Judgement: Reversed. Mumblepaw | A Dilute Calico With Green Eyes and A Scarred Tail Stub. Master Scout & Monkeys Paw: Permanently Active | Shadow Fiend: Disabled.
Taking up the mantle of Commander was a difficult one. One that Mumblepaw would gladly try at if he got the chance, but Beansprout was the worst choice his father could have made. The settlement was paying for it as well, had his father gone blind through all the chaos? Stars above better take the lead in this Settlement or they would all pay for Beansprout’s complete lack of action and idiocy. Mumblepaw’s claws now itching to claw that scarred face of his. Fighting that urge was proving to be quite difficult but Mumblepaw refused to be made a fool in such a manner. The learner was pissed, a clear expression of doubt and suspicion pasted onto his face. Pupils clear slits as the calico joined the crowd. Hurting the “Commander” was a dumb idea, it would only serve a purpose of getting himself killed or exiled. A quiet hiss could be heard from his maw.
Mumblepaw weaved through the crowd, finding a seat directly next to Gingerfrost, or at least as close he could get to his father. Giving the tabby a clear look or questioning Beansprout’s authority. Whispering a statement to him as well. “if something happens, you know you’re right after him right….it will be your head on a spike…you understand the risk you placed yourself at…? I pray to the stars above that nothing will happen to you, Father. I really do.” Mumblepaw mewed, now gripping the stick in his mouth. Green haze clearly locked onto Beansprout. Nobody else was worth his time right now. Holding such a high place of power would only serve as a catalyst of destruction.
This meeting was particularly slow moving in the lethargic tabby's opinion, who, embarrassingly enough, slowly began to nod off already. Just like at the gathering (soon, he'll be caught sleeping on those if he continues this way). Even he would prefer to avoid that though -- not that he cared much what others thought, but he was quite aware a certain Beansprout didn't quite enjoy accidental faceplanting and, by extension, was likely to condemn public sleeping. Yes, he wasn't quite to fond of the idea getting publicly yelled at either, so let's try to stay awake.
Still, his head went nod, nod, nod... When a certain dilute calico pelt came into sight, a familiar scent of Mumblepaw tickling his nose and senses awake. Dark green eyes blinked once, blinked twice, and with a tired look turned to his child. His child who had some very peculiar words for him. They were enough to wake the tabby up, his brow giving a twitch as he listened. "..I'm well aware of the risks my position entails. But I assure you, no heads will be put on spikes."
His tone was a low whisper as he replies to Mumblepaw, eyes momentarily flitting aside to meet the apprentices. Perhaps Mumblepaw was being a little dramatic with the heads on spikes, but he understood the metaphor... If it even was one. He didn't know which would be worse, although one arguably more unsanitary. But the point was that Gingerfrost would not see any corpses fall, let alone his clan. What happened to himself was far from his concerns; his own mistakes had led RiverClan down a dark path, he now had to do what he could to set things right -- or at least try to. And as much as he wanted to believe his son, he prayed that Mumblepaw's instincts on Beansprout were wrong.
Emerging from the warriors' den was Snowbeak, pale gray fur ruffled and eyes glossed over with sleep. The call had awoken him and he saw no point in dawdling any further. White paws carried him over to sit amongst his Clanmates, a tail-flick in greeting to those he passed. The warrior settled down on a spot not quite in the front, but not quite in the back, and took a seat as his tail came to rest over his paws. Blue eyes turned to locate the leader on top of the Streamstone as he gave his full attention for the meeting.
As cats began to gather, the siamese found himself waiting far longer than normal to start the meeting. Perhaps it was a hope that more cats would actually show up, or maybe it was because a part of him wasn't quite ready to announce his name. But he had to think about all the cats who needed ceremonies first, not himself. Pushing his fears aside, Beanstar spoke up, finally.
"I apologize for the delay, my Clanmates. Before anything else, we have a few kits who have been waiting 6 long moons for their ceremonies." Was it a bit petty to mention the age? Perhaps. However, Beanstar didn't quite care right now. "Stormkit [ @x ghostie ], Snowkit [ @lio ]. Please step forward." He found his voice quivering as he called the names of his grandkits. He couldn't believe it had been this long. That they were old enough to become apprentices. He-- no. No. Beanstar couldn't let his fragile emotions take over now. He would confront them later, perhaps. But not now. "These young cats have suffered great loss at such a young age. May their mother, Fawnlight, watch over them as they receive their names today."
Breathe. Calm. He was okay. His heart was pounding in his chest, but Beanstar was okay. He could do this now and cry later.
"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
Tigerpool listened. Her kits, Rabbitkit Blossomkit and Wishkit asked her when they would become apprentices. Tigerpool responded not for a while yet. Rabbitkit and Blossomkit started complaining while Wishkit accepted it, thought she was disappointed.
Judgement: Reversed. Mumblepaw | They/He/It | A Dilute Calico With Green Eyes and A Scarred Tail Stub. Master Scout & Monkeys Paw: Permanently Active | Shadow Fiend: Disabled.
Mumblepaw felt his neck fur prickle up at the voice of Beansprout. Gingerfrost said he knew the risks but did he really? The calico stopped for a moment. Green eyes going wide as Fawnlight’s kittens were called up. Head slowly turning to the crowd. Stopping as his eyes met the amber eyes herbalist. One cat flashed in his mind. Hawkstar. Yeah he hadn’t meet the guy but this was seeming to be a bit to close for comfort. Hawkstar, the Commander who had his head on a spike. The one who had given the cove to Thunderclan. They weren’t the same, but the were getting close enough. Beansprout was Hawkstar. Head dipping downwards to the cat was looking at his white paws, muttering the words under his breath, voice clearly tight with fear. Paws visibly slightly shaking as his claws dug into the ground. “hawkstar……hawkstar…hawwwwwkstar. he is the one without a head, without a head, without a head, all the way through the night….” They were fine. Everything was fine. All's well end well he supposed. Mumblepaw genuinely didn’t care for the rest of the meeting anymore. ‘I want my stick.’ thankfully, he had brought it with them. Teeth now digging into the wooden surface, already covered in smaller and large teeth markings.
Mention(s): @carmen [Stone Stare] @Estelle [Sitting near Ginger lmao. I think he would notice Mumblepaw’s odd behavior?]
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• Cormorantpaw •
long-furred smoky-black mackerel tabby molly with bits of white; yellow eyes
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Woah, two new apprentices were going to be made? How exciting! The smoky tabby hopped onto all four paws, gleefully grinning as yellow hues danced around the clearing in search of the two pelts of the siblings, only to frown quizzically as she didn’t notice the two kits. Huh. They weren’t here yet. Oh well, she’ll cheer on for them when she showed up. Other than that, she did feel rather bored. Then again, there wasn’t really anything to do other than sit and listen and blah. How boring.
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