RiverClan Floodstone

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*Bluefang put a shell in the "Allow everyone to join RiverClan" pile*

[Shade.]

The question Pilestar put before them perplexed him. The outsider's names were inane, and he had no idea what they needed new elders for. But the question wasn't as simple as it seemed. One might assume that, with his unwavering loyalty and aggressive demeanor, Darktwist would not want anyone joining RiverClan. However, new cats meant new strength, new blood to have kits and new knowledge. Plus, he didn't discriminate. Just because he was loyal to RiverClan didn't mean he hated his clanmates any less than cats outside RiverClan. After sone thought, Darktwist picked up a shell and placed it in the left, "everyone is welcome to join" area, already regretting his decision.

[sock]

Rainglow waited until at least one cat went up to vote before him. He didn't like having any eyes on him. With a shake of his pelt, he straightened up, raised his chin, and I CAN'T DO THIS! The tom sat back down, flicking his tail in aggravation. He gave himself a pep-talk, and then stood up again, and ran as fast as he could to the shells. As quickly as possible, he put his shell in the 'All outsiders and former clan-cats welcome' pile. After that, he shot back to his spot, and flopped down. That's probably the hardest thing I'll ever do in my life.

[Ian]

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Flamebriar
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The large calico's ears swiveled at the brief chaos that unfolded but did not get involved. Instead, she listened to the meeting as new outsiders were brought into the Clan. What the heck was a Cheeseburger and a Ranch Dressing? And outsiders thought Clan cats had weird names! At least these would be the only two allowed to keep her names, Flamebriar didn't want to see RiverClan become a Clan of rogues.

The mention of a vote caught her interest, and after it was explained and the log brought out, she padded forward and picked up a shell before placing it in the middle pile. So many outsiders had been joining lately that it felt... wrong. She didn't know how to describe it, but for now the molly would prefer if only cats from other Clans were joining.

[Red Dawn]

Nightspark got up, took a shell and approached, he had three choices, his mind was saying to place in the hole one, his faith was saying hole 3, he was torn up inside of his head, what to choose? Finally he decided to put back the shell on the pile, he don't wanted to make some clanmates unhappy, so the best was to beeing neutral...

[Wingnettle]

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Mintpaw (she/her)
Riverclan ❍ 11 moons
White and gray siamese with blue eyes
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Mintpaw dipped her head slightly as Pikestar mentioned her name, fur prickling self-consciously on her skin as she felt eyes all around fixing on her.
But the Riverclan leader had much more to say - and Mintpaw knew what was going to be announced very soon. Something that would change Riverclan's future completely.

She watched with an expression of curiosity two cats, quite odd-looking, but not as much as their weird-sounding names. What even is a Cheese? She tilted her head slightly, wondering why she hadn't noticed the closeness between the two former outsiders and the Riverclan leader. It was much uncommon to welcome cats from outside to the rank of Elders, even for Pikestar, who was probably the most generous leader in opening his clan doors to anyone who asked.

She accepted Pikestar's decision with a serious nod, not having anything against these two cats that had evidently deserved their place in the clan. She trusted the one-eyed leader enough to trust his oddest decisions, as well.
Finally, the long-awaited ceremony had been announced. A pile of shells was all that separated now the current clan's status from a probably very different future; what will Riverclan's destiny be? What will her clanmates choose? Slatestripe?

The white and gray molly turned to his mentor, but she couldn't read his gaze. He'd rather have me choose on my own. Yes, she knew that. And she also knew what to do.
She could see some of her clanmates felt hesitant to do the choice, so she took advantage of that and walked forward in a straight line, carefully avoiding treading on anyone's tail.
She stopped in front of the piece of wood and stared at the colorful pile of shells for a few moments; some white and some gray, some splintered, some worn out. She took one for herself and, without hesitation, let it fall into the middle pile.

...Riverclan will be safer.

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[Sklee]

Amberpaw listened intently regarding the vote. Picking up a light pink shell, she hesitated as she placed it into the leftmost circle. But she didn't let that hesitation stop her, and as she stepped back, she felt a slight shiver of pride. Whoever let her be proud of herself, she didn't know, but it made her feel better. She took a second to remind herself she came from kittypets as well, and nothing she did would change that. But she was also a full member of Riverclan, hopefully soon a full warrior, and she truly wanted everyone to be able to join this wonderful clan.

[ophelia]

BEASTFLAME
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The tabby warrior watched stoically as the new members of the clan were announced. Jessie, no, Dovepaw, assigned to a rather nervous-looking Dogspring. And the two elders. In all honesty, this didn't make any real difference to the warrior. The clan was always expanding, always growing. That was just the way it was. He was used to adapting to fit new cats into the daily schedule. Elders seemed a little pointless to him, but it seemed Pikestar had a sentimental attachment, one which would be honored by Beastflame. Anyone respected by the Riverclan leader was also respected by him.

Beastflame was pretty sure he got whiplash from the change in topic. They'd switched from the joining ceremony quite abruptly to the thought of no longer allowing joining at all. Surprised, the large warrior made no immediate attempt to move in response to the call to vote. The situation seemed complicated. More complicated than something to be solved with shells. He was aware of some cats' concerns that the clan was getting too big, and he understood the perspective that some of the newcomers might be more trouble than they were worth. But he just couldn't imagine barring all cats seeking refuge in Riverclan from entry. It should be a case-by-case decision, not an ultimatum. In his amber eyes, the only solution was to vote in favor of continuing to allow cats of all backgrounds to have the opportunity to join. He lumbered forward, parting the crowd of cats with his large figure, and crouched down to retrieve a shell. The fragile item balanced delicately between pointed teeth for a split second before he tossed it into the ever growing pile in favor of allowing all cats entry.

The warrior stared at the pile for a moment before turning away. He just hoped his clanmates wouldn't take that decision - if chosen - as an implication that the floodgates were now open to anyone who wanted to join. That would be a nightmare.

[Poprock]

Featherflame cheered for her new clanmates before grabbing a shell in her paws. The choice was easy. With a quick flex of her muscles, the spotted molly buffly placed her shell in the far left spot.

[puppeteer]

Silversnow, with no hesitation, put a shell gently on the left pile.

Ranch dipped her head gently to Pikestar, pride glimmering in her eyes. He'd come so far, and she was so proud of him.

Pondwhisker, after much consideration, put his shell on the left side. He himself had no idea what his life was going to look like soon, but he knew whatever happened was for the best.