Beastflame materialized into existence at Fadingstar's summon. Not really, but it sounds cooler that way. What actually happened was that he ducked out from the warrior's den and stalked his way over to the growing group of cats. Hopefully this would be the last meeting in this stars-forsaken place. The rough terrain was abrasive on his heavy-footed paw pads, and he missed the familiarity of the river back home. Plus, he wanted his kits to be born on Riverclan soil.
The tabby tom sat beside Brokenstream, one of the only familiar warriors to have arrived. He gave the younger tom a gruff nod as he sat. He wanted to say something, but small talk had never really been his strong suit. Instead, he cast his amber eye towards the front of the crowd, wondering if Mistyshard would attend.
°Oliverat, He/Him, RC warrior•
Oliverat walked over, grinning his face “Oi, this our last meeting in here innit lad?" He said to nobody in certain. “Do th' kitties know to swim or are we arrying them?"
-Mothdrizzle, It/Its, RC warrior-
Mothdrizzle slumped itself into the crowd, dreading the worst which was normal for it.
#Hogkit , She/her, RC kit#
Hogkit looked up at Fadingstar excitedly, despite her not being a apprentice.
+Frogdew, Vine/they, RC warrior+
Frogdew looked up at the starpoint with vines remaining eye
It was time for RiverClan's final meeting in the mountains. To say that Fadingstar was ready for life to return to normal was an understatement. He was tired of all of this calamity and tension; it was time for the Clan to move forward.
Leaping atop the Starpoint, he yowled, "RiverClan! Let all cats old enough to leave camp gather beneath the Starpoint for a Clan meeting."
[ If you still need to submit a ceremony form, please do so ASAP! As a general reminder, kits need to have existed IC for at least one IRL month, need to be at least six moons old, and need to have at least ten roleplay posts to qualify for their apprentice ceremony! ]
Moonpaw, Grimpaw, Crowglow, Skypaw(an angry bean who had been demoted from Skyfall) and Silentstrike all looked up at the Starpoint.
(Uhhh how long has Mousekit been in clan for when I've got him back in from missing?)
Fishkit ran to the crowd and looked around for cats they recognized. A meeting! An actual meeting! They weren't really allowed to go to the meetings, but they managed to sneak out. Fishkit ran in between a couple cats' legs before halting to a stop. They should savor this now before some cat would come out to scold them.
Larkwing
~<>~
25 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Another moon, another meeting. Despite only being in the mountains... what has it been? Two? Three moons? Larkwing's paw pads are already roughly calloused from the rough terrain. Still, life goes on regardless, and the tortoiseshell finds her way to the Starpoint, hoping for potentially some good news. Hopefully. StarClan, please let there be good news.
[ hellu i hope youre good w this interaction, if not feel free to ignore it :3 ]
jayfrost
at fadingsuns yowl, a sound he would have rather not heard today, (jayfrosts head was buzzing enough as it is) he reluctantly made his way closer to the starpoint. a brief glimmer of hope that they might finally return to normal flashed in his mind before dying down as the more pessimistic part of him shut it down with the same repeated words 'why still believe?'. perhaps they were doomed to this existence, perhaps jayfrost shouldve been selfish and actually ran away the second fadingsun got into power, perha- no, no he couldnt have left them here. goldfish, the kits, garlicfeather (though he had barely heard of him as of recent) and perhaps even dusklion, he wouldve felt like it were his fault if riverclan actually couldnt recover from this hit. with a soft shake of his head, the tabby attempted to free his thoughts from this spiral of a topic, eye focussing back on what was happening in front and only half understanding who he was about to take a seat next to before being interrupted by his own voice. "'morning larkwing" he greeted the former leader from behind before taking his place by her side. the tortie was in bad shape, he had seen that much before, but now more than ever, beneath scars and the faint glaze left behind by horrors witnessed in her short life, he could see just how young she was and his stomach twisted uncomfortably. there had never been as much as an ounce of hate towards her, unlike for fadingsun that was, because even though he felt like he was the only one, he remembered seeing her try. however, in this clan, he had to learn, sometimes trying wasnt enough. not for the majority. not for cats like fadingsun who thought themselves above everyone else.
__________________
"i wish things were different, but it werent us who changed."
Beastflame materialized into existence at Fadingstar's summon. Not really, but it sounds cooler that way. What actually happened was that he ducked out from the warrior's den and stalked his way over to the growing group of cats. Hopefully this would be the last meeting in this stars-forsaken place. The rough terrain was abrasive on his heavy-footed paw pads, and he missed the familiarity of the river back home. Plus, he wanted his kits to be born on Riverclan soil.
The tabby tom sat beside Brokenstream, one of the only familiar warriors to have arrived. He gave the younger tom a gruff nod as he sat. He wanted to say something, but small talk had never really been his strong suit. Instead, he cast his amber eye towards the front of the crowd, wondering if Mistyshard would attend.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Brokenstream | 22 MOONS | HE/HIM ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ sleek golden bengal tom with light green eyes, jet black ears & back legs
header by @/Marigoldwhisper
◜◜
Eyes casting a welcoming glance as Beastflame took a seat beside him, Brokenstream gave a small mew of greeting. ”Hey, Beastflame. How have you been?” The bengal asked, also returning his gaze towards Fadingstar. He could feel his pelt tingling with apprehension, despite his friendly demeanor towards his Clanmate. He hoped that this would be the meeting that would for sure send them home. He, too, missed the river beds back home.
__________________
pixelgifs by @/SnowheartTC
Brokenstream is one of RiverClan's Lionhearts! He is OPEN to any RP
Re: The Starpoint
