RiverClan Skyridge

[occultation]

Slatestripe happily chanted the names of RiverClan’s newest apprentices. He was glad that Reedwhisker had received a new apprentice; the younger warrior had gone through too much trauma recently. Hopefully, her new apprentice would make it to warriorhood. That would be ideal for all of RiverClan’s youngest, but unfortunately for many a warrior’s life wasn’t meant for them.

He sighed as Pikestar made an attempt to imitate Cricketsting’s punny sense of humor; not out of annoyance, but out of a humored disbelief for Pikestar’s sudden morph into a basic dad. He gave an audible chuckle, if only to show that the effort was appreciated.

[jay]

Originally Posted by Cherry~

Slatestripe happily chanted the names of RiverClan’s newest apprentices. He was glad that Reedwhisker had received a new apprentice; the younger warrior had gone through too much trauma recently. Hopefully, her new apprentice would make it to warriorhood. That would be ideal for all of RiverClan’s youngest, but unfortunately for many a warrior’s life wasn’t meant for them.

He sighed as Pikestar made an attempt to imitate Cricketsting’s punny sense of humor; not out of annoyance, but out of a humored disbelief for Pikestar’s sudden morph into a basic dad. He gave an audible chuckle, if only to show that the effort was appreciated.

(NOT HOLLOWSTORM-)

Hailstone sat next to Slatestripe, cheering with him.

[Silverfur & Co]

featherspirit and snowstripe chanted the new names.

[*longfire*]

Originally Posted by SpiritedWarrior

Littlepaw's attention was brought to Cricketsting once more as he asked her to pass a pebble around to another Clanmate, just... not... Mistycloud? Well- okay, then... not Mistycloud. Looking around for a warrior suitable enough to take the pebble from her, the cream tabby bumped her elbow on Echoblue ( @~SilverShine~ ) and leaned close to her before whispering, "Pass this along, but don't give the pebble to Mistycloud."

She then leaned back and resumed watching the meeting with interest. Her warrior ceremony was bound to be closing in now, her new name would be announced soon.

Echoblue listened to the meeting then feeling a bump the molly listened to littlepaw's words she nodded and grabbed the pebble... the blinded molly lifted her tail up and down at swiftflight to come here to her

Swiftflight saw echoblue's tail signal and came over" what?" he asked

" pass this down but don't give it to mistycloud" she meowed

" alright" he said then grabbing the pebble the tom walked off finding someone he could pass it down

[Spotty]

Crowpaw
[ @reindeer lane Long post w/ all the Crow-thoughts, no need to write as much if you're not feeling like it ]

She stood like a large, unmoving bolder of dark fur, yellow eyes fixated on the tall leader. Pikestar began to speak, first addressing each one of them by their kit name, before emmidietly changing them. Crowkit's, or Crowpaw 's name rather, was naturally a towards the end considering her lower worth, but what she was more focused on was the name. Paw. Crowpaw. Crowpaw. "Crowpaw." The uncomfortable unfamiliarity of the name burnt on her tongue like acid, and left a lingering flavor of... newness. New things were something the Crow didn't like.

But worse than saying her name out loud, was hearing it repeated by the leader, and the southed by her clanmates over and over and over. Each time she heard a new voice call it out along with the others, the name seemed to become worse and worse sounding, but also more meaningless. The name wasn't really hers. Neither had Crowkit been, since it had been given to her by her since long dead parents. But this one was different, not only becase it didn't feel like her, but becase the whole clan had now made her name, something that should be completely hers, something they owned as well. Calling out the names of everyone each time their name or rank changed might be a nice things in her clanmates' unthought-through traditions, but it also meant it was now something shared. Shared in a way she didn't like.

Everyone was assinged a mentor, Swallowpaw with Flintfang, Rowanpaw and Reedwhisker, Mudpaw and Shatteredsun. Racconear was cursed with the task of training her, and likewise Crow would now have to learn to be around them. Ignorring the leader's words about each mentor, as well as the meak little joke at the last pair, Cricketsting and Fishpaw. She wanted to just ignore the whole clan and whole meating, forget all that being in Riverclan meant and what being in Riverclan meant. She just remained still.

Her name was called out by her clanmates. Once, twice, thrice Uncomfortable... Four, five, six times Make it stop already. eight, nine, ten. SHUT UP! She wanted to shout it. Open her jaws and yowl the words to the sky, letting the words dig into the other cats like talons and making them fall silent for once. But she couldn't. She wouldn't speak so easily and even if she roared with all her might no one would care or listen. She might be an apprentice now and not a kit, but her voice was hardly more heard now than it had been before. She had more responasabilty now though. Things would be expected from her.

She wanted to just leave this, but as she was consdering the though, she remembered that mentor of hers. Racconear. A part of her felt sorry for the warrior,, or sheild, for been assinged her of all cats to mentor. Another part of her dreaded the very thought of having to talk to them at all. But the choice was not hers, and slow, dragging pawsteps unwillingly brought her towards the sheild. Her eyes didn't meet theirs, instead she simply studied the cat. Grey, many diffrent shades of it, speckled with white.

She didn't look at their face, didn't do anything to greet them, verbal or non-verbal; she was quiet. Lets just gets this over with.

[pxxylo]

Two times in one meeting had she been mentioned. For her, it simply was too much. She had heard what her name was called for, but what came out of her dear brother's mouth next was numbing, and she'd gone through enough numbness and pain after returning to Riverclan already. It was quite a lot. There was a war? Kestrelstar and Sparrowstar are both dead? Snakeheart is gone as well? What happened to him? What happened to all these cats? Where's Raccoonkit? And then becoming a shield right after all of this. She was happy, however was worried about the future to come. All of the responsibilities are things she enjoys as is, but it is now required of her, which changed a lot for her, for no reason. She'd be doing the exact same things she does normally, why did she get so worried about it? It's no big deal, right? Attend meetings, defend the clan, assist with cats returning after being missing or talking to complete outsiders wanting to join. To these cats, she was kind. Only if they deserved it, however oftentimes they did.

Now, back to what Pikestar had announced, mentioning her name for the second time this meeting. The cat announced was someone she didn't know, and had likely not been in Riverclan before she was kidnapped. However, soon enough, a large yellow-eyed apprentice padded up to her, pulling herself forward slowly with dread in her eyes. The gray molly frowned, bringing herself back to her own apprentice ceremony. Her own dread and hate similar to what she could tell from the cat before her, readable like an open book was her emotions. Just like hers on this day, an apprentice ceremony. She was assigned Snowtrot, and did not go over to him to say hello. Rather, she walked off. She left the meeting and went to cry in Firefly Cove, which was still Riverclan territory back then. She hated him, he emotionally abused his last apprentice, and he would end up doing the same to her. It was miserable. Swearing to herself that she would treat Crowpaw with utmost respect and kindness, and would teach her not only physical training, but life lessons, and emotional teachings. Just because clan standards exist, it doesn't mean that you need to overwork yourself, only focusing on work and training hard. Raccoonear would take Crowpaw on walks to talk about troubles if she wanted, or just take breaks.

She looked down at Crowpaw and smiled, her eyes and posture silent, if that makes sense. "It's not all bad. It may feel like your identity is being taken away by a new name, or a new role, but what's to come is a life of joy."That's what she had heard from her friends."It's hard at times, but it only hurts now. Soon, you'll learn how fun it is to learn and feel apart of a team." The tabby apprentice before her looked her up and down, not looking at her eyes. Sadness filled her eyes as she said nothing, nothing at all. As Crowpaw looked down, she tried to comfort her with words further, one last statement. "Welcome to the team, Crowpaw."

[ @Flea ]

[Spotty]

Crowpaw
[ @reindeer lane Ok so I am already loving this! Btw dont take anything Crow says personally, she thinks positively of like one cat lol. No need to reply to this unless you really want to write out Raccon's reaction ]

Cats rarely, if ever, seemed to notice much about her emotions. Crow had chucked it up to nothing more than naive and careless disregard on their part and thought nothing more of it. Though she supposed she could not place all the blame on others, however, since she herself had never bothered putting a whole lot of effort into changing her expression from the stale, emotionless one she wore like a mask over her face. Her narrow eyes and large muzzle gave her the oddly menacing mixture of stoicism, strength, and cold anger Mainecoons her size seemed to have. She hadn't bothered showing much emotion, but her thoughts sometimes leaked through.
Yet few seemed to see the drops getting out.

This cat had.

And Crow hated it.


A few times cats had tried approaching her, but this one hadn't just noticed what she thought, they had ripped away Crow's mask as if it was nothing more than a wet leaf on her face. And now they had seen right through the younger cat and read her feelings as if they had been written on her face. And it felt horrible. Unsafe. Violating.

Quickly Crow made a decision: she would not make that mistake again and quickly froze her expression further into a solid mask of... nothing. No feeling, no thought, no emotion. And turned away to look at Pikestar again, just waiting for the torture of a meeting finally come to an end and free her from all of this. She would just have to find a way to get through the training.

[Dark]

Fishpaw
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Fishpaw snorted at Pikestar’s pun. As serious and nonchalant as he tried to portray himself, he hadn’t been expecting that and it caught him completely off guard. He gave the leader a big grin and looked for his new mentor in the crowd. Who was it again? Ah yes, Cricketsting.

Scanning the crowd until he found the warrior assigned to oversee his training, he swaggered over, confidence fueled by the cheering of his name. His new name. He wondered if his father was watching from StarClan, or if his mother, wherever she was knew that he was officially an apprentice. Smiling to himself, he approached Cricketsting. ”Teach me a lot okay? I have high hopes for you, and I plan on being the best apprentice here,” he informed the older cat, leaning up to touch noses with him.

[ @Dirtfur ]

[rising_heart]

Tigerkit was amused by the large gathering under the beautiful stone. Since she was new to the Clan, she was still in awe by the fact that cats gathered together. She had only ever seen loners and evil-minded rogues who would kill even a kit for a meager scrap of a mouse. Her light-gray eyes glowed like two round, fascinated full-moons. Tigerkit ensconced, curling her feathery, fluffy tail around her paws. Looking around her, she noticed a few cats. What were they called?--she'd forgotten the name already.

Oh! Warriors! She sighed. She needed to learn these things fast, otherwise she felt she'd be outcasted.

[Dirtfur]

Originally Posted by Darkclaws

Fishpaw
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[3/100]

Fishpaw snorted at Pikestar’s pun. As serious and nonchalant as he tried to portray himself, he hadn’t been expecting that and it caught him completely off guard. He gave the leader a big grin and looked for his new mentor in the crowd. Who was it again? Ah yes, Cricketsting.

Scanning the crowd until he found the warrior assigned to oversee his training, he swaggered over, confidence fueled by the cheering of his name. His new name. He wondered if his father was watching from StarClan, or if his mother, wherever she was knew that he was officially an apprentice. Smiling to himself, he approached Cricketsting. ”Teach me a lot okay? I have high hopes for you, and I plan on being the best apprentice here,” he informed the older cat, leaning up to touch noses with him.

[ @Dirtfur ]

If Fishpaw heard the new mentor’s pun, he didn’t show it. That’s alright, though; it can be hard to hear anything when a bunch of cats start yowling names. Cricketsting had also noticed the way the apprentice walked as if the younger cat had just nicked a badger’s ear and ran away scot free.

After speaking about his goal and the hopes for the cream tabby, Fishpaw leaned in to do a traditional gesture. Cricketsting hesitated not because it had been a couple of moons since he had an apprentice, but instead he choked –the apprentice expected Cricketsting to be as best as a mentor just enough where Fishpaw becomes ‘the best apprentice here’. What if the cream tom failed to teach everything to Fishpaw? Would the apprentice then stop looking up to Cricketsting and instead to someone else who may be a lot cooler than the warrior -maybe a cat who is a lot darker and malicious?

A silent gulp, Cricketsting leaned down to touch his nose with his new apprentice. “I will do my best.”