grooming did raise an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything, more intrigued about the Star Cats... assaulting him. "Uh.. is this one of those times where 'assaulted' means they accidentally bumped you, or something? And.. the Star Cats?" With a tired huff of a laugh, he mumbled, "You're the only star cat I know."

BILL.

[BEAR.]

"They stole my dream, and they were jerks. There were eight of them that gave me these.. live, things, and then Fallenstream came in for the last one and they all hurt. It was like I was being shredded internally, like.. my body was having some sort of this reaction to it. I hated it. I don't like them."
Dipper

[Fawn]

Hearing Lionstar's account of it, Fawnpaw debated silently as he compared the experience to what his father had told stories of. Until now, he had thought they were only stories but was revisiting that upon learning they were eerily similar. It struck a wrench of uncertainty into his belief framework, but it was kind of depressing to realize that if StarClan was real... they oversaw atrocities and did nothing about them-- actually encouraged violence on their behalf! So much for benevolence.

Fawnpaw brushed it away to say, "Yeah, well.. I guess don't dream about them again. Dream of better things-- like, y'know, hunting or.. stargazing, or me, or something." He finished with a cough. "Maybe that's not a bad idea. You should get some sleep after being awake so long, and you look pretty tired, to be honest." Well, he always looked like that, but now felt especially relevant.

BILL.

[BEAR.]

Lionstar huffed softly, resting his head against Fawnpaw's back. "I didn't want them. They forced their way in, and it.. was the most painful experience of my life." He wiggled in closer to Fawnpaw, if that was even possible at this point. "You're always in my dreams," his voice drooped to a mumble. "But what if I wake up and you're gone, and I can't find you, and I'm just alone? I don't like that, Pine Fawn."
Dipper

[BEAR.]

Entering his den, the first thing Lionstar noticed was Fawnsqueak. And he didn't like it. Not after the stunt he pulled at the meeting.

No, they were mates-- he was sure of it. Fawnsqueak wouldn't leave him alone, would he? Would he? No. He couldn't. They were friends, now tied together by being mates. He wouldn't abandon him.

Taking a seat, Lionstar straightened his posture as he waited for Bearpaw and Frostflight to catch up.
Dipper, Venus, Dust

[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak had blocked out the rest of the Clan meeting and announcements, the blood rushing in his ears from adrenaline because he knew it had to be soon that Lionstar would walk in and they'd inevitably have to talk about what'd happened. But where would they even start? There was so much. It was overwhelming. Paralyzing, really. Maybe another time, he'd be angry about this but right now, he was too on edge and panicked, embarrassed about what the Clan would think-- what Lionstar would think-- what WAS he thinking?! Where had this mate business come from anyway? Lionstar hadn't shown an inkling of romantic interest in him!

Fawnsqueak jolted to his paws when the moment arrived and movement caught his attention. "Lionstorm," he blurted then inwardly cursed himself for doing it again, saying the wrong name in his rush. "Lionstar. I'm sorry. I-- you," the sputtering dove into incoherency as he just couldn't find the words. Finally, exasperated with himself, he choked out, "What was that?" A million questions raced: why? what were you thinking? how could you do that to me? why do you want to be mates? do you actually want to be mates? we've never talked about being mates--

He stopped abruptly. More movement at the mouth of the den, and... Fawnsqueak stared as Frostflight and some kit followed him in, effectively putting a halt on his messy attempts at a conversation.


BILL. Dust Venus

[Doom]

BILL. Dipper Dust

Bearpaw padded after his new mentor and the deputy, the battle with his sister still fresh on his mind. He must've been possessed, why in all the Stars would he slam his sister like that? His belly cramped at the reminder of it...or maybe it was hunger. Perhaps he should eat something – it's bad to stress on an empty stomach. Although his stomach did growl at the thought of food, he pushed his thoughts aside and politely seated himself within the group, straightening his posture like Lionstar.

It wasn't long before Bearpaw's pelt grew hot with awkward tension as he glanced between Lionstar, Fawnsqueak, and Frostflight. His tail tightened around his paws. Why are we all here? He was too afraid to ask aloud, so side-glancing up at Lionstar, he hoped the leader would explain this whole "secret-meeting". Or was this the norm with training? Bearpaw shrugged inwardly. Not like he would know.

[Dust]

BILL. Dipper Venus

Frostflight followed quickly in after Bearpaw and Lionstar, his pelt warm with embarrassment from having to witness such a.. chaotic meeting. It was obvious his mood had been turned sour, like curdled milk in the sun... What an absolute mess. With a soft sigh, he shook his head. It didn't matter - what he was more interested in was this meeting. Why... bring Bearpaw? Taking a seat nearby Lionstar and Fawnsqueak, the deputy dipped his head to both. Frostflight was still weary of Fawn, bringing up a reluctant gaze before quickly turning his attention to Lionstar,

"What is this meeting about?" He questioned quietly, leaning forward as if a means to hear the others better. Where they meant to whisper? Was it a secret?

[BEAR.]

Lionstar raised his tail to quiet Fawnsqueak, ears twitching as he stared at his mate. "What was what, dear?" But he had no intentions of letting Pine Fawn answer, attention snapping to the other two that entered.

He didn't really like Fawnsqueak was here, but as long as he didn't interject he would tolerate it. "As you know Frostflight, ShadowClan's Plantheart is a piece of ancient loner history who will not survive long in this world. Their Clan is a mess, but with tensions rising between us I want to get the upper paw on them in case they try anything. That Sleetsnow is a slippery cat, and I refuse to stand by and let ShadowClan grow stronger without having tabs on them.

"That's why I have a plan, and Bearpaw here will do just nicely for it. Bearpaw, this is a mission of great importance, and you should not stray from this or you may jeopardize not only your well-being, but RiverClan's as well. Frostflight will be masking his scent with the mud of Lionsgrove's bank and planting bear cub fur near one of their main streams to fake a sign from the Star Cats.

"This sign will point Bearpaw out to be their next medicine cat apprentice. Trust me, it will work-- that Grasshealth cat is stupider than a frog, and she'll get that idea in her head quickly enough. There aren't many young Bears- in the Clans right now, and if we have Bearpaw go on a border patrol over there frequently they'll catch on real quick.

"Bearpaw, once you've joined their Clan you will be tasked with keeping an eye on their activities. Patrol strength, ceremonies, overhearing any of that.. Nightpelt's plans, especially if it relates to RiverClan. You would have a free pass to enter our territory as a medicine cat in training, and in the event you are caught, you always have a home here." Lionstar wasn't going to kick out one of his Clan-mates, he just saw this as an opportunity to get in good with another Clan. Against their will.

"Frostflight, I want you to leave now. There's some fur not far from Lionsgrove-- grab that, plant the sign, and we should send a patrol with Bearpaw over there tomorrow. It gives them time to find it."

Dust, Dipper, Venus

[Fawn]

[[skip my turn]]

[Doom]

BILL. Dust Dipper

He wants me to be a spy?!

Bearpaw's tail tightened even more around his paws, probably cutting off circulation. This can't be legal...but the leader's word is the warrior code, right? Can't argue with that. Now that he thought about it, he was a bit bulky to be a RiverClanner, and part of him didn't like the idea of swimming anyways. At least living in ShadowClan would save him from the chance of drowning! The shadowy cats can't be that bad if they think he's one of them. As for the part on becoming a medicine cat, Bearpaw wasn't too thrilled about it. He wasn't very good at remembering things, so learning herbs might be a struggle for him. But it might be easy, who knows?

Oh yeah. He liked this plan. It was genius.

It was a lot of information to take in at once, but the fluffy tom-kit managed to keep up with his mentor's lengthy exposition, nodding along in agreement with everything ordered. At the end of it, Bearpaw let out a held-back purr of excitement. "O-Of course, Lionstar!" A smile lit up his muzzle. He couldn't believe it – out of all the cats in RiverClan, Lionstar chose him to be the spy! Maybe this wasn't such a bad day, after all.

[Dust]

Frostflight quietly dipped his head, drinking in the information. Fur. Border. Plant it. It was simple plan and with the sun beginning to set, he would make it by nightfall. Perfect.

"It will be done." With another dip of his head to the trio, Frostflight nudged the newly made apprentice, "Goodluck," He chimed with a smirk, flicking his tail against Bearpaw's shoulder before he ducked out of Lionsden, briskly making his way out of camp.

BILL. Dipper Venus

[BEAR.]

With Frostflight gone, Lionstar nodded briskly to Bearpw. "You are dismissed for today. Get settled in the apprentice den, and remember-- no one should know of this. This will be our little secret."
Venus

[Doom]

BILL.

Dipping his head goodbye to Flightfrost, Bearpaw stood and gave one last nod of understanding to Lionstar. So no telling Beetlepaw...got it. "My lips are sealed." He winked at his mentor, then exited the den with a slight skip in his step.

[BEAR.]

With Bearpaw gone, Lionstar turned his attention on the last cat in his den: Fawnsqueak. "What did you want to talk about, dear?"
Dipper

[Fawn]

Deer. Deer? It echoed in his head but was lost among the complexities of this... them, and it was so loud that he hardly paid attention about the scene unfolding before him. Unleashing Bearpaw on ShadowClan was an unusual move, but...

Fawnsqueak didn't care. It was their issue to contend with.

In a bout of exasperation, he suddenly spilled, "Why do you keep calling me that? ..It's Fawn. Fawn, not.. deer. Is it because you think I'm some-- grown up warrior now, so you 'upgraded' it?" His voice cracked over the words, another pocket of hurt uncovered as it brought his new status to the forefront of his mind. He wasn't ready. He couldn't do this. He almost didn't last through his own ceremony. "Lionstoar," he awkwardly muttered, neck bent so his gaze rested pitifully upon the den flooring, "I... still really don't know if I'm ready." At least the interruption with Frostflight and Bearpaw had given him a pinch of time to recollect himself, not that it'd been enough. A decade wouldn't be enough after that spectacle on the Streamstone.

"And... about what happened," Fawnsqueak began, straightening stiffly, "I'm-- like I said when.. uh, you walked in, I'm sorry. I didn't know, okay? I didn't know you were going to... I didn't even know you had romantic," he hung on the word like it was a question with his head cocked, "feelings for me? I mean, you might want to let a guy know before you go up in front of everyone like that and, yeah.."


BILL.

[BEAR.]

"Dear, not deer. As in a term of endearment, silly Pine Fawnsqueak. I haven't made another change to your name, you are still a fawn-." The wave of emotions crashing over Fawnsqueak was lost to Lionstar, tilting his head as he looked at his mate with confusion. "What do you mean? You've been ready this whole time." There was no going back at this point, only forward. Joined together by their mateship.

"Romantic?" Lionstar couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the assumption. "Oh, Fawnsqueak. I like you as a friend, but romantically is a far stretch. This isn't about love, darling, this is about being together. Forever. Neither of us will be lonely again."
Dipper

[Fawn]

... That was not better. He kind of wished they could go back to when he thought it was deer, because at least that had a frail string of logic attached. This was... something else, something bordering on mania, and he was concerned for Lionstar. And himself. "If you're sure," he eventually sighed in regard to his new rank, compartmentalizing that for now. He'd have plenty of time for thinking later. "But.. mates? I don't think we're mates, not exactly." Fawnsqueak was beginning to question if he'd lacked clarity in his response to Lionstar atop the Streamstone, as deeply as he hated the notion of having to repeat himself.

Lionstar, I didn't agree to.. No, no. It was flimsy and left the possibility for Lionstar to override it. Maybe... We aren't mates, Lionstar. I'm sorry. Should he apologize? Fawnsqueak's fretting stopped there, interrupted by the revelation that Lionstar wasn't romantically interested but had hopes of filling a void. And that made things so much simpler for a second until it was way worse again, the complexities woven into their friendship itself and Lionstar's fears. It was a while before he could find words. "Oh.. Uh," he cleared his throat, "funny thing, about that... I'm not really lonely."

Fawnsqueak tried for a sympathetic smile that only looked empty, like a tired wince. He dropped it. "I think I'd kind of want to be mates with someone who, y'know, feels that way for me-- but," he couldn't bear to see the disappointment, so he tried to conjure a different solution, "maybe.. we could be something more than mates. It's.. it's not romantic, it's like friends that can never leave each other?" It was a commitment he prayed would satisfy, and wasn't too far of a compromise when the alternative was apparently being mates in Lionstar's mind.

BILL.

[BEAR.]

They .. weren't mates? That was a falsehood, Lionstar quickly determined. Of course they were mates-- what else would they be? After such a grand romantic gesture, Fawnsqueak didn't seriously reject him. It was a joke, Fawnsqueak was just being difficult. They were mates.

They were mates.

And of course Fawnsqueak was lonely. He lived for Lionstar's company. They were best friends. They were more than just friends.

And he knew Fawnsqueak felt the same, he just said he did. Right? "Honey, that's what a mate is. Friends who will never leave each other, bound forever.." Lionstar narrowed his eyes at Fawnsqueak, hackles raised at a thought-- was this a roundabout way of trying to deny Lionstar the right of his paw in mateship?

What did Lionstar have to do to get Fawnsqueak to say yes, make him deputy?

Well. That actually wasn't a bad idea. "Unless... you're thinking about me making you a deputy." Dipper

[Fawn]

"Nah, I mean... for me, I was thinking a mate would be something more romantic, y'know? I'm not aromantic and kind of want that connection with someone, soo..." he trailed off, waiting to gauge Lionstar's reaction. "It just-- wouldn't work with us. We're seeking different things." Lionstar was hoping to trap some poor sucker into never leaving, Fawnsqueak was inclined toward love.

Fawnsqueak heart skipped a beat at deputy. Deputy?? Him? His jaw tightened. That'd entail working with Frostflight, which was doable, but helping run a Clan at Lionstar's side? He was barely fit to be a warrior! And that wasn't even considering the issue of never training an apprentice... After fidgeting and clearing his throat, he eventually said, "That, uh.. would be a bad idea." He'd put his all into it, but logically, it would be a poor choice. "I was thinking of a separate thing entirely, more like..." Fawnsqueak debated, calculating, figuring out the best method of appealing to Lionstar, "someone who you can't divorce- like mates can. Mates can leave each other, break ups and all that. This-- this is a bigger commitment. It's... life partners." ...Did that sound believable?

BILL.

[BEAR.]

Life partners and a deputy? That sounded like a plan. A great idea. "Alright, it's a deal. You're my life partner and you'll be one of my deputies." Maybe he should throw Eagleflight into the deputy position too. The tom had an eagerness to serve the Clan Lionstar could appreciate, and it'd put some pressure on Frostflight with how lazy he'd been lately. Oh, that one pissed him off.

"You are dismissed, darling. Expect a Clan meeting tonight-- you have a very special place in it." Dipper

[The Cannibal]

BILL.

It took a while for the brown tabby to come to this conclusion, a few nights just staring at the wall, not that days seemed to be much different in that regard, but he had thought about it. And he decided he wasn't suited for this anymore. He wasn't nearly as active, as headstrong, as vocal, as useful as Lionstar at this point. His clan had all but dissolved into Riverclan and so with his resignation, the last trace of that mountain clan would be wiped clean. It was bittersweet really, who would have thought that by leading his clan here in order to help them, that he would ultimately bring about the peaceful destruction of it. Who would have thought he would have led his clan to quietly dissolve in the night, a clan once so proud and strong, now just another piece in the original clans that were here before they arrived. At the very least they had a home, a place to be. They weren't dead, so he didn't fail in that regard.
For once, he had taken a walk, out in the territory, avoiding the water (too cold, and too hard on his bones at the moment), to finally come to his conclusion. So now he entered the den, his face trying to mask what he was feeling, but he didn't have the mask of happiness he used to wear. He was tired, he was saddened and he was downright embarrassed he couldn't lead his clan anymore, not like he used to. There was a time in every leaders life where they just weren't suited anymore, and Grousestar had reached that point. At the very least he was alive right? He hadn't disappeared like Lemonstar, he didn't die like Windystar, he was still alive. He just.. He wouldn't be a leader anymore. He'd hardly be suited for a warrior, so it was time to join the elders.
Clearing his throat, Grousestar wouldn't let his voice waver. Not this time. Not anymore. This was his final decision, and final act as leader of Skyclan.
"Lionstar, do you have a moment?"

[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak grimaced and wished he could batter Lionstar in soft-pawed fury because he just wasn't getting it. He wasn't trying to get it, willfully and blissfully ignorant in his dumb plan to make him deputy and a life partner. "Lionstar, no," he stressed, "I really don't think I'm cut out for the whole.. deputy thing, definitely not yet." Likely never, but it was still impossibly intimidating.

Ears perked in sudden alarm, he shook his head, too stubborn to budge an inch. "What? No-- I.. I need to hear that you understand. No deputy, just life partners, alright?" He gave a leveling stare, swallowing thickly. "You want what's best for RiverClan, yeah? And... right now, at least, that's not me."

BILL.

Hearing another voice from the mouth of the den, Fawnsqueak whirled around to see Grousestar. Oh. That... complicated things, but he gave a last pained look at Lionstar as he made the decision to yield the rest of their time. "I'll let you guys talk. Lionstar, remember what I said about, uh, you know. That stuff you told me about." In the presence of the other leader, his stubbornness was overruled by his respect for Grousestar and their conference, so he left with a simple dip of his head.

[BEAR.]

Lionstar had already made up his mind on making Fawnsqueak a deputy. He'd do fine, Lionstar was sure. If Fawnsqueak couldn't handle the position, who could? Definitely not Frostflight, that was for sure. "You're all the future this Clan needs, sweetheart."

Grousestar's arrival disrupted their pleasant little chat, but Lionstar didn't mind-- Fawnsqueak couldn't move his position on this. "Grousestar, I haven't seen you in a while. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Dipper, The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

Briefly the tom had faltered at seeing Fawnsqueak in the den, but relaxed when the warrior stated that he would let them talk, to which Grousestar would politely dip his head and offer a smile. Once the warrior was out, the tabby padded to his nest, staring down at it for a moment before sitting just outside of it, facing Lionstar.
"I have reached a decision I've been struggling with for some time now. I believe it is time for me to resign as leader, I am no longer fit to complete my duties-" he had to pause, he could feel a knot trying to form in his throat. Briefly clearing his throat, he would continue. "I do not have the heart to announce it to the clan myself, so I was wondering if you could announce it for me, try to make it as normal and nonchalant as you can, could you? I just.. I'm. Ashamed. I just don't.." Grousestar growled to keep the tears at bay, turning his head to look anywhere but Lionstar. "I'm resigning as leader and I'd like to be moved to the elder's den because I'm not fit to be a warrior."

[BEAR.]

None of this was news to Lionstar. He was well aware Grousestar hadn't done.. really anything.. in moons. He couldn't recall him doing anything since that prey social event, and even that seemed.. like he wasn't very involved.

"So you're resigning." He opted to cut to the chase, not bothering to console Grousestar-- he didn't say anything that wasn't true. "I'm assuming you don't want to be called Grousestar anymore? I don't know what your warrior name is, it's kind of outdated, so unless you have a preference I'm just going to give you a new name."
The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

BILL.

For a moment the Tom was silent, it was obvious that this was harder for him than it was Lionstar, he even dared to think that the other preferred this than him trying to stick around. Eventually he nodded his head and looked back to the golden yellow tom.
"I would like a new name yes, my current name and my previous name from when I was a deputy do not suite me. Though I do have a final question, can I still get assigned small duties around camp? I dont.. Just want to sit there."

[BEAR.]

"We can work something out," Lionstar told him. He liked that idea a lot, actually-- Grousestar trying to be useful despite retiring. "I was going to ..rearrange.. the deputy situation as it were, so you'll have someone who can give you tasks to do." If Grousestar could leave the den, he could probably do simple tasks like collect moss from outside camp. Easy.

"Now, is that all you wanted to discuss?" The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

BILL.

The fact that he wouldn't be completely useless, that he'd still have a purpose in the clan, helped ease his mind. Nodding his head in agreement, the brown tabby would let out a long breath, taking a final look at his nest before looking to Lionstar again.
"No, I... I think that is all Lionstar. Thank you for what you do for this clan, and I'm sure you'll remain a great leader for Riverclan."
Standing up, he'd dip his head before turning to leave the den. Things were finally arranged and were soon to be completed. It was the end of a long 2 year reign. He could finally rest.

[BEAR.]

The more Lionstar thought about it, the more useful Grousestar seemed as an elder. Between fixing up the camp and just.. improving the attitudes of younger cats. Grousestar had always been polite to him when they talked. Oh, yes. He liked that a lot. Teach them some manners.

Getting to his paws, Lionstar moved to leave as well. He liked being praised even more-- it was more than Fallenstar ever did. It was startling, the realization this near-stranger was kinder to him than the cat that made him deputy. More reasons to dislike Fallenstream.

"Thank you for being a better leader than Fallenstream." It was earnest, both in behavior and how he attempted to keep his Clan together instead of throwing them into battles he couldn't win. Lionstar was still annoyed Fallenstream got their Clan driven out once-- what kind of idiot would anger all three Clans at the same time? "Come, I planned on doing ceremonies today. We can do yours too."
The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

BILL.

To say in the least, the brown tabby was slightly taken aback by the complement. Lionstar wasn't exactly the one to hand them out freely, and honestly, he had thought the younger tom didn't like him. But at least they agreed on the matter of Fallenstream, Grousestar had never liked the tom much, thought of him as too rash, too quick to anger. In fact, Fallenstream had been the first leader he had ever disliked. It was interesting to see that his successor felt the same way, at least to a degree.
He wasn't sure how to handle the complement, but instead offered a smile and slight dip of the head. No words needed to be said to show he appreciated the kind words. He had tried his best as leader, to keep his clan out of harms way and to help others.
"Right, let's get this done and finalized," the older tom murmured, following alongside Lionstar as he padded out of the den.

[pidgeon]

Eagleflight padded carefully into the den, heart still racing like a rabbit's. He would soon find out what the hell Lionstar was thinking, appointing three deputies at once. And why would he want to talk to Eagleflight, alone?
He hoped that this was more than just a business meeting between them. He honestly wanted to make sure that his leader was okay. He did not seem the most...mentally sound at that meeting. What leader appoints a cat who isn't even present as his deputy, and then acts as him? It had certainly been quite the scene, and not one that had made Lionstar look very good.


Trying to plot out the exact words he would say aloud, he took a deep breath, puffing out his chest as he sat down on the cold floor of the leader's den, awaiting the moment when the golden tabby would waltz through the entrance.

[BEAR.]

Contrary to Eagleflight's belief, Lionstar was fine. Perfectly fine. Portraying Fawnsqueak was a performance, a brilliant show-- and he thought he did a damn good job of it.

With three deputies under his paws, he felt invincible. As the might of RiverClan grew, so would his ranks. He had ideas to expand, to make RiverClan stronger than it'd been in the days of Fallowstar herself. And now, he knew he had strong, loyal, dedicated cats he could trust. If Frostfli-- no, he wouldn't think of him as so. Frostflight had died the moment he joined SkyClan and betrayed RiverClan. Frostfall was the cat beneath Lionstar, the constant disappointment he grew to ..barely tolerate. He was sick of his inaction, his slothfulness. Tonight, things would change. For the better.

"Eagleflight," Lionstar's voice was silky smooth as he spoke to his fiery companion, his name rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. "I can't imagine what you must be thinking right now, but let me make this clear: Frostfall is not fit to serve as deputy alone. As simple as it'd be to remove that tick entirely, he has some experience in the position I don't care to dispose of so quickly. I know he's making some attempt of being a capable deputy, he just sucks at it. And that's.. well, it's not fine by any means, but I'm not going to kick him out of the position of deputy for that. I am giving him the opportunity of redemption, and both you and Fawnsqueak are key to that. I cannot run this Clan with someone who can hardly send out patrols and bring them back. There are so many plans I want to set in motion, I want to improve RiverClan's way of life and he has hindered this with his poor decision making skills. That's where you, specifically, come in.

"I have a first task for you to do as deputy. I understand the patrol from SkyClan's old territory has finally returned and reported the area clear, so I want you to send another patrol to lay down scent markers. I want these markers to be heavy, to make it clear that land is ours now. In addition, I want the border to be expanded to take the beach as well. The other Clans don't use it and we can hunt along the shoreline and in the shallow water.

"Once those are underway, I need you to oversee the tunnel expansions. If you are unaware, the tunnels are the old home of the Clans. Many seasons ago we flourished belowground, only for a flood to tear that away and force us to abandon our home. Most of the tunnels have collapsed or are filled with water, but I had Frostfall send a patrol to recover some old entrances and reconstruct them. Ideally, I want to reclaim RiverClan's old camp as a backup shelter-- or part of it, and have a set of tunnels run to each of the other Clans. We can use these networks for a pawful of things: attacks, espionage, .. in the event our Clan needs to escape quickly, we could use these as a route as well. From my understanding, many of the old entrances look like badger burrows or fox dens, but they are long abandoned. Check those out, and do not take volunteers. While it is dangerous, waiting on cats to join your patrol will only waste precious time. Leaf-bare is around the corner and soon, the ground will be too frozen to dig.

"And finally, a special assignment for you. I feel as if our warriors are lacking adept fighting skills, and I would like you to oversee a specialized training course designed to make our warriors stronger. Apprentices can, of course, participate but I feel as if this should be focused on making an elite set of Clan-mates. Strong, powerful warriors who can dominate any enemy on the battlefield and ensure the victory of our Clan. For the purpose of this, I want the training to be intense-- with the final assessment being an actual battle between Clan-mates, claws unsheathed. I want these cats to be battle hardened and prepared for the worst."

Almost affectionately, he flicked his tail against Eagleflight's shoulder. "You will be more than just a deputy, Eagleflight. You will be... my commander. The commander of our warriors, and the future of RiverClan's training."

Casper

[pidgeon]

Eagleflight didn't think he could become more surprised than he already was. First he got appointed as one of three deputies, and now this? It was all so much to take in at once. He tried desperately to keep up, to absorb every possible bit of information that he could. He would have to ask Lionstar to repeat himself, likely.

"Y-Yes, sir," He stammered, his ears folded back a bit in his confusion. "SkyClan border markers, tunnel expansion, battle training." He uttered the words to himself, oversimplifying them to make them stick in his brain.

SkyClan border markers, tunnel expansion, battle training. SkyClan border markers, tunnel expansion, battle training. He repeated them in his head, over and over. He would not forget. He wouldn't let his leader down! He was so afraid that he was going to forget something, or screw something up...No, he wouldn't do that. Lionstar was counting on him! If the handsome golden leader thought he could trust Eagleflight with so many important duties at once, then clearly he saw something in the russet warrior that he didn't see in himself. He would likely have to ask Frostfall for help with all this, and he wasn't sure how the leader would feel about that. Or, for that matter, what Frostfall would think of that. The original deputy had not been particularly eager to speak to Eagleflight moments ago. But the newer deputy didn't see how he could do all of this on his own.

"If you don't mind my asking, sir, what will your part be in all of this?" He finally spoke up, after many moments in stunned silence. If he was throwing all of this responsibility on one cat, surely that meant that Lionstar himself was equally overburdened.

[Dust]

Nothing had helped... his 'relaxing' walk was a bust and he arrived back in camp just as angry as he had left. Without a second thought, Frostfall barged into the den, his voice wavering,

"Lionstar, I want to talk to you, immediately!" He simply ignored Eagleflight, keeping a challenging gaze on the golden feline.

BILL. Casper

[BEAR.]

Lionstar wasn't as concerned with getting these tasks completed as Eagleflight was-- he trusted he'd do a good job in light of Frostfall's failures. He had time and Lionstar knew he wouldn't waste it. The hardest part would be getting the elite battle training underway, but he held confidence in Eagleflight that he would tackle that task as soon as the others were underway.

To be honest, as long as there was progress, he didn't care how Eagleflight handled it. His issue with Frostfall stemmed from.. the inactivity, the laziness, the lack of commitment to the Clan. Just.. everything. "While you are focused on these, I will be seeing that Frostfall actually does his job for a change and maintains the patrols around our territory. I planned on having Fawnsqueak focus on the upkeep of the camp, assigning tasks to cats like Grousest-art to keep them feeling.. useful."

Lionstar gave him a small smile, patting his shoulder lightly. "Rest assured, Eagleflight. You are not alone in this. If you feel overwhelmed or have to focus your attention on one objective over another, tell me. I am here to help you."

At Frostfall's interruption, his expression fell to annoyance. "Oh. It's you. Eagleflight, could you please give us some privacy?" Casper, Dust

[pidgeon]

Dust

Eagleflight let out a sigh, partially due to stress and partially due to the relief that came with knowing Lionstar was there to help him. He just didn't want to let him down, more than anything. "It will be done, Lionstar," he nodded, confidence rising to the surface.

That confidence seemed to dwindle when Frostfall stepped into the den. Uh oh... As much as he wanted to befriend Frostfall, to work together, he didn't see how that could happen. The original deputy seemed to want nothing to do with him. Eagleflight glanced at his leader, and then to the deputy, before nodding hesitantly.

"As you wish, sir." He tried not to let his apprehension show as he backed slowly out of the den to allow the two to hash out their disagreements.

[Dust]

Frostfall watched Eagleflight with bristled fur and as soon as he disappeared into the clearing, the deputy turned immediately back to Lionstar. His eyes were blazing with an icy rage, lips pulled back as he hissed at the other,

"What is the meaning of this, Lionstar? You appoint Eagleflight AND Fawnsqueak as deputies... change my name to -Fall? FALL?! Am I nothing but a joke to you now? Please tell me this is some kind of cruel joke or some type of lesson to be learned." Frostfall's tail lashed viciously behind him, pushing bits of reed and moss around the den.

BILL.

[BEAR.]

"Are you deaf?" Lionstar questioned, narrowing his eyes at the pale tom. "Did you not listen to the ceremony, or are you so thick-skulled you didn't understand that? You are a disgrace, Frostfall. You have repeatedly failed your duties as a deputy to the point where I had little choice but to enlist those two to pick up your slack. Do you honestly think sending a couple patrols out every moon is going to secure our borders? How are we supposed to keep our territory if it's not well marked? Have you considered that, oh, I don't know, ShadowClan or ThunderClan might try to move the faint markers because we don't seem to care? Do you even give a damn? You seem a hell of a lot more focused on your name over the fact your negligence might cost us our territory." Dust

[BEAR.]

Thistlestep could hear Lionstar's loud voice several tail-lengths away from the den, and he paused a couple tail-lengths outside. Yeah, he didn't want to get in on that.

"Good luck." It was all he could voice to Truthpaw before he slipped away, heading back into the clearing. Aquilex

[Dust]

"No, I'm not deaf," Frostfall spat at the other, "I just don't understand why you need to be breathing down my back all the time. Insulting me, degrading me... you never change, Lionstar! Ever since this stupidity with SkyClan all you've done is spit in my face and I'm sick and tired of it! You want more patrols?! Is that what you want?!" He yowled spitefully. Unaware just how loud he had raised his voice, Frostfall took a moment to pause, his chest heaving with two parts anger and exhaustion. He wanted to cry like he had in the woods, so frustrated and fed up. When he had walked into the den, Lionstar had looked so... bright?... so proud of Eagleflight... and then when he turned to look at him? A gutteral growl rumbled in his throat at the thought, tail lashing back and forth. Why couldn't he have that? Why could he never have that?!

"Nothing I do is ever right, is it? Is it because I'm just some traitor?" His anger began to amp up again, eyes watering, yet no tears fell. "You think I'm here just sitting on my paws to let the other clans in? Like I'll just run off with them when things start getting difficult?! You think I want that sheep to take over my position?! And Fawnsqueak isn't even experienced enough to be a deputy!"

[Aquilex]

Thistlestep could hear Lionstar's loud voice several tail-lengths away from the den, and he paused a couple tail-lengths outside. Yeah, he didn't want to get in on that.

"Good luck." It was all he could voice to Truthpaw before he slipped away, heading back into the clearing. Aquilex

Truthpaw cast a desperate glance back at Thistlestep as he walked away, then turned back to face Lionstar's den. Taking a deep breath, she carefully stepped inside. Her ears flattened as she noticed that two toms - Lionstar and a cat she vaguely remembered as Frost...flight? Staying silent, she waited awkwardly for Lionstar to notice her.

[BEAR.]

Lionstar was in Frostfall's face in an instance, teeth bared. "The only one here who hasn't changed is you. I forgave your treachery for the good of the Clan, and gave you the opportunity to prove yourself worthy of being named a deputy. You have neglected patrols in favor of feeling sorry for yourself and nothing you say will excuse that behavior.

"RiverClan needs to continue moving forward. I am not Grouseheart-- I will not be appeased with a lazy deputy who only cares about himself. I want to ensure the survival and strength of this Clan and if you don't feel the same, perhaps I should only have those two as my deputies. Call Fawnsqueak inexperienced all you want, but I know he took charge of that ThunderClan patrol when you failed to keep it going. He has more life experience than you ever will."

The fur of his hackles flattened at the approach of an unfamiliar cat, and he closed his mouth in favor of a small smile. He was calm. Collected. "Who's there?" Dust, Aquilex

[Aquilex]

Truthpaw swallowed the lump in her throat and stepped forward, trying to keep her chin high and her paws steady. "Lionstar," she meowed, her voice wavering though she tried to seem strong. "I'm sorry for...interrupting. I'm Truthpaw. I don't know if you remember me, I was an apprentice in RiverClan up until a few moons ago. I was captured by Twolegs and held hostage in one of their dens. I..." she trailed off for a moment and turned her head slightly to gaze at a long claw scratch on her shoulder before turning back to the leader. "I fought tooth and claw to get home, and I came to ask if you would be willing to accept me back." Heart hammering in her chest, the once confident - and even somewhat arrogant - Truthpaw now looked up at Lionstar, her yellow eyes almost pleading with him.

[BEAR.]

Lionstar didn't need a long explanation on why she disappeared. He didn't even know who she was.. did he? She seemed vaguely familiar but he didn't recall any personal interactions with her. Given her relative age, he assumed she was an acquaintance of Fawnsqueak-- maybe his darling Pine Fawn had some thoughts about this she-cat.

Alas, he was not here.. so Lionstar was going to have to use his magnificent judgement to deem this one's worthiness.

She seemed genuine unlike Frostfall, and had a dedication to the Clan he wished Frostfall inhabited. Truthpaw though.. that prefix didn't make sense to him. Why would anyone be named Truth-?

"Sure," Lionstar said. "But we're going to need to do something about that name of yours. I don't understand what Fallenstar was thinking when he let some of you cats become apprentices! Your name doesn't make sense.. there's no reason a cat should be named 'truth' at birth. Here's what I'm going to do: once I'm done with Frostfall, we'll announce another Clan meeting regarding your return and I'll throw in a name change with your new mentor. Sound good? Good."

He didn't give her a chance to confirm the plan, his mind already made. Besides, he knew the perfect mentor for her. Aquilex

[Aquilex]

Truthpaw's ear twitched. Surprisingly, she was okay - even happy - with her name being changed. She straightened herself, her yellow eyes seeming to harden with pride and dedication. She was home, that was all that mattered. Dipping her head respectfully to Lionstar, she turned and padded out.

[Dust]

When Lionstar got in his face, oh! He wanted to thwack him so badly - tell him to get away, get lost, but he remained as silent as stone, eyes watering with potential tears. He didn't want to break down in front of the leader... show how disheartened and frustrated he was. How weak he was. Took control of the patrol? More experienced in life?! Frostfall let a growl rumble in his chest. What did that matter?! Frostfall had done what he needed to and patrol had barely heeded his words... with half of it just whispering carelessly for most the trip! That was his fault?! Well... perhaps he would just have to get more serious, force them to listen. Yeah... Just as he was about to open his mouth to rebute Lionstar's last statement, an apprentice walked in and the way the leaders attitude changed sent him spiraling, but all he could muster was a pathetic sound that gurgled from the back of his throat as he watched on his surprise, mouth hanging agape.

As the interaction quickly ended, Frostfall felt his stomach burn with anticipation... ready to defend himself but... what was even the point. Just refueling the fire only to have himself set ablaze with self doubt and anger. Frostfall's tail lashed rapidly behind him as he glared at Lionstar. "I understand Lionstar, I'll do better." All lies. Words to appease the bossman, keep himself cozy in the rank to give the fish brains exactly what they deserved. They couldn't be trusted... like kits being led around by a pretty feather. His voice was guttural as he finally averted his gaze to the den floor,

"May I be excused?"

[BEAR.]

Lionstar wasn't convinced by Frostfall's statement, narrowing his eyes at the gray tom distrustfully. Yeah, that wasn't going to fly with him. "I don't think you do, Frostfall. Do you remember when I told you to tom up a moon and a half ago? That still stands. I don't want a weak-willed little kitten as one of my deputies. Frankly, having multiple isn't the most ideal situation given RiverClan is no longer split between two Clans, but you left me no choice. Eagleflight is at least eager to do the tasks I assigned. You were only eager to plant Bearpaw in ShadowClan." It felt like with the expansions and tunnels dying under Frostfall's watch, he was unreliable. He didn't support RiverClan like a true deputy should.

Lionstar didn't plan on excusing the tom until he heard his thoughts. He was tired of the Quiet Game Frostfall wanted to play.

Dust

[Dust]

Frostfall's body trembled on the spot as Lionstar denied his exit. Why couldn't he just let him drift? Let the last struggling threads of their relationship snap. Why did he have to bear the weight of failure when he had been trying his best? It wasn't his fault... it wasn't. It was hard to convince himself that though.. and as he took a hesitant step forward, his icy gaze locked onto the golden feline.

"I was eager- I AM eager!" He hissed in disbelief, his face warming with emotion. "I can only do so much with every step I take being resisted! Its not about tom'ing up, I just..." He stopped abruptly, anger... grief... everything was getting the better of him. "I've already said it, nothing has been the same since I took the position as SkyClan's deputy. I signed away everyone's trust for a dying clan. For somewhere I didn't even belong or feel wanted and for what? Power? I wanted to feel like I was something more. Not just a pawn set to suffer, pretending to be nice to everyone all the time because I can't swallow my own past." An angry sob shook his body, but he remained determined, swallowing back the pain rising in his throat. "Bearpaw is no different than the rest, I wasn't eager to send that poor untrained apprentice into ShadowClan territory, but with him there imagine the things we could know! The things we could prevent! The range? The patrol came back behind schedule... the tunnels? Firehawk's hesitation had everyone worried! Do I need to be more stern? Do I need to start raising my voice to get my point across?! Holding the paw of every patrol that is sent out? I had no help - Especially not from you! I'm still trying to figure this out just like you did, just please..." Frostfall blinked away the tears, the anger dying down into a more solemn tone, "I want you to be proud of me. The way you looked at Eagleflight when I walked in... the excitement we shared speaking of the tunnels... I want you to trust me again. I hate this. I hate that we aren't friends. I hate that I've messed up everything trying to fix it.." The moment was short-lived as his gaze burned once more with a dangerous fury, the thoughts swirling viciously in his head.

"But, you want me to tom up? Done. I understand. Let me show you what I can do." It was a sincere threat.

BILL.

[BEAR.]

"Are you?" Lionstar spat in his face. "For someone who claims to be eager, you were quick to let it fail! I have given you multiples chances to redeem yourself, Frostfall. I tried to be patient. I gave you a shot at being my deputy, solo when Fallenstream resigned so you would have a shot of proving yourself to me. That was generous of me when you chose to be inactive as SkyClan's deputy. Quite honestly, I'm glad you were-- it made killing that useless Clan so much easier. You made the decision to abandon RiverClan, remember that." And Frostfall had confirmed his suspicions. It was for power. "You were our friend, a member of our family.. and you threw that all away in favor of playing the deputy of another Clan. How did you not expect backlash? No one cares about your past, Frostfall. I forgave your treachery when I allowed you to remain deputy, and now all that matters is this: you are not taking charge of your role. I don't care if patrols are running behind, or if an ancient warrior is telling you the dead is angry with our decision, I don't care!

"I am sick and tired of excuses. You are a deputy. Act like one. If a patrol is gone for a moon, send out a damn search party! Check on them! You've been deputy almost as long as I was, you should be smart enough to take initiative if things aren't working your way. That tunnel patrol? Firewing could have easily been dismissed once he showed you the entrance. He wasn't a digger, he was a locater. Any cats with cold paws aren't worth the Clan's time. We have more important things to deal with than cats crying about 'dangerous tunnels.' Trust me-- if they were dangerous, we wouldn't have lived in them so long. If you need help, you need to tell me. Don't point your little toe, don't cry about how overwhelmed you are. I will help you but first I need to see you are making an actual effort in this. Sending out a patrol and then waiting for things to come to you isn't how you get things done.

"If you want to regain my trust, if you want me to be proud of you, I need to see effort. I need to see change. I have no interest in maintaining a relationship with a deputy that isn't visibly trying to help our Clan progress. I've said this before, and I'll say this again: I am not Grouseheart or Fallenstream. I am not Russetswirl. I am not Buckfrost.

"I am Lionstar, and I fully intend on bringing RiverClan and our ranks back to a state of glory. Being nice all the time? That's not how you knock cats into shape. Get loud, Frostfall. Use your voice. Don't ask cats to listen, make them."

Dust

[Dust]

He had expected to feel dejected by the speech, but as Lionstar rambled on... he actually... made sense? It was strange. On one paw, Lionstar was clearly insulting him, but on the other he was giving him advice? Was this intentional? Blinking away a few stray tears, Frostfall raised a curious brow having a quiet moment of realization. Take control. Be loud. Oddly validating. Frost sucked in a breath, recomposing himself with a nod.

"Thank you..." slight confusion was evident in his voice as he continued to process the words in his head, though he gave the golden feline a sincere glance. "No more excuses... I'll do better, let me show you what I can do." It held just as much conviction as when he had said it before. No more pansy footing around the situation. It was time to MAKE them know he was their deputy. No more being pushed around.

BILL.

[BEAR.]

Satisfied that Frostfall had GOTTEN something out of this, Lionstar nodded.

"You're free to go. I'll be announcing another Clan meeting shortly for that.. Troutpaw.. cat." Was that her name? He couldn't remember, just knew he didn't like it. Dust

[touka]

@bill
littlepaw called in to lionstar seeing if he was there hoping he was so they could speak

[BEAR.]

Lionstar was just getting back from his patrol when he caught sight of the apprentice loitering outside of his den.

Mildly amused, his voice raised an octave to try to disguise his voice-- albeit poorly! "Looking for someone?"
caswshay617 (don't mention me here please! I get instant notifications due to my subscription to this thread.)

[touka]

(ok sorry)
"oops" she said padding over to lionstar,"i just needed to have a conversation with you if that's ok"

[BEAR.]

Oh, fish. It didn't work-- disappointing.

"About what?" Lionstar eyed the approaching apprentice cautiously, disliking her lack of getting to the point. "Look, if you're being bullied by the other apprentices, running to me to snitch on them isn't going to solve your problem."
caswshay617

[touka]

"no, no i just have been working around the clan for a while now and i don't have a mentor, and ive just been here for a long time just working, so i was wondering that if i could have a mentor" she said

[BEAR.]

"... If you weren't assigned a mentor by Fallenstream when he was leader, why didn't you come here sooner?" Lionstar was instantly annoyed by this revelation. Another Frozenpaw? Great. He'd enjoying watching this one also take eight seasons to become a warrior.

"I will assign you a new mentor, but just be aware: if your mentor is neglectful or goes missing, you come straight to me. Do you understand?"
caswshay617

[touka]

"yes sir, and i was made a paw when he was leader but didn't get a mentor, but its ok i'm sorry for bugging you and thanks for giving me a mentor, ive never had one before, what should i expect?"

[BEAR.]

Lionstar didn't care that she had bothered him, he hated that she waited so long. "You should expect to be actually trained, for starters." He had some words for their former leader, and none of them were pretty. "I will be doing a Clan meeting later today-- I suggest you attend if you want to receive a mentor. Now, is that all?" caswshay617

[touka]

"yes thank you sir, i hope you have a great day, and i was wondering if i could go on a hunting patrol, that's all i have to ask"

[BEAR.]

The tip of Lionstar's tail twitched. He did like being called 'sir'. That was probably the highlight of this discussion. "That would be up to your mentor and Frostfall." Lionstar did plan on orchestrating some patrols later, but it wouldn't be a common occurrence-- he just hadn't seen Frostfall do it for some time. "Is that all?" caswshay617

[The Cannibal]

Fur slightly damp from the sea-spray, and the salty smell of the beach clinging to his fur, Yarrowpounce paused outside of the leaders den. He could smell two cats in there at the very least, but he'd rather get this out of the way as opposed to waiting around and getting yelled at by the golden tom. Nervously clearing his throat, he'd call from the entrance.
"Um, Lionstar it's Yarrowpounce.. My patrol is back from the beach and I was going to report back to you, if now's not a good time I can uh, come back.." Flicking his ear with uncertainty, he'd shift his weight and wait for a response from inside.

[BEAR.]

"Ah, yes, Mumblepounce! Come in." Lionstar's expectant gaze had snapped to the mostly white tom. This was the quiet one, wasn't it? Lionstar recalled it was hard to hear him when he tried to volunteer during their last meeting. "I trust it's only good news this time? Your patrol was definitely quicker than the moon you were gone before." The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

Taking a small breath to try and steel his confidence, the warrior made his way into the den, trying to hold his head level instead of ducked and submissive. He was trying to work on his confidence, he was tired of being so.. So unsure all of the time, worrying about what other cats thought. Not that it really mattered with Lionstar, Yarrowpounce saw him as a loose cannon and was really unsure of what to make of him. He just wanted to try and remain on his good side, if at all possible. He wouldn't know how to deal with it if the leader were upset with him.
Sighing internally as the leader called him by an incorrect and mocking name, he didn't have the guts to correct him at all. 'Just get it over with Yarrow, it won't take long.' Standing before Lionstar, he'd briefly duck his head in respect before responding. "Yes, good news sir. I-uh, sorry.. About the last patrol. A-Anyways, we were able to mark the beach but I don't think it'll stick for too long because of the constant spray of water from the waves. We didn't smell any loners, and other than hawks, there's not too many things to worry about there."

[BEAR.]

Lionstar wasn't too concerned about the markers staying.. it was a small inconvenience for a profitable strip of land. "As long as we hunt there frequently, the scents shouldn't be a problem. The important thing is it's ours now, and we have another supply of food for when Leaf-bare fully strikes. Good work, Mumblepounce. I suggest getting some food if you haven't already. You are dismissed." The Cannibal

[touka]

The tip of Lionstar's tail twitched. He did like being called 'sir'. That was probably the highlight of this discussion. "That would be up to your mentor and Frostfall." Lionstar did plan on orchestrating some patrols later, but it wouldn't be a common occurrence-- he just hadn't seen Frostfall do it for some time. "Is that all?" caswshay617

"yes sir, have a good day" she said as she walked out of the den

[Fuzzy]

hxneysuckle

Riverpaw wasn't sure how to respond to her comment on Lionstar's name. It was normal for a leader, was it not? "Uh, not really... he is a leader." She mewed glancing back for a moment. Upon doing so she noticed how much the queen was hobbling. Is she injured or sick? Oh StarClan she better not be really sick. The silver tabby thought whiskers twitching nervously. She really hoped this wasn't a mistake.
Riverpaw stayed silent the whole way after that not feeling comfortable talking with her. They were strangers after all. Entering camp she glanced around nervously. "...It's RiverClan's camp..." She commented heading to Lion's den. That was what he called it right?
Trying to clear her mind Riverpaw stopped at the entrance. Waving her tail behind her. "Uh, umm... Lionstar?" She called hoping the golden tom was in there.

[lio]

[ Fuzzy ]

Esmeralda carried her son through the unfamiliar stretch of land, trying not to get distracted as she follow the young she-cat. Her tail waved and she stood beside the Clan cat as she called into an important looking entrance, speaking the name that had been mentioned earlier. Please allow my son to stay, she thought, glancing down at the pale kit that was still swinging from her jaws. Snow's tail wriggled back and forth, though he remained still, a small squeak of curiosity coming from him as looked around at the large, foreign place around them.

[BEAR.]

Stars dammit! Lionstar had been finally ready to leave to do ceremonies and now here he was, once again stuck by some cat wanting to talk to him. Why did it have to be in his den? His patience was wearing thin-- he wanted to do more. "What?" It took all of his restraint to not snap as he responded to the voice, that.. Waterpaw. Eagleflight's apprentice, yes. What did she want? "Come in!"

His eyes narrowed at the sight of the loner queen and the fur in her mouth. So this was what Streampaw brought to him? Lionstar wasn't impressed, the she-cat looked like she was half a step from falling over dead. "Who are you?" It was less of a question and more of a demand, Lionstar immediately taking charge of this outsider situation. If this was one of those outsiders that wanted to join, he wasn't sold on the female-- there was something about her that didn't seem healthy. "Pondpaw, you are free to leave."

Fuzzy, hxneysuckle

[lio]

[ Fuzzy ]
[ going ahead and posting out of order just to get this rolling as fast as possible! ]

The queen glanced at her escort before sitting down, allowing her son to stand beside her. She looked at the Clan leader, not minding whether or not the other she-cat left or stayed. "I am Esmeralda, and this is my son, Snow. I wish for my son to join your Clan while I," she paused, trying to think of the story she had told Snow earlier, "go fight badgers that took over our den." Esmeralda kept a serious expression, though desperation glistened through her eyes. You can tell, can't you? she thought, tail twitching as her gaze was focused on the golden tom. "I know that my son will be safe in your paws, and will grow to be a wonderful young tom. He will make a fine addition to your Clan, I am sure of it. Though, I may be a bit biased," she added with a chuckle, hoping to lighten up the mood.
Snow squinted at the leader, but his face brightened as his mother explained her story. "Yeah, Momma is a hero! She'll fight those badgers away and then we can go home!" he exclaimed. Esmeralda masked her sadness with a thin smile, leaning down to lick Snow upon the head.
"That's right, darling," she mewed, then turned her attention back to the leader, "So, may Snow join? I will not be staying, so you have no worries about me." I won't be alive much longer anyways. She swallowed nervously. He must stay here.

[BEAR.]

Yes, she could 'fight badgers' all she wanted as long as it meant she didn't linger around his Clan. Lionstar wasn't sympathetic toward this feline-- cats who chose to be outsiders instead of an honorable Clan cat deserved whatever they got. "I'll allow your son to join, but for the sake of my Clan I would prefer if you departed before your... badgers get out of hand. Come," Lionstar rose to his paws, a flick of his tail indicating Esmeralda followed him out of his den with the kit. "He'll be relocated to the nursery. I'm sure some queen will take him in as her own."
hxneysuckle

[pidgeon]

Eagleflight had trotted over to Lionstar's den immediately after bringing Milkmallow into camp. He hoped the leader wouldn't be upset with his decision--after all, the WindClanner had helped to fend off a whole fox.

"Hey, Lionstar?" He called in before entering. He decided to just get right to the point. "I've just come back after the patrol on the WindClan border. They got attacked by a fox. Luckily myself and one WindClan warrior were nearby, and we were able to take it down, as I'm sure you've heard already. But what I'm here for is to tell you that the WindClanner who helped us, Milkmallow, badly injured his leg. I brought him back here for Shiverpetal to treat, since it was much closer than WindClan camp and it looks pretty bad." He paused for a moment.

"That, and, he let slip that WindClan is without a medicine cat right now." That was information he definitely thought Lionstar would like to hear.

[BEAR.]

"WindClan?" Lionstar perked up from where he was pacing, focusing his eyes on Eagleflight. "I'm amazed one of those actually crawled out of the grasses they usually hide in. Tell me, Eagleflight.. does this WindClan cat, this Mallowmilk-- does he act normal? Has he done anything to make you question his mental stability?"
Casper

[pidgeon]

Eagleflight was a little taken aback by that question. Was something going on that he'd been oblivious to? Should he have been more careful?
"Uh, he rambled a bit about 'inclusivity', but other than that he seems fine, mentally anyways. He's a little physically worse-off." Aside from his obvious fox injury, Milkmallow had seemed pretty thin, even for WindClan standards.

Putting two-and-two together, he realized there definitely was something fishy going on, that had gone over his head entirely. "What makes you ask that?"

[BEAR.]

"Oh," Lionstar shrugged. "WindClan is a rare breed these days! It's very.. uncommon to see one outside of the Gathering. It's like they never leave their camp, always very elusive. It makes me wonder if they're even still a Clan, and Brightstar and Blazingstar.. well, when's the last time you've seen WindClan do anything notable?"
Casper

[pidgeon]

"That's...a fair point, actually," the russet deputy shrugged. "Well, I'll keep an eye on him while he's staying in our camp. That's all I have to report for now, sir." He dipped his head respectfully to his leader before backing out of the den once more.

[BEAR.]

"Mm," Lionstar's response had become disinterested. It was a shame the WindClan cat didn't seem whacky, he was hoping he'd be more.. engaging. "I'll see you later, Eagleflight." Casper

[sunflowers.]

BILL.

Dreampaw padded in, ears perked. "Lionstar? Is it okay if I have a talk with you about border expansion patrols?" The tabby apprentice was kinda nervous near Lionstar. Her white paws shuffled a bit.

[BEAR.]

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"Ah, yes." Lionstar spoke as he settled into his nest, a yawn parting from his jaws. "Are you here to volunteer?"
Nebby

[lio]

[ tutler ]
[ Went ahead and moved them here to keep this going. ]

Having entered the camp soon before he ended the meeting, Stoatdance quickly nudged Spiderpaw to Lionstar's den as soon as he disappeared inside. Her tail flicked in annoyance given the apprentice's earlier comments, and she didn't even watch to make sure that Eagleflight and Blazepaw made it back with them. She simply walked up to the den and pushed herself inside, though she knew she'd feel bad about intruding on his conversation another time. At the thought of the patrols, she made a mental note to volunteer after the apprentice was dealt with.
"Lionstar, I'm sorry to barge in, but Eagleflight and I found two apprentices alone in the territory- Blazepaw and Spiderpaw. Blazepaw had seemingly fallen into the freezing water as this one," she pointed back toward Spiderpaw's direction, not checking to be certain that the she-cat had followed, "was simply standing by watching. There were no warriors with them. To my understanding, Eagleflight will be taking Blazepaw to Shiverpetal before bringing him to you." Her tail lashed, a rare look of irritation on the scarred molly's face. "After giving me a few smartass words, I figured that you would better deal with Spiderpaw yourself." She never blatantly used such language, but she took no notice as she stepped aside, signaling with her tail for said apprentice to step forward.
"After you are finished with her, I have another topic to discuss with you, if that is alright," Stoatdance added, sitting off to the side of the den and waiting.

[Aquilex]

Cougarpaw dashed over to Lionstar's den. This was perfect! Perhaps this would put her in good standing with her Clanmates. Her heart felt heavy as she cast a glance back at her gathered Clan. Do I even belong here anymore...? she thought. Briskly, she shook her head. It doesn't matter! I'll be a great RiverClan warrior. At least I hope I can show Lionstar that. She became so involved in her thoughts that instead of entering the den, she just stood looking at it with an empty and fearful gaze.

[wren]

It hadn’t quite occurred to her yet she’d come face to face with her previous mentor once again after moons of not speaking a word to each other, well not until now. She wondered just how badly the tom would lose his temper, or if he’d lose it at all. She could remember the last time they had talked, even then the tom had been so frustrated with her he had stomped off like a kit heading for a temper tantrum. She flicked an ear at the memory before hopping up the rockfall in step with Stoatdance. “You really got me this time huh? Can’t wait to see Lionstar scream at me? Is that what you do in your spare time? Suck up to Lionstar by snitching on apprentices” she mrrowed not expecting her to answer as they slid into the den shoulder to shoulder.

It wasn’t long before Stoatdance had begun her long speech, explaining why she was such a disgrace and how she had valiantly rushed in to save her from her own ignorance. From the looks of it she was just feeding her own reputstion. Pumping it full of righteous acts and heroic deeds to the public. Perhaps Lionstar liked cats just like himself. Self observed and nosy. She flicked an ear with distracted amusement. He must like Stoatdance.
hxneysuckle

[BEAR.]

"Oh." Lionstar's voice was dry as he acknowledged Stoatdance and Skinpatch, though his attention was more on the eyesore than the warrior. "It's you. As terrible as an apprentice and RiverClan cat as you've always been, but of course you're too self-centered to even process that, aren't you, Skinpatch? With how lazy you've been, I thought you went into some ditch and died like the rotting piece of crowfood you are. What a shame, really. The only thing that'd enjoy your toxic company is the maggots that'd feed off your corpse."

Endangering a Clan-mate after spending moons sucking in RiverClan resources and sitting on her ass.. Lionstar was more than done with her behavior.

"Stoatdance, if you'd kindly keep watch of her while I speak to Blazepaw, I will be announcing a Clan meeting afterwards and then we can resume any discussion."

On his paws, he was already out of the den within an eyeblink.
hxneysuckle tutler

[Leucos]

hearing about the tunnel reconstruction from the current meeting . BrambleBlaze poked her head in the clan leaders- correction Lionsden. She made a face at the chosen name, her stomach churned at the thought of lionstar becoming a dictator ......But he's not shown any signs of it yet...Even though her instincts told her that him as a leader wasn't going to be as great as it sounded. She fought to remain positive . Like Lambdreamb would have wanted....even thinking the name gave BrambleBlaze heart ache...why didn't she tell me that she was leaving ?! Just..why..atleast this'll take my mind off of her...for a while. gulping she spoke "lionstar? I'm here about the tunnel reconstruction ....I'm interested..."
perhaps I should wait here...it looks like he's in a bad mood already....

[Dirtfur]

Padding through the clearing into his leader's den, Dirtfur watched with interest and anxious looks around his surroundings.
A tunnel that involves with dirt sounds like a good thing to the warrior. He dug up lots of dirt and debris out the ground, surely he will be useful to help out on this tunnel project. Although, what if the tunnel's roof rumbles as if filled with hate from StarClan and collapse, making the tunnels no more? What if this is against the Warrior Code and angered StarClan themselves?
The leader's word is the warrior code. He calmed himself, gasping in deep breaths. After fitting back into the calmness whilst pressing his pessimistic thoughts to the back of his mind, he entered the den. "Lionstar? You here, great ol' leader?" the brown tabby meowed, looking around for that RiverClan leader. "I would like to join in the tunnels project if I may."

[lio]

Minnowmist hesitantly walked into the den, glancing around as her heart pounded. She swallowed and shakily stood, hoping that she wasn't barging in on anything. "Th-The hunting patrol with Hickoryblaze w-was a success, but S-Snakesong did not come with us. W-We do not know where they are, but we d-decided to not wait for them. N-Nothing out of the ordinary was seen, and w-we both brought prey back for the Clan." She dipped her head as she gave her report, her voice trembling anxiously. After a few moments, she stepped out of the den, not waiting for a response- or even checking that Lionstar had heard her, if he was even in the den.

[lio]

As soon as the meeting had finished, Stoatdance hopped to her paws and entered the Lionsden once more. She dig her claws into the floor of the den, a faint sense of dread in her stomach. Hopefully Spiderpaw- or, well, Spider, can survive on her own. I don't want to be the cause of a cat's death, exiled or not, the scarred molly thought, frowning. After a few moments, she sighed and shook her head, glancing toward the entrance of the den. Stoatdance curled her tail neatly over her paws, straightening herself up. Doing this is dangerous. The tunnels could collapse and I could go missing as well. But I need to do this. I have to, no matter what happens. So, taking a deep breath, she spoke. "I wish to volunteer for the tunnel expansions."

[BEAR.]

Back in his den, he was pleased to see Cougarpaw remained.. and that they had more company!

Perfect.

Already assuming they were all here for the expansions, Lionstar wasted no time in getting started. "Marvelous. Dirtfur [ Dirtfur], take Brambleblaze [ SilentLamb] and head toward the ThunderClan border. You will find one of the tunnel entrances between the roots of a willow tree.

"Cougarpaw--" He was cut off when Minnowmist barged in, but he didn't mind, not until he heard about Snakesong. Of course, some cats would chose to be lazy despite his warnings.. he'd need to talk to that one. "Thank you!" he called after the fleeing she-cat before he was back onto his current task.

"Ah, Stoatdance [ hxneysuckle], there you are. You will be going with Cougarpaw [ Aquilex] toward the WindClan border. As you pass the fallen tree, you will notice an abandoned fox burrow.. it was never a fox den to begin with, it's another tunnel entrance.

"I cannot stress this enough, you four: this will not be easy. You will be moving dirt and rocks and I want to try to clear these old tunnels out within two moons. They may not be completely caved in, but you must be cautious in your efforts in case.." Well. Stoatdance knew what happened to that one patrol.

"Unless you have any questions, you are all dismissed."

[lio]

[ Aquilex ]

She listened to him speak, her ears perked. The molly nodded along with his words and glanced toward who she could only presume to be Cougarpaw, her patrol partner. Stoatdance briefly contemplated whether it was safe for an apprentice to be doing the expansions, but she brushed away the thought. She stood up and dipped her head toward Lionstar before walking toward Cougarpaw. "Yes, sir," she said, then turned to the apprentice. "Let's go, we don't want to waste any time." She then turned and walked out of the den, standing outside to wait for Cougarpaw.