Ears perking at the sound of a kit approaching her, Dusklion looked over to see Daisykit. She had been born during the battle, hadn't she? Mustering up a grin, she tipped her head to the side. "Daisykit - nice name, kid. Suits you. 'M Dusklion." About as soft as a daisy she was, this one. Slept in the den? Huh, the deputy hadn't noticed - mostly because she had been resting for the most part. She didn't know Stags had another kid though, so that was news to her.
Concern pooled briefly in her eyes at the small cough, blue eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she explained it was just allergies. "I believe ya." Not like Dusklion could get any worse than she was right now. "'M sure you'll get better though - Berries 'n Mists are great healers."
Refocusing back on the meeting, Dusklion felt a startling unknown emotion clutch her heart. Her brother's anger at the other Clans... it was still shocking to see how it simmered so hot still. Dusklion felt her stomach churn with unease as she recalled the... dream(?) she'd had in the caverns. Between that and Twilightstar's parting words echoing in her head she was... worried, to say the least. It was hard to not let her jaw harden in distaste as he once again reiterated the same speech he'd given her when they had first departed from the territory, and eventually she had to turn her face away so he wouldn't see the smoldering anger in her blue gaze.
Briefly she thought about how Saturn had gone out of her way to help her - to save her life - and how she had been shown survival and hope instead of a cold shoulder. It had changed something in her, something that made her remember just how vital alliances could be. What if the situation had happened in the Clan territory, and she had been left for dead because the leader of that Clan had ordered no cat to lift a paw to help? It made her feel nauseous, thinking about any cat going through the absolute hell that had been her last quarter moon, and immediately she flattened her ears.
Disappointed. That was the emotion she had first felt, easily able to identify it now by the way it crawled up her throat and made her look up at her brother once again. This anger, this rage... the way she could tell he was close to spiraling... that was not the brother she knew. This internal struggle of getting different versions of her brother was... difficult, to say the least. Stars, she wanted to support him, but this...
If she were of stronger mind she might've said something, and she knew those who held Clan tradition close like she did wouldn't be pleased with this. Or maybe they would. Maybe RiverClan would continue being the selfish, arrogant fluff-for-brains they'd been to get themselves in this situation in the first place. There was power in alliances, power in having another Clan in their debt from helping them. Why couldn't her brother see that?
Part of her wanted to ask about the cats who Fades had let into the Clan that came from the other Clans - they had been there that day, and as far as she had seen not a single one had lifted a paw to help the young of RiverClan - but they now lived among them and were treated as Clanmates.
The more she thought about it though, the more sick it made her. Forcing a grin the deputy cheered for the newly named Lionhearts, knowing that they deserved this moment. But after that she looked back up at her brother, the sad grief and disappointment in her eyes that he was still on the path to perpetuate this claim that would only serve to isolate RiverClan from the forest even more than the battle had.
"How much longer 'til you're an apprentice?" she asked, looking down at the kit beside her in an effort to ignore the way her heart was breaking at watching her brother start on the pathway to vengeance.
Daisykit gave a gentle purr, "Thank you.. Dusklion" Daisykit cheerily purred. Watching the meeting, stretching her little legs revealing small bruises along her hips. "Oh, three moons! But... sissy- oh uh no Berrypaw told me there's a low chance I can become a warrior...... but I'm going to try and grow big and strong like papa!!" Daisykit meowed determinedly. Daisykit seemed to get distracted for a moment, looking up at the clouds. She then snapped her gaze back to Dusklion, gently shaking out her fur. "So silly, who knew clouds could make there own shapes! I wonder if Starclan makes them like that so when cats sunbath they can make up little stories in there head......" Daisykit mumbled to herself, getting a bit embarssed as she met Dusklion's gaze once again. "Oh uh- sorry."
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The tom looked around his gathered clanmates to look for the clan's new Lionhearts, and if that wasn't already enough good news, there were now ten kits being made apprentices. What did have him worried though was the mention of heading back to their old territory. Now he didn't want to speak the worst into existence, but he'd be lying if he said the thought didn't at least send a bit of a shiver through his body. He quickly shook the thoughts away; this was no time to be worried about the negative, for now he'd focus on the apprentice ceremony.
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"Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go."
Fadingstar started the meeting by announcing the news of Dusklion's disappearance and return. She had heard about it, but the information she had picked up had just been whispers, and a noticeable absence of the deputy, that she had pieced together. It was good to hear the leader's confirmation that Dusklion was alive and recovering well.
Fadingstar went on to remind them of the rules about kits and apprentices not leaving camp without an escort- or in the kits' case not at all- and not meddling with medicine cat duties. How hard was it to follow rules? The new punishments seemed fair enough; sure, maybe the second one was a little harsh, but Fadingstar's justification made sense. And if cats followed the simple rules, there was no need for the penalty to be enforced.
The leader went on to announce that RiverClan would be returning to their normal territory in a quarter-moon. Relief washed through her; sure, she had gotten used to this new territory, but it wasn't home. She hadn't grown up here; she hadn't swam these rivers with Bearpaw as apprentices as they learned to navigate the currents; it hadn't been these skies she had looked up at as a kit while her mother told her about StarClan. She had no connection to this place.
RiverClan would be focusing on themselves. It made sense to Irisfrost; they couldn't aggravate the clans lest they risk being chased out again. And RiverClan needed to rebuild. They needed to find their footing, to be seen as a clan again. They couldn't do that here.
New Lionhearts. That was good; she pricked her ears, wondering who would receive the position. But the next words that came out of Fadingstar's maw made shock and grief rush through her instead of pleasure.
"Bearsnout recently disappeared, leaving an extra open spot on the team. I followed his scent as far as I could, but it cut off somewhere just beyond our borders."
No. Not Bearsnout. Bearsnout was reliable, a steady presence, a constant. He couldn't just be gone. She must have misheard.
But she hadn't. Bearsnout was gone and couldn't be found.
Waves of grief crashed over her like the ocean, dunking her again and again in the water with barely a pause to take in a breath before her head was slammed under the waves. Her composure was slipping, raw grief surfacing on her face. She pushed the feelings down, even as they rebelled against her. She would not break down. Not now, not during this meeting. Not ever, if she could help it.
The rest of the words washed over her ears, unimportant to the emotions tumbling inside her stomach. She gritted her teeth and tried to focus, but all she could think about was Bearsnout. His kind face, his gentle demeanour, his unyielding faith and loyalty. The pride she felt when he was announced as a Lionheart. That only happened in the last meeting, and now Fadingstar was reporting his disappearance.
She thought about Dusklion, trapped underground for a quarter-moon. Bearsnout could still be out there. He could have fallen too. Irisfrost didn't want to think of him lying alone with a broken leg, but it was better than the alternative. I'll look for him, she vowed. After the meeting. Bearsnout was strong, he could wait a little longer.
In the meantime, all she could do was pray to StarClan that he was okay.
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Just as she was about to protest that, no, he clearly wasn't fine, Fishfreckle's voice suddenly turns very serious, eyes locking onto the scar on her flank. His concern takes Larkwing a little bit by surprise - did he just now notice it? For a moment, she flounders to find the right words, mouth opening and closing uselessly.
"It- it was a badger," she eventually says, blinking a little dumbstruck down at the grey tabby. "I'm fine, it happened moons ago, back in leaf-bare," would he even accept her assurance? Lark half doubted that. "What're you planning to do? Track down and kill every badger in the forest?" She asks with an awkward laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere as she begins trying to gently herd her stubborn, idiot friend (?) in the direction of the medicine cats' den.
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The small tom frowned and stared long and hard at Larkwing when she gave her response. She didn’t appear to be lying,,, but still ”Why’d you go and get yourself hurt, dummy,” He mumbled under his breath, paws moving of their own accord as he was being guided towards the medicine cat’s den. He then muttered some unintelligible nonsense but if one were to listen closely, they’d be able to vaguely pick out ‘pretty pelt is ruined’ amongst the chaos.
”Your joke sucked by the way,” He mewed bluntly, stumbling slightly as he walked alongside her. He had never known her to be very good at jokes, or have a sense of humor, but despite how poor it was, he couldn’t deny that it was kind of… endearing? He didn’t know. An odd, nfamiliar feeling was bubbling within him and he didn’t like it. Not at all.
”Lark… I’m tired,” Fishfreckle slurred in a warbled tone, tail and ears drooping, and feet beginning to drag ”You. Take care of. Self.” He muttered before the incoherent rambling began anew. His head was swimming and he no longer knew where he was nor what he was doing. The only thing tethering him to the fact that he existed was the slight brush of their pelts and the sweet, familiar scent that accompanied the former leader. He was crashing. The little energy he’d used to follow Dusklion back and the talk he had with both her and Larkwing had begun to take its toll. He was tired. Sick and hungry too, but the exhaustion riddling his bones was far too much at the moment, he didn’t know if he could take another step…
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Sunsetgleam was taking a walk nearby the area. They weren't really paying attention much. The lan was going home soon, so maybe they should try and go out into the territory again. Not everything has to be meaningful. Sometimes it could be mindless walking. Quiet. And the night sky was pretty enough for Sunsetgleam. The warrior really only noticed Dusklion and Fadingstar in the distance just now- Wait wait, Dusklion? Shouldn't she..y'know...rest in camp...? They swallowed down the worry for a moment. Fadingstar knew Dusklion better than they do and he'll probably know what to do better than them. She was just...on that rock...well..can 1 thing happen twice in an extremely close time? She was just enjoying herself. They watched as Fadingstar slowly approached the depu-
WHAT THE HELL!?
They jumped backwards; loud eruption in the sky like a midnight burst or flames- Was- was everyone seeing this!? Like they weren't going crazy, right!? Their ears flattened and their eyes went back to the leader and deputy as quick as the noises came, filling the air with booming roars. They've never seen anything like that in their LIFE. And it sure didn't look like the two had either. So what was this about!? If it was dangerous it could mean riverclan has to flee again. This night was close to be peaceful.
Red..blue...gold...what do those colors mean and what do they have anything to do with each other? It doesn't seem to be harming anyone, at least from where they were watching but what about those closer to it? What are these and why d they start appearing now of all times..? When riverclan was nearing their time to head back to camp...was it..some sort of sign? Was the forest safe to go back to? They can't tell if these are happening far from them or close by. If these are happening feom a far then they just can't help but imagine what kind of defeaning noises they could be hearing if they were anywhere nearby.
Sunsetgleam slowly inched closer to Dusklion and Fadingstar after delivering a thought into their own head; They were just as frightened, but they were willing to help if anything were to happen... Even if it means rushing back to camp if an emergency happens. They..they shouldn't think so badly...what if this was a good sign? Gosh it was hard to put their mindset like that cause it sure didn't look like a good sign. And it looked dangerous. They stood near the rock, trying to hide what fear they had...... No, they weren't doing a good job and they were still shaking in their boots but it's the thought that counts...right...? And this doesn't make them pay any less attention so there's no harm in doing so. But it still didn't answer their question. What. The. Hell
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Heroneye listened to Dusklion's explanation. So, Talonpaw had gone missing? Of course, something like that would have caused the deputy to leave camp, even with her deteriorated health. It was true that going missing was very common in the Clans--her mind drifted briefly to her own little escapade from several moons ago, though she quickly dismissed the thought. She would much rather forget that whole period, thank you very much. Though she couldn't help but wonder if there were any cats in the Clan who had had any sort of reaction to her own disappearance, and she dismissed that thought with even more vigor. Seriously, Dusklion was expressing her concern for someone evidently very dear to her, and all Heroneye could think of was herself. Typical.
In any case, it was impossible to say the exact nature of Talonpaw's disappearance, which was surely why the deputy was so concerned. Had he left on his own volition, or had something much more dire occurred, like it had with Dusklion? In Heroneye's mind, there wasn't any real point in asking that particular question; they wouldn't know until or unless they found him, and it wouldn't change anything. Not to say that she didn't believe it was worth searching for Talonpaw, just that the specifics could be dwelt on if and when he was found. In any case, that advice was pretty obviously unhelpful, so Heroneye tried a different approach.
"I understand being worried for him," Heroneye began, her voice small and thin. Did she, though? Did she really? Could she honestly say that she related to the feeling of losing someone dear and wanting to tear up the whole territory looking for them, even as she was on the brink of collapse? She swallowed that question, continuing, "But given your current state, it's all too likely that you yourself go missing, or worse." She did her best to keep her face from contorting with embarrassment; seriously, who did she think she was, giving advice to a deputy, of all cats? Did she really dare to question anyone's judgment? Heroneye, of all cats? But she managed to keep her facial expression neutral in the end, her tail tip flicking to and fro rhythmically.
Heroneye's gaze flicked idly to the smushed anthill. Dusklion had made a joke--that Talonpaw would probably just claw her if found--but she couldn't bring herself to laugh. She didn't laugh much normally, but now seemed like an especially inappropriate time. And then the deputy had asked if Heroneye had been doing some hunting. Her own whereabouts were irrelevant and unimportant, but Dusklion was clearly just trying to alleviate the tension, so Heroneye supposed it made sense. She probably still smelt of the fish she'd half-buried in gravel nearby, anyway.
"Yes, I was," Heroneye replied, turning her body in the direction of RiverClan's temporary camp. "I was just getting ready to head back." Okay, fine, that was a lie; Heroneye would much prefer hunting until dark as usual, until she absolutely could not continue (not like she had anything better to do, anyway), but she was really just trying to get the deputy back into camp. Heroneye's head turned back to Dusklion with a subtly pleading look on her face, silently trying to convey, Can we maybe go back, please? We really should go back, you know... with her eyes.
Thankfully, Brokenstream had more manners than himself. "Doing well," he rumbled, nodding in punctuation. "Ready to go home," he added with a furrowed brow. He shifted his paws in agitation, switching his weight distribution between them.
To his relief, Fadingstar announced that next. His eye drifted towards Dusklion, sitting apart from the others. Hopefully she would be well enough to make the trip home. It had been long and tedious, even with minor injuries from the battle. The battle. His pelt bristled at the thought of the other clans. He wasn't sure if he was looking forward to seeing the other clans so he could give them a piece of his mind or dreading it immensely.
The new Lionhearts were named next. "Congratulations," he blinked, flicking his tail towards his companion in approval. Brokenstream was a good choice. He was young, but he was active and loyal. What more could you ask for? The others he didn't know well, but Goldfish was a common sighting around camp. This would be excellent for the clan's health in the coming moons.
At the call of her name, Lionkit stepped forward eagerly. So much good news! They'd be going back to the old territory - which Lionkit did not get the opportunity to sneak out of before being swept away with the rest of the clan by a freaking ambush - and she'd get the opportunity to explore legally, considering the fact she'd be an apprentice come the end of the day.
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