SkyClan Leader's Den

[Fawn]

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[The Cannibal]

mapledash
After padding into his den, the brown tabby leader would make his way to the nest, the bottom of his den lined with springy moss that was comfortable to lay on in itself, but his nest was a bed of ferns and leaves stamped down in a circle, something that he made to make the den a bit more comfortable for himself.
Settling into his nest, Grousestar would wait for Mapledash to come join him, silently mulling over the questions he would ask the stranger, not wanting to overwhelm him but definitely needing some answers from him. The tom appeared to have no clue about Skyclan at all, so that rules out that he was a rogue Skyclan warrior wishing to return to clan life, and he clearly wasn't a loner if he believed in Starclan. So just.. What was he? Certainly not a kittypet either.
Perhaps it would be best to simply let the tom explain himself rather than asking a bit of questions, ask him for the whole story, his journey, where he's from, all of the important details, and most importantly why he was here, surely it wasn't just to be healed? There had to have been a purpose for this cat traveling as he was told.

Ah, stop pondering Grouse, you'll be getting your answers soon! He thought to himself cheerily before uttering a small yawn, stretching out his forepaws in front of him and focusing his attention on the entrance to his den in anticipation for the other cat to come padding through.
This will be an interesting conversation, I can tell already.

[mapledash]

mapledash
After padding into his den, the brown tabby leader would make his way to the nest, the bottom of his den lined with springy moss that was comfortable to lay on in itself, but his nest was a bed of ferns and leaves stamped down in a circle, something that he made to make the den a bit more comfortable for himself.
Settling into his nest, Grousestar would wait for Mapledash to come join him, silently mulling over the questions he would ask the stranger, not wanting to overwhelm him but definitely needing some answers from him. The tom appeared to have no clue about Skyclan at all, so that rules out that he was a rogue Skyclan warrior wishing to return to clan life, and he clearly wasn't a loner if he believed in Starclan. So just.. What was he? Certainly not a kittypet either.
Perhaps it would be best to simply let the tom explain himself rather than asking a bit of questions, ask him for the whole story, his journey, where he's from, all of the important details, and most importantly why he was here, surely it wasn't just to be healed? There had to have been a purpose for this cat traveling as he was told.

Ah, stop pondering Grouse, you'll be getting your answers soon! He thought to himself cheerily before uttering a small yawn, stretching out his forepaws in front of him and focusing his attention on the entrance to his den in anticipation for the other cat to come padding through.
This will be an interesting conversation, I can tell already.

Mapledash came near the leader's den entrance, he meowed "comming in." before peeking his head inside, overwhelmed by the leader's scent all over the den, with an other one he didn't smell on any other cats in the clan, lingering in the den. Probably his mate or his deputy, or the previous leader who just recently left this clan. He walked in and nodded to the leader, his piece of prey in his mouth, wich he dropped next to him. "We can share?" he offered. He realised there wasn't any second nest, so that meant he didn't have a mate yet, or she sleeps in the other dens. He took a bite of the morsel and looked up at grousestar. "It's about why I'm here, isn't it?" he meowed, getting straight to the point.

[The Cannibal]

Mapledash came near the leader's den entrance, he meowed "comming in." before peeking his head inside, overwhelmed by the leader's scent all over the den, with an other one he didn't smell on any other cats in the clan, lingering in the den. Probably his mate or his deputy, or the previous leader who just recently left this clan. He walked in and nodded to the leader, his piece of prey in his mouth, wich he dropped next to him. "We can share?" he offered. He realised there wasn't any second nest, so that meant he didn't have a mate yet, or she sleeps in the other dens. He took a bite of the morsel and looked up at grousestar. "It's about why I'm here, isn't it?" he meowed, getting straight to the point.
Ears perking up when he finally heard another cat approach his den, the leader turned his head towards the entrance just in time to hear the stranger say that he was coming in, offering a quick, lighthearted smile and motioning with his tail for him to come fully inside, not minding where the other sat, so long as he got comfortable because he had a feeling that they would be talking for quite some time.
His scent was nearly the only scent in this den, there was a very faint trace of another scent that wouldn't be found anywhere else in the clan, but anything older than Lemonstar's scent was wiped down by moons upon moons of new leaders and mostly Grousestar's scent, he had made careful work of filling the den with his scent, the scent of his close friend brought sad memories and he figured by getting rid of the strong scent of Lemon, he could move on, and that's exactly what happened.
The brown tabby would nod back in return, uttering a soft purr and shifting his weight a bit in his nest, waiting for Mapledash to settle down, eyeing the piece of prey that he brought before chuckling and shaking his head. "No, no, help yourself, I'll go out hunting later." Meowed the tom in his usual polite fashion, focusing more on the other tom than the prey now.

Clearing his throat a bit at the tom's rather blunt inquiry, Grousestar would nod his head and offer an almost apologetic look to him.
"Ah yes, my apologies if it may seem rude to want to know, but you must come to understand that meeting a lone cat that talks of Starclan raises many questions. But first, before you get to the story, I never caught your name sir. As you've likely already heard, I am Grousestar, leader of Skyclan."
The tom would dip his head in greetings before straightening it up again, waiting for Mapledash to introduce himself as well before continuing on.
"So if you don't mind, I would greatly appreciate it if you tell me the whole story of yours. My warriors said you stated that you had been traveling for several days, and that's how you acquired your injuries, is this true? And if so, where were you traveling from? Why were you traveling such a far distance? Also, how.. Did you know of Starclan, if you're a loner?"
The tom meowed rather quickly before stopping himself, blinking a bit before chuckling and shaking his head. Not so fast Grouse.
"Ah, my apologies, I'll let you tell your story, ignore my inquiries."

[mapledash]

Ears perking up when he finally heard another cat approach his den, the leader turned his head towards the entrance just in time to hear the stranger say that he was coming in, offering a quick, lighthearted smile and motioning with his tail for him to come fully inside, not minding where the other sat, so long as he got comfortable because he had a feeling that they would be talking for quite some time.
His scent was nearly the only scent in this den, there was a very faint trace of another scent that wouldn't be found anywhere else in the clan, but anything older than Lemonstar's scent was wiped down by moons upon moons of new leaders and mostly Grousestar's scent, he had made careful work of filling the den with his scent, the scent of his close friend brought sad memories and he figured by getting rid of the strong scent of Lemon, he could move on, and that's exactly what happened.
The brown tabby would nod back in return, uttering a soft purr and shifting his weight a bit in his nest, waiting for Mapledash to settle down, eyeing the piece of prey that he brought before chuckling and shaking his head. "No, no, help yourself, I'll go out hunting later." Meowed the tom in his usual polite fashion, focusing more on the other tom than the prey now.

Clearing his throat a bit at the tom's rather blunt inquiry, Grousestar would nod his head and offer an almost apologetic look to him.
"Ah yes, my apologies if it may seem rude to want to know, but you must come to understand that meeting a lone cat that talks of Starclan raises many questions. But first, before you get to the story, I never caught your name sir. As you've likely already heard, I am Grousestar, leader of Skyclan."
The tom would dip his head in greetings before straightening it up again, waiting for Mapledash to introduce himself as well before continuing on.
"So if you don't mind, I would greatly appreciate it if you tell me the whole story of yours. My warriors said you stated that you had been traveling for several days, and that's how you acquired your injuries, is this true? And if so, where were you traveling from? Why were you traveling such a far distance? Also, how.. Did you know of Starclan, if you're a loner?"
The tom meowed rather quickly before stopping himself, blinking a bit before chuckling and shaking his head. Not so fast Grouse.
"Ah, my apologies, I'll let you tell your story, ignore my inquiries."

Mapledash dipped his head in thanks as he took a bite of the prey. He had been fed quite well for the last few days, this clan seemed very active on that point, and he was thankfull for that. They seemed to bring strangers rather trustfully to their clan, wich he held himself from commenting about how bad of an idea this was, but without anything like the other clans's borders or the dusk syndicate, they pretty much didn't need to be worried as much as they did. "Don't worry, it's totaly normal for you to ask the reasons of why I am here. I am Mapledash." he meowed as he took an other bite in the prey.

As he was thrown so many questions at once, he couldn't help but smile. He really was stressed about this, it was probably uncommon for strangers to wander around here willingly, since patrols were indeed wandering around as well, except for some kittypets from the twolegplace, probably nocats ever come around here. Some questions caught his attention more than others, but he didn't get all of them. "Yes, it is true that I travelled a very long distance, the reasons of my state when I arrived was because I had troubles in the twolegplace." he explained, leaving a couple of heartbeats of silence. He thought of sagewhisker, who he had lost in the twolegplace. "I had a partner with me, she was ... IS called sagewhisker, and I lost her in the twolegplace, when we were attacked by a pack of rats. That's how I ended up injured, and I have no idea how she's doing now." he meowed sadly.

He cleared his throat, getting back to answering his many questions. "Uhm ... where I come from, yes. I come from where the sun rises, about a quarter moon of walk from here. Well, from the twolegplace. At this part I lost track of how much days we walked in circle. Uhm ... that's about how the journey went untill I got here. Now ... what were the other questions? Excuse me, I didn't catch everything." he apologized, dipping his head again.

[The Cannibal]

Mapledash dipped his head in thanks as he took a bite of the prey. He had been fed quite well for the last few days, this clan seemed very active on that point, and he was thankfull for that. They seemed to bring strangers rather trustfully to their clan, wich he held himself from commenting about how bad of an idea this was, but without anything like the other clans's borders or the dusk syndicate, they pretty much didn't need to be worried as much as they did. "Don't worry, it's totaly normal for you to ask the reasons of why I am here. I am Mapledash." he meowed as he took an other bite in the prey.

As he was thrown so many questions at once, he couldn't help but smile. He really was stressed about this, it was probably uncommon for strangers to wander around here willingly, since patrols were indeed wandering around as well, except for some kittypets from the twolegplace, probably nocats ever come around here. Some questions caught his attention more than others, but he didn't get all of them. "Yes, it is true that I travelled a very long distance, the reasons of my state when I arrived was because I had troubles in the twolegplace." he explained, leaving a couple of heartbeats of silence. He thought of sagewhisker, who he had lost in the twolegplace. "I had a partner with me, she was ... IS called sagewhisker, and I lost her in the twolegplace, when we were attacked by a pack of rats. That's how I ended up injured, and I have no idea how she's doing now." he meowed sadly.

He cleared his throat, getting back to answering his many questions. "Uhm ... where I come from, yes. I come from where the sun rises, about a quarter moon of walk from here. Well, from the twolegplace. At this part I lost track of how much days we walked in circle. Uhm ... that's about how the journey went untill I got here. Now ... what were the other questions? Excuse me, I didn't catch everything." he apologized, dipping his head again.
Hearing the name that the tom uttered cause him to blink a bit, he wasn't expecting a name like that, he was expecting the usual kitty pet or loner name but strangely enough, this tom.. Why it almost sounded like a clan name! Maybe it was just a bit of a coincidence, but it certainly peaked the leaders curiosity as to just where exactly this cat came from because he was quickly starting to doubt the idea that this cat was any old loner that happened upon Skyclan in a time of need. Nonetheless, he would wait for the right time to ask the question, and now was not, for now, he had other questions to ask, which he did so now, and rather excitedly might I add.

Though the tom hardly felt embarrassed for his rapid-fire question asking nor his excitement, in fact, he almost didn't even notice the fact that he had asked so many questions so quickly until afterwards in which he apologized.
But after apologizing, he would eagerly listen to what the stranger-Mapledash had to say to his questions, nearly desperate to hear the answers because the curiosity felt like it was gnawing away in his brain.
Ears perked up, Grousestar paid all of his attention to the other tom as he confirmed that he had traveled a long way to get here and had traveled through Twoleg Place to get here. Though as he heard that he came with another cat, he tilted his head a bit, but deciding not to question. Perhaps they would find this.. Sagewhisker, sometime later. "I'm sure that they will, or already have made it out." Purred the tom in condolence, if you might call it that.

But the brown tabby tom fell silent to listen to the rest of what Mapledash spoke of, continuing to smile throughout the recollection of the story, almost, in a way, appearing like a kit that was eagerly listening to heir mother tell one of their favorite tales. "Wow a quarter moon walk.. That is quite the distance there Mapledash!"
Clearing his throat, he grinned now, ready to repeat one of the questions he was most interested in hearing the answer to.

"Oh it's alright, I know I can get kind of fast when I'm excited! My main question is.. Where did you come from? Surely you aren't a loner, my patrol told me you said something of Starclan which no loner believes in, and no kittypet either, though I never took you as a kittypet. So then.. What are you?"
Grousestar's green eyes were wide as they looked upon Mapledash expectantly, practically dying to know the answer to the question because it truly intrigued him. A cat that had traveled a quarter of a moon here from where the sun rises? And spoke of Starclan? That wasn't like any loner, rogue or kittypet he had ever heard of, surely the answer to this would be something interesting indeed.

[mapledash]

Hearing the name that the tom uttered cause him to blink a bit, he wasn't expecting a name like that, he was expecting the usual kitty pet or loner name but strangely enough, this tom.. Why it almost sounded like a clan name! Maybe it was just a bit of a coincidence, but it certainly peaked the leaders curiosity as to just where exactly this cat came from because he was quickly starting to doubt the idea that this cat was any old loner that happened upon Skyclan in a time of need. Nonetheless, he would wait for the right time to ask the question, and now was not, for now, he had other questions to ask, which he did so now, and rather excitedly might I add.

Though the tom hardly felt embarrassed for his rapid-fire question asking nor his excitement, in fact, he almost didn't even notice the fact that he had asked so many questions so quickly until afterwards in which he apologized.
But after apologizing, he would eagerly listen to what the stranger-Mapledash had to say to his questions, nearly desperate to hear the answers because the curiosity felt like it was gnawing away in his brain.
Ears perked up, Grousestar paid all of his attention to the other tom as he confirmed that he had traveled a long way to get here and had traveled through Twoleg Place to get here. Though as he heard that he came with another cat, he tilted his head a bit, but deciding not to question. Perhaps they would find this.. Sagewhisker, sometime later. "I'm sure that they will, or already have made it out." Purred the tom in condolence, if you might call it that.

But the brown tabby tom fell silent to listen to the rest of what Mapledash spoke of, continuing to smile throughout the recollection of the story, almost, in a way, appearing like a kit that was eagerly listening to heir mother tell one of their favorite tales. "Wow a quarter moon walk.. That is quite the distance there Mapledash!"
Clearing his throat, he grinned now, ready to repeat one of the questions he was most interested in hearing the answer to.

"Oh it's alright, I know I can get kind of fast when I'm excited! My main question is.. Where did you come from? Surely you aren't a loner, my patrol told me you said something of Starclan which no loner believes in, and no kittypet either, though I never took you as a kittypet. So then.. What are you?"
Grousestar's green eyes were wide as they looked upon Mapledash expectantly, practically dying to know the answer to the question because it truly intrigued him. A cat that had traveled a quarter of a moon here from where the sun rises? And spoke of Starclan? That wasn't like any loner, rogue or kittypet he had ever heard of, surely the answer to this would be something interesting indeed.

Mapledash looked between his paws, taking some time to consider his answer to this question. Was this right? Was it why he was brought here? Lost his friend? Traveled so far? To teach this clan ... about other clans? He begun to be desperate at the thought of doing all of this journey for nothing, and yet, not nothing. He had learned alot on his way here, and without Sagewhisker, he wouldn't BE here at all. This clan was the perfect chance for his clan to survive, but surviving wasn't enough now. The leaders wouldn't let him bring everyone to this place, they would probably never follow him on some random orders and promises of better place. Where he lived WAS a great place, and he knew that, the real problem was the leaders. They had to get rid of them, and maybe, just maybe, this is what was going on. This is why he and Sagewhisker traveled. This is why they suffered and struggled for: they came for help, help to defeat the leaders of the evil era.

Mapledash finally looked up, stared into grousestar's eyes, and spoke up. "I am from thunderclan, I am a thunderclan senior warrior, and I think I know exactly why I have been sent here." he meowed dramatically. He looked out through the den entrance, flicking his ear. "I need your help. And by "your" I mean the whole clan. A menace has fallen upon our clans, and we need help to rid of it." he explained. "You see, back from where I come from, there is four clans: Windclan, where Sagewhisker is from, Shadowclan, Riverclan, and finally, Thunderclan, my clan. Our clan works just like yours, aprentices, warriors, elders, patrols, duty, training, ceremonies ... belief in starclan." he added after a heartbeat of pause. "But recently," he continued, turning his head to him again, "some cats took over our clans, new leaders, and those leaders doesn't mean any good. They changed the laws, they took the suffix "night" instead of "star" in offense to starclan, they restricted anything that was related to our warrior ancestors, from sacred meetings with the medicine cats, to even speaking about them, and they treatened whoever stood against them." he finished, letting the lasts words settle in as he stayed silent for a moment.

This was the decisive moment, what would change the fate of the whole clans, what would assure starclan to survive, to still be believed in. "You have to come with me to our territory, and help us get rid of them. I beg of you." he breathed, hoping he had said the right thing, hoping he hadn't overwhelmed the leader with informations as well. He settled back, realising he had raised unconsciously his haunches, getting too emotional in his speech. He wiggled a bit and cleared his throat.

[Jadepelt]

May i join Skyclan PLZ!

[The Cannibal]

Mapledash looked between his paws, taking some time to consider his answer to this question. Was this right? Was it why he was brought here? Lost his friend? Traveled so far? To teach this clan ... about other clans? He begun to be desperate at the thought of doing all of this journey for nothing, and yet, not nothing. He had learned alot on his way here, and without Sagewhisker, he wouldn't BE here at all. This clan was the perfect chance for his clan to survive, but surviving wasn't enough now. The leaders wouldn't let him bring everyone to this place, they would probably never follow him on some random orders and promises of better place. Where he lived WAS a great place, and he knew that, the real problem was the leaders. They had to get rid of them, and maybe, just maybe, this is what was going on. This is why he and Sagewhisker traveled. This is why they suffered and struggled for: they came for help, help to defeat the leaders of the evil era.

Mapledash finally looked up, stared into grousestar's eyes, and spoke up. "I am from thunderclan, I am a thunderclan senior warrior, and I think I know exactly why I have been sent here." he meowed dramatically. He looked out through the den entrance, flicking his ear. "I need your help. And by "your" I mean the whole clan. A menace has fallen upon our clans, and we need help to rid of it." he explained. "You see, back from where I come from, there is four clans: Windclan, where Sagewhisker is from, Shadowclan, Riverclan, and finally, Thunderclan, my clan. Our clan works just like yours, aprentices, warriors, elders, patrols, duty, training, ceremonies ... belief in starclan." he added after a heartbeat of pause. "But recently," he continued, turning his head to him again, "some cats took over our clans, new leaders, and those leaders doesn't mean any good. They changed the laws, they took the suffix "night" instead of "star" in offense to starclan, they restricted anything that was related to our warrior ancestors, from sacred meetings with the medicine cats, to even speaking about them, and they treatened whoever stood against them." he finished, letting the lasts words settle in as he stayed silent for a moment.

This was the decisive moment, what would change the fate of the whole clans, what would assure starclan to survive, to still be believed in. "You have to come with me to our territory, and help us get rid of them. I beg of you." he breathed, hoping he had said the right thing, hoping he hadn't overwhelmed the leader with informations as well. He settled back, realising he had raised unconsciously his haunches, getting too emotional in his speech. He wiggled a bit and cleared his throat.
As patient as ever, he allowed the other tom to take some time before answering his question, figuring it was a lot to process at once and that really, any question he asked might be needed to be given a moment for thought. So as he waited for Mapledash to answer him, Grousestar uttered a soft yawn and gently began to rasp his tongue over his shoulder, gaze still focused on the cat before him, not at all attempting to give the cat the feeling that he was being rushed. The leader may like to live a fast paced life, but he would never rush another cat in anything. Though I can't help but wonder what he's thinking about. Is it perhaps some secret hideout that he doesn't want me to know about? A secret hideout of strange loners that have gathered somewhere past Twoleg place who have heard of Skyclan and chose to believe in them and take on warrior names? Oh the possibilities, it's so exciting! What will he reveal to me? Surely it'll be something interesting if he's taking so long to think it over! Grousestar couldn't quite help the tip of his tail from quivering in his excitement and forced himself to take a deep breath. The answers will come in due time, do not rush this cat. You would not want to be rushed if you were in his position. His mind scolded himself quietly, causing him to flick an ear in dismissal.

And finally the tom began to speak, the brown tabby stopping his short grooming session to focus purely on Mapledash and what he was going to tell him, unable to hide the excitement that coursed through him as to the answer to this strange mystery regarding this cat's origin, where he had traveled from. As the cat in front of him spoke, his head slowly began to tilt sideways, his emerald eyes glancing away in thought as he tried to process what this cat was saying to him. There's.. Another clan? Wait four other clans? And he was sent here by his clan because they need help... His eyes looked back at Mapledash as he continued to speak, explaining the troubles that the four clans are going through before he looked away again, his smile gone as a thoughtful, contemplative look took it's place, a strange look on the usually happy, excited, cheerful cat that everyone see's. I'm not quite sure anyone has seen him like this. Cats took over the clans, the new leaders, they ban the worship of Starclan, even going so far as to rejecting the suffix star and replacing it with night. Preventing medicine cats from meeting as well.. Threatening cat's who oppose them. Wrinkling his nose, he could feel a small headache coming on, this was a lot to process at once, his gaze focusing on his paws.
So there's four clans I've never heard about. That's where he's from.. And he came here in search of help because those clans are taken over by cats who greatly oppose Starclan and threaten all who oppose them, ruling with an iron paw I assume. And he... Expects me to help them.

Grousestar had remained silent the entire time, his gaze mostly focused elsewhere from the tom in front of him, but finally, his green gaze focused on Mapledash again. Looking over his demeanor, his facial features, the emotions in his eyes before slowly looking at his paws again, blinking and flicking the tip of his tail in thought.
"So... Let me get this straight Mapledash. There are four other clans, in which I've never heard about, that no other cat in Skyclan has heard about, and you are from one of them. You came here.. Looking for help for those clans because of evil cats that took over each of them and outlawed any worship of Starclan and threaten all who oppose there rule... Correct?" For once, Grousestar spoke relatively slow as he tried to piece this together correctly, his eyes still focused on his paws.
Should I believe this cat who showed up in my territory not too long ago? The fate of this clan rests on this decision, many could die if I decide to take a chance and trust this cat. The journey will be hard, especially if he said it's practically a quarter of a moon walk to them. And what if he's lying? I would never call a cat a liar without proof, but.. If he's lying, then we could have walked all of that way for nothing, lost lives over nothing.. But if he's telling the truth.... I could be saving their lives..
Taking a deep breath, the leader mulled it over in silence. This was the first big decision he had to make for this clan, the clan he loved so dearly. And never would he imagine that it would come so soon, nor come with such gravity in either choice.

[wren]

@Mapledash Duskflight this is private correct or am I permitted to join in with you. I understand this is about he plot wether the staff approved of mapledash coming here, but I was wondering.

[mapledash]

As patient as ever, he allowed the other tom to take some time before answering his question, figuring it was a lot to process at once and that really, any question he asked might be needed to be given a moment for thought. So as he waited for Mapledash to answer him, Grousestar uttered a soft yawn and gently began to rasp his tongue over his shoulder, gaze still focused on the cat before him, not at all attempting to give the cat the feeling that he was being rushed. The leader may like to live a fast paced life, but he would never rush another cat in anything. Though I can't help but wonder what he's thinking about. Is it perhaps some secret hideout that he doesn't want me to know about? A secret hideout of strange loners that have gathered somewhere past Twoleg place who have heard of Skyclan and chose to believe in them and take on warrior names? Oh the possibilities, it's so exciting! What will he reveal to me? Surely it'll be something interesting if he's taking so long to think it over! Grousestar couldn't quite help the tip of his tail from quivering in his excitement and forced himself to take a deep breath. The answers will come in due time, do not rush this cat. You would not want to be rushed if you were in his position. His mind scolded himself quietly, causing him to flick an ear in dismissal.

And finally the tom began to speak, the brown tabby stopping his short grooming session to focus purely on Mapledash and what he was going to tell him, unable to hide the excitement that coursed through him as to the answer to this strange mystery regarding this cat's origin, where he had traveled from. As the cat in front of him spoke, his head slowly began to tilt sideways, his emerald eyes glancing away in thought as he tried to process what this cat was saying to him. There's.. Another clan? Wait four other clans? And he was sent here by his clan because they need help... His eyes looked back at Mapledash as he continued to speak, explaining the troubles that the four clans are going through before he looked away again, his smile gone as a thoughtful, contemplative look took it's place, a strange look on the usually happy, excited, cheerful cat that everyone see's. I'm not quite sure anyone has seen him like this. Cats took over the clans, the new leaders, they ban the worship of Starclan, even going so far as to rejecting the suffix star and replacing it with night. Preventing medicine cats from meeting as well.. Threatening cat's who oppose them. Wrinkling his nose, he could feel a small headache coming on, this was a lot to process at once, his gaze focusing on his paws.
So there's four clans I've never heard about. That's where he's from.. And he came here in search of help because those clans are taken over by cats who greatly oppose Starclan and threaten all who oppose them, ruling with an iron paw I assume. And he... Expects me to help them.

Grousestar had remained silent the entire time, his gaze mostly focused elsewhere from the tom in front of him, but finally, his green gaze focused on Mapledash again. Looking over his demeanor, his facial features, the emotions in his eyes before slowly looking at his paws again, blinking and flicking the tip of his tail in thought.
"So... Let me get this straight Mapledash. There are four other clans, in which I've never heard about, that no other cat in Skyclan has heard about, and you are from one of them. You came here.. Looking for help for those clans because of evil cats that took over each of them and outlawed any worship of Starclan and threaten all who oppose there rule... Correct?" For once, Grousestar spoke relatively slow as he tried to piece this together correctly, his eyes still focused on his paws.
Should I believe this cat who showed up in my territory not too long ago? The fate of this clan rests on this decision, many could die if I decide to take a chance and trust this cat. The journey will be hard, especially if he said it's practically a quarter of a moon walk to them. And what if he's lying? I would never call a cat a liar without proof, but.. If he's lying, then we could have walked all of that way for nothing, lost lives over nothing.. But if he's telling the truth.... I could be saving their lives..
Taking a deep breath, the leader mulled it over in silence. This was the first big decision he had to make for this clan, the clan he loved so dearly. And never would he imagine that it would come so soon, nor come with such gravity in either choice.

Mapledash hesitated a moment before agreeing, not sure if the leader believed him at all. He gathred all the confidence he could, and noded to the leader. "I know this is a lot at once for you, and I am as surprised as you that clans exist so far from eachothers, but all of this is true. Please! We need the help of skyclan, cats who still have a strong belief in starclan to inspire the few believers back in our territory. They have to escape the fear, to fight back, and right now they can't." He didn't know if he convinced the leader, he was aware that from his point of view, this story made no sense, but as sincere as he was, he had to believe him. "Our fate is up to you." he added, lowering his head. He felt as if he was awating for his judgement, as if the leader was going to claw him pelt out and chase a crazed cat out of the territory. He would accept his fate, even if it broke his heart. The only thing keeping him in place right now was the mere hope that grousestar would believe him.

(I got no material and I'm out of sleep, so this might be short. I'll log off for a few, family stuff. Later.)

[The Cannibal]

Mapledash hesitated a moment before agreeing, not sure if the leader believed him at all. He gathred all the confidence he could, and noded to the leader. "I know this is a lot at once for you, and I am as surprised as you that clans exist so far from eachothers, but all of this is true. Please! We need the help of skyclan, cats who still have a strong belief in starclan to inspire the few believers back in our territory. They have to escape the fear, to fight back, and right now they can't." He didn't know if he convinced the leader, he was aware that from his point of view, this story made no sense, but as sincere as he was, he had to believe him. "Our fate is up to you." he added, lowering his head. He felt as if he was awating for his judgement, as if the leader was going to claw him pelt out and chase a crazed cat out of the territory. He would accept his fate, even if it broke his heart. The only thing keeping him in place right now was the mere hope that grousestar would believe him.

(I got no material and I'm out of sleep, so this might be short. I'll log off for a few, family stuff. Later.)
Still in thought, Grousestar glanced at Mapledash as he spoke up, confirming what he said was right. Head bobbing slowly in a nod, the brown tabby fell quiet again, growing completely still, weighing everything that could come out of this decision.
Why would this tom have traveled all of that way for nothing? Or to lead us into a trap, though that's highly unlikely considering he's showed no signs of previously knowing about Skyclan. Why would he go through all of that trouble to tell me a blatant lie and get us to come along with him? He has to be telling the truth. It may seem completely strange what he's saying, but there's truth there. You've never been one to call any cat a liar without proof, and there is no proof here that he's a liar. This cat seems absolutely genuine about what he's saying. So either he's telling the truth, or he's a very good liar.
Once more his green eyes focused on Mapledash again. An almost pained look on the leaders face.
This is such a big decision for the clan.. What if I'm wrong?
Blinking, a look of determination spread over him and he flicked his tail.
You have never doubted yourself Grousestar, nor have you doubted another cat. You are an optimist and always have been an optimist, there is no reason to have a sudden change in thought. This cat. He is telling the truth.
And almost like the flip of a switch, a bright grin curled onto his lips and he nodded his head, suddenly completely sure in his choice. He was going to help this cat and his clans, he couldn't idly sit by knowing that they were suffering under the rule of evil cats. Warriors needed Starclan, to be deprived of them would be to deprive cats of a life necessity.

"I'll help you and your clans Mapledash. I believe that you are telling the truth and that your clans need our help, I will be more than happy to provide it."

Clearing his throat, the brown tabby would rise from his nest.
"Thank you for telling me this, I will go inform the clan now that we will be traveling to the clans in one days time so that they have time to prepare themselves for the journey. You may join the clan in the clearing."

Flicking the Thunderclan warrior's shoulder with his tail, the leader would pad towards the entrance of the den, glance over his shoulder a moment, before exiting to call a clan meeting.

[Fawn]

Duskflight

The Clan meeting and subsequent announcement from Grousestar had left Rabbitfluff confused, perplexed, even shocked--any variation of the word. Although he was skeptical of additional Clans existing in the first place, the true cause for worry was how easily the leader seemed convinced and willing to pick up the majority of the Clan, then bring them to the aid of these other Clans, despite how little they knew of the situation and the strange cats. Uneasiness had settled in in the pit of his stomach, the fear of being stranded somewhere or walking into a trap gripping the young warrior as he contemplated what this would mean for him and the rest of SkyClan. It wasn't that he wished to deny them help, but he considered this a chance at endangering their ranks with very nothing to gain from it, and he didn't comprehend Grousestar's willingness when the likelihood of it bringing more trouble than good was ever-present in his mind.

Appearing in the mouth of the den, Rabbitfluff looked a bit spooked, eyes glazed with distant anxieties that were swimming in his thoughts, so many that they were difficult to sort. He usually didn't allow anyone, including his remaining family, to witness him in such a vulnerable state, but he determined there was not a second to spare in this matter since Grousestar had elected to set off on their journey soon. Swallowing hard, Rabbitfluff dragged his focus to Grousestar and prepared to speak, but he fell silent again as the disorganization of his ideas caught up with him. "Why?" was what he rather ungracefully blurted out, not judgmental or accusatory, but simply puzzled, perhaps afraid.

Upon realizing that didn't quite make sense on its own, he amended it by quickly going on, "Grousest-- Grouse," he corrected himself, recalling his preference to be addressed informally, "I respect you and your authority as the leader of SkyClan, however I fail to see the appeal in embarking on a treacherous excursion solely to receive.. gratitude? Please don't think me uncharitable," Rabbitfluff rambled, words bleeding together, "but if there is reason for concern, who's to say we are a large enough force to handle it without major losses and frankly I don't believe it would be wise of us to interact with these other Clans when we have lived in relative isolation for countless moons--" his pace began to speed up, the panic evident in his tone, "and it has served us well, kept us safe from outside threats, andwhileIunderstandthedesiretochangethismaybearisk ," he finished, taking in a much-needed breath after all that.

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

The Clan meeting and subsequent announcement from Grousestar had left Rabbitfluff confused, perplexed, even shocked--any variation of the word. Although he was skeptical of additional Clans existing in the first place, the true cause for worry was how easily the leader seemed convinced and willing to pick up the majority of the Clan, then bring them to the aid of these other Clans, despite how little they knew of the situation and the strange cats. Uneasiness had settled in in the pit of his stomach, the fear of being stranded somewhere or walking into a trap gripping the young warrior as he contemplated what this would mean for him and the rest of SkyClan. It wasn't that he wished to deny them help, but he considered this a chance at endangering their ranks with very nothing to gain from it, and he didn't comprehend Grousestar's willingness when the likelihood of it bringing more trouble than good was ever-present in his mind.

Appearing in the mouth of the den, Rabbitfluff looked a bit spooked, eyes glazed with distant anxieties that were swimming in his thoughts, so many that they were difficult to sort. He usually didn't allow anyone, including his remaining family, to witness him in such a vulnerable state, but he determined there was not a second to spare in this matter since Grousestar had elected to set off on their journey soon. Swallowing hard, Rabbitfluff dragged his focus to Grousestar and prepared to speak, but he fell silent again as the disorganization of his ideas caught up with him. "Why?" was what he rather ungracefully blurted out, not judgmental or accusatory, but simply puzzled, perhaps afraid.

Upon realizing that didn't quite make sense on its own, he amended it by quickly going on, "Grousest-- Grouse," he corrected himself, recalling his preference to be addressed informally, "I respect you and your authority as the leader of SkyClan, however I fail to see the appeal in embarking on a treacherous excursion solely to receive.. gratitude? Please don't think me uncharitable," Rabbitfluff rambled, words bleeding together, "but if there is reason for concern, who's to say we are a large enough force to handle it without major losses and frankly I don't believe it would be wise of us to interact with these other Clans when we have lived in relative isolation for countless moons--" his pace began to speed up, the panic evident in his tone, "and it has served us well, kept us safe from outside threats, andwhileIunderstandthedesiretochangethismaybearisk ," he finished, taking in a much-needed breath after all that.
After the meeting, the tom had retired to his den to have a much needed meal and quiet time to think and rest up before the journey he planned to commence the following day. To be truthful with himself, he hadn't expected any cat to come to his den after the meeting, he figured they'd be mulling over the information, maybe asking his deputy a few questions before going on with their duties and such, not quite expecting any to come directly to him to ask him questions. Ever since he became leader, he found that cat's had a hard time approaching him to ask him questions, no matter how friendly and cheerful and nonjudgmental he was. He couldn't explain why they did this, but he wanted cat's to know that he was just like another warrior, just like them, they they could talk to him.. That's why he preferred to be called Grouse, it was informal, he felt like it made cat's more relaxed around him, maybe made them forget he was leader, that he was just another kind cat they could easily talk to. So when he heard a voice at the entrance of the den, he looked up from his meal in surprise, finding Rabbitfluff there, not having caught his questions. "Hm?"

Immediately his emerald gaze surveyed the tailless tom's demeanor and realized that he looked rather spooked, anxious even and got the notion that this was about his order for the journey, or had something to do with what he had said on the Skyrock. Now this, this was something he expected, at least a few cat's would be looking like this and he, in the back of his mind, knew that it wasn't unlikely for Rabbitfluff to be one of those cat's. "Come in, come in Rabbitfluff, don't just stand there looking like a mouse caught by the tail." Chuckled out the tom in his usual lighthearted tone.

Though the smaller tom immediately started to blurt out the thing that was on his mind, Grousestar shutting his mouth and offering a smile as he listened to the rather light-furred tom. What the warrior was saying was exactly what his mind had nagged on about, that it was a dangerous and that they would really get nothing out of it, this was a reckless endangerment of lives and that he should turn these cat's away and go back to the relatively peaceful and solitary life they had been living. But his heart? It said otherwise.
"Slow down Rabbitfluff, you might accidentally bite your tongue speaking that fast, take a seat."
Pushing his meal a way, the brown tabby crossed his paws and waited for the other to sit down, not speaking until he had.

"I understand your fear and discomfort for my decision. But Rabbitfluff. These cat's? They need our help. I don't know about you, but I would not be able to stand myself if I sat by knowing that there were cat's needing our help, and we turned them away because I got nothing in return, or that I wanted to remain leading my life in solidarity without contact with other clan's. We don't need anything in return. I'm just fine with the satisfaction of knowing that I was able to help, that I did something and you know what? Maybe it's time for some change. Perhaps it's time for Skyclan to not live in isolation. We've lived in isolation for many, many generations, I believe it is time, if these two cat's are correct, to expose us to other clan's. It may be dangerous, but Skyclan is not made of cowards. We are made of warriors."
All the while speaking, the tom spoke slowly, confidently, all whilst smiling. He believed in his words wholeheartedly and would continue to stand by them because it is what his heart told him to do.

[Fawn]

After the meeting, the tom had retired to his den to have a much needed meal and quiet time to think and rest up before the journey he planned to commence the following day. To be truthful with himself, he hadn't expected any cat to come to his den after the meeting, he figured they'd be mulling over the information, maybe asking his deputy a few questions before going on with their duties and such, not quite expecting any to come directly to him to ask him questions. Ever since he became leader, he found that cat's had a hard time approaching him to ask him questions, no matter how friendly and cheerful and nonjudgmental he was. He couldn't explain why they did this, but he wanted cat's to know that he was just like another warrior, just like them, they they could talk to him.. That's why he preferred to be called Grouse, it was informal, he felt like it made cat's more relaxed around him, maybe made them forget he was leader, that he was just another kind cat they could easily talk to. So when he heard a voice at the entrance of the den, he looked up from his meal in surprise, finding Rabbitfluff there, not having caught his questions. "Hm?"

Immediately his emerald gaze surveyed the tailless tom's demeanor and realized that he looked rather spooked, anxious even and got the notion that this was about his order for the journey, or had something to do with what he had said on the Skyrock. Now this, this was something he expected, at least a few cat's would be looking like this and he, in the back of his mind, knew that it wasn't unlikely for Rabbitfluff to be one of those cat's. "Come in, come in Rabbitfluff, don't just stand there looking like a mouse caught by the tail." Chuckled out the tom in his usual lighthearted tone.

Though the smaller tom immediately started to blurt out the thing that was on his mind, Grousestar shutting his mouth and offering a smile as he listened to the rather light-furred tom. What the warrior was saying was exactly what his mind had nagged on about, that it was a dangerous and that they would really get nothing out of it, this was a reckless endangerment of lives and that he should turn these cat's away and go back to the relatively peaceful and solitary life they had been living. But his heart? It said otherwise.
"Slow down Rabbitfluff, you might accidentally bite your tongue speaking that fast, take a seat."
Pushing his meal a way, the brown tabby crossed his paws and waited for the other to sit down, not speaking until he had.

"I understand your fear and discomfort for my decision. But Rabbitfluff. These cat's? They need our help. I don't know about you, but I would not be able to stand myself if I sat by knowing that there were cat's needing our help, and we turned them away because I got nothing in return, or that I wanted to remain leading my life in solidarity without contact with other clan's. We don't need anything in return. I'm just fine with the satisfaction of knowing that I was able to help, that I did something and you know what? Maybe it's time for some change. Perhaps it's time for Skyclan to not live in isolation. We've lived in isolation for many, many generations, I believe it is time, if these two cat's are correct, to expose us to other clan's. It may be dangerous, but Skyclan is not made of cowards. We are made of warriors."
All the while speaking, the tom spoke slowly, confidently, all whilst smiling. He believed in his words wholeheartedly and would continue to stand by them because it is what his heart told him to do.
When he was invited into the den, Rabbitfluff hesitated, peering over his shoulder at the rest of the clearing to ensure no one had spotted him, as he surely didn't want rumors spreading in reference to his visit to Grousestar. This was strictly business when he had concerns to voice, ones he imagined Grousestar had already weighed in his decision to go along with the strangers, yet he was wondering why the leader opted to push them aside in favor of helping them. Although he liked to envision he was, he recognized that he wasn't the most intelligent member of SkyClan and therefore was open to the possibility that Grousestar had identified something worthwhile in the conquest to free the Clans of the evil that gripped them, if there were Clans at all. Determining that nobody was acting as a witness, Rabbitfluff stepped inside a few paces but didn't shuffle too far, offering an explanation, "I don't plan on staying long." He doubted Grousestar would be changing his mind anytime soon, nor did he believe either of them would make strides of progress by talking at length; this was to be a brief conversation, a voicing of fears about the future.

Meanwhile, he wasn't sure what to think of Grousestar, who seemed perfectly content this evening with no regard for the huge journey ahead of them. Depending on the danger they might encounter, that alone could be what ended the majority of SkyClan, or worse, the travelers would go missing and never heard from again. "Please understand," his meow wavered slightly with emotion before he cleared his throat, removing the lingering trace of self-consciousness, "as a warrior who has lost over half his family, this is difficult for me," a pause, something in his tone softening, "and I can imagine it is difficult for you as well." Not only did Grousestar had the safety of the entire Clan in his paws, but he was basing this off of two personal stories. The bright side of it was that he didn't have a lot to lose, serving as a double-edged sword--he had to protect what little he had left, which was his sister (who he regretfully didn't know well) and the Clan that'd been here for him since he was a kit. Both of those were at stake and he knew he'd have to learn to accept that, yet it was a terribly painful thing to acknowledge.

"Alright," Rabbitfluff started with a hint of a sigh clinging, "I suppose that's fair. We don't need any form of reciprocation from them, but with that said, this could result in neutrality or a complete disaster, should the stranger be dishonest or trying to trick us or lead us into a trap." He didn't see where the positive could lie because they would gain nothing, or they would face negative consequences. Flicking his gaze to Grousestar's, the tremble returned, "You care about your clanmates, you've said it yourself and prove it everyday." And with that said, he was certain Grousestar wouldn't intentionally expose them to threats, but it was an immensely brave risk to take when there was so much that could twist it into misfortune. Living in isolation had served them well, but he guessed he couldn't comment on that aspect when he hadn't the experience to claim it would be a foolish move, not having resided anywhere else.

Shame nagged at him, and he lowered his eyes. "I recognize we're not cowards, collectively speaking." It was tempting to remain behind and forfeit his place on the journey, since he wasn't confident his presence would aid them; in fact, it could do the opposite. Guarding the camp wasn't appealing, but he wondered if it would be better than the alternative.

[The Cannibal]

When he was invited into the den, Rabbitfluff hesitated, peering over his shoulder at the rest of the clearing to ensure no one had spotted him, as he surely didn't want rumors spreading in reference to his visit to Grousestar. This was strictly business when he had concerns to voice, ones he imagined Grousestar had already weighed in his decision to go along with the strangers, yet he was wondering why the leader opted to push them aside in favor of helping them. Although he liked to envision he was, he recognized that he wasn't the most intelligent member of SkyClan and therefore was open to the possibility that Grousestar had identified something worthwhile in the conquest to free the Clans of the evil that gripped them, if there were Clans at all. Determining that nobody was acting as a witness, Rabbitfluff stepped inside a few paces but didn't shuffle too far, offering an explanation, "I don't plan on staying long." He doubted Grousestar would be changing his mind anytime soon, nor did he believe either of them would make strides of progress by talking at length; this was to be a brief conversation, a voicing of fears about the future.

Meanwhile, he wasn't sure what to think of Grousestar, who seemed perfectly content this evening with no regard for the huge journey ahead of them. Depending on the danger they might encounter, that alone could be what ended the majority of SkyClan, or worse, the travelers would go missing and never heard from again. "Please understand," his meow wavered slightly with emotion before he cleared his throat, removing the lingering trace of self-consciousness, "as a warrior who has lost over half his family, this is difficult for me," a pause, something in his tone softening, "and I can imagine it is difficult for you as well." Not only did Grousestar had the safety of the entire Clan in his paws, but he was basing this off of two personal stories. The bright side of it was that he didn't have a lot to lose, serving as a double-edged sword--he had to protect what little he had left, which was his sister (who he regretfully didn't know well) and the Clan that'd been here for him since he was a kit. Both of those were at stake and he knew he'd have to learn to accept that, yet it was a terribly painful thing to acknowledge.

"Alright," Rabbitfluff started with a hint of a sigh clinging, "I suppose that's fair. We don't need any form of reciprocation from them, but with that said, this could result in neutrality or a complete disaster, should the stranger be dishonest or trying to trick us or lead us into a trap." He didn't see where the positive could lie because they would gain nothing, or they would face negative consequences. Flicking his gaze to Grousestar's, the tremble returned, "You care about your clanmates, you've said it yourself and prove it everyday." And with that said, he was certain Grousestar wouldn't intentionally expose them to threats, but it was an immensely brave risk to take when there was so much that could twist it into misfortune. Living in isolation had served them well, but he guessed he couldn't comment on that aspect when he hadn't the experience to claim it would be a foolish move, not having resided anywhere else.

Shame nagged at him, and he lowered his eyes. "I recognize we're not cowards, collectively speaking." It was tempting to remain behind and forfeit his place on the journey, since he wasn't confident his presence would aid them; in fact, it could do the opposite. Guarding the camp wasn't appealing, but he wondered if it would be better than the alternative.
Green eyes filling with a bit of confusion as he saw that Rabbitfluff was hesitating to come into his den, he again thought back to the idea that cat's treat him different now that he was leader. The tom wasn't nervous to speak to him, just because he was a leader right? He certainly hoped not, he wanted his warriors to be as open as possible to him, not nervous to speak to him because he held the title of 'leader'. Perhaps it was something else, Rabbitfluff didn't seem like the type of cat that would shy away from speaking to a cat of higher rank, but the thought was still in his brain.
At hearing that the warrior wouldn't be staying long, he simply dipped his head, respecting that he likely wished to be doing something else rather than speaking to him. "I understand, but please make yourself comfortable while you're here." Lifting his head now, he would curl his tail close to his side, ready to continue on with the conversation.

Despite what cat's may think, Grousestar wasn't an open book, he didn't freely express his emotions like other cat's might believe. Yes, he is always happy, cheerful, polite, but those were not the only emotions this cat could feel. Just because he didn't show fear, nervousness, apprehension, outwardly, did not mean that he didn't feel them, he just knew that, as a leader, you must keep a mask for the better of a clan. If he went around showing that he was scared that this journey might be right, if he showed any hint of doubt, then the cat's of the clan would notice and would immediately feel doubtful as well.
Grouse believed that they would pull through this on top, but that did not mean that he wasn't worried about the journey.
Ears perking up as Rabbitfluff spoke, he maintained a smile as he politely listened to him, nodding his head in understanding. "I understand your fear Rabbitfluff, trust me I do. You're more than welcome to stay in the camp if you wish, it will be safer here." His tone was as soft as ever as he spoke to the warrior and the look in his eyes carried a deep tone of understanding. "I have lost much of my family as well, including one of my most dearest of friends, so I know that fear of losing even more, I understand it, and no one would blame you if you wanted to stay here in camp."

Flicking the tip of his tail as the conversation moved on, he nodded his head and glanced away momentarily at what Rabbitfluff brought up next. And for a second, Grousestar had nothing to say. It was chipping at his confidence a bit, but he forced it away. He couldn't doubt himself, not with the journey tomorrow. He needed to be confident in his choice for the clan. "They are telling the truth. I can feel it and I can see it. And I think you forget Rabbitfluff, if we save these cat's and restore order to their clans.. They will be our allies. Should we ever need assistance for some reason, they could be there for us. While I don't particularly like to think about it, these cat's.. They would be in our debt. So in a way, there is a 'prize' in doing this if you may call it that. If that eases your mind any."
That was one thing that Grousestar hated, doing something good for another cat and holding it over their head, waiting for payback, but he's recognized that many cat's like to do this. A reward for their good deeds, and if that helps to calm the nerves of some of his warriors about his decision, he would mention it. But never would he do that to the clans. He didn't want them in his debt, he simply wanted to help, he didn't want them repaying their 'debt' to him.

"No, we're not, not you, not me, not any warrior, apprentice, queen, kit or elder. So again, if it would calm your nerves any, you have the opportunity to stay back and guard the camp. That will not make you a coward, I promise you. If anything, it takes guts to chose that rather than going off into battle. Heck, maybe I'll even put you in charge of the camp while we're gone." Purred out the tom, his meal getting colder the longer he spoke.

[Fawn]

Green eyes filling with a bit of confusion as he saw that Rabbitfluff was hesitating to come into his den, he again thought back to the idea that cat's treat him different now that he was leader. The tom wasn't nervous to speak to him, just because he was a leader right? He certainly hoped not, he wanted his warriors to be as open as possible to him, not nervous to speak to him because he held the title of 'leader'. Perhaps it was something else, Rabbitfluff didn't seem like the type of cat that would shy away from speaking to a cat of higher rank, but the thought was still in his brain.
At hearing that the warrior wouldn't be staying long, he simply dipped his head, respecting that he likely wished to be doing something else rather than speaking to him. "I understand, but please make yourself comfortable while you're here." Lifting his head now, he would curl his tail close to his side, ready to continue on with the conversation.

Despite what cat's may think, Grousestar wasn't an open book, he didn't freely express his emotions like other cat's might believe. Yes, he is always happy, cheerful, polite, but those were not the only emotions this cat could feel. Just because he didn't show fear, nervousness, apprehension, outwardly, did not mean that he didn't feel them, he just knew that, as a leader, you must keep a mask for the better of a clan. If he went around showing that he was scared that this journey might be right, if he showed any hint of doubt, then the cat's of the clan would notice and would immediately feel doubtful as well.
Grouse believed that they would pull through this on top, but that did not mean that he wasn't worried about the journey.
Ears perking up as Rabbitfluff spoke, he maintained a smile as he politely listened to him, nodding his head in understanding. "I understand your fear Rabbitfluff, trust me I do. You're more than welcome to stay in the camp if you wish, it will be safer here." His tone was as soft as ever as he spoke to the warrior and the look in his eyes carried a deep tone of understanding. "I have lost much of my family as well, including one of my most dearest of friends, so I know that fear of losing even more, I understand it, and no one would blame you if you wanted to stay here in camp."

Flicking the tip of his tail as the conversation moved on, he nodded his head and glanced away momentarily at what Rabbitfluff brought up next. And for a second, Grousestar had nothing to say. It was chipping at his confidence a bit, but he forced it away. He couldn't doubt himself, not with the journey tomorrow. He needed to be confident in his choice for the clan. "They are telling the truth. I can feel it and I can see it. And I think you forget Rabbitfluff, if we save these cat's and restore order to their clans.. They will be our allies. Should we ever need assistance for some reason, they could be there for us. While I don't particularly like to think about it, these cat's.. They would be in our debt. So in a way, there is a 'prize' in doing this if you may call it that. If that eases your mind any."
That was one thing that Grousestar hated, doing something good for another cat and holding it over their head, waiting for payback, but he's recognized that many cat's like to do this. A reward for their good deeds, and if that helps to calm the nerves of some of his warriors about his decision, he would mention it. But never would he do that to the clans. He didn't want them in his debt, he simply wanted to help, he didn't want them repaying their 'debt' to him.

"No, we're not, not you, not me, not any warrior, apprentice, queen, kit or elder. So again, if it would calm your nerves any, you have the opportunity to stay back and guard the camp. That will not make you a coward, I promise you. If anything, it takes guts to chose that rather than going off into battle. Heck, maybe I'll even put you in charge of the camp while we're gone." Purred out the tom, his meal getting colder the longer he spoke.
Although he wasn't opposed to lingering in the leader's presence, but he didn't think it would be very polite to bother Grousestar over extremely trivial matters, ones that wouldn't make a difference when the sunshine splashed across SkyClan's camp tomorrow; by then, the plan would already be in motion and whatever resulted from it would simply be. He still didn't expect to change Grousestar's opinion by the end of this conversation but hoped he managed to voice something of value to him in hopes they would proceed with caution on their journey.

"Will it?" he meowed indecisively, questioning the logic but understanding where Grousestar was coming from. "While I don't have a solid grasp on who will be staying and who will be leaving, the camp would hardly be securing if it is nobody but myself and a few other warriors. It would be a decent opportunity for loners, rogues, or..other ..undesirables, to launch and attack." On one side, at least a battle within camp would be familiar on some level, whereas dangers they encountered on the journey could take them by surprise.

It wasn't that Rabbitfluff felt shy around authority, but it was the nature of his visit that held him back; there was a careful boundary between expressing his worries and insulting Grousestar's intelligence, the latter being what he wanted to avoid for the moment (there was a time and a place, and this wasn't it.) Despite the tom's outward obliviousness and cheerful attitude that never appeared to waver, he didn't question his mental capabilities and apparently, StarClan didn't either when they decided he was the one fit to be leader. On the topic, Rabbitfluff inquired, "Has StarClan spoke to you or Ebonypaw recently?" He wouldn't press for an answer, aware certain pieces of information were better omitted when he didn't have the same connection to their ancestors as a leader and a medicine cat did. Returning to what Grousestar offered, the young warrior finally shrugged his shoulders, feeling trapped and defeated by the choiceless choice that was handed to him on a silver platter. Stay and be in danger, or leave and be in danger. There was no right decision, and it seemed to be luck and chance. "I've not determined what I'd prefer to do, though I continue to fear I'd struggle to pull my weight." With that in mind, perhaps he'd decline on traveling.

With not much else to say on the issue since Grousestar had already drawn the conclusion they were telling him the truth, Rabbitfluff opted to let that go since he supposed he would have to put faith in his judgment until proven it was faulty. It was true he hadn't led SkyClan astray before, but then again, he hadn't been leader for more than a moon. "I don't know them well, I must confess," he meowed after a pause, "so I don't have enough experience with them to beg to differ." The thought of allies was appealing, sort of, his hesitance stemming from the geographical barriers. "These allies would be quite far away, and.. with this alone as an indication, we will be coming to their aid far more than what they will have to come to ours." It was a neutral statement, and he didn't mean anything by it aside from pointing out the nature of the impending relationship. "Or if we do relocate closer to them..." he trailed off, shaking his head. That would usher in a new age of problems that they could face when or if it happened.

Fur fluffing in alarm, his reply was a short, stern, and semi-panicked, "No." Being in charge of those who didn't travel would prove to be an impossible and stress-inducing task, and he didn't want to be responsible. Clearing his throat once more, Rabbitfluff elaborated, "I believe you could appoint someone better qualified than me, but I appreciate the gesture." It would be the perfect job for Auroraflame, being the deputy, but he would understand if Grousestar would rather have her company on the journey than forcing her to stay behind.

[The Cannibal]

Lunacross

With a rather scrawny in tow, the current leader of Skyclan pushed his way into his new den, he had done great work in making the originally cold, vacant place a really warm and comfortable one that he enjoys coming into and even enjoys others coming in to join him with his meal.
But today, no cat was joining him for dinner, not that he didn't mind it, he was far from lonely. If anything, it gave him some nice quiet time to think over what he's decided for his clan. Ever since he was forced to step up and take Lemonstar's position as leader, he's had to make several very large decisions in such a short time and has hardly had the time to really sit down and think about what he's done. At the time he had to make decisions, they felt rushed and he could only go with his gut instinct and just had to pray that Starclan was guiding him and so far, it seemed that those choices had been correct. Or so he thinks so anyways, it seems that way. He hadn't lost too many warriors during the liberation, he had only lost one life {albeit it was sooner than he had expected}, and they had managed to drive out all of the dark forest worshiping cats and "save" the clans, that's how he wanted to see it. He didn't want to see it as them coming in out of the blue, running up and destroying their leaders and leaving the clans to fend for themselves afterwards, leave them to elect new leaders and just move on with their lives.

As he settled into his nest, he placed the squirrel between his paws, dipped his head, closed his eyes and muttered his thanks to his ancestors for the meal before happily beginning to dig in.
He was sure he made the right decision in liberating the clans, there was no question about that, he had assured himself as soon as he liberated the last one, the only cats that had hated Skyclan coming in were the ones being driven out meaning that, well, obviously it was the correct choice.
What was worrying him thought was moving his entire clan. Had he made the correct decision in doing that? They had come out of their safety and was now living with four other clans, for what? Just because he knew they lived here? This was a whole new territory and while the forest did sort of resemble Skyclan territory, they were not in the mountains, there were not boulders and rocks everywhere, this was just forest. And besides, what if the other four clans decide that after a while, they are sick of Skyclan's presence near their homes which they've lived in for probably many many generations, just as Skyclan had lived in isolation for many many generations. What then?
These thoughts crossed the toms mind, but even though they were doubtful, he was still optimistic, he was positive that they could pull through this even if it wasn't the right choice. He still wore a smile on his face because even doubt in his decisions couldn't take his happiness away because he was in charge of the clan he loved. He was surrounded by cats that he cared for more than his own life, cats that he would die for on any given day just to make sure they were safe. Because that. Was Grousestar.

[BEAR.]

Duskflight

Discomfort pricked Aconiteheart's pelt as he slipped into the den. With the change in camp and territory locations, the entity found himself getting lost more often than naught. The transition was hard on the earthbound tom, struggling to adapt to unfamiliar territory and the loss of his knowledge on precious herb locations. It was a feeling similar to when DuskClan and DawnClan were forced to move, driven out by the fiery wrath of StarClan. He could still hear the phantom crackling of flames as they fled their forest home, the stench of smoke and death clinging to the air. The thought was unsettling.

Pausing in place, Aconiteheart gazed at the tabby form of Grousestar. They had met once before, albeit brief, when he escorted Grousestar and Rabbitfluff to the Whispering Cave. At the time Aconiteheart had been preoccupied with other matters, and he'd been in a hurry to get back to his duties. Now that he was free beyond Ebonypaw, however .. he didn't mind hanging around. For the moment, Grousestar seemed to be distracted by the combination of eating and thought, and Aconite took a seat across from the younger tom. He could wait for the leader to finish. Patience was a valuable virtue.

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

Discomfort pricked Aconiteheart's pelt as he slipped into the den. With the change in camp and territory locations, the entity found himself getting lost more often than naught. The transition was hard on the earthbound tom, struggling to adapt to unfamiliar territory and the loss of his knowledge on precious herb locations. It was a feeling similar to when DuskClan and DawnClan were forced to move, driven out by the fiery wrath of StarClan. He could still hear the phantom crackling of flames as they fled their forest home, the stench of smoke and death clinging to the air. The thought was unsettling.

Pausing in place, Aconiteheart gazed at the tabby form of Grousestar. They had met once before, albeit brief, when he escorted Grousestar and Rabbitfluff to the Whispering Cave. At the time Aconiteheart had been preoccupied with other matters, and he'd been in a hurry to get back to his duties. Now that he was free beyond Ebonypaw, however .. he didn't mind hanging around. For the moment, Grousestar seemed to be distracted by the combination of eating and thought, and Aconite took a seat across from the younger tom. He could wait for the leader to finish. Patience was a valuable virtue.
Considering that the other cat was merely just a spirit, the tabby picked up no sound when he padded into his den, though he did catch a slight whiff of a vaguely familiar scent, though couldn't put a name to it and simply dismissed it as a smell coming from somewhere in the camp, after all, there were many cats in Skyclan. That's one thing Grousestar found out when he became leader, just how many cats that were in this clan, he just simply hadn't realized it when he was a warrior, and really, as a deputy he felt much too busy to really realize it at that time. But the amount of cats was no problem for him, he liked other cats in general and liked to think of every one of them as a friend that has yet to have been formerly met, though he did try to speak to others as often as possible, asking how they were doing, making sure everything was okay because he felt like as a leader, that he should be responsible for every cat's well being, not just the general populous.
Crunching through the squirrel, it didn't take very long for the tom to finish it, the fur neatly placed in a pile and the bones placed in a separate one that he would take out to bury at a different time, for at the moment, he didn't quite feel like getting back up. He was exhausted.

After a breathy sigh, the leader blinked a bit, letting go of his thoughts for now and clearing his vision to find that he was staring at his paws. Flicking an ear slightly, he licked them a bit and went to lay his head on them before stopping, his eyes falling on Aconiteheart who was seated right before him, a surprised look crossing his face.
I didn't hear him come in! Oh- Well duh, he's a bit see-through, he's a Starclan cat... That looks familiar.. Slowly lifting his head back up, Grousestar didn't quite say anything yet, still trying to piece together who this other cat was.
I don't know very many Starclan cats, so I don't have many to chose from.. A look of realization struck his face. That's the cat that escorted me and Rabbit to receive my nine lives! Oh jeez, what's his name again..?
"Oh, hello there! I haven't kept to waiting have I? If so I apologize, this is the only time I really get to be with my thoughts." Immediately his usual smile sprouted onto his lips as he gazed at the spirit, tucking his tail close to his side and allowing the usual friendly glimmer to appear in his eyes.
I think it was something along the lines of Aconiteheart..

[BEAR.]

Duskflight

Aconiteheart honestly didn't mind waiting on the young leader. The spirit was in no rush to steal his attention and pursue a conversation, partially out of not wanting to come off as rude. In recent times his only friends, if he could even call one of them that, were Almondfall and Ebonypaw, and as much as he'd love to talk their ears off, Almondfall had a family to care for and Ebonypaw's training was his priority. A few unrelated topics didn't hurt, but the faded medicine cat didn't want to risk ruining any chance at a life-long friendship with the tuxedo feline by annoying her. Grousestar finished his meal sooner than expected -- Aconiteheart being used to cats taking their time in private, and the spotted tabby straightened up when he was spoken to.

"Oh, no worries," he responded. "You haven't left me waiting long, and I'm not in a hurry. Take your time. I can leave if you'd like to go back to your thoughts without being distracted. I don't have anything important to bring to your attention as it is." With the threat of the Evil Era in the past, and the clans on the road to recovery, there wasn't much to discuss in the dire sense. The majority of the Dark Forest worshippers had been killed or exiled, and those few that remained in the clans would be reeling from their recent defeat. "Or you could talk to me about your thoughts, if you'd like. I'm all ears."

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

Aconiteheart honestly didn't mind waiting on the young leader. The spirit was in no rush to steal his attention and pursue a conversation, partially out of not wanting to come off as rude. In recent times his only friends, if he could even call one of them that, were Almondfall and Ebonypaw, and as much as he'd love to talk their ears off, Almondfall had a family to care for and Ebonypaw's training was his priority. A few unrelated topics didn't hurt, but the faded medicine cat didn't want to risk ruining any chance at a life-long friendship with the tuxedo feline by annoying her. Grousestar finished his meal sooner than expected -- Aconiteheart being used to cats taking their time in private, and the spotted tabby straightened up when he was spoken to.

"Oh, no worries," he responded. "You haven't left me waiting long, and I'm not in a hurry. Take your time. I can leave if you'd like to go back to your thoughts without being distracted. I don't have anything important to bring to your attention as it is." With the threat of the Evil Era in the past, and the clans on the road to recovery, there wasn't much to discuss in the dire sense. The majority of the Dark Forest worshippers had been killed or exiled, and those few that remained in the clans would be reeling from their recent defeat. "Or you could talk to me about your thoughts, if you'd like. I'm all ears."
Just like nearly everything else he did, he ate fast, it was just an unbroken habit of his that he had built up when he was an apprentice, eating as fast as he could so that he could have more practice to train and do his duties, and the same for when he was a warrior. He really saw no problem in the habit and so had never actually made an effort to get rid of it, and no other cat really seemed to notice the fact anyways, not even him at this point. As Aconiteheart sat up, Grousestar merely settled deeper into his nest, making himself as comfortable as possible and quietly wishing the other tom did the same, he appreciated that other cats were formal with him, but he'd much prefer if they were informal, it meant they were comfortable with him, or that's what he thinks anyways, he thinks it would make cats more at ease, more likely to talk to him if something was going on that he might need to know about. Nonetheless, the tabby tom was completely at ease with the Starclan cat, just as he was with every cat in the clan.

"Oh no, no, please stay, I would greatly enjoy your company, my thoughts aren't going anywhere and besides, they're nothing too important at the moment anyways, just me pondering is all." Mewed the tom, his smile brightening and his forepaws crossing in front of him, his claws flexing a moment before fully relaxing.
"My thoughts really aren't that interesting, but I suppose if you're all ears then I may as well be all mouth." Pausing to chuckle, Grousestar would continue. "Really, the main thing plaguing my mind is if.. I made the right choice in all of this. If it was right for me to come in and drive those cats out, if I did more damage than good. I know they'll recover, I have a good feeling about that, but my question is, what if I left a bad taste in their mouth regarding Skyclan? With us just walking in, wiping out their leadership and leaving. And if it was right to move Skyclan here, yes it's closer to the clans, but we've lived in solidarity for.. Well. For many generations! Was it truly the right decision to change that? I believe it was, but I still can't help but wonder if my opinion is wrong in the case.."
The tom paused before chuckling out.
"Please make yourself comfortable by the way, and tell me if I talk too much, I don't want to talk your ears off because I know all too well I can get a bit talkative."

[BEAR.]

Duskflight

"The right choices are always the hardest," Aconiteheart murmured. "The clans won't harbor a significant amount of resentment for SkyClan. There are supporters of that era who will hate this clan; to them, they feel their rights were violated and that they were once again wronged by StarClan, but that is inevitable. For the rest, for the time being they'll be grateful for your assistance. Alone, they would not have the courage to face those that oppressed them. The other clans are also under our guidance, and their leaderships will be restored soon enough. Fortunately for the majority of the clans, their leaders were merely driven out or captured, and returning them to their positions won't be a problem. There is a clan left with nothing, as the former leader was killed and her appointed deputy brought forth the reign of darkness, but they're in good paws.."

Thoughtfully, Aconiteheart shifted where he sat, relaxing into a more comfortable stance. "Well, technically speaking SkyClan itself never had a neighbor. SkyClan stem from two conjoined clans that spent countless generations locked in a bloody conflict that ended in flames and grief when the surviving offspring of both clan leaders perished in StarClan's holy wrath. Admittedly, the relocation is a bit odd to me -- keeping in mind I have walked SkyClan's forests since the beginning, but I wouldn't call it a mistake. You'll just need to be wary of your immediate surroundings. This land is unfamiliar and you now border a hostile faction. I can't foresee them not causing issues."

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

"The right choices are always the hardest," Aconiteheart murmured. "The clans won't harbor a significant amount of resentment for SkyClan. There are supporters of that era who will hate this clan; to them, they feel their rights were violated and that they were once again wronged by StarClan, but that is inevitable. For the rest, for the time being they'll be grateful for your assistance. Alone, they would not have the courage to face those that oppressed them. The other clans are also under our guidance, and their leaderships will be restored soon enough. Fortunately for the majority of the clans, their leaders were merely driven out or captured, and returning them to their positions won't be a problem. There is a clan left with nothing, as the former leader was killed and her appointed deputy brought forth the reign of darkness, but they're in good paws.."

Thoughtfully, Aconiteheart shifted where he sat, relaxing into a more comfortable stance. "Well, technically speaking SkyClan itself never had a neighbor. SkyClan stem from two conjoined clans that spent countless generations locked in a bloody conflict that ended in flames and grief when the surviving offspring of both clan leaders perished in StarClan's holy wrath. Admittedly, the relocation is a bit odd to me -- keeping in mind I have walked SkyClan's forests since the beginning, but I wouldn't call it a mistake. You'll just need to be wary of your immediate surroundings. This land is unfamiliar and you now border a hostile faction. I can't foresee them not causing issues."
As the ethereal cat began to speak, Grousestar made quite work of clicking his jaws shut in order to listen to the much wiser cat, his ears perked and angled towards Aconiteheart. For some reason, despite the tom already knowing a majority of the information, to hear another cat say it, a cat from Starclan say it, it helped to calm his nerves a bit. In a way, it was proving that he was right in his way of thinking and he wasn't misguided. Breathing out a gentle exhale, the leader nodded a bit, his emerald gaze focusing on his paws for a moment before looking back at the Skyclan ancestor, his smile widening slightly to hear that the clans were in good paws. That's what he wanted to hear, he wanted to know that these clans could continue on, grow back to their former glory that they surely had. Because, yes, while seeing his clan prosper and recover from its somewhat rocky past, he also enjoyed seeming other clans do well as well, now that he knew they existed. He was a fair tom that wanted nothing more than the best for everyone, though obviously he would put his clan first, he did care for others.

As the starry cat continued, intrigue wriggled it's way onto the brown tabby's face as he was told about the history of his clan, it had been so long since he had been told about this, it's not like anyone aside from the elders actively tried to teach clan members about this past.
A small chuckle escaped him as he heard the other tom admit it was strange to be walking on new land since Skyclan had lived in the past lands for many generations, silently agreeing with him, though Grouse was quickly growing accustomed to it.
Though his smile faltered as Aconiteheart mentioned the group that Grousestar was just now realizing that they bordered, the smile dropping and a solemn look replacing it.
"Yes, I've begun to notice this 'faction' as you call it, I smell them at the borders and I believe.. I've caught the... remains of one or two of my warriors in the territory with strange scents about them. I have reason to believe that it is these cats that are doing this. The second I find them, I'm confronting them." A stark look of anger was on the toms face as he spoke about this. "I will show them very quickly what it means to mess with me and my clan and I'm sure they will not like it." Slowly he let the look fade, turning his head a way to look at the entrance of his den for a moment before looking back at his companion, blinking away the anger that had filled him at the thought.
"Do you know if this group has a name?"

[BEAR.]

Duskflight

Having lived during the time of the DuskClan and DawnClan conflict, there was always an old need to remind the living of their history. Even after countless years, Aconiteheart was still haunted by the death of several of his clan-mates and nephew, the feeling of helplessness that came with watching cats struggle to escape the sudden torrent of flames. He had been their medicine cat, and despite his attempt at warning when his den ignited, the casualties had been significant.

"Sounds like them," he confirmed Grousestar's suspicions. "While it may be possible the killers are rogues, the gang in question is a group of liars, thieves, and murderers. Some of their members are exiles from the other clans, and overall they're just .. not good news. They go by the Dusk Syndicate. They've resided in that forest since ah, just after the other clans relocated here from the mountains. From my understanding, they haven't been faring terribly well since the loss of their second commander, and I don't believe they're near the strength they used to be. However, you must keep in mind these cats are bloodthirsty -- they don't have any sense of honor or well-being. If a confrontation were to take place, they would likely relish the battle."

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

Having lived during the time of the DuskClan and DawnClan conflict, there was always an old need to remind the living of their history. Even after countless years, Aconiteheart was still haunted by the death of several of his clan-mates and nephew, the feeling of helplessness that came with watching cats struggle to escape the sudden torrent of flames. He had been their medicine cat, and despite his attempt at warning when his den ignited, the casualties had been significant.

"Sounds like them," he confirmed Grousestar's suspicions. "While it may be possible the killers are rogues, the gang in question is a group of liars, thieves, and murderers. Some of their members are exiles from the other clans, and overall they're just .. not good news. They go by the Dusk Syndicate. They've resided in that forest since ah, just after the other clans relocated here from the mountains. From my understanding, they haven't been faring terribly well since the loss of their second commander, and I don't believe they're near the strength they used to be. However, you must keep in mind these cats are bloodthirsty -- they don't have any sense of honor or well-being. If a confrontation were to take place, they would likely relish the battle."
You would think that the clan would enjoy spreading the knowledge of their past, teaching kits about it at a young age and yet, there were very few, if any, living Skyclan members that could tell you the tale of the great clan's history. Perhaps it was dark and cats simply wished not to be reminded of it, nonetheless, the leader was very grateful for the reminder of their history. He believed it was a good thing to know as leader of the clan. Perhaps he would take the torch of the story and pass it along to the rest of his clan, not out right of course, but through simple day-to-day conversation, or perhaps he would simply forget again with so many other things plaguing his mind as of now. Nonetheless, Aconiteheart would forever serve as a reminder of that time.

So it is that group.. With confirmation that it sounded like whomever this faction was, that left the remains of his warriors on his own turf, he suddenly grew sure that he would need to confront these cats. As soon as he could find them.
Grousestar listened to the medicine cat from the past, very carefully, wanting to know any information about this faction that they bordered, quietly wishing he had known this before he settled his clan next to their borders. Bloodthirsty, honorless cats.. Oh dear, what have I done.. No matter, I'll still keep this clan safe and strong, I'll just have to warn my warriors to keep an extra strict lookout on that side of our borders.
Sighing out slowly, he nodded his head as Aconiteheart finished.
"Well that sounds just pleasant. I'll keep a close eye on them then, though I will not accuse them of the acts until I'm completely certain. I'd hate to put the blame on innocent cats, even if they aren't so innocent, and cause an unneeded enemy. That's the last thing Skyclan needs at the moment."

[BEAR.]

Duskflight
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"Whether or not you confront them, they'll still be your enemy," Aconiteheart pointed out. "These cats are about as anti-clan as it gets, and they'll see SkyClan taking over this forest as a threat that needs to be annihilated. The only thing you can do to prevent further damage is to deal with the Syndicate before they strike again." The spotted tabby once more shifted in place, his expression twisting into something of discomfort. "I can't see this ending in peace. The last few moons for them have been rough, with a lack of leadership, but they're under new command and with the right direction they could launch their own assault on our clan.." he trailed off, uncertain of where he was going. "Regardless, it's your choice in the end. It would be a good idea to wait to see their next move - if they pursue the injury of our clan mates. They've stopped in the past, at least."

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight
[have a smol post]

"Whether or not you confront them, they'll still be your enemy," Aconiteheart pointed out. "These cats are about as anti-clan as it gets, and they'll see SkyClan taking over this forest as a threat that needs to be annihilated. The only thing you can do to prevent further damage is to deal with the Syndicate before they strike again." The spotted tabby once more shifted in place, his expression twisting into something of discomfort. "I can't see this ending in peace. The last few moons for them have been rough, with a lack of leadership, but they're under new command and with the right direction they could launch their own assault on our clan.." he trailed off, uncertain of where he was going. "Regardless, it's your choice in the end. It would be a good idea to wait to see their next move - if they pursue the injury of our clan mates. They've stopped in the past, at least."
A quiet exhale of air escaped the tabby's nostrils as he glanced away from the Starclan cat, his ears folding back and the slightest beginnings of a grimace touching his lips as the other tom stated that regardless of his actions, the cats in question would remain an enemy, something that Grousestar didn't particularly want. He was a friendly, charismatic cat that generally wished no harm on others, though the longer he goes through his leadership, the more he realizes how protective of his clan he is. The safety of his clan came first in anything and should any cat dare threaten that, well.. They would see a side of Grousestar that no cat would ever want to see. Under that cheery demeanor, the kindness and everything else was a ferocious and rather dangerous warrior filled with eight lives that would fight any creature should they threaten his clan, from a fox up to a twoleg, it did not matter when the safety of his clan was in question. It wasn't reckless, no, it was a strong love for his clan, the responsibility of caring for all of these cats, his deep kinship with every cat in this clan and his desire to keep them all safe and well cared for, that's what made him fearless when fighting for his clan.
Grousestar remained silent until Aconiteheart had finished, and even several moments after, licking his lips as he understood what the late medicine cat was implying with his words.
I don't think the warriors are ready just yet to go back into battle. They need time to get settled into the new territory, get readjusted, heal.. I can't just bring them into another battle, I can't do that to them. Besides.. Waiting... That can give me more time to see what the Syndicate will do. If they really are hostile towards us or if they'll just keep to themselves like I hope they do.
Looking back at Aconiteheart, Grousestar would offer a small, kind smile.
"I appreciate the information Aconiteheart, I'll bring it under consideration with my deputy, however I've never been the kind of cat to make rash decisions and I believe it's best to let some time pass before thinking about attacking them. I don't particularly like kicking cats when they're down anyways, perhaps under their new leadership, they'll be lead on a different path and perhaps become more civilized? It's all up in the air and it's best to just keep a watchful eye for now before making a decision I might deeply regret later." The words were spoken careful and afterwards he seemed to pause before slowly nodding, as if repeating the words to himself to see if that's how he wanted to say it, before once more offering as smile.

[BEAR.]

Duskflight

Aconiteheart didn't believe for a moment the Dusk Syndicate would back down. They had gone too long without bloodshed; the Place of No Stars' reign over the clans being the closest they had to action. Under Neomora and Renn's leaderships, perhaps things would be different with the ban on interacting with the clans in place, but the new leader of the Syndicate didn't seem to have restraints on their underlings. "If that's what you wish to do," he resigned, not believing it to be the best course of action, but knowing it wasn't his place to say more. The spirit had advised the leader - his choices were his own, regardless of what consequences may arise.

Never one to stay still for long, the spotted tabby was shuffling in his spot, uncertain of where to go from here. It would be easy to excuse himself and return to Ebonypaw, but it seemed too soon and he didn't want to leave on such a solemn note. "If I may," he began, "how does it feel being leader? You were a deputy for a short time, if I recall correctly. Lemonstar left quite a burden on your shoulders."

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

Aconiteheart didn't believe for a moment the Dusk Syndicate would back down. They had gone too long without bloodshed; the Place of No Stars' reign over the clans being the closest they had to action. Under Neomora and Renn's leaderships, perhaps things would be different with the ban on interacting with the clans in place, but the new leader of the Syndicate didn't seem to have restraints on their underlings. "If that's what you wish to do," he resigned, not believing it to be the best course of action, but knowing it wasn't his place to say more. The spirit had advised the leader - his choices were his own, regardless of what consequences may arise.

Never one to stay still for long, the spotted tabby was shuffling in his spot, uncertain of where to go from here. It would be easy to excuse himself and return to Ebonypaw, but it seemed too soon and he didn't want to leave on such a solemn note. "If I may," he began, "how does it feel being leader? You were a deputy for a short time, if I recall correctly. Lemonstar left quite a burden on your shoulders."
As the conversation fell quiet, the brown tabby found himself trying to evaluate the Starclan cat's demeanor, he had a feeling that Aconiteheart didn't believe what he said was the best course of action, that the other cat would likely be against this sort of 'wait and see' attitude, but the Skyclan leader was optimistic that this Syndicate could possibly pull through with their new leadership, turn into good cats and be placed on the right road. He desperately wanted that to happen, he was sure there were a few good cats in that dark place, perhaps one of them was able to take command.
Hearing Aconiteheart's response, he confirmed that the late medicine cat truly did not believe he was doing the right thing in his actions, but Grousestar truly saw no need prodding the broken Syndicate like a fox with a dying rabbit. It was wrong and it didn't fit his moral code. While he was particularly upset about the two felines that came from the Syndicate killing his warriors, he was hoping that those were just two extreme cats of the dark faction, that they weren't all like that. It was a naive thought, but he hoped it would be true. They.. Couldn't all be murderers right? He truly hoped not. Nonetheless, he nodded a bit, glancing away for a moment before looking back as he heard the other shuffle in his place, surely growing restless. It wasn't like Grousestar to lead such a boring conversation, more often than not he would be able to entertain another for hours on end by simply talking. But there was just too many things going on in his head currently to attempt to keep Aconiteheart's attention for too long.

When he heard the others voice, he would focus his attention again and dawn a new smile, listening to the question before breathing out, wiping a paw across his nose as if he had an itch.
"Yes it was quite the burden indeed, I would have to say it caught me a bit off guard, his disappearance. But being leader.. It's.. Something new entirely. Deputy was easy, I didn't really have the responsibility of an entire clan on my shoulders, but being leader.. There's much more that goes into it than cat's think. It's not simply being a figure-head, it's not simply being the voice of Skyclan. It's being the protector of an entire clan, the sole cat that must make sure that all are being fed and taken care of, that all are safe, and you must make decisions based on the behalf of so many and despite all of the best intentions, there will always be a cat that disagrees with what you do. It's very difficult and I believe I still have a lot to learn. But I am trying my best." His gaze focused on his paws, something that was very uncharacteristic of Grousestar, normally he enjoyed maintaining eye-contact, but it was clear that he was speaking what he truly thought. It was hard, it was a job he never thought he would have to take. The disappearance of his best friend.. It was hard.

[Mango]

Fennelsnarl stepped in the den limping," Grousestar?" She called out images of the fast paced battle remained in her head, the blood, slicing, her imatients causing the start of the battle, the taunts of the fighting forces in the DS, and her claws sliding out, and slicing the cats eye in half. She shuddered.

[The Cannibal]

Fennelsnarl stepped in the den limping," Grousestar?" She called out images of the fast paced battle remained in her head, the blood, slicing, her imatients causing the start of the battle, the taunts of the fighting forces in the DS, and her claws sliding out, and slicing the cats eye in half. She shuddered.
At the sound of a voice calling for his name, the brown tabby's head jerked up with a start, his eyes quickly opening and adjusting to the dim light of his den so that he could make out who was approaching. "Hm?"
It seems the warrior had awoken the leader from a much needed nap, his emerald eyes blinking the sleep away as he slowly took in Fennelsnarl's appearance. Tilting his head, he shot her a confused and worried look, obviously noticing her limp and wanting to know what caused it.
"Is there something you need Fennelsnarl?"
It was a stupid question and he knew she obviously needed something, no cat came in to his den usually unless they needed something and judging by her limp, it must be something important. She should be in the medicine cat's den. But he needed to ask it regardless, he couldn't just stare at her until she spoke, he needed to prompt her. That was the polite thing to do. Let her tell it on her own with a gentle nudge.

[Mango]

At the sound of a voice calling for his name, the brown tabby's head jerked up with a start, his eyes quickly opening and adjusting to the dim light of his den so that he could make out who was approaching. "Hm?"
It seems the warrior had awoken the leader from a much needed nap, his emerald eyes blinking the sleep away as he slowly took in Fennelsnarl's appearance. Tilting his head, he shot her a confused and worried look, obviously noticing her limp and wanting to know what caused it.
"Is there something you need Fennelsnarl?"
It was a stupid question and he knew she obviously needed something, no cat came in to his den usually unless they needed something and judging by her limp, it must be something important. She should be in the medicine cat's den. But he needed to ask it regardless, he couldn't just stare at her until she spoke, he needed to prompt her. That was the polite thing to do. Let her tell it on her own with a gentle nudge.
Fennelsnarl blinked," When I was on the patrol along the DS border, three DS cats started taunting us, calling us kittypets, I lost my temper and slashed at one of them, and we had a battle, my clanmates are dead, the DS laughed and went home. I was too weak to carry them back alone. I'd suggest sending higher trained warriors, those who can cope with being attacked to that border. Though you know best."

[The Cannibal]

Fennelsnarl blinked," When I was on the patrol along the DS border, three DS cats started taunting us, calling us kittypets, I lost my temper and slashed at one of them, and we had a battle, my clanmates are dead, the DS laughed and went home. I was too weak to carry them back alone. I'd suggest sending higher trained warriors, those who can cope with being attacked to that border. Though you know best."
Grousestar stared at her. Just blatantly stared at her, even after she had stopped speaking. Did.. He hear her right?
Taunting my warriors? Killing my warriors? His mind completely skipped over the fact that Fennelsnarl admitted that she had been the cause of the battle and the death of her clanmates. It was like he didn't even hear it at all. Slowly his face seemed to grow stormy, an anger that no one hardly see from the charismatic tom bubbling beneath the surface, his emerald eyes almost seeming to darken. Slowly, he nodded his head, deeply angered by what happened today.
"Thank you for informing me Fennelsnarl. Please be sure to get checked over by Ebonypaw." Slowly he would rise to his paws and nod his head towards her before padding out of his den with a small lash of his tail.

[Mango]

Grousestar stared at her. Just blatantly stared at her, even after she had stopped speaking. Did.. He hear her right?
Taunting my warriors? Killing my warriors? His mind completely skipped over the fact that Fennelsnarl admitted that she had been the cause of the battle and the death of her clanmates. It was like he didn't even hear it at all. Slowly his face seemed to grow stormy, an anger that no one hardly see from the charismatic tom bubbling beneath the surface, his emerald eyes almost seeming to darken. Slowly, he nodded his head, deeply angered by what happened today.
"Thank you for informing me Fennelsnarl. Please be sure to get checked over by Ebonypaw." Slowly he would rise to his paws and nod his head towards her before padding out of his den with a small lash of his tail.

Fennelsnarl nodded," Alright, Sorry for loosing it." she added before stepping out of the den.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

[ Duskflight ]

A Syndicate tom was half dragged, half shoved into the den by a flame-point warrior. The warrior, Flamingsnow, released him in front of Grousestar. "Fennelsnarl also brought him back from the patrol. She snatched him before he could get away. She believes him to be responsible for the death of Ashpaw." Stepping away, she left the den without further talking, leaving the heavily bleeding trainee alone with the leader. The tom barely twitched a whisker as his own blood stained his matted fur. It was hardly evident that he was trying to hide a hollow look, and instead he began to try to revert himself back to what he has been so that he wouldn't break down sobbing in front of the enemy. That was what the leader was. Just another enemy. Paruds told himself that had he not been wounded, he'd've killed the leader, but something in him knew it wasn't the truth. No. I don't care. She tried to run, the coward. She deserved it. She deserved to die.
It was something not even Pardus could fully believe.

[The Cannibal]

[ Duskflight ]

A Syndicate tom was half dragged, half shoved into the den by a flame-point warrior. The warrior, Flamingsnow, released him in front of Grousestar. "Fennelsnarl also brought him back from the patrol. She snatched him before he could get away. She believes him to be responsible for the death of Ashpaw." Stepping away, she left the den without further talking, leaving the heavily bleeding trainee alone with the leader. The tom barely twitched a whisker as his own blood stained his matted fur. It was hardly evident that he was trying to hide a hollow look, and instead he began to try to revert himself back to what he has been so that he wouldn't break down sobbing in front of the enemy. That was what the leader was. Just another enemy. Paruds told himself that had he not been wounded, he'd've killed the leader, but something in him knew it wasn't the truth. No. I don't care. She tried to run, the coward. She deserved it. She deserved to die.
It was something not even Pardus could fully believe.
It hadn't been long since he had been informed of the border dispute at all, just enough time for him to mull over it as he got some prey and return to his den, in fact, he was there, getting ready to take the first bite out of a vole when he heard paw steps enter his den, his emerald eyes glancing up, his mouth open, ready to chomp down on the rodent before he was interrupted. His eyes met those of a warrior, Flamingsnow and of an unfamiliar face who gave off a putrid smell of a group he knew all too well now. Pupils narrowing he clamped his jaws shut with a click and sat up in his nest to listen to what his warrior had to tell him about this cat.
"Thank you Flamingsnow, tell Fennelheart she has my thanks as well." The tone, rather than his usually cheery and friendly tone, was strained and clearly hinting at underlying anger. With the flamepoint warrior now gone, the brown tabby focused his sole attention on the bleeding Syndicate warrior in front of him, his claws absentmindedly unsheathing, not that he planned on having to use them, though his fur did bristle angrily and his gaze hardened considerably.
"How dare you assault and kill my clanmates." He hissed, emerald eyes shining now with the rising anger in him.
"What is the Syndicate's reasoning behind this? Hm? Or is this just another one of your 'welcoming messages'?" Questioned the leader, now standing with an agitated lash of his tail.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

It hadn't been long since he had been informed of the border dispute at all, just enough time for him to mull over it as he got some prey and return to his den, in fact, he was there, getting ready to take the first bite out of a vole when he heard paw steps enter his den, his emerald eyes glancing up, his mouth open, ready to chomp down on the rodent before he was interrupted. His eyes met those of a warrior, Flamingsnow and of an unfamiliar face who gave off a putrid smell of a group he knew all too well now. Pupils narrowing he clamped his jaws shut with a click and sat up in his nest to listen to what his warrior had to tell him about this cat.
"Thank you Flamingsnow, tell Fennelheart she has my thanks as well." The tone, rather than his usually cheery and friendly tone, was strained and clearly hinting at underlying anger. With the flamepoint warrior now gone, the brown tabby focused his sole attention on the bleeding Syndicate warrior in front of him, his claws absentmindedly unsheathing, not that he planned on having to use them, though his fur did bristle angrily and his gaze hardened considerably.
"How dare you assault and kill my clanmates." He hissed, emerald eyes shining now with the rising anger in him.
"What is the Syndicate's reasoning behind this? Hm? Or is this just another one of your 'welcoming messages'?" Questioned the leader, now standing with an agitated lash of his tail.
Pardus snorted, wrinkling his nose unattractively. "All due respect, your highness," sneered the trainee as he finally managed to fully hide the shame gnawing at his stomach, "If Halite were to send a message to you kittypets, it would come with a lot more than little me and Singe--oh, I think it used to be Singenight--killing one weak little apprentice." The ticked tom's tail lashed as he glared at the leader, yellowish olive eyes burning daggers at the older cat's face. Truthfully, although he knew Halite would probably be wiser and more strategic than that, it was the thought that counted. The trainee knew he couldn't escape alive--but maybe he could take some of the leader's bravery down with him. He ignored the fact that his shoulder had started going numb to the pain and shifted his weight to hide the weakness.
(Sry, mobile)

[The Cannibal]

Pardus snorted, wrinkling his nose unattractively. "All due respect, your highness," sneered the trainee as he finally managed to fully hide the shame gnawing at his stomach, "If Halite were to send a message to you kittypets, it would come with a lot more than little me and Singe--oh, I think it used to be Singenight--killing one weak little apprentice." The ticked tom's tail lashed as he glared at the leader, yellowish olive eyes burning daggers at the older cat's face. Truthfully, although he knew Halite would probably be wiser and more strategic than that, it was the thought that counted. The trainee knew he couldn't escape alive--but maybe he could take some of the leader's bravery down with him. He ignored the fact that his shoulder had started going numb to the pain and shifted his weight to hide the weakness.
(Sry, mobile)
Grousestar was angered no more than he already was when the sarcastic title was spoken by the Dusk Sydnciate trainee, in fact, the leader seemed to completely ignore the taunt. He wasn't angry about what this cat was saying, he was angry because this was the second time his cats have been killed in regards to the Syndicate and truthfully, as charismatic and optimistic as he was, he wasn't going to let some rowdy band of murderers get away with killing his clanmates. His job was to protect and lead them and Starclan save the cats that prevented him from doing his job as clan leader. This was his life.
"So that's where the coward ran off to, hiding amongst murderers and heathens, I should have guessed. It suites him." Spat the leader threw gritted teeth. It was clear the leader hadn't forgotten that battle of liberation in Windclan, his cats had died fighting the followers of that cats rule.
"And you."
The tabby took a step towards the already injured cat, lips slightly curled back and a fiery anger burning within those green depths of his eyes.
"You are a sad excuse of a cat, I don't even believe you deserve that title. The crows wouldn't even pick your bones you're so disgusting. That apprentice? She was stronger and more capable than anything you could ever even hope to be, the same with each and every one of those warriors you attacked. Regardless if you're even capable of being called a 'cat', you're going to give me answers, I will force them from your throat if I have to. You're going to tell me everything there is about this Syndicate. Right here. Right now."

This was a side of Grousestar that no cat knew, no cat needed to know about it because this side of him shouldn't need to come out. But unfortunately, when it came to the well being of his clan? He couldn't be mister nice cat. He didn't want any of his clan to see him like this, it might scare them, but he was simply doing his best to protect his clan. He needed answers, and he was going to get them.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Grousestar was angered no more than he already was when the sarcastic title was spoken by the Dusk Sydnciate trainee, in fact, the leader seemed to completely ignore the taunt. He wasn't angry about what this cat was saying, he was angry because this was the second time his cats have been killed in regards to the Syndicate and truthfully, as charismatic and optimistic as he was, he wasn't going to let some rowdy band of murderers get away with killing his clanmates. His job was to protect and lead them and Starclan save the cats that prevented him from doing his job as clan leader. This was his life.
"So that's where the coward ran off to, hiding amongst murderers and heathens, I should have guessed. It suites him." Spat the leader threw gritted teeth. It was clear the leader hadn't forgotten that battle of liberation in Windclan, his cats had died fighting the followers of that cats rule.
"And you."
The tabby took a step towards the already injured cat, lips slightly curled back and a fiery anger burning within those green depths of his eyes.
"You are a sad excuse of a cat, I don't even believe you deserve that title. The crows wouldn't even pick your bones you're so disgusting. That apprentice? She was stronger and more capable than anything you could ever even hope to be, the same with each and every one of those warriors you attacked. Regardless if you're even capable of being called a 'cat', you're going to give me answers, I will force them from your throat if I have to. You're going to tell me everything there is about this Syndicate. Right here. Right now."

This was a side of Grousestar that no cat knew, no cat needed to know about it because this side of him shouldn't need to come out. But unfortunately, when it came to the well being of his clan? He couldn't be mister nice cat. He didn't want any of his clan to see him like this, it might scare them, but he was simply doing his best to protect his clan. He needed answers, and he was going to get them.
"Heathens?"
The silver Ocicat' ears flicked back and he glared at the leader, hatred evident in his olive eyes. The tom had, in that one instant, entirely forgotten remaining cold and unyielding, and spat hotly, "We are not heathens and murderers any more that you are. You killed leaders with your own paws, and one of your cats was willing to kill my brother. Or have you never even thought of that? No. And here's why; everyone outside your little bubble isn't worth half a thought because they worship and fight for someone else. It's all your Clan, not us, not anyone else, because of the way we live and the way we think!" Pauing for a breath, his eyes narrowed to slits as Grousestar demanded answers from him, though inwardly he flinched at the leader's scathing insults.
"You think that I will betray the Syndicate? I'm not going the way of my brother any time soon. You'll have to kill me first. Oh, wait, no, because your ickle faiwy pwincess eyes cannot stand the sight of blood, hmm?"

[The Cannibal]

"Heathens?"
The silver Ocicat' ears flicked back and he glared at the leader, hatred evident in his olive eyes. The tom had, in that one instant, entirely forgotten remaining cold and unyielding, and spat hotly, "We are not heathens and murderers any more that you are. You killed leaders with your own paws, and one of your cats was willing to kill my brother. Or have you never even thought of that? No. And here's why; everyone outside your little bubble isn't worth half a thought because they worship and fight for someone else. It's all your Clan, not us, not anyone else, because of the way we live and the way we think!" Pauing for a breath, his eyes narrowed to slits as Grousestar demanded answers from him, though inwardly he flinched at the leader's scathing insults.
"You think that I will betray the Syndicate? I'm not going the way of my brother any time soon. You'll have to kill me first. Oh, wait, no, because your ickle faiwy pwincess eyes cannot stand the sight of blood, hmm?"
Hatred was not something that Grousestar afraid of. What he was afraid of was losing his clan. The very cats he cared for. He feared losing them, he feared Skyclan crumbling. That's what he feared. But Pardus's hatred? It was no more than a passing breeze, insignificant and meaningless.
"I am not a murderer!" Spat the leader, hackles raised and eyes blazing.
"I killed for the betterment of those cats. Those self proclaimed 'leaders' were no more than dictators, rulers that killed those who did not follow their rule!"
All of the anger over the years, all of the built of frustration was bubbling up now. One might even consider him dangerous at this point, but Grousestar had this under control. He was allowing himself to get this angry, allowing the hateful words to spew from his mouth. This needed to be done. Because kind words wouldn't get answers from a kind cat like this. The trick was to intimidate them and force the answers from his mouth. Leave a mark to let cats know he was not just some 'nice cat', he was a leader, and a leader that deserved respect.
"You think I have a problem with seeing blood hm?" The leaders pupils narrowed and he raised a paw before lashing out, aiming to land a slash across the Syndicate tom's cheek. "I would never have a problem killing a cat like you, much less have a problem seeing your blood run."

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Hatred was not something that Grousestar afraid of. What he was afraid of was losing his clan. The very cats he cared for. He feared losing them, he feared Skyclan crumbling. That's what he feared. But Pardus's hatred? It was no more than a passing breeze, insignificant and meaningless.
"I am not a murderer!" Spat the leader, hackles raised and eyes blazing.
"I killed for the betterment of those cats. Those self proclaimed 'leaders' were no more than dictators, rulers that killed those who did not follow their rule!"
All of the anger over the years, all of the built of frustration was bubbling up now. One might even consider him dangerous at this point, but Grousestar had this under control. He was allowing himself to get this angry, allowing the hateful words to spew from his mouth. This needed to be done. Because kind words wouldn't get answers from a kind cat like this. The trick was to intimidate them and force the answers from his mouth. Leave a mark to let cats know he was not just some 'nice cat', he was a leader, and a leader that deserved respect.
"You think I have a problem with seeing blood hm?" The leaders pupils narrowed and he raised a paw before lashing out, aiming to land a slash across the Syndicate tom's cheek. "I would never have a problem killing a cat like you, much less have a problem seeing your blood run."
(Its too late to reply now isnt it *doop*)

[Starfall]

Duskflight
[aaaa sorry for its lateness]

The elder slipped through the den opening and poked her head into the den, her silver hues sparkled with excitement "Grousestar, is it true? Are we going to battle against the Dusk Syndicate?" she asked, not waiting for the leader to welcome her in. Her tail brushed the ground as she sat herself down and looked at the leader, her gaze unwavering, she had a plan, and she did not plan on taking no for an answer. "Hey, I know I'm an elder now, but I am going to e apart of this battle." she stated as she looked at the leader through half idled eyes.

[ChameweonRainbow]

Duskflight
[ sorry it took me so long to finally post X - X ]
Neverfalter padded nervously into Grousestar's den. He was shaking like a leaf caught in a storm.This three legs barely stable enough to keep him on his paws. His pelt lied flat against his small form as he almost dragged himself across the ground acting as if something would come out and attack him at any moment. He was scared... no beyond scared, he was downright terrified. He loved his clan with all his heart and wanted them to love him as well, but he just couldn't take it anymore! He was never good enough and never would be. He could never and would never be able to fight like a true warrior, to unsheath his claws and bare his teeth in order to protect his clan. He was smaller, clumsier, slower, weaker than everyone else, and most would say he had about as much courage as a baby mouse. He wished, oh how he prayed to Starclan that he would be able to find the warrior within him during the Battle of Retribution, and it was there right in front of him! But... he just couldn't reach it.
Now, with his mind and heart heavy with despair, the three-legged tom crouched down into a ball on the floor of the den with his tail tucked, ears flat in fear and sadness, and his head hidden beneath his large paws as tears streamed down his face and waited to speak with his leader.

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight
[ sorry it took me so long to finally post X - X ]
Neverfalter padded nervously into Grousestar's den. He was shaking like a leaf caught in a storm.This three legs barely stable enough to keep him on his paws. His pelt lied flat against his small form as he almost dragged himself across the ground acting as if something would come out and attack him at any moment. He was scared... no beyond scared, he was downright terrified. He loved his clan with all his heart and wanted them to love him as well, but he just couldn't take it anymore! He was never good enough and never would be. He could never and would never be able to fight like a true warrior, to unsheath his claws and bare his teeth in order to protect his clan. He was smaller, clumsier, slower, weaker than everyone else, and most would say he had about as much courage as a baby mouse. He wished, oh how he prayed to Starclan that he would be able to find the warrior within him during the Battle of Retribution, and it was there right in front of him! But... he just couldn't reach it.
Now, with his mind and heart heavy with despair, the three-legged tom crouched down into a ball on the floor of the den with his tail tucked, ears flat in fear and sadness, and his head hidden beneath his large paws as tears streamed down his face and waited to speak with his leader.
{No, no, you're fine!!}

Grousestar had been spending more and more time in his den, simply pondering things, perhaps alliances with the clans. While he was sure that he was on relatively good ground with all of them, he wanted to form an alliance. To have a clan that he knew he could rely on if ever they needed to rely on them. But with making an alliance, you can also make an enemy and at the moment? Grousestar did not particularly like the idea of making an enemy. His clan had seen enough battle in the past moons and he'd truly like to avoid that for a good long while longer. And he was also partially worried about the Syndicate, yes he knew that Skyclan had won, but had they destroyed them? Was that the last they would ever hear of the Syndicate? Likely not, as much as he hoped that the horrendous group had disbanded, fallen to shambles after the death of their co-commander, he had something inside of him nagging to say that they were still there and were scheming to get revenge. That's just the bunch of cats they seemed to be. Regardless of his current thoughts, his eyes cleared as he heard the sound of approaching pawsteps, but not the usual sound.
Flicking an ear, his head would raise and he would truly focus on who was entering his den. It took a moment for him to recognize who it is before he promptly wore a bright, cheery smile, sitting up in his nest.
"Ah, Neverfalter! A surprise that I would find you in my den. For what do I owe this delightful visit?"
Questioned the leader with a purr to his voice, maintaining that happy and friendly demeanor while internally reading that the other cat looked quite miserable and upset. Whatever he was coming in here for, it had to be bad news. And that's the last thing that the brown tabby wanted at the moment, more bad news.
Still, he remained as he had begun and continued to hold the smile as he awaited an answer from the warrior.

[ChameweonRainbow]

{No, no, you're fine!!}

Grousestar had been spending more and more time in his den, simply pondering things, perhaps alliances with the clans. While he was sure that he was on relatively good ground with all of them, he wanted to form an alliance. To have a clan that he knew he could rely on if ever they needed to rely on them. But with making an alliance, you can also make an enemy and at the moment? Grousestar did not particularly like the idea of making an enemy. His clan had seen enough battle in the past moons and he'd truly like to avoid that for a good long while longer. And he was also partially worried about the Syndicate, yes he knew that Skyclan had won, but had they destroyed them? Was that the last they would ever hear of the Syndicate? Likely not, as much as he hoped that the horrendous group had disbanded, fallen to shambles after the death of their co-commander, he had something inside of him nagging to say that they were still there and were scheming to get revenge. That's just the bunch of cats they seemed to be. Regardless of his current thoughts, his eyes cleared as he heard the sound of approaching pawsteps, but not the usual sound.
Flicking an ear, his head would raise and he would truly focus on who was entering his den. It took a moment for him to recognize who it is before he promptly wore a bright, cheery smile, sitting up in his nest.
"Ah, Neverfalter! A surprise that I would find you in my den. For what do I owe this delightful visit?"
Questioned the leader with a purr to his voice, maintaining that happy and friendly demeanor while internally reading that the other cat looked quite miserable and upset. Whatever he was coming in here for, it had to be bad news. And that's the last thing that the brown tabby wanted at the moment, more bad news.
Still, he remained as he had begun and continued to hold the smile as he awaited an answer from the warrior.

The quivering tom pulled his head from beneath his paws. though he dared not move more than that. He still sat huddled and trembling, his eyes and face damp with tears. The young warrior looked so small and vulnerable as if a mere breeze would shatter him like ice. "Um, I, I wanted to ... uh.. to ah." Neverfalter could not seem to speak. His voice a hoarse whisper and unable to find the words. He gulped and tried again. "I came to say.. that... that I'm thinking of leaving." His ears lay flat in shame and he groveled as if trying to disappear into the ground. "I... I just can't take it anymore.. being so useless. I swore an oath to protect my clan as a warrior and I've failed at every turn!" Tears now openly streamed down his face and he was hyperventilating now. He looked straight into Grousestar's eyes, his own eyes seemingly oceans of anguish and fear, before shutting them tight. He curled tighter and held his breath...

[The Cannibal]

The quivering tom pulled his head from beneath his paws. though he dared not move more than that. He still sat huddled and trembling, his eyes and face damp with tears. The young warrior looked so small and vulnerable as if a mere breeze would shatter him like ice. "Um, I, I wanted to ... uh.. to ah." Neverfalter could not seem to speak. His voice a hoarse whisper and unable to find the words. He gulped and tried again. "I came to say.. that... that I'm thinking of leaving." His ears lay flat in shame and he groveled as if trying to disappear into the ground. "I... I just can't take it anymore.. being so useless. I swore an oath to protect my clan as a warrior and I've failed at every turn!" Tears now openly streamed down his face and he was hyperventilating now. He looked straight into Grousestar's eyes, his own eyes seemingly oceans of anguish and fear, before shutting them tight. He curled tighter and held his breath...
If any cat knew Grousestar, they would know that he would never belittle or assault one of his clanmates, he has never been one of those kinds of cats and has been nothing but nice to everyone in the clan. He made it his pride to be polite and loving to absolutely everyone in Skyclan, after all, these were the cats he vowed to protect with all of his nine lives. But even before he received his lives, even before he was chosen as deputy, he had been this way because he held nothing but love for Skyclan.
He waited patiently for the quivering, teary-eyed warrior to speak, keeping his gentle gaze fixed on Neverfalter and not daring to prod him into continuing, allowing him to speak whenever he was ready. When the tom was finally able to get out what he wanted to tell Grousestar, the leader nodded his head slowly, his eyes glancing away. This was indeed bad news. Not because he was losing a warrior, not because he'd be down one cat to defend the clan should anything ever happen, but because he'd be down a clanmate. He'd be losing a friend, a companion, even if him and Neverfalter had hardly talked, had hardly met. A sparkle of sadness entered the emerald depths of his eyes as he looked back at the three-legged tom as he spoke his reasoning.
"I don't believe that is true Neverfalter. You are a very useful member of this clan and I very much enjoy your company. You can still hunt and keep an eye out or ear out for danger. Just because you're not the best at battling does not mean you are useless to Skyclan. You can still very much protect Skyclan, even if you can't fight." The leader spoke gently, softly even and paused after a moment before adding on, "However... If it is your wish to leave, then that is your choice. Just know that this is a final choice and that if you wish to return.."
Grousestar frowned. He hated having to say this to a clanmate, but, he can't have cats living in two worlds. Or to have a clanmate become a traitor, or have the possibility of becoming a traitor.
"Should you wish to return, I would be unable to accept you back into the clan. It is for the safety of the clan and the sanctity of clan life... So please,
take time in deciding what you wish and when you come to a conclusion, or..
Have already decided your answer, speak to me. If it is the last time I will be seeing you, I wish to be the one to walk you out of the territory."

[ChameweonRainbow]

If any cat knew Grousestar, they would know that he would never belittle or assault one of his clanmates, he has never been one of those kinds of cats and has been nothing but nice to everyone in the clan. He made it his pride to be polite and loving to absolutely everyone in Skyclan, after all, these were the cats he vowed to protect with all of his nine lives. But even before he received his lives, even before he was chosen as deputy, he had been this way because he held nothing but love for Skyclan.
He waited patiently for the quivering, teary-eyed warrior to speak, keeping his gentle gaze fixed on Neverfalter and not daring to prod him into continuing, allowing him to speak whenever he was ready. When the tom was finally able to get out what he wanted to tell Grousestar, the leader nodded his head slowly, his eyes glancing away. This was indeed bad news. Not because he was losing a warrior, not because he'd be down one cat to defend the clan should anything ever happen, but because he'd be down a clanmate. He'd be losing a friend, a companion, even if him and Neverfalter had hardly talked, had hardly met. A sparkle of sadness entered the emerald depths of his eyes as he looked back at the three-legged tom as he spoke his reasoning.
"I don't believe that is true Neverfalter. You are a very useful member of this clan and I very much enjoy your company. You can still hunt and keep an eye out or ear out for danger. Just because you're not the best at battling does not mean you are useless to Skyclan. You can still very much protect Skyclan, even if you can't fight." The leader spoke gently, softly even and paused after a moment before adding on, "However... If it is your wish to leave, then that is your choice. Just know that this is a final choice and that if you wish to return.."
Grousestar frowned. He hated having to say this to a clanmate, but, he can't have cats living in two worlds. Or to have a clanmate become a traitor, or have the possibility of becoming a traitor.
"Should you wish to return, I would be unable to accept you back into the clan. It is for the safety of the clan and the sanctity of clan life... So please,
take time in deciding what you wish and when you come to a conclusion, or..
Have already decided your answer, speak to me. If it is the last time I will be seeing you, I wish to be the one to walk you out of the territory."

Neverfalter blinked his eyes open. He was surprised that Grousestar would let him leave, and even more surprised that he thought of him as useful. For a second, doubt racked his mind. Maybe he didn't have to leave... Maybe he could still be useful to the clan... NO! he could not become a burden to his clan. There would always be fighting, that is how clan life is. Blood and war would never leave this forest. Battle was forever in this land and he could not stand it.

His heart felt torn between being sad at leaving the only home he had ever and feeling finally free from all the fighting.

So, his sat up, steeled his nerves and took a shaky breath. "I... I've decided that I wish to leave." He looked down and shuffled his big paws nervously. "I just can't live like this. The fighting, being a burden... I'm sorry, but this is my decision." He sighed. "Do you think I could say goodbye at the next clan meeting? I appreciate your offer of taking me to the border, I would like that very much."

[The Cannibal]

Neverfalter blinked his eyes open. He was surprised that Grousestar would let him leave, and even more surprised that he thought of him as useful. For a second, doubt racked his mind. Maybe he didn't have to leave... Maybe he could still be useful to the clan... NO! he could not become a burden to his clan. There would always be fighting, that is how clan life is. Blood and war would never leave this forest. Battle was forever in this land and he could not stand it.

His heart felt torn between being sad at leaving the only home he had ever and feeling finally free from all the fighting.

So, his sat up, steeled his nerves and took a shaky breath. "I... I've decided that I wish to leave." He looked down and shuffled his big paws nervously. "I just can't live like this. The fighting, being a burden... I'm sorry, but this is my decision." He sighed. "Do you think I could say goodbye at the next clan meeting? I appreciate your offer of taking me to the border, I would like that very much."
Grousestar wasn't going to keep cats captive if they were miserable here in the clan, he wasn't going to hold them here against their will. It would be unlikely they would work to their full potential if he held them here, and it would be unclear if they would be reliable for their clanmates in battle if he kept them here when they didn't want to be. So of course he wouldn't force cats to stay in Skyclan. It was their choice. However if it came to be a problem.. Then perhaps he would change his mind. But for now, if cats didn't feel comfortable with clan life and wished to leave, they could do so. It didn't make him happy to see them leave. But he would let them do so. Quietly the tom would wait for the warrior's response, quietly knowing that this cat had very likely made up their mind, much before coming to see him. If they were unsure, Neverfalter wouldn't be here. The tom had clearly made up his mind, despite the leader's words.

A shame that I must lose another loyal, trustworthy cat. Inwardly he sighed, but he didn't let it show and continued to smile his friendly, gentle smile as he waited.

As Neverfalter sat up, the leader's emerald eyes followed him but the brown tabby did not move, already prepared for what the tom would say next. Flicking his ear slowly, Grousestar would nod, looking at the den floor for a moment before looking back at the other tom, a sad but understanding look on his face.
"I understand Neverfalter, it is your choice indeed and there is nothing I can do to stop you from making this choice. If you wish, you may say your goodbyes at the next clan meeting. And it's truly my pleasure Neverfalter,
it's the least I could do for a good, loyal warrior such as yourself."
His head dipped slightly and that smile would soften for a moment before he sighed. "I will allow you a few days to say your goodbyes and then I will announce to the clan that you will be leaving."

[Charmer]

Shinefang had made up his mind. Once the dawn patrols went out, and the day began, he marched fearlessly to the leader's den and let himself in, peering around the den with his single, orange eye. "Grousestar," he said by way of greeting, as he entered. Shinefang was not the type of cat to observe courtesy, or ask politely for an audience. For one thing, he was far too old to waste valuable time waiting for anything. For another, he was a senior warrior. He'd defended Skyclan for moons upon moons, made the journey to the new territory, and been as loyal of a cat as any clan could ask. He'd done his warrior duty long past the time when other cats his age had retired and joined the elders. His service had cost him several scars, and one of his eyes. Now, for the first time, the old warrior was asking for something back and didn't see any reason why he shouldn't get what he wanted. "I have something I wanted the talk to you about," he began clearing his throat, and triggering a cough. "This seasonal stuff," he griped. He caught his breathe and sat up, proud and straight, his gaze stern and serious, his scarred face grimacing as usual. "As you know, I've served Skyclan loyally for many moons as a warrior. I've done so proudly and fearlessly and have defended that clan with my life time and time again. And I wouldn't change a thing about that. I'm proud to serve my clan." Shinefang raised his head as he spoke, his voice alive with triumph as memories of his life as a warrior pooled within him, but just as suddenly, the old cat seemed to sag. "But it's been so many moons..." the tom hesitated, reluctant to admit what he had viciously denied before. "It's been so many moons, that It's hard to keep up with this younger cats. Now I think Skyclan needs me to serve in another way. With Ebonyfrost no longer serving as a medicine cat and those foxhearted Dusk Syndicate cats so close by, we are primed to find ourselves in some real trouble." Shinefang took a deep breathe, ready to make his argument. "As you can tell just by looking at me, I've had more than my fair share of trips to the medicine den in my time. Because of that, I've managed to learn a bit about which herb does what. I may not know as much as a kit trained from six moons, but I can keep wounds from getting infected, stop bleeding and I know what herbs to give for minor ailments. And besides, I may be old, but I can still learn a thing or two from other medicine cats. I'm not saying I'm the perfect choice, but I may be the best we have right now." His argument made, Shinefang sat back, waiting for Grousestar to respond to his proposal.

[The Cannibal]

Shinefang had made up his mind. Once the dawn patrols went out, and the day began, he marched fearlessly to the leader's den and let himself in, peering around the den with his single, orange eye. "Grousestar," he said by way of greeting, as he entered. Shinefang was not the type of cat to observe courtesy, or ask politely for an audience. For one thing, he was far too old to waste valuable time waiting for anything. For another, he was a senior warrior. He'd defended Skyclan for moons upon moons, made the journey to the new territory, and been as loyal of a cat as any clan could ask. He'd done his warrior duty long past the time when other cats his age had retired and joined the elders. His service had cost him several scars, and one of his eyes. Now, for the first time, the old warrior was asking for something back and didn't see any reason why he shouldn't get what he wanted. "I have something I wanted the talk to you about," he began clearing his throat, and triggering a cough. "This seasonal stuff," he griped. He caught his breathe and sat up, proud and straight, his gaze stern and serious, his scarred face grimacing as usual. "As you know, I've served Skyclan loyally for many moons as a warrior. I've done so proudly and fearlessly and have defended that clan with my life time and time again. And I wouldn't change a thing about that. I'm proud to serve my clan." Shinefang raised his head as he spoke, his voice alive with triumph as memories of his life as a warrior pooled within him, but just as suddenly, the old cat seemed to sag. "But it's been so many moons..." the tom hesitated, reluctant to admit what he had viciously denied before. "It's been so many moons, that It's hard to keep up with this younger cats. Now I think Skyclan needs me to serve in another way. With Ebonyfrost no longer serving as a medicine cat and those foxhearted Dusk Syndicate cats so close by, we are primed to find ourselves in some real trouble." Shinefang took a deep breathe, ready to make his argument. "As you can tell just by looking at me, I've had more than my fair share of trips to the medicine den in my time. Because of that, I've managed to learn a bit about which herb does what. I may not know as much as a kit trained from six moons, but I can keep wounds from getting infected, stop bleeding and I know what herbs to give for minor ailments. And besides, I may be old, but I can still learn a thing or two from other medicine cats. I'm not saying I'm the perfect choice, but I may be the best we have right now." His argument made, Shinefang sat back, waiting for Grousestar to respond to his proposal.
Grousestar had wanted to get up for his morning walk before the dawn patrols went out but it seems that his body had other plans, plans that apparently meant he wasn't getting enough sleep. It was unnatural for him to sleep this long into the day, and when Shinefang padded into his den he was still lightly tossed into slumber. Only at the call of his name did he start awake, sitting up in his nest with a drowsy, nearly exhausted look on his face. It took a moment for his vision to clear and he could fully see who had approached him in his den, a moment of confusion before realization. The leader had gotten around to knowing the name and appearance of just about every cat in the clan aside from some of the newest kits to be born; to see the scarred face of the veteran warrior was hardly a challenge for him to place the name. Dipping his head lightly, he responded the greeting with a small smile, still trying to fight off the rest of the drowsiness that tried to plunge him back into sleep. "Shinefang."
This tom never seemed like the type of cat to simply stop in for a chit-chat, he had something serious on his mind that he wished to discuss with the leader and so the brown tabby readied himself for whatever it was that the older cat decided to throw at him. "And no cat would doubt that Shinefang.." Grousestar tilted his head slightly, trying to see at what the tom was getting at. Was he about to request to move to the elders den? A shame that such a great warrior should be retired, but it was something that the leader was always happy to do because warriors of that caliber, of that age, deserved their rest. But he knew better than to jump to conclusions, he learned that earlier on in his leadership. And just like that, the veteran warrior suggested something that had hardly even crossed his mind. A replacement medicine cat. The idea that Ebonyfrost had stepped down and left the clan without a medicine cat was startling to the leader and he was still trying to come to terms with it considering she had yet to take on an apprentice and so left no cat to take her place.
Eyes widening a bit at the toms proposal to step up and become the clan's medicine cat, the leader straightened up fully. Mind no longer muddled with sleepy thoughts, the leader flickered his emerald gaze to the den floor for a moment. What the warrior had said was true; he might not have been as knowledgeable as a medicine cat trained by one before, but he could very well be their best option now, and with Leaf-Bare coming up so soon, Skyclan really was running out of time to find a new medicine cat.. Slowly his gaze was brought back to the medicine cat before he slowly nodded.
"I appreciate you stepping up to take the position, and I do believe you may very well be the best option at the moment.. The fact that Starclan gave you the courage and even idea to come here and ask leads me to believe that you are a strong choice to take the spot. So yes, Shinefang, you may.
You may start immediately because Skyclan can't stand another day without a medicine cat, there needs to be some cat there to care for the sick and injured and I am hardly qualified." Beginning to smile again, Grousestar gave a sharp nod to the tom, a little weight lifted off his shoulders now that he at least had a willing cat to be Skyclan's medicine cat.

[Charmer]

Grousestar had wanted to get up for his morning walk before the dawn patrols went out but it seems that his body had other plans, plans that apparently meant he wasn't getting enough sleep. It was unnatural for him to sleep this long into the day, and when Shinefang padded into his den he was still lightly tossed into slumber. Only at the call of his name did he start awake, sitting up in his nest with a drowsy, nearly exhausted look on his face. It took a moment for his vision to clear and he could fully see who had approached him in his den, a moment of confusion before realization. The leader had gotten around to knowing the name and appearance of just about every cat in the clan aside from some of the newest kits to be born; to see the scarred face of the veteran warrior was hardly a challenge for him to place the name. Dipping his head lightly, he responded the greeting with a small smile, still trying to fight off the rest of the drowsiness that tried to plunge him back into sleep. "Shinefang."
This tom never seemed like the type of cat to simply stop in for a chit-chat, he had something serious on his mind that he wished to discuss with the leader and so the brown tabby readied himself for whatever it was that the older cat decided to throw at him. "And no cat would doubt that Shinefang.." Grousestar tilted his head slightly, trying to see at what the tom was getting at. Was he about to request to move to the elders den? A shame that such a great warrior should be retired, but it was something that the leader was always happy to do because warriors of that caliber, of that age, deserved their rest. But he knew better than to jump to conclusions, he learned that earlier on in his leadership. And just like that, the veteran warrior suggested something that had hardly even crossed his mind. A replacement medicine cat. The idea that Ebonyfrost had stepped down and left the clan without a medicine cat was startling to the leader and he was still trying to come to terms with it considering she had yet to take on an apprentice and so left no cat to take her place.
Eyes widening a bit at the toms proposal to step up and become the clan's medicine cat, the leader straightened up fully. Mind no longer muddled with sleepy thoughts, the leader flickered his emerald gaze to the den floor for a moment. What the warrior had said was true; he might not have been as knowledgeable as a medicine cat trained by one before, but he could very well be their best option now, and with Leaf-Bare coming up so soon, Skyclan really was running out of time to find a new medicine cat.. Slowly his gaze was brought back to the medicine cat before he slowly nodded.
"I appreciate you stepping up to take the position, and I do believe you may very well be the best option at the moment.. The fact that Starclan gave you the courage and even idea to come here and ask leads me to believe that you are a strong choice to take the spot. So yes, Shinefang, you may.
You may start immediately because Skyclan can't stand another day without a medicine cat, there needs to be some cat there to care for the sick and injured and I am hardly qualified." Beginning to smile again, Grousestar gave a sharp nod to the tom, a little weight lifted off his shoulders now that he at least had a willing cat to be Skyclan's medicine cat.

Shinefang listened, his tail twitching as his leader accepted his proposal. The old tom's shoulder's relaxed at first and a small sigh escaped him, until Grousestar began to talk of Starclan and their role in Shinefang's decision. "Understand, Grousetar, Starclan has nothing to do with my decision here." Shinefang lifted a paw to groom the fur behind his ears, trying to disguise the fact that his fur had bristled with the beginnings of anger at the mention of the foxhearts of Silverpelt. "I'm asking to do this because my clan needs me, and I believe this is the best way for me to serve them now. And if I have your blessing to begin, that is precisely what I'll do. After all, unlike some of these younger cats, I have no problem going without a mate. What shecat would want a grizzled old tom like me anyway?" he meowed, his whiskers twitching with amusement at his own self-deprecating joke. Though the truth was, ever since Slatepelt's death, and losing their kits he'd had no interest in trying to have a family again. His life was Skyclan, and Skyclan was his life.
It was all the old cat needed. He didn't need family, or friends, or Starclan. Starclan had done nothing but taken from him. In the old warrior's mind, taking the medicine cat position was a claw to Starclan's collective faces, a resounding yowl of, 'keep your paws off my clan!' During this time when the cold of leafbare crept closer and a medicine cat was most needed and the clan vulnerable without one, he would defend his clan with herbs instead of claws and teeth. Shinefang had made no secret of his anger toward Starclan after his mate's death and had no doubt it would be on Grousestar's mind. "Before you worry that head of yours over Starclan and I, remember that I'm no fool. I know that speaking with and interpreting signs from Starclan comes with the territory of being a medicine cat. Here's a little bit of wisdom for you: even mousebrains can have good ideas, and even foxhearts can save your pelt. I know that, and I know that when Starclan speaks, as much as I'd like to have their glittering pelts to line my nest, they should be listened to. Any cats with with wisdom that can assist Skyclan should be listened to," Shinefang said, resolution in his gaze. "And as long as you're leader, I promise to share with you all that you need to serve Skyclan as best you can."

[The_10th_Doctor]

Frost hesitated in front of Grousestar's den. She took a deep breath and went inside. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to be in here, but she had a request to make. One that could change her life.

The small white she-cat stopped and stood there, not sure what to say. Her Clan leader sat there.

"G-Grousestar," she mewed. "I'm sorry a-about barging in h-her l-l-like this, b-bu I was wondering i-if I could be Shinefang's apprentice?

She stood and waited for her leader's response.

[The Cannibal]

Shinefang listened, his tail twitching as his leader accepted his proposal. The old tom's shoulder's relaxed at first and a small sigh escaped him, until Grousestar began to talk of Starclan and their role in Shinefang's decision. "Understand, Grousetar, Starclan has nothing to do with my decision here." Shinefang lifted a paw to groom the fur behind his ears, trying to disguise the fact that his fur had bristled with the beginnings of anger at the mention of the foxhearts of Silverpelt. "I'm asking to do this because my clan needs me, and I believe this is the best way for me to serve them now. And if I have your blessing to begin, that is precisely what I'll do. After all, unlike some of these younger cats, I have no problem going without a mate. What shecat would want a grizzled old tom like me anyway?" he meowed, his whiskers twitching with amusement at his own self-deprecating joke. Though the truth was, ever since Slatepelt's death, and losing their kits he'd had no interest in trying to have a family again. His life was Skyclan, and Skyclan was his life.
It was all the old cat needed. He didn't need family, or friends, or Starclan. Starclan had done nothing but taken from him. In the old warrior's mind, taking the medicine cat position was a claw to Starclan's collective faces, a resounding yowl of, 'keep your paws off my clan!' During this time when the cold of leafbare crept closer and a medicine cat was most needed and the clan vulnerable without one, he would defend his clan with herbs instead of claws and teeth. Shinefang had made no secret of his anger toward Starclan after his mate's death and had no doubt it would be on Grousestar's mind. "Before you worry that head of yours over Starclan and I, remember that I'm no fool. I know that speaking with and interpreting signs from Starclan comes with the territory of being a medicine cat. Here's a little bit of wisdom for you: even mousebrains can have good ideas, and even foxhearts can save your pelt. I know that, and I know that when Starclan speaks, as much as I'd like to have their glittering pelts to line my nest, they should be listened to. Any cats with with wisdom that can assist Skyclan should be listened to," Shinefang said, resolution in his gaze. "And as long as you're leader, I promise to share with you all that you need to serve Skyclan as best you can."
Hearing what Shinefang said, the leader could only raise a brow in quiet surprise, but elected not to say anything as it seemed the tom would continue on talking, likely to expand on his current statement. "Now Shinefang, there is a cat for everyone. A she-cat should not love you for your appearance, but for your heart. And I agree that the clan does need a medicine cat, thought I'm not quite sure what you meant by Starclan not having any influence on your decision." The tip of his tail flicked slightly, the thought worrying him that the new medicine cat wasn't overly fond, or downright hateful to their warrior ancestors. Grousestar, while he had no true relationship with Starclan as a medicine cat and Starclan have, he did have a lot of faith in them, and believed in their importance for clan life. Without Starclan to guide them.. How would they continue? Grousestar was fond of Starclan, even if he didn't always understand their mysterious ways.
Shinefang's words did little to sate his worry, all of the toms mentioning of his distaste for their warrior ancestors only made him more uncomfortable. His parents were in Starclan, and surely his brother too, along with the family's and friends of others, and leaders past. They were not to be disrespected in Grousestar's mind. So he seemed quite visibly uncomfortable when Shinefang stated that he'd rather like to line his nest with their glittering pelts, though made no motion to stop the cat from speaking. He had the right to his own opinion. "Right, I appreciate your honesty, and I appreciate your willingness to share whatever Starclan sends you. I'm sure you will make a fine medicine cat for Skyclan." With an almost awkward smile, the leader would nod towards the tom to affirm what he had said with a physical notion.

[Charmer]

Hearing what Shinefang said, the leader could only raise a brow in quiet surprise, but elected not to say anything as it seemed the tom would continue on talking, likely to expand on his current statement. "Now Shinefang, there is a cat for everyone. A she-cat should not love you for your appearance, but for your heart. And I agree that the clan does need a medicine cat, thought I'm not quite sure what you meant by Starclan not having any influence on your decision." The tip of his tail flicked slightly, the thought worrying him that the new medicine cat wasn't overly fond, or downright hateful to their warrior ancestors. Grousestar, while he had no true relationship with Starclan as a medicine cat and Starclan have, he did have a lot of faith in them, and believed in their importance for clan life. Without Starclan to guide them.. How would they continue? Grousestar was fond of Starclan, even if he didn't always understand their mysterious ways.
Shinefang's words did little to sate his worry, all of the toms mentioning of his distaste for their warrior ancestors only made him more uncomfortable. His parents were in Starclan, and surely his brother too, along with the family's and friends of others, and leaders past. They were not to be disrespected in Grousestar's mind. So he seemed quite visibly uncomfortable when Shinefang stated that he'd rather like to line his nest with their glittering pelts, though made no motion to stop the cat from speaking. He had the right to his own opinion. "Right, I appreciate your honesty, and I appreciate your willingness to share whatever Starclan sends you. I'm sure you will make a fine medicine cat for Skyclan." With an almost awkward smile, the leader would nod towards the tom to affirm what he had said with a physical notion.

Shinefang listened, amused at Grousetar's truly adorable speech on love and what was in his heart. Sometimes, he forgot how dreamy-eyed and wishy-washy his leader could be. He flicked his tail dismissively. "Eh who had time for any of that. My heart's made of thistles and burrs, didn't you know?" he meowed with a mrrow of laughter. "Anyway, not interested. Slatepelt was the only shecat for me." A hint of bitterness crept into his voice at that remark. He had loved his former mate more than the old tom had thought possible to love any cat. She had been brilliant, beautiful, and a strong warrior. And then she had to go and die during her kitting, leaving him to grief for her, their kits, and walk through life all alone after promising him they would always be together. He couldn't forgive her for not fighting harder to stay with him, or Starclan for taking her from him. They were supposed to live a long life together, and raise their kits, and serve their clan until it was time for them both to retire and hold each other in the elder's den until Starclan came for them. Instead, Starclan had shredded their plans with glittering claws, and his dear mate had treacherously joined their lofty ranks and left him to suffer alone.

There wasn't much left to say next. Shinefang could tell pretty easily that Grousestar wasn't happy about his feelings for Starclan. He hadn't expected him to be, but he wouldn't lie or apologize. He felt what he felt, and if it had truly been too much for Grousestar to bear that, he wouldn't still be allowing him to act as the medicine cat. He bowed to his leader. "Thank you. Guess I ought to get to it. You have a good day now. Announce my new duties if you like, or don't. Whatever you like. I'm sure cats will figure it out either way." With that, the old warrior, but new medicine cat turned to leave the den, eager to see which herbs were around, and that he knew. But before he left, he tuned to add one last thing. "By the way, I may know more than the average cat about these herbs, but could still use some guidance. Do you suppose another clan's medicine cat may be able to give me a few tips? Maybe, Wheatfur from Thunderclan."

(Eye of the Storm and I already have this RP going. Now it makes sense in the context of the world. Hooray for continuity!)

[Charmer]

Shinefang sauntered into the leader's den, not bothering to ask permission to enter. "Wakey wakey, Grousestar. Time for your check up," the medicine cat mumbled through grit teeth as he held a bundle of herbs. He hadn't had a chance to examine the leader of Skyclan since the gathering, so he'd come prepared with the herbs he knew best for treating scrapes and battle wounds. His specialty. He set the bundle on the ground. "Sorry for not getting over here sooner. Where does it hurt and how bad?" he asked, pushing the bundled leaves into neat piles.

[The Cannibal]

Shinefang sauntered into the leader's den, not bothering to ask permission to enter. "Wakey wakey, Grousestar. Time for your check up," the medicine cat mumbled through grit teeth as he held a bundle of herbs. He hadn't had a chance to examine the leader of Skyclan since the gathering, so he'd come prepared with the herbs he knew best for treating scrapes and battle wounds. His specialty. He set the bundle on the ground. "Sorry for not getting over here sooner. Where does it hurt and how bad?" he asked, pushing the bundled leaves into neat piles.
The Skyclan leader was actually in the middle of a small snooze when the new medicine cat came padding in, but he slowly roused at the sound of a voice, a rumbling grunt escaping him as he slowly brought his head up from his nest, eyes slowly opening to focus on Shinefang. "Hrm?" Forcing himself to shake away the sleep, he would slowly sit up as the medicine cat placed his bunch of herbs on the floor of his den, Grousestar having to wipe a paw over his face slowly before setting it back down and looking at him more clearly.
"No that's perfectly okay with me, the others need the treatment first. I have 9 lives and they don't." He would flash a small smile even though his statement wasn't totally true. He didn't have 9 lives at the moment, he had 8, he had lost one in the liberation of Shadowclan. Whether the fact was known to the clan or not, he wasn't completely sure, but if they didn't know then it would be better to keep it that way.
"Anywho, erm just a few scratches nothing too serious. The one on my left flank hurts a good amount and this one on my chest, the others sting but not as bad as those two." There were two prominent scratches that scored across the brown tabbies pelt, one on his left flank and one on his chest as he's noted, but there were other smaller sets of nicks and scratches along his back and both shoulders, though none on his face. "Where there any serious injuries that you've had to tend to?" Questioned the leader with a small grimace, as if the thought that any of his clan had been so badly injured hurt him as well.

[Charmer]

The Skyclan leader was actually in the middle of a small snooze when the new medicine cat came padding in, but he slowly roused at the sound of a voice, a rumbling grunt escaping him as he slowly brought his head up from his nest, eyes slowly opening to focus on Shinefang. "Hrm?" Forcing himself to shake away the sleep, he would slowly sit up as the medicine cat placed his bunch of herbs on the floor of his den, Grousestar having to wipe a paw over his face slowly before setting it back down and looking at him more clearly.
"No that's perfectly okay with me, the others need the treatment first. I have 9 lives and they don't." He would flash a small smile even though his statement wasn't totally true. He didn't have 9 lives at the moment, he had 8, he had lost one in the liberation of Shadowclan. Whether the fact was known to the clan or not, he wasn't completely sure, but if they didn't know then it would be better to keep it that way.
"Anywho, erm just a few scratches nothing too serious. The one on my left flank hurts a good amount and this one on my chest, the others sting but not as bad as those two." There were two prominent scratches that scored across the brown tabbies pelt, one on his left flank and one on his chest as he's noted, but there were other smaller sets of nicks and scratches along his back and both shoulders, though none on his face. "Where there any serious injuries that you've had to tend to?" Questioned the leader with a small grimace, as if the thought that any of his clan had been so badly injured hurt him as well.

(I'm gonna have Shinefang pull a Yellowfang here).

"Eight lives," Shinefang corrected the leader. "A medicine cat always knows," the old tom added with a mischievous smirk. "Not to worry, I won't say a word. Leaders often like to keep that number to themselves. It's only natural. But you should really trust your medicine cat more." Shinefang clicked his tongue as he parted Grousestar's fur on his chest and flank, taking a good look at them. "No wonder they hurt. They're bright red." He looked at the other scrapes the leader had mentioned and gave a nod. The rest don't look so bad, but those big ones look like they're wanting to get infected. Shinefang reached for a stalky looking herb. Horsetail. He'd only seen it used a couple of time, but knew it was for infection. Though he couldn't quite remember... had the old medicine cat chewed it up? it looked a little too thick for that. Sighing, he put the herb down and picked up a marigold leaf instead and chewed it up. He knew that was right at least. He spat the pulp in his paw and rubbed it one the leader's wounds. "Nope. Skyclan got pretty lucky all things considered. Some scratches and bites of course, but nothing major. Shame about Wheatfur though. He barely get to teach me anything about herbs before the gathering, and he's gone now" Having finished applying the marigold, the medicine cat reached for the dock next, biting one of the thick leaves in half to dab the juices on the leader's wounds. "This ought to sooth the little ones," he said as he worked, "But you'll need to have the marigold reapplied at least twice a day until the redness goes down." Having finished his work, Shinefang stepped back to look at the leader. "During the gathering, some older Dusk Syndicate cat got me good and then ran off saying he was going to attack you. Did you end up seeing him?" He asked, curious if the old tom had made good on his threat. Well, actually his threat had been to kill Grousestar, so obviously not.

[The Cannibal]

(I'm gonna have Shinefang pull a Yellowfang here).

"Eight lives," Shinefang corrected the leader. "A medicine cat always knows," the old tom added with a mischievous smirk. "Not to worry, I won't say a word. Leaders often like to keep that number to themselves. It's only natural. But you should really trust your medicine cat more." Shinefang clicked his tongue as he parted Grousestar's fur on his chest and flank, taking a good look at them. "No wonder they hurt. They're bright red." He looked at the other scrapes the leader had mentioned and gave a nod. The rest don't look so bad, but those big ones look like they're wanting to get infected. Shinefang reached for a stalky looking herb. Horsetail. He'd only seen it used a couple of time, but knew it was for infection. Though he couldn't quite remember... had the old medicine cat chewed it up? it looked a little too thick for that. Sighing, he put the herb down and picked up a marigold leaf instead and chewed it up. He knew that was right at least. He spat the pulp in his paw and rubbed it one the leader's wounds. "Nope. Skyclan got pretty lucky all things considered. Some scratches and bites of course, but nothing major. Shame about Wheatfur though. He barely get to teach me anything about herbs before the gathering, and he's gone now" Having finished applying the marigold, the medicine cat reached for the dock next, biting one of the thick leaves in half to dab the juices on the leader's wounds. "This ought to sooth the little ones," he said as he worked, "But you'll need to have the marigold reapplied at least twice a day until the redness goes down." Having finished his work, Shinefang stepped back to look at the leader. "During the gathering, some older Dusk Syndicate cat got me good and then ran off saying he was going to attack you. Did you end up seeing him?" He asked, curious if the old tom had made good on his threat. Well, actually his threat had been to kill Grousestar, so obviously not.
"Wh-" To say in the least, the leader was caught off guard by Shinefang's correction, the tip of his tail quivering a bit in uneasiness. Does everyone know? And then the medicine cat went on to mention that the medicine cat always knows, causing him to relax a bit and place a rather sheepish smile on his muzzle. "Right, I... Apologize, just a habit to try and keep that information concealed. I don't want cats to worry, even though it's just one life lost they might grow fearful."
Grousestar fell quiet as Shinefang went about examining the wounds he had mentioned, unable to stop himself from flinching when he went to part the fur from the wounds, just barely able to conceal a small grimace of pain. To say in the least, they had made his morning walk a little less enjoyable. "I'm assuming that's a bad thing, huh?" A slight frown touched his muzzle as he glanced to look down at the one on his chest. An angry red wound was never a good wound and even the leader knew that. But he had faith that Shinefang knew what he was doing, even if he hadn't gotten much direct training from another medicine cat. Sitting still as the marigold was applied, he did pretty good in not flinching away this time since he mostly expected it; the leader focusing his gaze elsewhere to try and take his mind off of it. "Good to hear there weren't any terrible injuries on our side, but what about Wheatfur? He's...?" Turning his emerald gaze back to the medicine cat, a look of sadness crossed his face. "That's terrible. I'm sorry to hear of his passing." He hadn't really gotten to know the medicine cat, or any of the others to be perfectly honest, but he remembered seeing him at the gatherings with the others and Grousestar was never really happy to hear of a cats death. Unless of course, it was a cat that caused harm to any of his clan, but that's a different story.
"Understood." Purred out the leader with a nod when he was instructed that the marigold would need to be reapplied at least twice a day until the redness of his two wounds went down. He was nearly ready to settle back down in his nest when Shinefang's question caused him to pause and tilt his head. "Hm? Older Syndicate cat?" Glancing away, he had to think about it. There had been several cats he had fought before he slowly nodded and looked back at the medicine cat. "I believe there was an older tom that came up trying to fight.. Though he didn't really put up much of a fight. Much too old, too tired and too frail to be on the battle field if you ask me, but then again perhaps he was tuckered out from fighting others beforehand."

[Charmer]

"Wh-" To say in the least, the leader was caught off guard by Shinefang's correction, the tip of his tail quivering a bit in uneasiness. Does everyone know? And then the medicine cat went on to mention that the medicine cat always knows, causing him to relax a bit and place a rather sheepish smile on his muzzle. "Right, I... Apologize, just a habit to try and keep that information concealed. I don't want cats to worry, even though it's just one life lost they might grow fearful."
Grousestar fell quiet as Shinefang went about examining the wounds he had mentioned, unable to stop himself from flinching when he went to part the fur from the wounds, just barely able to conceal a small grimace of pain. To say in the least, they had made his morning walk a little less enjoyable. "I'm assuming that's a bad thing, huh?" A slight frown touched his muzzle as he glanced to look down at the one on his chest. An angry red wound was never a good wound and even the leader knew that. But he had faith that Shinefang knew what he was doing, even if he hadn't gotten much direct training from another medicine cat. Sitting still as the marigold was applied, he did pretty good in not flinching away this time since he mostly expected it; the leader focusing his gaze elsewhere to try and take his mind off of it. "Good to hear there weren't any terrible injuries on our side, but what about Wheatfur? He's...?" Turning his emerald gaze back to the medicine cat, a look of sadness crossed his face. "That's terrible. I'm sorry to hear of his passing." He hadn't really gotten to know the medicine cat, or any of the others to be perfectly honest, but he remembered seeing him at the gatherings with the others and Grousestar was never really happy to hear of a cats death. Unless of course, it was a cat that caused harm to any of his clan, but that's a different story.
"Understood." Purred out the leader with a nod when he was instructed that the marigold would need to be reapplied at least twice a day until the redness of his two wounds went down. He was nearly ready to settle back down in his nest when Shinefang's question caused him to pause and tilt his head. "Hm? Older Syndicate cat?" Glancing away, he had to think about it. There had been several cats he had fought before he slowly nodded and looked back at the medicine cat. "I believe there was an older tom that came up trying to fight.. Though he didn't really put up much of a fight. Much too old, too tired and too frail to be on the battle field if you ask me, but then again perhaps he was tuckered out from fighting others beforehand."

"Yeah, maybe," Shinefang said evenly. It had been a sad moment for him to fight a cat to old to do more than rant and ramble and land an occasional lucky blow. It had been like looking at himself not to far in the future from now. He sighed. There was time to fret about his age later. "The new moon will be happening here soon. Figure I'll go let some medicine cat do whatever ceremony they've got to do for me to be legitimate. I had hoped that Wheatfur could do it, but plans change I suppose. That Shadowclan medicine cat ought to be close to getting their full name. Suppose I could ask them." The old tom was thinking out loud now, and kind of enjoying having a talk with a cat who wasn't ill. Little beaten and bloodied, but not ill. He enjoyed chatting with Grousetar anyway.

"I'll be sure to let you know if they give me any hints about this nonsense between Thunderclan and Windclan. Have you given any more thought to that mess?" It was something that had been on Shinefang's mind off and on since the gathering, and he wondered where his leader stood on the matter.

[The Cannibal]

"Yeah, maybe," Shinefang said evenly. It had been a sad moment for him to fight a cat to old to do more than rant and ramble and land an occasional lucky blow. It had been like looking at himself not to far in the future from now. He sighed. There was time to fret about his age later. "The new moon will be happening here soon. Figure I'll go let some medicine cat do whatever ceremony they've got to do for me to be legitimate. I had hoped that Wheatfur could do it, but plans change I suppose. That Shadowclan medicine cat ought to be close to getting their full name. Suppose I could ask them." The old tom was thinking out loud now, and kind of enjoying having a talk with a cat who wasn't ill. Little beaten and bloodied, but not ill. He enjoyed chatting with Grousetar anyway.

"I'll be sure to let you know if they give me any hints about this nonsense between Thunderclan and Windclan. Have you given any more thought to that mess?" It was something that had been on Shinefang's mind off and on since the gathering, and he wondered where his leader stood on the matter.
To be truthful with himself, in the moment of fighting that elderly cat, he had felt nothing. He was fighting for his clan, fighting for the safety of others, there was nothing in his head but to defeat whatever opponent had come his way, and that's what he did. Perhaps now, when he had time to think about it, he could feel guilt in not feeling pity or sadness for that older cat, but in the battle. He was a warrior, a leader, protecting his clan. The age, condition, whatever of the cat he was fighting was irrelevant at the time. But he wouldn't tell anyone this, no one would know. That would remain his own secret. "Perhaps, but isn't there one already with their name? The one from Windclan? I'm not sure, I was never quite fully introduced to any of them." The tom chuckled out quietly. Perhaps he should get to know the other clans medicine cats? Then again, when did he ever actually have the time to do such a thing? Leaders didn't have much time to converse with others at gatherings, it was more about sharing their news and letting their clanmates converse more than anything. But maybe he'll talk with them one day. Flicking his ear, he cleared his thoughts to pay attention to what Shinefang was asking him, falling quiet for a moment in thought.

And a long moment passed before Grousestar finally opened his mouth to speak again, though his eyes were focused on the den floor rather than at the other tom. "I think both of them were in the wrong for what has gone on between them. Both of them have a right to be angry at each other. And they have a right to wish to go to battle against each other. But I believe Skyclan has no place with their troubles. We have seen enough bloodshed with the Syndicate, and do not need to be sticking our noses into their business for the sake of picking a side. I believe remaining neutral will do more good for this clan rather than picking one over the other."

[Charmer]

To be truthful with himself, in the moment of fighting that elderly cat, he had felt nothing. He was fighting for his clan, fighting for the safety of others, there was nothing in his head but to defeat whatever opponent had come his way, and that's what he did. Perhaps now, when he had time to think about it, he could feel guilt in not feeling pity or sadness for that older cat, but in the battle. He was a warrior, a leader, protecting his clan. The age, condition, whatever of the cat he was fighting was irrelevant at the time. But he wouldn't tell anyone this, no one would know. That would remain his own secret. "Perhaps, but isn't there one already with their name? The one from Windclan? I'm not sure, I was never quite fully introduced to any of them." The tom chuckled out quietly. Perhaps he should get to know the other clans medicine cats? Then again, when did he ever actually have the time to do such a thing? Leaders didn't have much time to converse with others at gatherings, it was more about sharing their news and letting their clanmates converse more than anything. But maybe he'll talk with them one day. Flicking his ear, he cleared his thoughts to pay attention to what Shinefang was asking him, falling quiet for a moment in thought.

And a long moment passed before Grousestar finally opened his mouth to speak again, though his eyes were focused on the den floor rather than at the other tom. "I think both of them were in the wrong for what has gone on between them. Both of them have a right to be angry at each other. And they have a right to wish to go to battle against each other. But I believe Skyclan has no place with their troubles. We have seen enough bloodshed with the Syndicate, and do not need to be sticking our noses into their business for the sake of picking a side. I believe remaining neutral will do more good for this clan rather than picking one over the other."

"Surgestorm?" Shnefang put in. He'd heard the Windclan medicine cat's name before a few times, but had never met him or had a conversation with him. Still, if he had the chance to talk to him, it might be worth it. "Yeah, that's an idea."

Shinefang listened attentively to Grousestar's words. The leader spoke frankly, but didn't meet his eyes. His ear flicked. He supposed talking to the clan leader about these sorts of issues was part of his duty too, though usually it was more about interpreting signs from Starclan than just giving his own advise, Nevertheless, he did have an opinion here, and he had no problem sharing it. "I have no signs from Starclan to say whether they think that's the right call, but if you ask me, that's the best position you can take. Skyclan has no business going to war this close to leafebare.Thunderclan and Windclan have no business going to war this close to leafbare. All it will do is cost them both warriors and herbs at a time when no clan can afford either. Blazingstar is condeming more of his clanmates to die by having this battle now. And Thunderclan is going to war with untrained apprentice for a medicine cat. Each is biting their own tail in the hopes that it hurts the other. Skyclan is lucky to have you as their leader."

[The Cannibal]

"Surgestorm?" Shnefang put in. He'd heard the Windclan medicine cat's name before a few times, but had never met him or had a conversation with him. Still, if he had the chance to talk to him, it might be worth it. "Yeah, that's an idea."

Shinefang listened attentively to Grousestar's words. The leader spoke frankly, but didn't meet his eyes. His ear flicked. He supposed talking to the clan leader about these sorts of issues was part of his duty too, though usually it was more about interpreting signs from Starclan than just giving his own advise, Nevertheless, he did have an opinion here, and he had no problem sharing it. "I have no signs from Starclan to say whether they think that's the right call, but if you ask me, that's the best position you can take. Skyclan has no business going to war this close to leafebare.Thunderclan and Windclan have no business going to war this close to leafbare. All it will do is cost them both warriors and herbs at a time when no clan can afford either. Blazingstar is condeming more of his clanmates to die by having this battle now. And Thunderclan is going to war with untrained apprentice for a medicine cat. Each is biting their own tail in the hopes that it hurts the other. Skyclan is lucky to have you as their leader."
After sharing his own thoughts on the matter, his gaze did flicker back to the medicine cat at the start of his own sharing of belief, nodding his head slightly to show that he was listening. It did make him nervous to hear that Starclan hasn't show Shinefang whether or not it was the right call to not be sticking their paws into the Windclan and Thunderclan business, but he couldn't let that bother him. He believed that his judgement was just and right for their clan, but at the first sign that it was the wrong decision Grousestar would change his mind. If there was anyone that could cast doubt on his judgement, it would be Starclan. His faith was unwavering, maybe even blinding if one saw it that way. But seeing as there was no sign from Starclan, he would continue to trust in his own judgement and gut feelings. A thankful smile touched the leaders lips as he heard the compliment from the medicine cat, his head dipping slightly in gratitude. "I appreciate the kind words Shinefang, as well as the support of my judgement. Now, surely you must have others to attend to? Not much time to sit around with a silly tom like me." He chuckled out with a light smile before he slowly laid back down in his nest, his eyes focused back on the tom that had came and dressed his battle wounds. To be truthful, he liked having someone to talk to, Grousestar was a cat that enjoyed other cats company and he's always been like that. But he knew that it was best to let others do their work rather than stopping them for conversation, thus why most of the time he was by himself in the clearing.

[Charmer]

After sharing his own thoughts on the matter, his gaze did flicker back to the medicine cat at the start of his own sharing of belief, nodding his head slightly to show that he was listening. It did make him nervous to hear that Starclan hasn't show Shinefang whether or not it was the right call to not be sticking their paws into the Windclan and Thunderclan business, but he couldn't let that bother him. He believed that his judgement was just and right for their clan, but at the first sign that it was the wrong decision Grousestar would change his mind. If there was anyone that could cast doubt on his judgement, it would be Starclan. His faith was unwavering, maybe even blinding if one saw it that way. But seeing as there was no sign from Starclan, he would continue to trust in his own judgement and gut feelings. A thankful smile touched the leaders lips as he heard the compliment from the medicine cat, his head dipping slightly in gratitude. "I appreciate the kind words Shinefang, as well as the support of my judgement. Now, surely you must have others to attend to? Not much time to sit around with a silly tom like me." He chuckled out with a light smile before he slowly laid back down in his nest, his eyes focused back on the tom that had came and dressed his battle wounds. To be truthful, he liked having someone to talk to, Grousestar was a cat that enjoyed other cats company and he's always been like that. But he knew that it was best to let others do their work rather than stopping them for conversation, thus why most of the time he was by himself in the clearing.

Shinefang shrugged, "Silly toms are good company for old fleabags like me," he joked, smirking. "Still, you're right, there's always work to be done." Shinefang carefully packed up the herbs he hadn't used and began to head toward the den entrance. "Twice a day. Don't make me come looking for you!" he added, shouting the lighthearted warning over his shoulder as he made his way out.

[The Cannibal]

Shinefang shrugged, "Silly toms are good company for old fleabags like me," he joked, smirking. "Still, you're right, there's always work to be done." Shinefang carefully packed up the herbs he hadn't used and began to head toward the den entrance. "Twice a day. Don't make me come looking for you!" he added, shouting the lighthearted warning over his shoulder as he made his way out.
At the joke, Grousestar could help but grin and let out a small chuckle, shaking his head lightly as if he hardly agreed with what the tom said, at least in regard to the 'old fleabags' part of the joke. Tucking his paws comfortably beneath himself as the older tom packed up his herbs and began to head out of the den. Though his ears perked up slightly when he heard what the tom shouted over his shoulder before fully exiting.
"If I didn't want to be found, you wouldn't be able to!" He joked lightly, watching with a bright grin as the tom left before slowly laying his head down in his nest and deciding to take a small nap. Because after all, wasn't that the best way to help the healing process?

[The Cannibal]

Empress Of Evil

With a rumbling sigh, the brown tabby laid his head in his paws and allowed for his eyes to droop shut. He had just gotten back from a quick jog around the territory, a bit faster paced than he usually went about doing, but he was trying to build up his endurance. He might not be a warrior anymore, but he wanted to keep himself fully fit and able to run for quite some time. After all, endurance was key in a good fight, you needed to be able to outlast your opponent!
Not that Grousestar actually had plans on fighting any cat at the moment, or rather, at all, it was just something he liked to keep in mind. Ever since they moved to this new territory, out of the safety of their old home, life seemed to throw a lot of unexpected things his way. So he wanted to be ready. Not only that, but he wasn't as young as he used to be and didn't want his skills to dull in the slightest, he was nearing 50 moons now and while he most certainly isn't an elder, he knows he certainly isn't as spry as he was 30 or so moons ago.

And for the moment, things in the clan seemed quiet, no one seemed to desperately seek his attention, so a nice nap would do. His wounds from the gathering battle were healing nicely and would likely be gone within the next moon with little to no scaring.
Flexing his claws a bit as he settled fully into his nest, he let loose another deep, relaxed sigh, tucking his tail close to his side and now pressing his right cheek into his paws instead of his chin. His ears remained slightly perked up, just in case someone did happen into his {pretty lonely} den. The life of a leader was full of those little surprises, whether it be someone coming in to discuss important news, or just to have a chat with him. Grousestar never minded of course.
But until he heard the approach of paws, he allowed himself to begin to doze.

[Empress Of Evil]

Empress Of Evil

With a rumbling sigh, the brown tabby laid his head in his paws and allowed for his eyes to droop shut. He had just gotten back from a quick jog around the territory, a bit faster paced than he usually went about doing, but he was trying to build up his endurance. He might not be a warrior anymore, but he wanted to keep himself fully fit and able to run for quite some time. After all, endurance was key in a good fight, you needed to be able to outlast your opponent!
Not that Grousestar actually had plans on fighting any cat at the moment, or rather, at all, it was just something he liked to keep in mind. Ever since they moved to this new territory, out of the safety of their old home, life seemed to throw a lot of unexpected things his way. So he wanted to be ready. Not only that, but he wasn't as young as he used to be and didn't want his skills to dull in the slightest, he was nearing 50 moons now and while he most certainly isn't an elder, he knows he certainly isn't as spry as he was 30 or so moons ago.

And for the moment, things in the clan seemed quiet, no one seemed to desperately seek his attention, so a nice nap would do. His wounds from the gathering battle were healing nicely and would likely be gone within the next moon with little to no scaring.
Flexing his claws a bit as he settled fully into his nest, he let loose another deep, relaxed sigh, tucking his tail close to his side and now pressing his right cheek into his paws instead of his chin. His ears remained slightly perked up, just in case someone did happen into his {pretty lonely} den. The life of a leader was full of those little surprises, whether it be someone coming in to discuss important news, or just to have a chat with him. Grousestar never minded of course.
But until he heard the approach of paws, he allowed himself to begin to doze.

Outside in the camp clearing, an ebony she-cat was settled down on a warm patch of grass. It was one of the few places in the camp that didn’t have any snow on it. Most of the camp had snow covering it, in fact, most places in the general area of the clans was covered in snow. SkyClan was a little luckier though, with the cluster of tall trees, SkyClan was a little more protected from the snow than the other clans. The layer of snow on the ground was thinner and that made the cats of SkyClan just that little bit warmer. It was easier to find patches of grass that were free from the blanket of snow that covered everything else.
The sun beamed against Auroraflame's pelt as she dozed off in the warmth of the sun. The deputy had spent most of the morning hunting and now she was exhausted. And even with all the time she'd spent out there in the territory, she'd only managed to catch two scrawny sparrows. Leaf-bare was approaching and the prey was starting to go into hiding, making it harder for everyone to catch their food.

A few minutes later, the inky she-cat slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, clearing the sleep from her eyes. She rose to her paws and arched her back till it hurt. She yawned and let out a sigh when she was down. She felt much more relaxed now. Auroraflame looked up and scanned the camp. As she looked around, she found her attention being snatched by a moving figure. She put in more focus and realised that it was Grousestar, disappearing into the depths of his den. Her icy gaze then flickered to the fresh kill pile and she eyed the remaining sparrow, the other one having been taken by some other cat. Perhaps she would go in and have a chat with the tabby tom, if he wasn't busy that is. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. She found that they had not sat down and talked in a while. They'd mostly been busy attending to duties. With that, she padded over to the fresh kill pile and picked up the sparrow. Then she headed off towards the leader's den.

"Grousestar?" Auroraflame asked, peeking her head through the entrance of the den. The rabbit was caged between her paws as she waited for permission to enter.

[The Cannibal]

Suspiciousmindz

Taking a deep inhale as he padded into his own den, he expected the Windclan leader to be shortly behind him. He would hold the inhale, savoring the comfortable scent that filled his den, before exhaling as he settled down in his nest. Despite his hesitance in deciding to make an alliance, he found himself able to lay down rather than sit rigid. He had faith that his clan and Blazingstar could keep this alliance on the quiet side. Not that anyone else in the clan knew about this alliance aside from Auroraflame, and surely the Windclan leader informed his deputy as well. Aside from that, not a soul should know of this little deal.
On the walk back from the gathering, the brown tabby had become sure of his choice before they even reached camp. He had been unsure when he informed his deputy of what Blazingstar was coming with them for, he hadn't been sure of the choice he would make. But the more he was able to walk in silence and think about it, the more clear his choice became. And keeping this quiet? Would be beneficial for both clans. A surprise tactic that only they know.

Nodding to the empty nest beside his own, designated especially for guests considering the brown tabby had yet to choose a mate, he would fix the golden tabby an extremely neutral look. Despite his choice having already been made, he figured he would allow the tom to shoot his shot. See what he had to offer. Make him believe that he hadn't made his choice yet.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Duskflight

Blazingstar padded into the leaders den behind Grousestar. His fur hid the heat beneath his pelt from the eyes that locked onto him while entering the camp. Once he was within the SkyClan leader's den, he sat down near the entrance, but far enough in that his words won't drift for wandering ears. "I've asked you before and I'm coming to you again, I need you to agree to an alliance with WindClan," he spoke, his voice hinting at the desperate need for this alliance. He decided to leave ShadowClan's name out of it because he didn't want to upset Goldenstar by dragging the tom around everywhere. "ThunderClan isn't as much as a concern since Snowstar's passing, Fallenstar has started to act out and lash at us now," he spoke, his gaze narrowing a little, knowing that Grousestar would assume he was talking about the gathering where a warrior was killed. "Fallenstar has become aggressive and if he were to attack, WindClan needs help from an ally.." he spoke, trailing off to listen to anything Grousestar wanted to say already.

[The Cannibal]

Suspiciousmindz

Flicking his ear in dismissal as the other leader chose to situate himself more towards the entrance as opposed to the nest by him. He wasn't sure how to take the gesture. Did the tom not have the guts to sit nearer to him and talk about his proposal? Did the tom not actually trust him?
The brown tabby forced the thoughts from his head to listen to what he was already prepared to hear. He didn't speak, instead, he let the Windclan leader continue on. All the points he figured would be mentioned, were mentioned. This proposal went exactly as he thought it might. Windclan was desperate for an ally before Riverclan became too much of a problem.
"Forgive me if I sound at all rude Blazingstar, but, well.. Your pitch was a tad predictable."
Grousestar offered a light smile before turning his gaze distractedly towards the wall in front of him, exhaling just loudly enough for the other leader to hear it, a sigh of sorts.
"It's not a bad idea. No. But.. Again, forgive if I sound conceded at all. What has Skyclan to gain from it?" Now his gaze returned to the golden tabby, his head tilting just slightly. "We fight with you if Fallenstar decides to send his clan against yours. There's a possibility I lose warriors over it. And then... What? What have I to show my clan for that? Aside from grief of course."
His tail flicked slowly back and forth. I will agree to his alliance, but let me see if there's any possibility of gaining something... It was a strange thought to cross his mind, but he desired for nothing more than to strengthen and keep Skyclan thriving and happy. That, and he didn't want Blazingstar to think his favor was so easily won. Even if he was an apparently nice tom.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Duskflight

Blazingstar expected a response like this. He had thought about it previously because he knew he needed to put himself in a position similar to this to understand another leaders' perspective. "You can count of WindClan to help you with whatever you need in the future. Perhaps a rouge group becoming too much of a problem or if SkyClan needs prey or shelter. You can come to us for help," he began, his tail tip twitching as he spoke. Some parts he was unsure about, but in the end, he had made himself content enough to suggest the options aloud to Grousestar. "SkyClan can once again show the Clans peace. Putting an end to RiverClan's -- or even all of our -- tensions. We need peace again, but the leaders have too much pride to do it peacefully -- I myself, am guilty of this," He confessed, knowing he can't blame everything solely on the other leaders. "There will be one last battle to decide it all and SkyClan's the difference. You must understand Grousestar," he paused "I must bring justice to everything Snowstar put us through and show Fallenstar that his actions can't be tolerated."

[The Cannibal]

Suspiciousmindz

The brown tabby remained silent as he heard the offer. Whatever we need. His mind had picked up on those words and he made sure he would remember them. That was a heavy bounty depending on what they needed, and he would make sure to hold Blazingstar fully accountable to that statement.
Slowly his head would nod for a moment before letting the ginger tom continue on.
"Peace through battle is not peace at all. But I understand what you're saying Blazingstar. And the hope for 'one last battle' is incredibly foolish, even for an optimistic tom such as myself. Skyclan has been here for quite a few moons now and I believe I see how things operate around here."
There was a small frown that touched his mouth now before he continued on. "I'm not taking this offer because I enjoy battle, and I need you to understand that fully. I'm doing this to ensure Skyclan's future. It is better to head down a dark road with a friend, as opposed to completely alone."
And there are dark roads ahead indeed. There's just no turning back now.
"So Blazingstar, I accept your offer. But for the sake of both of our clans should battle come, keep this as a secret and do not let word of our alliance travel. I hate to sneak around like a weasel, but if this allows us to diffuse a battle quickly, then so be it."

[SuspiciousMindz]

Relief flooded the WindClan leader's eyes. He visibly relaxed, but kept a proper posture around Grousestar. He nodded eagerly. "You have my word," he nodded towards Grousestar. The orange tabby then rose to his paws, seeing as his mission for being here was done. "I won't waste anymore of your time, thank you Grousestar. WindClan appreciates it very much," he spoke, the gratitude shining in his eyes and lingering in his voice as he said goodbye to the other leader. The fluffy tabby turned and started to head back towards his own clan now. This was the game changer.
Duskflight

[Charmer]

Duskflight

Shinefang was up before dawn. The moon had sank form the sky but the sun had still to wake and bathe the forest in its light. No warriors would be awake. Even Ringpaw was still resting in her nest in the medicine den. There would be no one but himself and Grousestar. That's what he was counting on. Silent as a shadow, the medicine cat slipped across the clearing and into the leaders den. Once inside, he sat on his haunches and folded his tail over his forepaws. He knew that this early intrusion on the Skyclan leader might be a little startling and he wanted to exude a calm and sure demeanor. "Grousestar," he said softly in greeting. In spite of the darkness, his eye made out the form of the younger leader's shape without difficulty. After a beat, he continued. "Forgive my intrusion," he side, inclining his head. "I'm here because the other day when I presented Ringpaw to you, you seemed troubled. I figured if it was something you felt comfortable sharing with the clan, you would have done so..." Shinefang let his reason hang in the air for a moment, letting the younger tom think on whatever was on his mind. "You are Skyclan's leader and you have the right to share or not share anything you like. But as Skyclan's medicine cat, I would be remiss if I did not offer any guidance or advice you might want." Shinefang lowered his head, but kept his eye on the leader, his offer humbly given. Shinefang was a warrior first, and the word of a leader was the warrior code. If Grousestar chose to say nothing, or to lie and say that there was nothing on his mind, the younger tom had the right to do just that. A small part of him wondered and even expected the leader to have some words for him regarding the medicine cat's actions at the last gathering. In truth, he wasn't sure if Grousestar had learned of his confrontation with Fallenstar, but he hardly expected striking a clan leader at Seastones during a full moon to go unpunished.

[The Cannibal]

Charmer

Dawn. He used to wake up before it, eager to get on with the day, but lately, he's felt nothing but fatigue, weariness about what would go on during the day. He was doing his best not to show this outwardly in front of his clanmates, but in his den, his shoulders sagged and a much older look touched his features. As if moons of uncertainty and fear rested on him, turning him into a weary elder unsure of even the most basic of decisions. And this dawn, he didn't bother to get up, instead, he was still quietly dozing in his nest. He would still go out for his daily walk, his daily hunt, and perhaps even join a border patrol, but not so early.
Be it a curse or a blessing, Grousestar has always been a light sleeper. While he didn't hear the other tom actually come in, his head did lift as soon as he heard the voice. His head spun for a second and his vision was blurry momentarily, but it would clear and in the darkness he could make out the silhouette and faint appearance of Shinefang, the smell of the medicine cat den clinging to the older toms pelt, also helping the leader to identify who was in his den at such an early, or late our, currently, he wasn't sure. A soft grunt of dismissal would escape him when the apology was given, the brown tabby shifting around to sit up slightly in his nest. And he would remain quiet as the medicine cat brought up his troubled appearance the other day, the softest of sighs escaping him. If he noticed it then surely others of the clan have as well. He thought bleakly.
Slowly, still without saying a word, he would lay back down. He's a trustworthy cat, surely enough. Even if he did something I wish he hadn't.. Now isn't the time for a lecture though is it? He deserves at least to know what's going on. If I don't trust my medicine cat, or my deputy, then who would I trust at all?
"What I'm about to tell you needs to be kept absolutely quiet. You will not say a word about this to any other cat, not Ringpaw, not anyone." The tone of his voice was stern and hard, a tone he didn't like to adopt often, but this deserved it. He needed Shinefang to know this was serious, and if word were to get out about the formed alliance... There would surely be war. War that they did not need at the moment. They had an advantage that needed to stay quiet.
"Under secrecy, I have formed an alliance with Windclan. We will help them when the time comes. I have neglected to tell the clan because I don't wish for anyone to speak about it and accidentally let the other clans know about this secret alliance. It will only bubble into war prematurely. War is sure to happen eventually, and Skyclan would have needed to choose a side eventually as well. So I decided to choose now, and I decided to make this to our advantage. No one will expect it, and hopefully it will lead to less casualties on our end." This was said much more quietly, the leader settling his head into his paws.


"I know what you did to Fallenstar at the gathering Shinefang." Grousestar's emerald eyes looked up at the older tom. "I will not punish you, as he did deserve it. But just know that I'm disappointed with your lack of restraint. That action right there could have started something before it needed to be started."

[Charmer]

Charmer

Dawn. He used to wake up before it, eager to get on with the day, but lately, he's felt nothing but fatigue, weariness about what would go on during the day. He was doing his best not to show this outwardly in front of his clanmates, but in his den, his shoulders sagged and a much older look touched his features. As if moons of uncertainty and fear rested on him, turning him into a weary elder unsure of even the most basic of decisions. And this dawn, he didn't bother to get up, instead, he was still quietly dozing in his nest. He would still go out for his daily walk, his daily hunt, and perhaps even join a border patrol, but not so early.
Be it a curse or a blessing, Grousestar has always been a light sleeper. While he didn't hear the other tom actually come in, his head did lift as soon as he heard the voice. His head spun for a second and his vision was blurry momentarily, but it would clear and in the darkness he could make out the silhouette and faint appearance of Shinefang, the smell of the medicine cat den clinging to the older toms pelt, also helping the leader to identify who was in his den at such an early, or late our, currently, he wasn't sure. A soft grunt of dismissal would escape him when the apology was given, the brown tabby shifting around to sit up slightly in his nest. And he would remain quiet as the medicine cat brought up his troubled appearance the other day, the softest of sighs escaping him. If he noticed it then surely others of the clan have as well. He thought bleakly.
Slowly, still without saying a word, he would lay back down. He's a trustworthy cat, surely enough. Even if he did something I wish he hadn't.. Now isn't the time for a lecture though is it? He deserves at least to know what's going on. If I don't trust my medicine cat, or my deputy, then who would I trust at all?
"What I'm about to tell you needs to be kept absolutely quiet. You will not say a word about this to any other cat, not Ringpaw, not anyone." The tone of his voice was stern and hard, a tone he didn't like to adopt often, but this deserved it. He needed Shinefang to know this was serious, and if word were to get out about the formed alliance... There would surely be war. War that they did not need at the moment. They had an advantage that needed to stay quiet.
"Under secrecy, I have formed an alliance with Windclan. We will help them when the time comes. I have neglected to tell the clan because I don't wish for anyone to speak about it and accidentally let the other clans know about this secret alliance. It will only bubble into war prematurely. War is sure to happen eventually, and Skyclan would have needed to choose a side eventually as well. So I decided to choose now, and I decided to make this to our advantage. No one will expect it, and hopefully it will lead to less casualties on our end." This was said much more quietly, the leader settling his head into his paws.


"I know what you did to Fallenstar at the gathering Shinefang." Grousestar's emerald eyes looked up at the older tom. "I will not punish you, as he did deserve it. But just know that I'm disappointed with your lack of restraint. That action right there could have started something before it needed to be started."

Shinefang listened gravely to the leader, the words hanging between the two of them like a scent. So this was the news that had been weighing on the usually merry but suave young tom. It was indeed a heavy burden to carry, and carrying it had left a mark on the tabby tom. Maybe it was the like, of the way his voice flowed cold like an icy stream as he said without any room for misunderstanding that this news must stay between them, but he thought he could see lines of wisdom etched in Grousestar's muzzle that hadn't been there before.

The medicine cat nodded, solemn and sincere. "Ringpaw doesn't need to concern herself with clan politics anyway. I swear to you, I won't say a word to any cat."

Sure enough, Grousestar was aware of what had happened between himself and the leader of Riverclan. Hearing that he would not be punished was a minor relief but the burning coals of his rage for Fallenstar's, for Riverclan's utter lack of care for its medicine cats still smoldered in his gut. He lowered his head. "I wish I could tell you that I was sorry for it...the truth is, I'm only sorry that my actions could have endangered my clan. Even so, I take responsibility for my actions. It was foolish and it was against the warrior code, and it won't happen again." Shinefang silently looked at the ground. He meant everything he said, but privately, he hoped that if Starclan was apt to show him more favor than they had in the past that they would punish the fish brained leader and his clan for the wrongs they'd done... for what they didn't do for Juniperpaw.

Lifting his head and keeping his voice low, Shinefang addressed his leader again. "You don't have to explain yourself to me... but why align with Blazingstar? He is reckless. He endangered his clan by attacking in leafbare when herbs and prey were so scarce that he himself admitted that his clan had gone hungry. He cost his own clan and Thunderclan lives that might have been spared by attacking when both clans were most ill-prepared. Not to mention dragging Shadowclan and Riverclan into a fight that wasn't theirs to start with and causing even more deaths. I'm not saying they were wrong to retaliate when Thunderclan stole their prey, but I'd say his actions agree with me when I say that Blazingstar has not led wisely thus far. Why him?"

[The Cannibal]

Shinefang listened gravely to the leader, the words hanging between the two of them like a scent. So this was the news that had been weighing on the usually merry but suave young tom. It was indeed a heavy burden to carry, and carrying it had left a mark on the tabby tom. Maybe it was the like, of the way his voice flowed cold like an icy stream as he said without any room for misunderstanding that this news must stay between them, but he thought he could see lines of wisdom etched in Grousestar's muzzle that hadn't been there before.

The medicine cat nodded, solemn and sincere. "Ringpaw doesn't need to concern herself with clan politics anyway. I swear to you, I won't say a word to any cat."

Sure enough, Grousestar was aware of what had happened between himself and the leader of Riverclan. Hearing that he would not be punished was a minor relief but the burning coals of his rage for Fallenstar's, for Riverclan's utter lack of care for its medicine cats still smoldered in his gut. He lowered his head. "I wish I could tell you that I was sorry for it...the truth is, I'm only sorry that my actions could have endangered my clan. Even so, I take responsibility for my actions. It was foolish and it was against the warrior code, and it won't happen again." Shinefang silently looked at the ground. He meant everything he said, but privately, he hoped that if Starclan was apt to show him more favor than they had in the past that they would punish the fish brained leader and his clan for the wrongs they'd done... for what they didn't do for Juniperpaw.

Lifting his head and keeping his voice low, Shinefang addressed his leader again. "You don't have to explain yourself to me... but why align with Blazingstar? He is reckless. He endangered his clan by attacking in leafbare when herbs and prey were so scarce that he himself admitted that his clan had gone hungry. He cost his own clan and Thunderclan lives that might have been spared by attacking when both clans were most ill-prepared. Not to mention dragging Shadowclan and Riverclan into a fight that wasn't theirs to start with and causing even more deaths. I'm not saying they were wrong to retaliate when Thunderclan stole their prey, but I'd say his actions agree with me when I say that Blazingstar has not led wisely thus far. Why him?"
Seeing the other tom nod did sort of take some of the worry away from him, of sharing the news, but not all of it. As long as the alliance stood he would always worry. When would be the day he would have to climb to the top of the Skyboulder to announce the news? And surely after it, some of the clan would be upset that he had withheld such information from them. He couldn't make everyone happy with his decisions, but he tried very hard to do it anyways.

"Good." Grousestar would murmur quietly, a quiet but audible breath escaping him.

"I'm not looking for an apology Shinefang. If I had the freedom to do that, I would have done it in a heartbeat. But we all know the warrior code, and should always keep it in mind. And we all know that actions like that, especially around these clans, could be seen as an act of war. I hope you won't do it again because next time, you might not be let off the hook so easy." Another sigh would escape him as he thought about the Riverclan leader. Why was he so angry about that black furred tom? Was it because of how rude he was? He's dealt with rude cats before, that was not the cause. Perhaps it stemmed from the way he lead his clan, how endangered them by being so thoughtless and reckless in his actions. Maybe that's why he had grown to dislike the Riverclan leader.

But he had to force his thoughts away from that to think about what Shinefang asked next. It was a valid question, and a question that surely would have been asked in the future regardless. A long silence swept in as the leader gathered his thoughts to explain to his medicine cat.
"You bring up good points not to build an alliance with him Shinefang, you do, and trust me, I've thought about those points. However... He's the only other leader of those clans that I vaguely trust. I hardly know Goldenstar, I very much dislike Fallenstar and I know nothing of Passionstar. An alliance is something that needed to be done. Skyclan can't stay in its quiet corner forever, and if Riverclan decides to invade or attack Skyclan, I'd rather have an ally on our side than no one at all. He had expressed a desire to be allied before and I refused. However the second time... I feel he has grown as a leader. He appears to be a strong tom, and he hasn't been a leader quite as long as me, or at least I don't think so, but I believe he just needs to learn. Perhaps I can even teach him a few things. Sorry.. Perhaps I'm going on a bit of a rant here. But those are my reasons and I'm sticking by them. I can't go back on it now, so we can only forge ahead and see what happens."

[Charmer]

Seeing the other tom nod did sort of take some of the worry away from him, of sharing the news, but not all of it. As long as the alliance stood he would always worry. When would be the day he would have to climb to the top of the Skyboulder to announce the news? And surely after it, some of the clan would be upset that he had withheld such information from them. He couldn't make everyone happy with his decisions, but he tried very hard to do it anyways.

"Good." Grousestar would murmur quietly, a quiet but audible breath escaping him.

"I'm not looking for an apology Shinefang. If I had the freedom to do that, I would have done it in a heartbeat. But we all know the warrior code, and should always keep it in mind. And we all know that actions like that, especially around these clans, could be seen as an act of war. I hope you won't do it again because next time, you might not be let off the hook so easy." Another sigh would escape him as he thought about the Riverclan leader. Why was he so angry about that black furred tom? Was it because of how rude he was? He's dealt with rude cats before, that was not the cause. Perhaps it stemmed from the way he lead his clan, how endangered them by being so thoughtless and reckless in his actions. Maybe that's why he had grown to dislike the Riverclan leader.

But he had to force his thoughts away from that to think about what Shinefang asked next. It was a valid question, and a question that surely would have been asked in the future regardless. A long silence swept in as the leader gathered his thoughts to explain to his medicine cat.
"You bring up good points not to build an alliance with him Shinefang, you do, and trust me, I've thought about those points. However... He's the only other leader of those clans that I vaguely trust. I hardly know Goldenstar, I very much dislike Fallenstar and I know nothing of Passionstar. An alliance is something that needed to be done. Skyclan can't stay in its quiet corner forever, and if Riverclan decides to invade or attack Skyclan, I'd rather have an ally on our side than no one at all. He had expressed a desire to be allied before and I refused. However the second time... I feel he has grown as a leader. He appears to be a strong tom, and he hasn't been a leader quite as long as me, or at least I don't think so, but I believe he just needs to learn. Perhaps I can even teach him a few things. Sorry.. Perhaps I'm going on a bit of a rant here. But those are my reasons and I'm sticking by them. I can't go back on it now, so we can only forge ahead and see what happens."

As much as the old medicine cat respected his leader, anger and pride simmered within him at being chastised like an apprentice by a cat who was younger than himself. Back when he was a senior warrior, he would have bore his teeth at a younger cat who spoke to him that way. But he wasn't a senior warrior anymore. He was a medicine cat, and he had taken a vow to heal and care for all clan cats. He hadn't harmed anything but Fallenstar's pride, he knew that, but the warrior code was just as much about the spirit of the words that made them up as the words themselves. He may not have harmed a clancat, but he had not used his rank and his power for healing or set himself above clan rivalries in that moment. So the fact was that Grousestar was right. "There will be no next time," he promised again, solemnly squelching the flames under his pelt.

Relief began to take its place as Grousestar explained his reasons for this alliance. If anything, it was helpful to know that Grousestar had thought this through and had fixed a discerning eye on the drawbacks that he feared from aligning with Windclan. What it boiled down to was that Grousestar saw another battle between the clans as imminent, that Skyclan was unlikely to stay outside of the conflict for ever, and that of all the clan leaders to form a pact with, Blazingstar was the best known and least deplorable. The only thing Shinefang knew about Passionstar was that the leader had attacked Goldenstar while he was still deputy. He had heard that tidbit from a mouthy apprentice at the last gathering. He wasn't sure what this made Goldenstar, but it certainly made Passionstar an unpredictable cat at best. Still, the fact remained that he had found Blazingstar's actions rash and this was worrisome. At his age, very few decisions were rash decisions. He distrusted cats who acted before they thought, especially when those cats had lives in their paws. Was an reckless ally better than no ally?

"Hmmmm. You make a convincing argument... I would just be cautious. If it so happens that Skyclan needs to call on Windclan for aid first, I have no doubt this choice will be remembered as a wise one. But if Windclan calls on Skyclan first...it would be wise to think carefully about what you will and will not do now so that in the heat of the moment, you don't get caught up in his brazen antics... Also, while I can't technically prove that stupidity is contagious like greecough, I wouldn't push your luck. There's no herb to cure." The old tom smiled his twisted grin, loosing a wheezing laugh at his own joke as he did so. "In any case, the next new moon will be here soon. If you like, I'd be happy to consult our ancestors about Skyclan's future when I visit the Starcave. Don't worry, I won't even share any plans with the gleaming ones. I'll just glean what I can from them."

[The Cannibal]

As much as the old medicine cat respected his leader, anger and pride simmered within him at being chastised like an apprentice by a cat who was younger than himself. Back when he was a senior warrior, he would have bore his teeth at a younger cat who spoke to him that way. But he wasn't a senior warrior anymore. He was a medicine cat, and he had taken a vow to heal and care for all clan cats. He hadn't harmed anything but Fallenstar's pride, he knew that, but the warrior code was just as much about the spirit of the words that made them up as the words themselves. He may not have harmed a clancat, but he had not used his rank and his power for healing or set himself above clan rivalries in that moment. So the fact was that Grousestar was right. "There will be no next time," he promised again, solemnly squelching the flames under his pelt.

Relief began to take its place as Grousestar explained his reasons for this alliance. If anything, it was helpful to know that Grousestar had thought this through and had fixed a discerning eye on the drawbacks that he feared from aligning with Windclan. What it boiled down to was that Grousestar saw another battle between the clans as imminent, that Skyclan was unlikely to stay outside of the conflict for ever, and that of all the clan leaders to form a pact with, Blazingstar was the best known and least deplorable. The only thing Shinefang knew about Passionstar was that the leader had attacked Goldenstar while he was still deputy. He had heard that tidbit from a mouthy apprentice at the last gathering. He wasn't sure what this made Goldenstar, but it certainly made Passionstar an unpredictable cat at best. Still, the fact remained that he had found Blazingstar's actions rash and this was worrisome. At his age, very few decisions were rash decisions. He distrusted cats who acted before they thought, especially when those cats had lives in their paws. Was an reckless ally better than no ally?

"Hmmmm. You make a convincing argument... I would just be cautious. If it so happens that Skyclan needs to call on Windclan for aid first, I have no doubt this choice will be remembered as a wise one. But if Windclan calls on Skyclan first...it would be wise to think carefully about what you will and will not do now so that in the heat of the moment, you don't get caught up in his brazen antics... Also, while I can't technically prove that stupidity is contagious like greecough, I wouldn't push your luck. There's no herb to cure." The old tom smiled his twisted grin, loosing a wheezing laugh at his own joke as he did so. "In any case, the next new moon will be here soon. If you like, I'd be happy to consult our ancestors about Skyclan's future when I visit the Starcave. Don't worry, I won't even share any plans with the gleaming ones. I'll just glean what I can from them."
Perhaps if situations were calmer, and less stress was settled on his shoulders, Grousestar might have had a different talk with Shinefang, and not chastised him in a relatively demeaning and belittling matter but.. He wasn't exactly his self lately. As much as he tried to hide it, sometimes it slipped out, especially when he was alone and not within view of the clan. It was hard to keep bottled up and out of sight.
But currently, the tom didn't see any fault in what he had said to his medicine cat. Instead, he seemed relatively happy to at least be done with that manner of business as the older tom promised that there would be no next time. He hoped for the clans sake that that was the truth. They didn't need another screw up like that. Not before they could use their secret and hopefully gain an upper hand. At least for a little bit. He hated thinking like this, but in the presence of these other clans, it was inevitable. Regardless of what he wanted, war would be scooping them up and throwing them in the mix.

After explaining to the one eyed tom the reasoning behind his decision, he would fall silent and focus his emerald eyes on the medicine cat, to listen to what he had to say. Even in a time like this, Grousestar appreciated any advice that the other tom was willing to give. Sometimes he wondered about his own decisions and whether or not they would be for the greater good of the clan. Of course he tried his best to make them all good, but he couldn't help but wonder if he's made choices that weren't so great.
"I would never throw caution to the wind." The brown tabby said almost defensively, the tip of his tail flicking just slightly before he forced himself to be quiet and hear the other tom out. He needed to breath, the stress and his own level of tiredness were wearing on him in a not so good fashion.

The faintest of smiles touched his lips at the joke, but there wasn't an audible chuckle or laugh to be heard from the leader. However his eyes did shine with hope at the mention of consulting Starclan, his head quickly nodding. "I would appreciate that. Their guidance is always appreciated and it seems like its been moons since I've heard anything from them. Perhaps it can help to.. To calm my nerves." The leader spoke more quietly in the final part of his sentence, in his mind he pondered if that was another source of stress. That he had heard so little from Starclan, the warrior ancestors he held so high and trusted so deeply for guidance. It was wearing on him.

[Charmer]

Perhaps if situations were calmer, and less stress was settled on his shoulders, Grousestar might have had a different talk with Shinefang, and not chastised him in a relatively demeaning and belittling matter but.. He wasn't exactly his self lately. As much as he tried to hide it, sometimes it slipped out, especially when he was alone and not within view of the clan. It was hard to keep bottled up and out of sight.
But currently, the tom didn't see any fault in what he had said to his medicine cat. Instead, he seemed relatively happy to at least be done with that manner of business as the older tom promised that there would be no next time. He hoped for the clans sake that that was the truth. They didn't need another screw up like that. Not before they could use their secret and hopefully gain an upper hand. At least for a little bit. He hated thinking like this, but in the presence of these other clans, it was inevitable. Regardless of what he wanted, war would be scooping them up and throwing them in the mix.

After explaining to the one eyed tom the reasoning behind his decision, he would fall silent and focus his emerald eyes on the medicine cat, to listen to what he had to say. Even in a time like this, Grousestar appreciated any advice that the other tom was willing to give. Sometimes he wondered about his own decisions and whether or not they would be for the greater good of the clan. Of course he tried his best to make them all good, but he couldn't help but wonder if he's made choices that weren't so great.
"I would never throw caution to the wind." The brown tabby said almost defensively, the tip of his tail flicking just slightly before he forced himself to be quiet and hear the other tom out. He needed to breath, the stress and his own level of tiredness were wearing on him in a not so good fashion.

The faintest of smiles touched his lips at the joke, but there wasn't an audible chuckle or laugh to be heard from the leader. However his eyes did shine with hope at the mention of consulting Starclan, his head quickly nodding. "I would appreciate that. Their guidance is always appreciated and it seems like its been moons since I've heard anything from them. Perhaps it can help to.. To calm my nerves." The leader spoke more quietly in the final part of his sentence, in his mind he pondered if that was another source of stress. That he had heard so little from Starclan, the warrior ancestors he held so high and trusted so deeply for guidance. It was wearing on him.


"I would never throw caution to the wind."

Shinefang paused in the middle of his speech, staring at the Skyclan leader in surprise. It was only for a moment, but the way Grousestar had rushed to defend his position and the way his body seemed to tense as he did do...it was alarming. In his seasons of leading Skyclan, Shinefang had seldom seen the brown tabby be anything but calm, collected and confident. Now he seemed downright rattled. Shinefang knew that Grousestar was bothered by all the stress among the clans, but clearly he had not guessed the extent. When the leader seemed to sag in relief after Shinefang offered to relay information from Starclan, the medicine cat swallowed a twinge of pity and fear. It was the same sort of relief he might had expected on the face of a cat in pain for whom he had just promised a helping of poppy seeds. "I'm sure it will," the old tom answered, his voice even. He paused for a breath, then added. "Speaking of your nerves, if you like I can give you some herbs to help you feel a little more relaxed. Nothing too heady," he added hastily, "Just something to help you feel calm but alert as you go about your day today." He made the offer with painted on confidence and concealed reservation. He wasn't sure how the leader would take to an offering of herbs for stress reduction in his current state but as tightly wound as the younger cat seemed now, it was still the level-headed Grousestar he was speaking to after all.

[The Cannibal]

"I would never throw caution to the wind."

Shinefang paused in the middle of his speech, staring at the Skyclan leader in surprise. It was only for a moment, but the way Grousestar had rushed to defend his position and the way his body seemed to tense as he did do...it was alarming. In his seasons of leading Skyclan, Shinefang had seldom seen the brown tabby be anything but calm, collected and confident. Now he seemed downright rattled. Shinefang knew that Grousestar was bothered by all the stress among the clans, but clearly he had not guessed the extent. When the leader seemed to sag in relief after Shinefang offered to relay information from Starclan, the medicine cat swallowed a twinge of pity and fear. It was the same sort of relief he might had expected on the face of a cat in pain for whom he had just promised a helping of poppy seeds. "I'm sure it will," the old tom answered, his voice even. He paused for a breath, then added. "Speaking of your nerves, if you like I can give you some herbs to help you feel a little more relaxed. Nothing too heady," he added hastily, "Just something to help you feel calm but alert as you go about your day today." He made the offer with painted on confidence and concealed reservation. He wasn't sure how the leader would take to an offering of herbs for stress reduction in his current state but as tightly wound as the younger cat seemed now, it was still the level-headed Grousestar he was speaking to after all.
Grousestar had to avert his gaze from the medicine cat as he too caught his sudden burst of defensiveness, his eyes closing and his teeth clenching together momentarily. Taking a slow, deep breath in, he would then slowly exhale before opening his eyes again and relaxing his tensed body, ready to look back at Shinefang. "I'm sorry.. I just. I don't want anyone to think I'm throwing caution to the wind because of this decision. I don't want the clan to think I'm not being cautious and thinking of their safety, because I am. I'm being as cautious and thoughtful as I can be in this time of tension." He tried to explain himself, gaze dropping back to the floor of his den.
Of course he would look back at the older tom as he mentioned herbs for his nerves. Am I really getting that bad? To where I need herbs just to calm my nerves? His mind questioned dully, words not coming to his mouth quite yet.
Shifting in his nest, the leader would look away again, dwelling on the question whether or not he wanted herbs to deal with this. What would the clan think if they saw him taking herbs for stress? To calm down? Would panic set in? Would they think him weak?
"Only... Only if no other cat can see it." Meowed Grousestar quietly, shame evident in his voice.

[Charmer]

Grousestar had to avert his gaze from the medicine cat as he too caught his sudden burst of defensiveness, his eyes closing and his teeth clenching together momentarily. Taking a slow, deep breath in, he would then slowly exhale before opening his eyes again and relaxing his tensed body, ready to look back at Shinefang. "I'm sorry.. I just. I don't want anyone to think I'm throwing caution to the wind because of this decision. I don't want the clan to think I'm not being cautious and thinking of their safety, because I am. I'm being as cautious and thoughtful as I can be in this time of tension." He tried to explain himself, gaze dropping back to the floor of his den.
Of course he would look back at the older tom as he mentioned herbs for his nerves. Am I really getting that bad? To where I need herbs just to calm my nerves? His mind questioned dully, words not coming to his mouth quite yet.
Shifting in his nest, the leader would look away again, dwelling on the question whether or not he wanted herbs to deal with this. What would the clan think if they saw him taking herbs for stress? To calm down? Would panic set in? Would they think him weak?
"Only... Only if no other cat can see it." Meowed Grousestar quietly, shame evident in his voice.


The medicine cat waited as the leader thought over the offer. At last, the younger tom agreed, reluctantly, and asked that it be kept secret. With a solemn nod Shinefang slipped out into the still and silent clearing, fetched what he wanted, and returned. Gingerly, he placed three small yellow bulb-shaped plants on the ground in front of Grousestar. The small white petals had shriveled some time ago. “Chamomile,” he said softly. “It’s in the traveling herb mixture. It soothes and calms the mind. Plus, it’s good for digestion.” He gave a small, reassurancing smile, then slowly, he went to Grousestar’s side and set the tip of his tail gently on the younger tom’s back. “In case you’re tempted to think yourself weak for taking these, you’re not. You carry the fate of the clan on your shoulders. It’s a heavy burden. One no cat in their right mind would envy. Least of all now. But you’ve led this clan through more difficult days than this. You can do it again. There’s nothing wrong with taking the help others can offer to that end.”

[The Cannibal]

The medicine cat waited as the leader thought over the offer. At last, the younger tom agreed, reluctantly, and asked that it be kept secret. With a solemn nod Shinefang slipped out into the still and silent clearing, fetched what he wanted, and returned. Gingerly, he placed three small yellow bulb-shaped plants on the ground in front of Grousestar. The small white petals had shriveled some time ago. “Chamomile,” he said softly. “It’s in the traveling herb mixture. It soothes and calms the mind. Plus, it’s good for digestion.” He gave a small, reassurancing smile, then slowly, he went to Grousestar’s side and set the tip of his tail gently on the younger tom’s back. “In case you’re tempted to think yourself weak for taking these, you’re not. You carry the fate of the clan on your shoulders. It’s a heavy burden. One no cat in their right mind would envy. Least of all now. But you’ve led this clan through more difficult days than this. You can do it again. There’s nothing wrong with taking the help others can offer to that end.”
For a moment he was left in silence again, his own mind quickly beginning to latch on to the idea that Shinefang now thought him as incapable of dealing with this stress on his own. Laying his head in his paws, he closed his eyes and let the whirlwind of thoughts wildly rampage trough his head before he lifted it again as the medicine cat returned with three bulb-shaped plants. For a moment be would look at them, before looking back at Shinefang as he explained what they were. Even in a time like this, he enjoyed learning, even if he might not remember it the next day. Closing his eyes, he wouldn't bother looking at the slightly shriveled petals of the bulb as he ingested them. He could feel his heart straining with emotions, the weakness he felt at having to take these just to calm down, his own mind who was usually filled with optimism and brightness, screaming at him with hatred and degradation.
His eyes would open to look over at the other tom as he lightly rested his tail tip on his back. Silence ensued as he took the words in, the screaming quieting down to a hushed whisper. 'You've led this clan through more difficult days than this. You can do it again.' That struck him. His head nodding slightly. "They never tell you how hard it is you know. To do this? You might think its just making decisions every now and again, doing ceremonies, being a figurehead but its not.. When I was deputy- even when I was a new leader, I never expected this. None of it. I thought I could lead with unbridled optimism and cheerfulness. I thought I could brave through it and keep my thoughts to my own, or even to a select few but now its wearing.. It's.. It's not working anymore."

[Charmer]

For a moment he was left in silence again, his own mind quickly beginning to latch on to the idea that Shinefang now thought him as incapable of dealing with this stress on his own. Laying his head in his paws, he closed his eyes and let the whirlwind of thoughts wildly rampage trough his head before he lifted it again as the medicine cat returned with three bulb-shaped plants. For a moment be would look at them, before looking back at Shinefang as he explained what they were. Even in a time like this, he enjoyed learning, even if he might not remember it the next day. Closing his eyes, he wouldn't bother looking at the slightly shriveled petals of the bulb as he ingested them. He could feel his heart straining with emotions, the weakness he felt at having to take these just to calm down, his own mind who was usually filled with optimism and brightness, screaming at him with hatred and degradation.
His eyes would open to look over at the other tom as he lightly rested his tail tip on his back. Silence ensued as he took the words in, the screaming quieting down to a hushed whisper. 'You've led this clan through more difficult days than this. You can do it again.' That struck him. His head nodding slightly. "They never tell you how hard it is you know. To do this? You might think its just making decisions every now and again, doing ceremonies, being a figurehead but its not.. When I was deputy- even when I was a new leader, I never expected this. None of it. I thought I could lead with unbridled optimism and cheerfulness. I thought I could brave through it and keep my thoughts to my own, or even to a select few but now its wearing.. It's.. It's not working anymore."


Without needing to hear much more, the brown tabby ate up the chamomile. Shinefang didn’t know what to expect after what he said. He didn’t suppose the leader would be inclined to speak. But he did, and more than that, he opened up about how these seasons had not only weighed on him but changed him. Now that he was facing these decisions, he was changing in ways he never thought he had. The energy and bright enthusiasm that had carried him so far was failing him. The medicine cat cleared his throat. “That optimism is what makes you a good leader. It’s what’s made every warrior you’ve named proud to serve Skyclan. So I wouldn’t knock it. But you know, even the happiest cat alive is bound to have hard times. You’ll get through it. Trust yourself. Trust your deputy. And trust your warriors when the time comes. You’re not just a figurehead to them. You’re the cat who makes their clan worth serving.” The old tom’s shredded ears gave a flick, and he turned back to Grousestar. “I ought to be going. If you want another dose tomorrow morning, go the bank where we went to get you a drink while you were still getting your strength back. I’ll leave it there at dawn.” He stood up to go, wanting to be back in his den before his apprentice or any warriors stirred.

[The Cannibal]

Without needing to hear much more, the brown tabby ate up the chamomile. Shinefang didn’t know what to expect after what he said. He didn’t suppose the leader would be inclined to speak. But he did, and more than that, he opened up about how these seasons had not only weighed on him but changed him. Now that he was facing these decisions, he was changing in ways he never thought he had. The energy and bright enthusiasm that had carried him so far was failing him. The medicine cat cleared his throat. “That optimism is what makes you a good leader. It’s what’s made every warrior you’ve named proud to serve Skyclan. So I wouldn’t knock it. But you know, even the happiest cat alive is bound to have hard times. You’ll get through it. Trust yourself. Trust your deputy. And trust your warriors when the time comes. You’re not just a figurehead to them. You’re the cat who makes their clan worth serving.” The old tom’s shredded ears gave a flick, and he turned back to Grousestar. “I ought to be going. If you want another dose tomorrow morning, go the bank where we went to get you a drink while you were still getting your strength back. I’ll leave it there at dawn.” He stood up to go, wanting to be back in his den before his apprentice or any warriors stirred.
Grousestar wasn't completely sure why he opened up to the medicine cat, perhaps it was because he trusted him a little more than other cats. Maybe even looked up to him in a way. Or maybe his mind was wearing and he felt he needed to get it off his chest. Regardless, he wasn't even sure if the other tom would respond. Half expecting him to awkwardly nod and say goodbye, leaving him in his thoughts till the chamomile quieted them. But that wasn't what happened. His emerald gaze would look up at Shinefang as he responded. There were several things that stuck with the leader, and the beginnings of his pleasant smile that so many had come to love, touched his muzzle, his own head nodding slightly.
"Thank you.. Shinefang. I really do appreciate you." Slowly the leader would rest his head on his paws again, watching the medicine cat leave. For a moment he was gripped with grief as his mind latched on to the fact that Shinefang was getting up there in age. But slowly he could feel his stress, his fear, and his worry beginning to dull. He just needed to keep his head straight and continue to do what he did best. Smile and lead with brightness and positivity. Closing his eyes, sleep would soon claim him. Starclan knows he probably needs it.

[wren]

Duskflight
super duper terrible but it'll get better sometime

Treading lightly a cream and ginger she cat made her way through the gorse tunnel of skyclans camp. The scent of riverclan drifting to the skyclanners causing a sort of backlash whereas heads where turned and claws slid out. Although there was no hostility in the gaze of Rowanflower, only an unsettled stare that left her looking through cats as opposed to looking at them.

He is a reasonable leader. He is a reasonable leader. she kept repeating to herself, waking steadily towards the den that loomed forxlengths above the clearing. She understood how risky it was for her and fallenstar's relationship for her to be here, but she needed to be, even if his pride wouldn't let him understand why she was disobeying him directly. The slender feline slunk through the masses of cats treading on unknowing territory being stared at with unknown eyes. Two escorts where by her sides, keeping pace and ensuring she didn't move off or wander to far. She supposed she would've wanted the same thing for a skyclan cat on her territory too, Nothing out of the ordinary. Begin left at the base of the towering rocks as a warrior scrambled up to the leaders den she gracefully sat, keeping her back straightened and eyes level with every cat who gave her a glare as they passed. She wasn't sure how long she was actually sitting there waiting for her escort to either boot her out or send her up but she found herself almost nodding off. The treke here had taken its toll on her, even if it wasn't that long, hiding from all the cats scattered on riverclan territory was hard enough.

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight
super duper terrible but it'll get better sometime

Treading lightly a cream and ginger she cat made her way through the gorse tunnel of skyclans camp. The scent of riverclan drifting to the skyclanners causing a sort of backlash whereas heads where turned and claws slid out. Although there was no hostility in the gaze of Rowanflower, only an unsettled stare that left her looking through cats as opposed to looking at them.

He is a reasonable leader. He is a reasonable leader. she kept repeating to herself, waking steadily towards the den that loomed forxlengths above the clearing. She understood how risky it was for her and fallenstar's relationship for her to be here, but she needed to be, even if his pride wouldn't let him understand why she was disobeying him directly. The slender feline slunk through the masses of cats treading on unknowing territory being stared at with unknown eyes. Two escorts where by her sides, keeping pace and ensuring she didn't move off or wander to far. She supposed she would've wanted the same thing for a skyclan cat on her territory too, Nothing out of the ordinary. Begin left at the base of the towering rocks as a warrior scrambled up to the leaders den she gracefully sat, keeping her back straightened and eyes level with every cat who gave her a glare as they passed. She wasn't sure how long she was actually sitting there waiting for her escort to either boot her out or send her up but she found herself almost nodding off. The treke here had taken its toll on her, even if it wasn't that long, hiding from all the cats scattered on riverclan territory was hard enough.



{You're fine!!}

I suppose one could say that Rowanflower had some particularly good timing with when she entered the camp. Just a few minutes earlier, Grousestar had been out in the territory, likely hunting, or perhaps he had been on one of his own adventures, more than likely just sitting there, thinking. But regardless of what he was doing, he was back in his den when her escort told her to stop and wait, climbing up to fetch the brown tabby from his den.
He had settled down in his nest and rested his head in his paws, perhaps about to nap- he had a good habit of waking up at dawn. Of course his head would lift, focusing on the warrior that had poked her head in his den, informing him that the deputy of Riverclan was in camp. At the very mention of Riverclan the tom's tail would flick in agitation and apprehension. What would their deputy want with him? Had word gotten out about him and Blazingstar's secret alliance? Was she hear to declare war? Not likely, she wouldn't come alone. And surely he'd announce that at a gathering, in front of everyone. No.. What is she here for.
Slowly he would nod his head. "Bring her up." Previously laying down, the Skyclan leader would sit up in his nest, picking out a few pieces of his bedding that might have stuck to his pelt as he waited.
The long-furred warrior who had escorted Rowanflower to camp would come back down to her and motion for her to climb the rocks to Grousestar's den, taking a seat at the bottom of the rocks just in case she was further needed by her leader.

[Deerlie]

Duskflight

A black and white tom stepped into the leaders den, his eyes closing slightly and his tail twitching. He had never been so close to the heart of Skyclan, until today. The large tom cleared his throat, "Uh.. G-Grousestar? I would like to speak with you. My name is Badgerpaw.. I'm from Shadowclan, I fought alongside on of your apprentices in the battle that happened a few moons ago." He mewed, his eyes glowing in the dark den.

[North]

| Duskflight |
Doveflight's pale form glided along the clearing, an aura of relaxing surrounding him; an aura strong enough to cover the sheer anxiety coating his insides. Having been thrown into such a position of importance and influence had not been easy, but the milky tom had been hoping he would get the hang of it quick enough. He had not, unfortunately, and the task was proving rather challenging. It was not to say he was failing as Skyclan's deputy, as many argued he was doing fairly well or at least to a standard high enough for the clan to continue functioning as it normally would. He'd been copying Auroraflame's previous example, for the most part, other times he would look to Grousestar for guidance and inspiration. He only hoped the leader saw his decision to make him deputy as a rightful one, the prospect of him failing his leader making the fluffy tom feel almost sickly. His mind drifted from place to place, olive eyes captivated by the beauty of the setting sun as it painted the sky into a vivid splash of colours. Soon the sky would be alight with stars, and the moon would cast a hazy white glow over Skyclan's camp; the perfect time for Doveflight to think. He'd planned on taking a walk this very evening, but Grousestar had requested to see him. It was apparent to Doveflight that he was not in trouble, but this knowledge was hardly enough to calm his overly stimulated nerves. Even if he was not in immediate trouble, there were other negative reasons as to why Grousestar would want to see him. Relax, Dove. Grousestar probably just wants to talk, its fine. The cloud-resembling tom reminded himself, his olive gaze shifting toward the leader's den as it drew closer and closer with every step he took.

It was not long before Doveflight was standing outside Grousestar's den, a look of awkwardness and hesitation taking over his features and posture as he shifted his weight from paw to paw. Grousestar was his leader, the one cat Doveflight sought out to impress entirely. He could not allow himself to fall below the extremely high standards he'd set for himself, especially not in front of his leader. The silence of Skyclan's camp offered him no comfort, the ambient sound of bugs chirping and buzzing becoming more and more irritable the longer he stood outside the den. An anxious sigh escaped him, as the pale tom took one pawstep into the den before fully immersing himself into the even quieter surroundings. He paused at the entrance, his olive eyes adjusting to the much dimmer lighting as he searched for the familiar form of Grousestar. "Grousestar?" He called, hoping to make his presence known to avoid the impossibly awkward invasion of his leader's privacy. "May I come in?" He further questioned, his tone soft and cautious - his nervousness evident, but partially covered up due to his naturally polite nature. The milky feline corrected his posture, standing more respectfully and maturely; he reminded himself of the importance of looking the part, especially in front of arguably Skyclan's most important member. He stood, awaiting the other tom's responce with as much patience his anxious body would allow him to.

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

A black and white tom stepped into the leaders den, his eyes closing slightly and his tail twitching. He had never been so close to the heart of Skyclan, until today. The large tom cleared his throat, "Uh.. G-Grousestar? I would like to speak with you. My name is Badgerpaw.. I'm from Shadowclan, I fought alongside on of your apprentices in the battle that happened a few moons ago." He mewed, his eyes glowing in the dark den.

The brown tabby tom was lightly dozing in his nest, head slightly craned downwards and paws tucked beneath him when the Shadowclan apprentice stepped into his den. Grousestar flinched just slightly at the sudden voice and appearance of another cat, his head jerking up to eye the young tom with little to no emotion aside from a faint look of confusion. To think so many moons ago the leader would have welcomed the young cat with open arms into his den, now though, he didn't like the thought of the young cat just wandering in without warning. Especially after he revealed he was from another clan.
For a moment, Grousestar didn't say anything, he remained laying in his nest, just looking at Badgerpaw, thinking to himself before eventually speaking.
"Did you just wander into camp?" He questioned wearily, not bothering to sit up. He didn't feel threatened by this apprentice, but it did slightly unnerve him that his warriors didn't stop this cat at all. He had just walked right up to his den. What if the apprentice had been a murderous rogue? He could have easily lost his remaining 8 lives. And no cat would have stopped them.
Shaking his head, Grousestar forced out a sigh. "I'm assuming Goldenstar is smart enough not to send an apprentice to try for an alliance, so you must have come here on your own accord. What is it that you would like to speak about?"
| Duskflight |
Doveflight's pale form glided along the clearing, an aura of relaxing surrounding him; an aura strong enough to cover the sheer anxiety coating his insides. Having been thrown into such a position of importance and influence had not been easy, but the milky tom had been hoping he would get the hang of it quick enough. He had not, unfortunately, and the task was proving rather challenging. It was not to say he was failing as Skyclan's deputy, as many argued he was doing fairly well or at least to a standard high enough for the clan to continue functioning as it normally would. He'd been copying Auroraflame's previous example, for the most part, other times he would look to Grousestar for guidance and inspiration. He only hoped the leader saw his decision to make him deputy as a rightful one, the prospect of him failing his leader making the fluffy tom feel almost sickly. His mind drifted from place to place, olive eyes captivated by the beauty of the setting sun as it painted the sky into a vivid splash of colours. Soon the sky would be alight with stars, and the moon would cast a hazy white glow over Skyclan's camp; the perfect time for Doveflight to think. He'd planned on taking a walk this very evening, but Grousestar had requested to see him. It was apparent to Doveflight that he was not in trouble, but this knowledge was hardly enough to calm his overly stimulated nerves. Even if he was not in immediate trouble, there were other negative reasons as to why Grousestar would want to see him. Relax, Dove. Grousestar probably just wants to talk, its fine. The cloud-resembling tom reminded himself, his olive gaze shifting toward the leader's den as it drew closer and closer with every step he took.

It was not long before Doveflight was standing outside Grousestar's den, a look of awkwardness and hesitation taking over his features and posture as he shifted his weight from paw to paw. Grousestar was his leader, the one cat Doveflight sought out to impress entirely. He could not allow himself to fall below the extremely high standards he'd set for himself, especially not in front of his leader. The silence of Skyclan's camp offered him no comfort, the ambient sound of bugs chirping and buzzing becoming more and more irritable the longer he stood outside the den. An anxious sigh escaped him, as the pale tom took one pawstep into the den before fully immersing himself into the even quieter surroundings. He paused at the entrance, his olive eyes adjusting to the much dimmer lighting as he searched for the familiar form of Grousestar. "Grousestar?" He called, hoping to make his presence known to avoid the impossibly awkward invasion of his leader's privacy. "May I come in?" He further questioned, his tone soft and cautious - his nervousness evident, but partially covered up due to his naturally polite nature. The milky feline corrected his posture, standing more respectfully and maturely; he reminded himself of the importance of looking the part, especially in front of arguably Skyclan's most important member. He stood, awaiting the other tom's responce with as much patience his anxious body would allow him to.

Ever since he had assigned Doveflight as Skyclan's new deputy, Grousestar had yet to have a full, sit down talk with the tom. He had provided assurance and help every now and again, when the milky furred tom seemed to have needed it most, however, it was time he did fully speak to his deputy. And with the time of day, it was best. Everyone should be asleep, there should be no prying eyes or ears and he should be able to speak to the other tom in comfort. The fact that Auroraflame would go against his will and behind his back still haunted him, and quietly the more paranoid side of him wanted to suggest that perhaps other Skyclan cats had went with her to whatever meetings she went to. He hated the fact that he thought this, but in times like these surely it was common? There was also the idea that he had... Made a wrong choice in deciding to agree to Windclan's alliance. Perhaps he was wrong to pick a side, when he could have perhaps stayed out of it. All of these uncertainties and it seemed like there was no one to talk to about them. But there was Doveflight. Perhaps the other tom could provide his own input, help Grousestar steer in the right direction or at least gain back some confidence in his own decisions.

Quietly the brown tabby tom laid in his nest, emerald eyes staring blankly at the floor of his den as he awaited the arrival of the new deputy. It was when he heard the hesitant voice did he look up and fixate his gaze on Doveflight. With a light, almost forced smile, Grousestar would nod his head just slightly but not sit up from his laying position. "You may." Slowly, the leader would inch backwards to allow the other tom room should there not be enough. "Hopefully I'm not keeping you from sleep, but I figured it was time me and you had a true talk as a leader and deputy should. So please, make yourself comfortable."

[Deerlie]

The brown tabby tom was lightly dozing in his nest, head slightly craned downwards and paws tucked beneath him when the Shadowclan apprentice stepped into his den. Grousestar flinched just slightly at the sudden voice and appearance of another cat, his head jerking up to eye the young tom with little to no emotion aside from a faint look of confusion. To think so many moons ago the leader would have welcomed the young cat with open arms into his den, now though, he didn't like the thought of the young cat just wandering in without warning. Especially after he revealed he was from another clan.
For a moment, Grousestar didn't say anything, he remained laying in his nest, just looking at Badgerpaw, thinking to himself before eventually speaking.
"Did you just wander into camp?" He questioned wearily, not bothering to sit up. He didn't feel threatened by this apprentice, but it did slightly unnerve him that his warriors didn't stop this cat at all. He had just walked right up to his den. What if the apprentice had been a murderous rogue? He could have easily lost his remaining 8 lives. And no cat would have stopped them.
Shaking his head, Grousestar forced out a sigh. "I'm assuming Goldenstar is smart enough not to send an apprentice to try for an alliance, so you must have come here on your own accord. What is it that you would like to speak about?"

Ever since he had assigned Doveflight as Skyclan's new deputy, Grousestar had yet to have a full, sit down talk with the tom. He had provided assurance and help every now and again, when the milky furred tom seemed to have needed it most, however, it was time he did fully speak to his deputy. And with the time of day, it was best. Everyone should be asleep, there should be no prying eyes or ears and he should be able to speak to the other tom in comfort. The fact that Auroraflame would go against his will and behind his back still haunted him, and quietly the more paranoid side of him wanted to suggest that perhaps other Skyclan cats had went with her to whatever meetings she went to. He hated the fact that he thought this, but in times like these surely it was common? There was also the idea that he had... Made a wrong choice in deciding to agree to Windclan's alliance. Perhaps he was wrong to pick a side, when he could have perhaps stayed out of it. All of these uncertainties and it seemed like there was no one to talk to about them. But there was Doveflight. Perhaps the other tom could provide his own input, help Grousestar steer in the right direction or at least gain back some confidence in his own decisions.

Quietly the brown tabby tom laid in his nest, emerald eyes staring blankly at the floor of his den as he awaited the arrival of the new deputy. It was when he heard the hesitant voice did he look up and fixate his gaze on Doveflight. With a light, almost forced smile, Grousestar would nod his head just slightly but not sit up from his laying position. "You may." Slowly, the leader would inch backwards to allow the other tom room should there not be enough. "Hopefully I'm not keeping you from sleep, but I figured it was time me and you had a true talk as a leader and deputy should. So please, make yourself comfortable."

"I did come on my own accord Grousestar. "He nodded to the enterance. "I uh.. I would like to ask.. M-May I join your clan. My siblings and my parents lived in this clan. But moons ago, two cats came into the camp and took me away. My mother was Palewater and my father was Duskclaw. My sister was Lavendersplash. They all passed away." The tom said, wrapping his tail around his paws. "I only ask... and I could also help you.. in case Shadowclan attacks. Because... I know fighting moves.. you don't."

[North]

| Duskflight |
{Apologies on the wait!}
Doveflight's olive gaze quickly caught sight of the brown tabby, silently taking note of the sheer contrast in their appearances. The milky tom did such things when he was worried or stressed - he liked to think about things in a more abstract light and take himself away from the main severity of a situation in order to think about it in a more neutral light. He knew he had very little to worry about, given he had not failed to uphold any of his duties as Skyclan's deputy, but alas he simply could not calm his troubled mind. He made his way into the den completely, his milky form engulfed by the dimmer lighting that turned his pelt to an almost stoney grey. He maintained eye contact with his leader, mostly out of respect but half because he wanted to analyse Grousestar's every emotion to ensure he was able to maintain only the positive ones. He wanted Grousestar to trust him, but he knew that was a task nearly impossible after Auroraflame's betrayal. Shock and disappointment still loomed within his own chest, having once admired the charcoal feline. It was a topic Doveflight would much rather avoid discussing, but he knew he lacked much say in what Grousestar would want to discuss.
"I see," He hummed thoughtfully, as Grousestar explained why he had wanted to see him. Doveflight sighed with mostly relief, as he pondered up the many different directions this conversation could go in. "How am I fairing as deputy?" He somewhat blurted out, but in a manner that half covered up his impulsive decision. He was desperate to know what his leader thought of his deputyship thus far; what could he do to improve? The milky warrior lowered himself down into a more comfortable seated position, his bushy tail snaking around his rump until it laid atop his large paws comfortably. His olive gaze wandered for a moment, navigating the dark den with ease; he took in the appearance of the den, highlighting some features of it whilst ignoring others. He'd never been in the leader's den before, and this fact was strange to him; at almost 40 moons of age, it was completely abnormal for him to have never been inside such a profound place. He supposed it was because he'd worked alongside Skyclan's deputies more than he Grousestar, giving him no reason to enter the den unprovoked. This was a moment the pale tom had never expected to witness; he was Skyclan's deputy, standing before his leader in the leader's den. Starclan knows how he'd managed to get here, but he was certain he'd try his absolute hardest in order to maintain Auroraflame's legacy as deputy. He would not fail Skyclan.

[The Cannibal]

"I did come on my own accord Grousestar. "He nodded to the enterance. "I uh.. I would like to ask.. M-May I join your clan. My siblings and my parents lived in this clan. But moons ago, two cats came into the camp and took me away. My mother was Palewater and my father was Duskclaw. My sister was Lavendersplash. They all passed away." The tom said, wrapping his tail around his paws. "I only ask... and I could also help you.. in case Shadowclan attacks. Because... I know fighting moves.. you don't."
The tabby leader fell quiet to let the young cat speak,, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he asked to join the clan. Though as Badgerpaw explained who his family was, what had happened, Grousestar would blink and glance slightly away, raking his brain for the memory before ultimately finding it. He had heard about the occurrence a few moons ago but had unfortunately forgotten it due to the circumstances now at hand with the other clans. Some how this young Skyclan apprentice had ended up in Shadowclan and was now coming back. The mention of fighting moves didn't particularly matter to the leader, he held confidence in Skyclan's own strength and tactics and felt he didn't need secret knowledge on how the other clans fought. After all, they had originally waged war with all of the clans to purge them of their evil leaders.
Regardless though, Grousestar would nod and put on a short, light smile. "I have no reason to turn you away, especially considering you had kin in this clan. Welcome to Skyclan Badgerpaw. I'll have you assigned a mentor soon so that you can continue whatever training you left off on."
| Duskflight |
{Apologies on the wait!}
Doveflight's olive gaze quickly caught sight of the brown tabby, silently taking note of the sheer contrast in their appearances. The milky tom did such things when he was worried or stressed - he liked to think about things in a more abstract light and take himself away from the main severity of a situation in order to think about it in a more neutral light. He knew he had very little to worry about, given he had not failed to uphold any of his duties as Skyclan's deputy, but alas he simply could not calm his troubled mind. He made his way into the den completely, his milky form engulfed by the dimmer lighting that turned his pelt to an almost stoney grey. He maintained eye contact with his leader, mostly out of respect but half because he wanted to analyse Grousestar's every emotion to ensure he was able to maintain only the positive ones. He wanted Grousestar to trust him, but he knew that was a task nearly impossible after Auroraflame's betrayal. Shock and disappointment still loomed within his own chest, having once admired the charcoal feline. It was a topic Doveflight would much rather avoid discussing, but he knew he lacked much say in what Grousestar would want to discuss.
"I see," He hummed thoughtfully, as Grousestar explained why he had wanted to see him. Doveflight sighed with mostly relief, as he pondered up the many different directions this conversation could go in. "How am I fairing as deputy?" He somewhat blurted out, but in a manner that half covered up his impulsive decision. He was desperate to know what his leader thought of his deputyship thus far; what could he do to improve? The milky warrior lowered himself down into a more comfortable seated position, his bushy tail snaking around his rump until it laid atop his large paws comfortably. His olive gaze wandered for a moment, navigating the dark den with ease; he took in the appearance of the den, highlighting some features of it whilst ignoring others. He'd never been in the leader's den before, and this fact was strange to him; at almost 40 moons of age, it was completely abnormal for him to have never been inside such a profound place. He supposed it was because he'd worked alongside Skyclan's deputies more than he Grousestar, giving him no reason to enter the den unprovoked. This was a moment the pale tom had never expected to witness; he was Skyclan's deputy, standing before his leader in the leader's den. Starclan knows how he'd managed to get here, but he was certain he'd try his absolute hardest in order to maintain Auroraflame's legacy as deputy. He would not fail Skyclan.

It wasn't a surprise what the deputy had asked next, if anything, Grousestar had fully expected the milky furred tom to ask it during some point of their conversation. A natural question that any deputy would want to know when they were new to the job, except for perhaps Grousestar when he was deputy. He didn't need to ask the question, he didn't have time to ask the question. He did everything he possibly could and then did extra, even if it was only a moon between his deputy-ship and leadership.
Flickering his gaze directly into Doveflight's, he would smile a light, gentle smile before glancing away, back towards the entrance. He wouldn't answer right away, not purposefully trying to yank up the deputy's anxiety, but surely doing it anyways with his pause. It wasn't that the answer to the question was hard to find, no, he knew what he was going to say to that, it was what came after that was hard. What did he want to discuss with his deputy? He didn't want to talk about Auroraflame... Or did he? Did he want to discuss his decision, on helping to drive Riverclan out? Did he want to get Doveflight's opinion on the general state of the clan, their opinions? That was what was hard.
"You're doing fine, I don't believe I've heard any complaints, nothing out of the ordinary anyways. And at least I know where you're at, and I know that you're not sneaking off to talk to other clans without consulting me."
Flicking an ear in mild agitation, he would let out a sigh and shift in his nest, finally settling on what he wanted to talk about.
"I've done the right thing, haven't I? Forming an alliance with Windclan, who is in turn allied with Shadowclan, will help Skyclan in the future should we ever run into trouble... Correct? I haven't made a fool of myself, or my clan, by finally deciding to pick a side in this never ending tug-of-war? We couldn't stay neutral forever. As pleasing as that may sound, there would eventually be a point where I would be forced to choose. I would rather it be now, when I have the time to think and weigh my options, and not at a gathering, on the spot, pressured with so many eyes watching, waiting."
What started off as questions turned into an inner-monologue that the leader often repeated to himself, about his choice in stepping onto one side of a never-ending battle. His emerald eyes slightly vacant, staring at the ground now before slowly venturing to focus back on his new deputy. "I have not failed Skyclan, have I?"

[Deerlie]

The tabby leader fell quiet to let the young cat speak,, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he asked to join the clan. Though as Badgerpaw explained who his family was, what had happened, Grousestar would blink and glance slightly away, raking his brain for the memory before ultimately finding it. He had heard about the occurrence a few moons ago but had unfortunately forgotten it due to the circumstances now at hand with the other clans. Some how this young Skyclan apprentice had ended up in Shadowclan and was now coming back. The mention of fighting moves didn't particularly matter to the leader, he held confidence in Skyclan's own strength and tactics and felt he didn't need secret knowledge on how the other clans fought. After all, they had originally waged war with all of the clans to purge them of their evil leaders.
Regardless though, Grousestar would nod and put on a short, light smile. "I have no reason to turn you away, especially considering you had kin in this clan. Welcome to Skyclan Badgerpaw. I'll have you assigned a mentor soon so that you can continue whatever training you left off on."

It wasn't a surprise what the deputy had asked next, if anything, Grousestar had fully expected the milky furred tom to ask it during some point of their conversation. A natural question that any deputy would want to know when they were new to the job, except for perhaps Grousestar when he was deputy. He didn't need to ask the question, he didn't have time to ask the question. He did everything he possibly could and then did extra, even if it was only a moon between his deputy-ship and leadership.
Flickering his gaze directly into Doveflight's, he would smile a light, gentle smile before glancing away, back towards the entrance. He wouldn't answer right away, not purposefully trying to yank up the deputy's anxiety, but surely doing it anyways with his pause. It wasn't that the answer to the question was hard to find, no, he knew what he was going to say to that, it was what came after that was hard. What did he want to discuss with his deputy? He didn't want to talk about Auroraflame... Or did he? Did he want to discuss his decision, on helping to drive Riverclan out? Did he want to get Doveflight's opinion on the general state of the clan, their opinions? That was what was hard.
"You're doing fine, I don't believe I've heard any complaints, nothing out of the ordinary anyways. And at least I know where you're at, and I know that you're not sneaking off to talk to other clans without consulting me."
Flicking an ear in mild agitation, he would let out a sigh and shift in his nest, finally settling on what he wanted to talk about.
"I've done the right thing, haven't I? Forming an alliance with Windclan, who is in turn allied with Shadowclan, will help Skyclan in the future should we ever run into trouble... Correct? I haven't made a fool of myself, or my clan, by finally deciding to pick a side in this never ending tug-of-war? We couldn't stay neutral forever. As pleasing as that may sound, there would eventually be a point where I would be forced to choose. I would rather it be now, when I have the time to think and weigh my options, and not at a gathering, on the spot, pressured with so many eyes watching, waiting."
What started off as questions turned into an inner-monologue that the leader often repeated to himself, about his choice in stepping onto one side of a never-ending battle. His emerald eyes slightly vacant, staring at the ground now before slowly venturing to focus back on his new deputy. "I have not failed Skyclan, have I?"

The tom looked up, surprised."Thank you Grousestar. Not for this.. For everything. You let my family stay and you let them die in my clan. I thank you. If they died and had not been held vigil, i wouldn't know what to do. Now that they are at peace and safe under the new trees that grow, I can sleep calmly."The tom dipped his head, backing up. He revealed a plump sparrow he had caught. "A gift from me to you. Even if you turned me down, I would have given this to you for hearing me out."The new Skyclan tom dipped his head again before padding out of the leaders den, his eyes watering from happiness.

[The Cannibal]

The tom looked up, surprised."Thank you Grousestar. Not for this.. For everything. You let my family stay and you let them die in my clan. I thank you. If they died and had not been held vigil, i wouldn't know what to do. Now that they are at peace and safe under the new trees that grow, I can sleep calmly."The tom dipped his head, backing up. He revealed a plump sparrow he had caught. "A gift from me to you. Even if you turned me down, I would have given this to you for hearing me out."The new Skyclan tom dipped his head again before padding out of the leaders den, his eyes watering from happiness.
The Skyclan leader would nod slightly and offer the young tom a genuine, almost fatherly smile. Despite what he was going through, despite everything, he could feel a small spark of happiness in being able to help this young cat. This is why he lead, this is what kept him at it. In the end, he only wanted to help his clan, he wanted to help those in need.
Blinking in slight surprise at the present he was given, he would prepare to thank Badgerpaw, however he was already gone. Instead, he would continue to smile and quietly tuck into the bird. Now he knew he did at least one thing right. He wasn't a complete failure.

[The Cannibal]

Empress Of Evil

To think so many moons ago this den had a different feel to it, a lighter feel, like any cat could come in here and feel as if they were at home. Now it felt dark, cold and damp. It was as if it reflected the very leaders progression from what he was when he began, to what he is now. Once such a bright, cheerful and energetic tom, and now one who can't even bring himself to trust the cats around him, not even himself to make the right choices. It weighed heavily on him, on his heart and on his mind. He had given Auroraflame her position back, after part of the clan, including her, rallied against him at the battle. At the time, he accepted he was wrong, or at least he said he accepted it to the clan but still he was conflicted.
Grousestar didn't want to trust her, he didn't want to trust anyone anymore. He felt he couldn't even trust himself. So now he sat in his den, head in his paws and eyes closed.
More lives lost and for what? Skyclan gained nothing from that. Absolutely nothing, useless battles, dragged into it because of an alliance. An alliance that only benefited them. Well that's done. I can't trust them, any of them. They're power hungry, land hungry. Overgrown apprentices who quarrel over stupid reasons. Maybe they enjoy wasting lives. It was a mistake to bring Skyclan here, we should have stayed in the mountains and let them sort themselves out. We were thriving, we wanted for nothing. It was a paradise.
The brown tabby slowly sunk his claws into the moss bedding below him, his jaw tightening in anger.
I was so naive to think I could just save them and things would be fine afterwards. That they would turn out to be good, civil cats that lived in harmony, that they were worth saving. I've realized this too late now look where we lay.

"Shut up!" Grousestar hissed to himself, lifting his head from his paws and opening his eyes to stare into the dark of his den. These thoughts were so intrusive, the only way to get them to stop was to speak out loud. Growling, the Skyclan leader would sit up in his nest and sigh. What was he doing, what was his life becoming, who was he becoming?

[Empress Of Evil]

Empress Of Evil

To think so many moons ago this den had a different feel to it, a lighter feel, like any cat could come in here and feel as if they were at home. Now it felt dark, cold and damp. It was as if it reflected the very leaders progression from what he was when he began, to what he is now. Once such a bright, cheerful and energetic tom, and now one who can't even bring himself to trust the cats around him, not even himself to make the right choices. It weighed heavily on him, on his heart and on his mind. He had given Auroraflame her position back, after part of the clan, including her, rallied against him at the battle. At the time, he accepted he was wrong, or at least he said he accepted it to the clan but still he was conflicted.
Grousestar didn't want to trust her, he didn't want to trust anyone anymore. He felt he couldn't even trust himself. So now he sat in his den, head in his paws and eyes closed.
More lives lost and for what? Skyclan gained nothing from that. Absolutely nothing, useless battles, dragged into it because of an alliance. An alliance that only benefited them. Well that's done. I can't trust them, any of them. They're power hungry, land hungry. Overgrown apprentices who quarrel over stupid reasons. Maybe they enjoy wasting lives. It was a mistake to bring Skyclan here, we should have stayed in the mountains and let them sort themselves out. We were thriving, we wanted for nothing. It was a paradise.
The brown tabby slowly sunk his claws into the moss bedding below him, his jaw tightening in anger.
I was so naive to think I could just save them and things would be fine afterwards. That they would turn out to be good, civil cats that lived in harmony, that they were worth saving. I've realized this too late now look where we lay.

"Shut up!" Grousestar hissed to himself, lifting his head from his paws and opening his eyes to stare into the dark of his den. These thoughts were so intrusive, the only way to get them to stop was to speak out loud. Growling, the Skyclan leader would sit up in his nest and sigh. What was he doing, what was his life becoming, who was he becoming?

The ebony feline hesitated at the entrance of the leader's den. She hadn't been invited into his den, but Auroraflame wanted to enter anyway. She had noticed how Grousestar had changed in the past couple of moons. Being on camp arrest meant that she had had a lot of time to think and observe her surroundings. One of the many things she had noticed was the change in SkyClan's leader. The brown tabby had once been so cheerful and happy, but now he was distant and lacked that same happy energy. Auroraflame wanted to check on him. Even if she had betrayed him before, she was back and wanted to prove that he could absolutely trust her. She wanted to help him get through whatever it was that was making him struggle.

"Grousestar?" She called when she finally gained enough courage to push her way into the den. "Are you alright?" She managed to push her way just in time to hear the leader hiss to himself. Maybe he hadn't seen her yet. After all, her inky black pelt really helped her to blend in with the darkness of the den. Her icy blue eyes were trained on the leader as he sat up and sighed. "It's me. Auroraflame," she started, a little hesitant to talk. It didn't seem like he was doing alright. Auroraflame could relate. She had just spent the last few moons moping about, feeling like she was worth nothing and just not good enough for anyone. But she had gotten over it eventually, and so would he. Hopefully she would be able to help him through it quicker. SkyClan needed their leader to be strong, else they could very easily fall apart.

She wondered what it was that was bothering him. Maybe it was the stress of the last battle. But that had already passed. Why bother worrying about a battle that had already been fought? Was it her? Was this her fault as well? Had her betrayal stressed him out so much that now he didn't want to trust anyone? Well, she wouldn't know the answer unless she asked.

"What's wrong? I've noticed you've been a little different these past moons," she said in a gentle tone, as she settled down a reasonable distance from the nest. "I know that you may not trust me fully after what I did, but I'm willing to listen if you want to say anything. You don't have to carry your burdens alone," she said. Keeping things all to themselves would never do any good. Sometimes it was alright, but eventually it would tear them apart. Some weights were too heavy to be carried alone, and the pressure had to be shared.

[The Cannibal]

The ebony feline hesitated at the entrance of the leader's den. She hadn't been invited into his den, but Auroraflame wanted to enter anyway. She had noticed how Grousestar had changed in the past couple of moons. Being on camp arrest meant that she had had a lot of time to think and observe her surroundings. One of the many things she had noticed was the change in SkyClan's leader. The brown tabby had once been so cheerful and happy, but now he was distant and lacked that same happy energy. Auroraflame wanted to check on him. Even if she had betrayed him before, she was back and wanted to prove that he could absolutely trust her. She wanted to help him get through whatever it was that was making him struggle.

"Grousestar?" She called when she finally gained enough courage to push her way into the den. "Are you alright?" She managed to push her way just in time to hear the leader hiss to himself. Maybe he hadn't seen her yet. After all, her inky black pelt really helped her to blend in with the darkness of the den. Her icy blue eyes were trained on the leader as he sat up and sighed. "It's me. Auroraflame," she started, a little hesitant to talk. It didn't seem like he was doing alright. Auroraflame could relate. She had just spent the last few moons moping about, feeling like she was worth nothing and just not good enough for anyone. But she had gotten over it eventually, and so would he. Hopefully she would be able to help him through it quicker. SkyClan needed their leader to be strong, else they could very easily fall apart.

She wondered what it was that was bothering him. Maybe it was the stress of the last battle. But that had already passed. Why bother worrying about a battle that had already been fought? Was it her? Was this her fault as well? Had her betrayal stressed him out so much that now he didn't want to trust anyone? Well, she wouldn't know the answer unless she asked.

"What's wrong? I've noticed you've been a little different these past moons," she said in a gentle tone, as she settled down a reasonable distance from the nest. "I know that you may not trust me fully after what I did, but I'm willing to listen if you want to say anything. You don't have to carry your burdens alone," she said. Keeping things all to themselves would never do any good. Sometimes it was alright, but eventually it would tear them apart. Some weights were too heavy to be carried alone, and the pressure had to be shared.
Shortly after he sat up in his nest, he heard a voice call his name from the entrance, a voice he didn't particularly want to hear from at the moment. You don't deserve to know. His mind thought angrily at her question, but he would say nothing, only hang his head and turn his gaze away. She let herself into his den, but Grousestar couldn't bring himself to send her away. Even in this dark time he couldn't find himself to be brash and rude against the clan he at one point loved. Do you still love them? Aggressively he would shake his head and sink his claws into his nest. He didn't need to think like that, he was their leader after all! A leader should never think thoughts like that, if a leader has any doubt about their love for their clan, then they are not fit to lead.
"I know who it is." His voice sounded oddly cold, matching the interior of the den. Slowly, he would force himself to lay back down, even if he was tense and didn't particularly want to.

The deputy settled herself a small distance from his nest, and quietly the brown tabby was thankful. Because he didn't fully trust her and even her presence in his den currently sent confusion and anger through him. He still saw her as a betraying cat, even if her cause was well intended. He still focused heavily on the fact that she would ally with cats from other clans without telling him, and then, to find out that, whether influenced by her or not, there were others in Skyclan that were ready to turn against him and their clanmates should they not agree with how he leads. That's not how a clan should run, and it would have never happened if they had just stayed in the mountains.

"There are a lot of things wrong Auroraflame." The tone was low, brimming with a mixture of emotions that Grousestar held bottled up inside. There was a dull glint in his eye, but he would not look at her, instead focusing somewhere around her paws. "And you're right. I don't trust you. I'm not even sure if I can trust my own clan anymore. I can't trust myself. My decisions. My own mind."

Grousestar's claws would knead his bedding angrily before he forced himself to stop with a shudder. There was so much bottled emotions, it was dangerous territory. "You wouldn't know anything of the burdens I carry, the weight of my decisions. It's easy for you to say if something is wrong or right because you don't have the entirety of a clan upon your back. And it's easy for them to do the same because they don't have any idea of what it's like. It was a mistake to bring Skyclan to this place. These clans have done nothing but corrupt our once peaceful clan, and break me down into a cat that was nothing like the cat I was before." His voice was as sharp and cold as an icicle. It was so terrifyingly different than the cat he was moons before. And yet, it was more as if he was talking to himself than at her. Perhaps he imagined he was talking to himself to make it easier.

[Empress Of Evil]

Shortly after he sat up in his nest, he heard a voice call his name from the entrance, a voice he didn't particularly want to hear from at the moment. You don't deserve to know. His mind thought angrily at her question, but he would say nothing, only hang his head and turn his gaze away. She let herself into his den, but Grousestar couldn't bring himself to send her away. Even in this dark time he couldn't find himself to be brash and rude against the clan he at one point loved. Do you still love them? Aggressively he would shake his head and sink his claws into his nest. He didn't need to think like that, he was their leader after all! A leader should never think thoughts like that, if a leader has any doubt about their love for their clan, then they are not fit to lead.
"I know who it is." His voice sounded oddly cold, matching the interior of the den. Slowly, he would force himself to lay back down, even if he was tense and didn't particularly want to.

The deputy settled herself a small distance from his nest, and quietly the brown tabby was thankful. Because he didn't fully trust her and even her presence in his den currently sent confusion and anger through him. He still saw her as a betraying cat, even if her cause was well intended. He still focused heavily on the fact that she would ally with cats from other clans without telling him, and then, to find out that, whether influenced by her or not, there were others in Skyclan that were ready to turn against him and their clanmates should they not agree with how he leads. That's not how a clan should run, and it would have never happened if they had just stayed in the mountains.

"There are a lot of things wrong Auroraflame." The tone was low, brimming with a mixture of emotions that Grousestar held bottled up inside. There was a dull glint in his eye, but he would not look at her, instead focusing somewhere around her paws. "And you're right. I don't trust you. I'm not even sure if I can trust my own clan anymore. I can't trust myself. My decisions. My own mind."

Grousestar's claws would knead his bedding angrily before he forced himself to stop with a shudder. There was so much bottled emotions, it was dangerous territory. "You wouldn't know anything of the burdens I carry, the weight of my decisions. It's easy for you to say if something is wrong or right because you don't have the entirety of a clan upon your back. And it's easy for them to do the same because they don't have any idea of what it's like. It was a mistake to bring Skyclan to this place. These clans have done nothing but corrupt our once peaceful clan, and break me down into a cat that was nothing like the cat I was before." His voice was as sharp and cold as an icicle. It was so terrifyingly different than the cat he was moons before. And yet, it was more as if he was talking to himself than at her. Perhaps he imagined he was talking to himself to make it easier.

The charcoal feline could sense the coldness in his words. She hated it. She hated to hear such coldness pulsing through the words of what was supposed to be an admirably cheerful cat. Grousestar had changed, there was absolutely no doubt about that. It was chilling to think about it as the reality of it hit her. For a moment, Auroraflame questioned her ability to help the tom and considered backing out of the den. No one said it was going to be easy, she reminded herself, something that she would tell herself whenever she felt like giving up. She would just have to give it a shot and hope for the best. "Of course," she said, dipping her head as a sign of respect. There had been an awkward silence as no words were exchanged between the two, and she had decided to fill it up. But yet another awkward silence fell on them once again. Since she had betrayed him and everything else had happened, Auroraflame feared that things would never be the same between them again.

Auroraflame cleared her throat awkwardly in an attempt to break the awkward silence, but nothing happened for a couple more moments. When Grousestar finally broke the silence, the deputy let out a breath of relief she had realised she had been holding. She wasn't sure how much longer she could've stayed silent for. She gazed into his eyes, trying to make eye contact with him, but the tom refused to meet her gaze, and her whiskers twitched with worry. She opened her mouth to say something when he had finished talking, but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do to comfort the tom. What could she possibly say? That he was okay? That he was perfectly capable of making decisions with a clear mind right now? She'd be lying and they would both know that. "I-I'm sorry." She wasn't entirely sure what she was apologizing for, but probably for the fact that she had betrayed him and broken his sense of trust in other cats.

She sat there, dumbfounded as he continued speaking. She had suspected that he had been struggling, but she hadn't expected him to be struggling this badly. The once cheerful leader sounded like he had fallen into pit, into a tunnel that was leading him to a bad place. "You're right. I don't know what it's like to carry your burdens. I don't know what it's like to carry the entirety of the clan on my back. But you don't have to do that any longer. I'm your deputy. Even if you don't trust me anymore, long ago you appointed me to help you and I will continue to do that now. You can share your problems with me and I will help you to carry this weight. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for a reason," she said gently. There were times during her deputyship where she had wondered if her only job was to organize patrols, report to the leader and be there only to listen while Grousestar met with the other high ranks and made the decisions for the clan. But now, she realized that perhaps that wasn't the only side to deputyship. The position had been created for more than just what she'd thought. "Look, maybe it wasn't the best decision but there's not much we can do about it. We just have to move on. I doubt things would've stayed peaceful for us forever anyway. Life is full of challenges and this is just a particularly hard one. But you can't give up so easily. If you just give up you'll die with so many regrets. You can be better than this," she said kindly. She wasn't sure what else she could do to motivate this fallen leader. He really did seem to have lost all hope for the clan.

[vellichor]

Well, he’d made it.

Windystar had crept through both his own territory and SkyClan’s, dodged a few pesky patrols and gotten a thorn stuck in his pad. He’d pulled it out, but it still hurt. His paws were dusty and sore, his soft fur ruffled. He had to clean himself up, make himself seem presentable. The leader stood outside SkyClan’s camp, nearly ready to reveal his prescence. He had to groom his paws, clean up the last of the blood on his paw pad, smooth out his wind-blown fur. Well, as much as he could.

Why was he here? To see Grousestar, of course. To think that Windystar didn’t note the way that Grousestar acted at the Gathering would be a blatant lie. Being a very emotionally inclined cat himself, he knew that something was wrong. He didn’t know about the other leaders, but the sandy feline cared more about his fellow leaders’ mental health and emotional states more than alliances or dumb wars. His end goal was to become friends (or at least friendly acquaintances) with as many leaders as he could. He wanted peace, not hate. Grousestar was the first for two reasons. He seemed most in need of a friend, and he seemed the most reasonable of the leaders.

Making up his mind, Windystar stepped into the camp and made his way toward what he hoped was the leader’s den. He couldn’t just stand there forever, so he whisper-called gently to the other leader, hoping he was in his den. “Grousestar? It’s me, Windystar - I just want to talk, please?” Using patience and a gentle tone would be the key to this meeting. And maybe Auroraflame could help him to convince Grousestar that he meant no harm. He awkwardly looked around, knowing SkyClanners would most likely stare at him. That was fine, he was sure he’d do the same. He wasn’t here for them.

The Cannibal

[The Cannibal]

Sagittarius

The Skyclan leader was curled up in his nest, not sleeping, but staring at the wall with his back to the entrance of his den. His eyes still stung with grief, and it clung to his pelt, rooting him to his nest, rooting him in this position. He didn't wish to speak to anyone, to see anyone, to acknowledge anyone. His deputy was gone before he could even forgive her, she died knowing he still distrusted her. And even after that, he still couldn't bring himself to fully trust his own clan, or any of the other clans. It felt as if he were having all 8 of his remaining lives ripped from him, searing through all of his being and leaving him powerless to even so much as move. The Skyclan leader was in a pathetic state and it showed.

At first the words spoken from the entrance didn't register and Grousestar simply laid their, his ears swiveling back before he realized what had been said. Immediately he narrowed his eyes and lifted his head, a spark of anger pushing back against the tide of grief rippling inside of him. "I said I'm done with allegiances. You four clans have damaged Skyclan enough, I want to salvage what I have left of my clan." Shakily the leader, much skinnier than what he was at the gathering, stood, turning to face the Shadowclan leader with a face that was not at all friendly. Despite the anger though, sadness could be seen just under the surface, the fur around his eyes damp from countless tears that had been shed.

"You have no business sneaking into my clan to try and convince me to save you. I'm not saving anyone anymore. All I've gotten from saving cats is more Skyclan blood spilled and trust broken. I will have none of it." Despite Windystar never saying that he wanted to ally with Skyclan, Grousestar assumed it. That's all he saw the other clans as, cats that vied for favor so that they could use you. He was tired of it. Never would he had guessed that the new leader would want to simply... Talk.

[vellichor]

The Cannibal

He waited awhile outside. Too long, if you ask him. Something had to be up, or maybe the SkyClan leader was simply... ignoring him. Windystar hoped that wasn't the case. He had seen the bad shape that Grousestar was in at the last Gathering. StarClan only knew what was going on, how the leader he had seen as unwavering and kind had broken. It was up to him to pick up the pieces and help this cat in need. It's what he did, no matter the outcome for him. Whether Grousestar would accept him or, more realistically, snap at him and tell him to leave, Windystar would stay until he thought he had made a difference.

The sandy feline's heart pounded in his chest as he heard shuffling. And then, he saw the SkyClan leader. His ears flattened against his skull as he looked the frail cat up and down. This was bad. And here he was, snapping at the ShadowClan leader but he could definitely see signs of underlying sadness. This hurt his heart. He listened to what the leader said without interruption; this needed to go well or else he could run the risk of endangering his own Clan. When he was finished, Windystar shook his head. "Grousestar, I'm not like Blazingstar or Fallenstar. I'm not going to come in here, use your Clan, and leave like nothing happened." Bold words? Maybe. But would they work? "I don't want an allegiance. I want to talk to you. Not as leaders, but as... cats." Hmm, kind of an awkward ending, yes. But he was okay with that.

He wouldn't move, enter, exit, without Grousestar's command. He didn't want to threaten the vulnerable tom. Instead, Windystar nonchalantly took a paw and drew it over his ears, trying to kill time while he figured out what to say next. "I just want to talk is all. Forget petty alliances." the large cat nearly snarled at the word "alliances". That stupid word had killed too many cats, broken too many hearts, and hurt too many leaders. In his eyes, war was stupid and a coward's way out of a situation. He was the kind of tom who would rather fight with words than claws.

[The Cannibal]

Sagittarius

Grousestar didn't miss Windystar looking him up and down, taking in his appearance, and it sparked a dull fire of anger in his chest. The new leader had no business judging him and his appearance. He saved his clan, he saved all of the clans from the rule of the evil leaders. He deserved respect even in the state he was currently in. However he was slightly appeased when his speech was uninterrupted.

The tabby tom's pupils narrowed into near slits though as he saw the other leader shake his head and before he could question the motion, the Shadowclan leader continued. And what he heard was not.. What he expected. In fact, he had to blink, as if to make sure that he was awake, he was conscious and hearing things right. This tom.. This leader.. Would travel all the way from Shadowclan just to talk to him? Not even about alliances or treaties or politics.. Just to talk? For a moment all he could do was just stare at the other leader, the gears in his mind turning, trying to process and think of underlying meaning. What in Starclan's name would this cat want to talk about if it wasn't for the gain of his own clan? That's what all of the other leaders seemed so heavily focused on, even if it was only using him for their benefit.

Grousestar flinched slightly as he saw Windystar take a paw and draw it over his ears. Slowly flicking an ear, the older tom would eye him one more time before subtly nodding and turning, gesturing with his tail for the other leader to follow him into his den. "Should any mention of an alliance come up, I will personally take one of your lives as punishment for your blatant disrespect." The words were empty threats. Grousestar would never bring himself to break the warrior code, no matter how hurt, no matter how battered, no matter how upset he got. Sometimes he thought that was the only thing keeping him going. Sighing quietly, he settled into his nest and fixated his attention on Windystar. "You have my attention."

[The Cannibal]

Charmer

The tom laid in his den quietly, curled up in his nest with his back to the entrance. He hadn't been seen much around camp since Auroraflame's death, aside from haphazardly assigning cats to various patrols. He didn't go around camp, asking cats how they are and having conversation with them anymore, in fact, he didn't actively speak to anyone unless they spoke to him. He didn't go out on his walks in the territory anymore, he hardly came outside of his den aside from necessity to eat and make dirt. It wasn't healthy. But at this time.. Grousestar didn't care.
There were so many things weighing him down and so few cats that he could actually talk to about it that it was physically dragging him to the ground, practically gluing him to the nest he lied in now. There were so few cats he trusted now, it felt like at any moment his clan could turn against him because a few cats decided they didn't like his decisions, throwing the entire warrior code away. What was the point in being leader if your clan decided when you had the power to decide for them and when not? What was he anymore? Did his clan not trust him? Because surely, he was feeling that about them. Regardless.. He would lead. But for right now, he distrusted others. Including those of his own clan.

[Charmer]

Shinefang shuffled into Grousestar's den and found the leader curled in his nest. He'd been this way since Auroraflame's death, secluded, barely functional as a leader. He wasn't acting like the calm and collected leader he had always been. Here the tom sat throwing a tantrum like an apprentice assign the change the elder's bedding. Of course Groustar had every right to be angry, but that didn't change the fact that Skyclan still needed him. The old tom let out a low growl, muffled by the sprigs of chamomile he lodged between his teeth. Making no effort to quite his foot steps, Shinefang wove around to stand in front of his leader's face, his back to the den wall. When he thought the leader was looking at him, Shinefang let the herbs drop unceremoniously from his jaws. "Still moping, I see," the medicine cat remarked gruffly. "Any idea how long you plan to keep that up? Last time I checked, leaders of clan generally try to go among their clanmates for more than ceremonies and other bare necessities to keep clan life going. Of course, I'm only your medicine cat. What do I know?" He added, shrugging his bony shoulders.

[The Cannibal]

Charmer

Despite his current condition, Grousestar was fully aware of the pawsteps that shuffled into his den, his right ear just barely swiveling towards the location of the noise. A very mild twinge of curiosity poked at him, but not enough for him to lift his head and fully look at whoever it was that bothered to come to him. It was the growl that came from the cat as they padded in front of him that caused him to lift his head and fully stare at the cat that bothered to walk around and face him directly instead of talking to his back. It was the medicine cat, his medicine cat, Shinefang. A small flicker of anger ignited in him. This was a cat that had decided it was right to break the warrior code and rebel against him and their clan in the middle of battle just because they thought what he was doing was wrong. This was a cat that would likely do it again on any given whim.
The herbs dropped from the older toms jaws, but Grousestar stared solely at Shinefang. He had half the intention of sending this tom out of his den as unceremoniously as the tom had dropped the herbs. But he held his tongue. "You're right. What do you know Shinefang? Clearly not the warrior code. That part where the clan leaders word is the code? Or have you forgotten that? The choices I make are always with good intention for Skyclan, there has never been a time where I put myself before any member of this clan. There was no reason for you or others to suddenly distrust me, unless its been something you've been holding for a while. So is that in Shinefang? Have you always lacked trust in me, in my decision making for the clan?" Slowly the tom would stand up and despite there being anger and sharpness in his voice, there was pain in his eyes. He, at one point, wanted to consider Shinefang a friend. Wanted to consider him a cat he could trust, just as he did with Auroraflame. But now he was speaking his mind, speaking his fears. And it hurt him that he couldn't just forgive and forget what Shinefang did, just as with his former deputy. It could never be that simple, because there was always that thought. What if he did it again? What if Shinefang was still holding secret meetings, speaking with other clans? Plotting against him? How could you bring yourself to trust them again knowing he's already done it once?

[Charmer]

Charmer

Despite his current condition, Grousestar was fully aware of the pawsteps that shuffled into his den, his right ear just barely swiveling towards the location of the noise. A very mild twinge of curiosity poked at him, but not enough for him to lift his head and fully look at whoever it was that bothered to come to him. It was the growl that came from the cat as they padded in front of him that caused him to lift his head and fully stare at the cat that bothered to walk around and face him directly instead of talking to his back. It was the medicine cat, his medicine cat, Shinefang. A small flicker of anger ignited in him. This was a cat that had decided it was right to break the warrior code and rebel against him and their clan in the middle of battle just because they thought what he was doing was wrong. This was a cat that would likely do it again on any given whim.
The herbs dropped from the older toms jaws, but Grousestar stared solely at Shinefang. He had half the intention of sending this tom out of his den as unceremoniously as the tom had dropped the herbs. But he held his tongue. "You're right. What do you know Shinefang? Clearly not the warrior code. That part where the clan leaders word is the code? Or have you forgotten that? The choices I make are always with good intention for Skyclan, there has never been a time where I put myself before any member of this clan. There was no reason for you or others to suddenly distrust me, unless its been something you've been holding for a while. So is that in Shinefang? Have you always lacked trust in me, in my decision making for the clan?" Slowly the tom would stand up and despite there being anger and sharpness in his voice, there was pain in his eyes. He, at one point, wanted to consider Shinefang a friend. Wanted to consider him a cat he could trust, just as he did with Auroraflame. But now he was speaking his mind, speaking his fears. And it hurt him that he couldn't just forgive and forget what Shinefang did, just as with his former deputy. It could never be that simple, because there was always that thought. What if he did it again? What if Shinefang was still holding secret meetings, speaking with other clans? Plotting against him? How could you bring yourself to trust them again knowing he's already done it once?

The old medicine cat narrowed his eye at his leader's remarks about his knowledge of the warrior code. Still, in spit of the grizzly tom's hot temper, he managed to keep his mouth shut and wait for his leader to finish speaking, honestly relieved he evidently still had the strength of spirit to do so. He wanted to let his tail bush and have his hair stand on end, but the pain in his leader's eyes as Grousestar spoke took the gnarled edge off his anger. When the brown tabby was finished, Shinefang waited for a long moment, then replied. "First of all, if you think I'm too old cuff the ear of a younger cat claiming that I don't know the warrior code, you might want to think again. I've been serving Skyclan since before your parents were apprenticed. Second..." he paused, weighing his words carefully. "Second, I'm sorry for breaking your trust like that. I did it for the same reasons you did. For Skyclan. I tried to tell you about my concerns, but I should have tried harder to make you listen. Not because I don't trust you. To answer your question, that has never been the case. I think you're a great leader to Skyclan. What I don't trust are some of these hot-headed clan leaders like Blazingstar and Fallenstar who would sooner battle than talk out their problems for a moment. You can trust someone immensely and they can still be wrong. I think you were wrong about Blazingstar. I still do. You're going to be wrong sometimes as a warriors, apprentice, or leader. You may not be a medicine cat, but you probably at least know what a death berry looks like and if I were to hand a cat one thinking it was a juniper berry, I'd want you to do everything in your power to keep that cat from eating that berry." The old tom paused. "I don't expect you to trust me again like you did. In some ways, that's good judgement on your part. Not because I'm plotting and scheming, mind you, but because I went behind your back once and you have the good sense to be suspicious of a cat who does that... but for what little it's worth, I am sorry."

[The Cannibal]

The old medicine cat narrowed his eye at his leader's remarks about his knowledge of the warrior code. Still, in spit of the grizzly tom's hot temper, he managed to keep his mouth shut and wait for his leader to finish speaking, honestly relieved he evidently still had the strength of spirit to do so. He wanted to let his tail bush and have his hair stand on end, but the pain in his leader's eyes as Grousestar spoke took the gnarled edge off his anger. When the brown tabby was finished, Shinefang waited for a long moment, then replied. "First of all, if you think I'm too old cuff the ear of a younger cat claiming that I don't know the warrior code, you might want to think again. I've been serving Skyclan since before your parents were apprenticed. Second..." he paused, weighing his words carefully. "Second, I'm sorry for breaking your trust like that. I did it for the same reasons you did. For Skyclan. I tried to tell you about my concerns, but I should have tried harder to make you listen. Not because I don't trust you. To answer your question, that has never been the case. I think you're a great leader to Skyclan. What I don't trust are some of these hot-headed clan leaders like Blazingstar and Fallenstar who would sooner battle than talk out their problems for a moment. You can trust someone immensely and they can still be wrong. I think you were wrong about Blazingstar. I still do. You're going to be wrong sometimes as a warriors, apprentice, or leader. You may not be a medicine cat, but you probably at least know what a death berry looks like and if I were to hand a cat one thinking it was a juniper berry, I'd want you to do everything in your power to keep that cat from eating that berry." The old tom paused. "I don't expect you to trust me again like you did. In some ways, that's good judgement on your part. Not because I'm plotting and scheming, mind you, but because I went behind your back once and you have the good sense to be suspicious of a cat who does that... but for what little it's worth, I am sorry."
Grousestar knew well of the older toms temper, but in the moment, he didn't care. If Shinefang had lashed out, had he even made a move to, it would have only further degraded their relationship and further pushed his distrust. In this time, it was good for the medicine cat to hold enough strength to not outright cuff the leader, even if he was wrong.
The words that were first spoken made the leaders fur bristle along his spine, ready to further iterate the point where the medicine cat had betrayed him, which was a deliberate breaking of the code. But he paused before he could get the words out, not quite expecting what next came out of the other tom's mouth. His fur laid smooth for the most part and his aggression melded away. It was an apology... Not a half-hearted quick one, but one that actually.. It somehow reached him, even in this state.
It wasn't enough to mend the gap between them, but something to help the wound heal so that possibly... Possibly they could reform that trust. Glancing to the ground, the leader sat back down, shoulders sagging again. It was confusing and frustrating to go through so many emotions and still not be clear on where you stand. He wished for clarity and peace of mind.. But this was better than his blind anger and mistrust.
"I... I don't think I can forgive you yet.. No, not yet Shinefang." There was a slight pause as the leader searched for the words. "Even in Auroraflame's passing I haven't found myself able to fully forgive her.. But.. I'm glad that you understand that.. That things might not be the same. Some cats blow this off as.. As nothing. Perhaps even as a good thing.. It's nice to know that someone understands what.. What it's done to me. Or at least taken a moment to.. Explain. At least I know, for you, it wasn't about trust on my part, but the other leaders. And I see that now, well, with Blazingstar anyways. It was a mistake. I accept that. I was.. I was too desperate to pick an ally, planning for the future, to fully weigh the consequences." Grousestar stopped himself, shaking his head. "I'm rambling. What was it that.. You came in here for?" His gaze finally lifted back to the face of Shinefang, anger gone, but a whirlwind of other emotions clear as day.

[vellichor]

The Cannibal

It seemed that the fluffy tom made the right decision to let Grousestar remain uninterrupted. He recieved no growls, no snarls or harsh words aside from when Grousestar misinterpreted his intentions. Which, in the leader’s current state, could Windystar blame him? He had assumed that the leader was upset still because of the wars and unnecessary violence. Where was Auroraflame? Could she help him reason with Grousestar?

Hopefully this meeting - no, that sounded too formal. This conversation would go well. The ShadowClan cat would probably be poking at a few sore subjects. He would have to use a gentle tone, know when to quit, and treat the cat before him with respect. A gentle tail flick would pull him forward, sitting down on the ground while the other settled in his nest. He didn’t mind; in fact, it was probably better that he didn’t. The kind feline listened to Grousestar’s last warning, nodding along. Even though he knew it was most likely an empty threat, Windystar responded, "Thank you."

Though he tingled with nervous energy (he didn’t think he’d really get this far!), Windystar forced himself to keep still, save for a few small twitches in his fluffy tail. "I -" he cut himself off; his voice was about 3 octaves too high and full of nerves. Calm. "I wanted to talk to you because I noticed how you were acting last Gathering." This might be a sore subject, so he quickly went on. "I’ve always looked up to you, Grousestar - even as a young warrior, you seemed like the brains, the level-headed leader. You seemed a lot like I was. What I wanted to be if I was ever chosen as a deputy. Kind and peaceful, reasonable and fair. These are all things I’ve strived to be." The emotional cat forced himself to take a few deep breaths before continuing. "Times have been rough. I hate to see a wonderful cat like you in this kind of state. What you need is not an alliance, not a treaty, but someone you can turn to in times of need. Someone who doesn’t demand anything back. A shoulder to lean on, per se." He would stop there, in order to gauge the tom’s reaction to figure out what to say next. He kept his bright amber hues moving, flickering between his paws and Grousestar, hoping to find something there.

[Charmer]

Grousestar knew well of the older toms temper, but in the moment, he didn't care. If Shinefang had lashed out, had he even made a move to, it would have only further degraded their relationship and further pushed his distrust. In this time, it was good for the medicine cat to hold enough strength to not outright cuff the leader, even if he was wrong.
The words that were first spoken made the leaders fur bristle along his spine, ready to further iterate the point where the medicine cat had betrayed him, which was a deliberate breaking of the code. But he paused before he could get the words out, not quite expecting what next came out of the other tom's mouth. His fur laid smooth for the most part and his aggression melded away. It was an apology... Not a half-hearted quick one, but one that actually.. It somehow reached him, even in this state.
It wasn't enough to mend the gap between them, but something to help the wound heal so that possibly... Possibly they could reform that trust. Glancing to the ground, the leader sat back down, shoulders sagging again. It was confusing and frustrating to go through so many emotions and still not be clear on where you stand. He wished for clarity and peace of mind.. But this was better than his blind anger and mistrust.
"I... I don't think I can forgive you yet.. No, not yet Shinefang." There was a slight pause as the leader searched for the words. "Even in Auroraflame's passing I haven't found myself able to fully forgive her.. But.. I'm glad that you understand that.. That things might not be the same. Some cats blow this off as.. As nothing. Perhaps even as a good thing.. It's nice to know that someone understands what.. What it's done to me. Or at least taken a moment to.. Explain. At least I know, for you, it wasn't about trust on my part, but the other leaders. And I see that now, well, with Blazingstar anyways. It was a mistake. I accept that. I was.. I was too desperate to pick an ally, planning for the future, to fully weigh the consequences." Grousestar stopped himself, shaking his head. "I'm rambling. What was it that.. You came in here for?" His gaze finally lifted back to the face of Shinefang, anger gone, but a whirlwind of other emotions clear as day.

Like frost on a newleaf morning, Shinefang watched as the Grousestar's cold rage began to thaw before his eye. At the leader's admission that he could not forgive the betrayal yet, Shinefang only gave a deep nod. "Trust is earned, not given. You want more time and that's only fair. Each of us did what we felt we had to do for our clan. Nothing more. Nothing less." Then Grousestar looked Shinefang in the eye, and the younger cat looked more clear-headed than he had in half a moon. It warmed the old tom's heart to see life back in the leader again, that ease of mind that was what told the old tom his clan was in capable paws. Shinefang nudged the chamomile he'd brought a little closer. "Thought you could use something to ease your worry a little. No one saw me bring it in. That's it." With that as his only explanation, Shinefang stood and began to walk back toward the den's exit.

[The Cannibal]

Sagittarius

The Skyclan leader's gaze was unwavering as he waited for the Shadowclan leader to begin speaking, right now his gaze was subdued, somewhat masking what he was feeling. It was hard to bottle up these emotions again, especially considering they were more than just brief feelings, but Grousestar knew he was in the presence of another leader and had to maintain some sort of mask. This wasn't just some.. Cat. They both held the same authority over their clans, even if the brown tabby was exactly doing his best as leader at the moment.

His pupils narrowed slightly as Windystar started, the voice high and squeaky like that of a nervous young warrior, but he cut himself off and attempted to start again. Sometimes Grousestar forgot he was the oldest leader amongst the others, and with that realization brought guilt. You've been acting like a mopey apprentice with nothing better to do than to cry and wallow in your emotions. The thought caused him to glower for a moment before he forced himself to focus back on the actual cat in front of him. He'd have time later to deal with his own thoughts.
When he heard what Windystar said, he blinked. Ready to question what the other leader was implying or outright saying. How had he been acting the previous gathering? But he stopped himself seeing as the other leader continued, following up with a much different approach than what he originally thought was going to be taken. It struck a chord in his heart, bringing back his previous thought. 'There are cats that still look up to you, or once did. You're letting them down. You're letting everyone down.'

It made his chest ache with grief and confusion, but his gaze remained glued to Windystar, waiting for him to continue, begging him to continue because if he spoke now his voice would break and his mask would shatter. Thankfully the younger leader did continue and it diverged further down a path that Grousestar did not expect. Waiting for his throat to unclench and the feeling of wishing to grieve to fade away, the brown tabby lightly cleared his throat. "I believe.. The word your looking for is a friend. You're saying I need a.. Friend." His words were spoken softly, as if to not strain his vocal chords and to keep his voice from quavering with his own emotions. This young leader made his way all the way from Shadowclan to Skyclan, took the risk of being battered by warriors and accusations, took the risk of possibly making an enemy of him, just to.. "Are.. Are you offering your friendship towards me, Windystar?"

[vellichor]

The Cannibal

Windystar didn't feel as nervous as he thought he would. Yes, he was talking to the oldest, most experienced leader in the five Clans about friendship, but other than that, it was fine. Only a few of his nervous habits were actually showing. His fuzzy tail tip only flickered a little bit, grazing the hard floor. He forced himself not to sheathe and unsheathe his claws, one of his other nervous habits. That one he knew he should probably try to stop. He couldn't stop his tail though; it was as if it had a mind of it's own.

While he was speaking, he had noted the nonverbal reactions that Grousestar had shown. Narrowing of the pupils when he started (which only caused a little more embarrassment to Windystar), a quick blink (perhaps out of surprise), the way he'd kept his eyes fully on Windy. Though he was good at reading cat's emotions, it seemed Grousestar's didn't want to be known. As if they were hiding behind some sort of wall, a wall of strength and image. 'Fine,' he thought, realizing that the tom would have a reason he didn't want to make his emotions known. After all, they were equals, two leaders. He couldn't show weakness. Neither of them could. And yet, WIndystar already had. From his embarrassing start to his questionable ending. He had braced himself for the worst, and instead received... a question. Nothing accusatory, either. He very nearly broke down crying at the spot. With happy tears, of course. He couldn't believe that his ludicrous idea might become a reality.

He totally focused his bright gaze on Grousestar. "Yes," he answered the first question along with a small nod. He held his breath as the SkyClan leader went to speak again with no obvious negativity. He could have rejoiced right there. But he wasn't done. Just because Grousestar had made the connection didn't mean that he would accept. After all, Windy was a new leader. Young, inexperienced. But, he thought that a cat like him was what the Clans needed. Not someone who constantly fights with the other leaders, but someone who befriends them. "I am, Grousestar. Nothing more, nothing less.". Windystar had to vow to himself not to stoop so low as to force Groustsar to ally with ShadowClan, and of course not to fight with him. There would be no forcing in this, hopefully. Just a positive relationship. Windystar hoped for a positive answer.

[Mango]

The Cannibal

Fennelheart stormed angrily into Grousestar’s den and spat on the ground before looking up at him,” What in Starclan’s name was that announcement. I mean no disrespect Grousestar, but are you a mouse brain? Joining Riverclan? Do you have no pride for Skyclan? Starclan created five clans for a reason, I’m certain Starclan wants five clans still. And, why did you appoint a Riverclanner as our deputy, if you insist on going through this, at least appoint a Skyclanner as deputy, so we will be equally represented, sir.” She took a deep breathe,” Sorry I snapped sir, I just really strongly disagree with this decision.” She confessed her eyes ablazed with rage and fury. She was fighting not to attack Grousestar and call him a traitor. First joining our clan with Riverclan, then appointing a Riverclanner as deputy...what next, he’ll resign. Starclan must be furious with him. But, the leader’s word is the word of Starclan...

[The Cannibal]

Okapi

Grousestar sat up in his nest as he heard the approach of pawsteps outside of his den, his eyes immediately focusing on Fennelheart as she stormed in and spat at the very ground before him, his pupils narrowing and his jaw tightening. Being the polite cat he was, he would let her finish what she was saying, but already it was readily apparent he did not like the tone and attitude she was using with him. And it seems she thought her apology would just clear it up as if she didn't spit at the very feet of her leader.
Grousestar would stand in his nest and glare down at the female warrior, face taught with stern anger. "I know that I am generally seen as a relaxed and easy going leader, but I will not tolerate that tone in my den. You do not spit at me in my own den, and you do not call me a mouse brain. I am your leader, not your fellow warrior. I do not stand for blatant disrespect." His voice was sharp and easily heard, and his emerald eyes only reflected the muted anger he showed in his demeanor.
"I understand that moving is a big choice, and that not everyone is happy with it. But I have never taught my clan hatred for another clan. It is a shame that you see a problem with a Riverclan deputy. And it is a shame that you feel this strongly against joining another clan. Unfortunately, my decision is final and no amount of your disrespect will sway me in this matter. In fact, maybe you should stick with the apprentices in helping the elders move. Perhaps that will teach you some humility."

[Mango]

Okapi

Grousestar sat up in his nest as he heard the approach of pawsteps outside of his den, his eyes immediately focusing on Fennelheart as she stormed in and spat at the very ground before him, his pupils narrowing and his jaw tightening. Being the polite cat he was, he would let her finish what she was saying, but already it was readily apparent he did not like the tone and attitude she was using with him. And it seems she thought her apology would just clear it up as if she didn't spit at the very feet of her leader.
Grousestar would stand in his nest and glare down at the female warrior, face taught with stern anger. "I know that I am generally seen as a relaxed and easy going leader, but I will not tolerate that tone in my den. You do not spit at me in my own den, and you do not call me a mouse brain. I am your leader, not your fellow warrior. I do not stand for blatant disrespect." His voice was sharp and easily heard, and his emerald eyes only reflected the muted anger he showed in his demeanor.
"I understand that moving is a big choice, and that not everyone is happy with it. But I have never taught my clan hatred for another clan. It is a shame that you see a problem with a Riverclan deputy. And it is a shame that you feel this strongly against joining another clan. Unfortunately, my decision is final and no amount of your disrespect will sway me in this matter. In fact, maybe you should stick with the apprentices in helping the elders move. Perhaps that will teach you some humility."
Fennelheart went flush at getting told she would be treated like an apprentice for a bit,” I’m sorry Grousestar...I just was mad, and didn’t really throughly plan out what I was going to say, it was really disrespectful of me.” She flicked her tail,” The reason I have an issue with Frostflight being from Riverclan, is because, when you either resign or die, I feel that the members of Skyclan will be miss represented, as most of the apprentices will see the day you aren’t leader. I know I probably don’t need to worry about you stepping down from power any time soon, but I care about the kits and apprentices not being fairly represented when they are senior warriors.” She meowed hoping that Grousestar would not be offended that she aknowledged that he wasn’t immortal and the apprentices might see the day he isn’t the leader.