RiverClan Skyridge

[dino.]

// @Ravensong

'No' was one of the very few words Flintkit knew how to say properly, so naturally, he loved using it. It was simple: easy to understand, easy to say. He didn't protest when he was scooted off of the Streamstone (RUDE) by Craneglide, nor did he do anything but glare and stick his tongue out as his mother lifted him away from the aforementioned warrior and set him gently down next to his siblings.

But when she asked him to behave?? That got a reaction from him. He sprang back to his feet, thin tail waving furiously, and blew the loudest raspberry he could muster at Doeheart. "NO!" Behaving was for LOSERS. And Flintkit WAS NOT A LOSER. He was awesome. The awesomest. That's why he got to sit on the Streamstone and nobody else did!!

Doeheart had wrapped herself around her kids but Flintkit was thinking ahead, because he was just BETTER, so HA. He opened his jaws wide and dove for his mother's tail, aiming to sink his needle-sharp kit teeth into the fur and clamp down hard.

[Razzyberryy.]

(There goes Frecklepaw's mentor-)

Frecklepaw

Wait- Wildsong was EXILED? She thought to herself before gasping out loudly. "No! Wildsong!" She let out an alarmed screech, she didn't want a new mentor. She wanted Wildsong! Wildsong was like a sibling to her, cared about her more then her actual brother did. And the moment she stopped paying attention, they were gone?! "No!"

@Cove

[puppeteer]

Silverpaw weaved her way through all the cats around the Streamstone. Wildsong was exiled, which was sad. Flickerpaw needed a new mentor, and there was infighting. Great StarClan, this Clan was going downhill. She let out a sigh as she sat, curling her tail around her paws. She shook her head at this madness. And where were the medicine cats?

//OPEN

[Pitou]

**Doeheart**

@Slushie

Flintkit’s yowling and resistance was, Doeheart realized, understandable though inappropriate. Though she couldn’t help seeing the connection to that fire turning him into a great warrior, if he could learn to manage it. She was not blind to her adopted kits’ maladies and she often found herself worrying over their futures. They’d need grit and strength of heart to make it in such a world. She’d already lost two, she wasn’t sure her heart could bare any of the others being taken from her.

As Doeheart wrapped her tail around the kits, she flinched against needle-sharp teeth diving through her long fur and pricking her tail. Her amber eyes shot down to Flintkit but she held her tongue from lashing out. Instead, she let her muscles relax then bent down to try to pluck Flintkit up by the scruff. Whether he dropped her tail at being lifted or not, Doeheart would turn and carry the trouble kit into the dim of the nursery to drop him in the nest and return to Elkkit and Heronkit just outside.

[Captain]

CLOUDPAW
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➣ From somewhere somehow, the small black-and-white apprentice emerged seemingly from nowhere and shifted through the crowd of RiverClan cats until she was at the base of the Streamstone. Her light-blue eyes, ones that once shone with a bright innocence, now held a serious, hardened glint behind them. “I request a mentor, Blizzardwind.” Cloudpaw meowed, her tone flat and showing slight irritation, “Preferably one that won’t neglect my training as much as my previous one did. I’m almost twelve moons old and I haven’t even learned how to fish yet.” As much as the young molly tried to be polite and understanding, her patience had dwindled and Cloudpaw found herself becoming irritated that her clan had appeared to have forgotten about her. Kestrelstar’s death was something she could not fix, but Blizzardsky’s avoidance of training her was something that had clearly started to get on her nerves. “Please. If I have to spend one more day being cooped up in this camp, I think I will scream.” She usually was one to be kind and wait for her chance, but now, the small molly was taking her life into her own paws. It was getting rather frustrating, especially since she was practically an adult now. Some apprentices were fine with letting the moons tick on by, but Cloudpaw couldn’t stand it anymore. She glanced to her left and then to her right, looking at her clanmates, for anyone that could finish her training. Willowsong's involvement in her life could only get her so far.

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[poppy]

Blizzardwind looked down as Frecklepaw started to freak out. That was- yes, Wildsongs apprentice. Her mentor was a disgusting traitor and she still was grieving over his exile. An annoyed with emitted from the tom, but his attention was directed at Craneglide as she very shakily apologized. He nodded in her direction, even though she had no reason to apologize, if it set her mind at ease than it was all good.

Next, he caught what Littlepaw said softly below. She was young, and seemed to be more kindly and less severe. Maybe that's how he would've turned out had life not flipped him around and molded him differently."A punishment would have possibly been appropriate had this been a one time thing, but a couple different warriors have reported his disloyalty and idiocy being a multiple time thing. He didn't seem to do much to bring much but trouble to this Clan, and still slept in protection and warmth, with his belly
filled by his loyal Clanmate's hard work. As acting leader, I chose the option most appropriate for the good of the Clan with the information I was given. If Skystar objects to my methods of handling it, then he can take it up with me, because if it was truly a priority for him, he would have handled it himself."

Hopefully that would clear it up for her. He didn't want cats thinking he found exiling cats from their home as a form of fun. So Flickerpaw and Frecklepaw both needed new mentors, and he was close to speaking again when Cloudpaw spoke up. Kestrelstar's former apprentice, wasn't she? Blizzardsky's, too? Her words made his insides twist. If he was in a permanent leadership rank, not that he desired one in the least, he would come up with a punishment system for mentors who slacked or abandoned the clan. This was not okay.

( @zenosaurus )"Cloudpaw... I hear you. I will personally take over your training, and I'll get you to warriorhood as soon as possible."

He attempted to meet the molly's sky hued gaze and give her a small, firm smile. He wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. And so help him, Cloudpaw would be a warrior under his mentorship. No matter what. Next, he looked down at Frecklepaw. She wouldn't want anyone who had spoken out against her mentor... But he didn't want to give her anyone who would be exiled soon.

"Frecklepaw ( @Cxndy_Fatal ), your new mentor will be Petuniafire ( @Summer Rose ). Petuniafire, I trust that you will pass on your knowledge and loyalty onto Frecklepaw." He cast a smile at the white molly. She was certainly ready for an apprentice, and would do a great job.

And finally, Flickerpaw ( @xath ). He had a good warrior in mind for her. "Stagfrost ( @Spotty ), you've proven yourself as a loyal and dedicated warrior, I trust that you will teach her all that you know and guide Flickerpaw in this final stretch to warriorhood." Flicking his tail in satisfaction, he paused briefly to let the newly assigned mentors find their apprentices.

 

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[Orion]

|| Flickerpaw | @poppy. @cloudivity @Spotty ||

The steady voice of Pondwhisker caught Flickerpaw by surprise. She craned her neck around to catch the warrior standing up to offer his mentorship--and a happy spark lit in her chest. All at once the fluffy black apprentice's tail was whipping back and forth. A ferocious grin split their face and they glanced, thrilled, between Pondwhisker and Blizzardwind. "R-Really? You'd want to help me out? That's... that'd be so cool!"

The fact that someone volunteered so quickly had little bubbles fizzing happily in Flicker's tummy, all their previous morose mood burned away to a crisp. She didn't have time for moping around... now they could get their training back on track. Based on a quick scan of the gathered crowd, it was clear that somebody needed to protect RiverClan; since when did everyone and their littermate have such earth-shattering anxiety? Flicker huffed, sitting taller. Can't relate. She would become powerful enough to defend them all, a force capable of destroying anything that dared threaten this group of poor, trembling minnows.

Pale, pale green eyes darted back to Blizzardwind, wondering what the cat-in-charge's final decree would be. To their surprise, she was assigned not to Pondwhisker, but to a different cat: Stagfrost. Hmm... Flickerpaw could count the cats she was familiar with on one paw, but Stagfrost could not claim one of her assigned toes. Would he be a strict mentor? Lenient? Friendly? Cold? She tilted her head as she peered over at him, ears folded backward and tail stirring thoughtfully. After a moment, the ebony-and-rust kid hopped to their paws and made to formally introduce herself.

Before she went, however, she was sure to give Pondwhisker another winning smile and chummy bump of her head. "Hey, thanks for offering to help! If we're ever on patrol or something, I'd really like to see what ya can teach me--I'm all about learnin' new moves and stuff. I can handle any challenge. I'm awesome that way." A confident shrug. Then the young feline was bounding over to Stagfrost, steps high despite her pitifully tiny stature.

"So... you're Stagfrost, huh? Please to meetcha. My name's Flickerpaw... but you've probably already heard of me."

[Captain]

CLOUDPAW
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➣ Staring up at the senior warrior, the fluffy black-and-white molly blinked in slight surprise when Blizzardwind himself told her that he would be taking over her training and make sure she was made a warrior as soon as possible. For the past moon, Cloudpaw had felt shunned and pushed aside, like RiverClan had forgotten she had existed after Kestrelstar had died. However, as she met gazes with the large white-furred warrior, the RiverClan apprentice couldn’t help but believe that she was in good paws. He had been the mentor of Snowleap, their current deputy, hadn’t he? For the first time in awhile, Cloudpaw allowed herself to return the firm smile and greet him with genuine enthusiasm. “Thank you, Blizzardwind. I promise that I won’t disappoint you.” She said with a determined expression. With that decided, Cloudpaw sat down and allowed the meeting to continue as other apprentices were given new mentors. The young she-cat couldn’t help but feel excited to go outside of camp again. To train and learn more, finally, about being a warrior. Maybe, after this meeting, or tomorrow sometime, she’d ask him to teach her how to fish properly. Blizzardwind was a respected cat, so hopefully, he would be the mentor she had been hoping for.

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( @poppy. )

[SpiritedWarrior]

Littlepaw smiled happily as Blizzardwind explained his actions to her, which made her feel more secure in the Clan meeting. But at the mention of Skystar, her expression turned into a frown and her paws led her to stand in front of the Streamstone.

"Oh, um... I-if I may ask... during last moon's Gathering, I... spilled the Clan secret about us keeping the ThunderClan apprentice, Cinderpaw, here. H-has Skystar... Has Skystar s-said anything about it to you two?" Her voice was rather shaky than she liked to have it, and standing in front of the entire Clan made her feel like crawling into her nest and hiding away her face. However, Littlepaw somehow mustered the courage and continued speaking to address what's been on her mind. "A-and... I also need a new mentor... Vinewatcher hasn't taken me out on a training session lately and only taught me how to hunt. T-that was... that occurred on the first hunting patrol I've done, which was... also last moon."

Her voice was nearly at a whisper and her haunches began to feel heavy underneath her weight. Granted, she didn't weigh as much compared to other apprentices her age due to her size, but her nervousness was beginning to take over.
@poppy.

[Estelle]

You know what, Gingerfrost decided to just stop paying attention to all this right now. The Wildsong issue was handled accordingly, and that was that. He agreed that something needed to happen, but a clan meeting wasn’t the place to start chaos over all of that. If anything, not at the beginning of one. With that thought in mind, he slouched back into a more comfortable and less uptight looking position, mild irritation still prickling hid gaze but that didn’t matter. At least the meeting was finally moving along now. And hopefully that would be the last of the chaos, at least until later. Meetings were meetings, not chaos enablers.


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Don’t move… He could do that. He could obey and stay in place, unlike loudmouth and… Heronkit. Just Heronkit, for now. But that didn’t mean that his mother’s word didn’t have him huff in displeasure. He would want to listen to the old guy speaking, if he could hear him properly. With everyone screaming about from who knows where, he couldn’t detect a single specific thing. Only much gibberish and some stray words he didn’t care for.

Oh hey, the two were back. Finally. Broody face on, Elkkit let himself plop right up against Heronkit – lean against her, put differently. Why? Because. At least all the voices eventually decided to finally tone it down a little. He thought. Nope. Still surrounded by cats speaking of who-knows-what, and continuously getting abandoned because someone couldn’t behave. At least it Heronkit was still here, and the abandonment was only briefly. Admittedly finding it all a bit boring though, his amber gaze began to trail from whatever he was looking at, to focusing on the old guy. Still not having moved from earlier, he began to just image what the senior might be saying.
‘Blah blah blah, old, blah blah, hungry, blah blah blah, you’re in charge of thingy there..’
Heh. What if he was actually saying that?


[ @Ravensong - Mostly just for the Heron mention ]