Duskleaf was actually somewhat upset by Bearsnout’s disappearance, he seemed a decent and promising cat with a bright future, so the news that he had disappeared made him quite sad, however that would soon be followed by some good news: new Lionhearts! Duskleaf was really looking forward to hearing Fadingstar’s choices. Even if he didn’t know them too well, at the very least he knew both of the other cats currently on the team were great picks for the role. So he didn’t doubt that any new additions would be solid picks too. So when Fadingstar announced the new Lionhearts, Duskleaf quickly scanned the clearing for them, taking note of where each of them were. Sure he’d have to welcome them to the team once the meeting concluded. Of the new Lionhearts, Brokenstream was the one he was most familiar with, and he seemed like a brilliant fit for the job! The others he didn’t know so well, but that would hopefully change very quickly.
"Congratulations!" Duskleaf shouted after the announcement was made. He was looking forward to working with the new Lionhearts. Then Fadingstar started naming the kits that would become apprentices, all ten of them! Well that’s a nice surprise, a lot of new apprentices!
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Last night I lay in bed
Looking up at the stars
And I thought to myself:
Where the hell is my ceiling?
Squid tried again, seeing if he could get the message across “You. river??" He pointed at the stranger then at a closest river in sight. Being more clear may help it.
She made note of Squid who was there as well, but was right now more focused on the other cat, copper eyes narrowing slightly, more in confusion than suspicion. "You don't seem fine, like have you been eating regularly?"
She studied the grey and white molly a bit longer. "But yeah, we're the cats who live here, but we prefer to call ourselves the Atari. I'm Saturn, the Crown... or like, chief cat, I suppose." Apperently not everyone used the word 'crown' for their leader. "This," she signaled towards the shorter cat, "Is Squid, one of our trappers. Eh, so a trapper is someone who spends their time hunting and making traps."
Alright, enough explaining their ranks, there were more important things at paw. "So like do you need something? If your group is that low on prey I can send a few of our cats to help you get back on your paws, maybe show you how to survive in the mountains and all of that." It could be tough at times, but it was the warm seasons so Saturn could afford to lend a paw if it meant less cats suffering like... whatever was going on with this one.
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@HerbalTea @Rose
She/Her | Purrk(s): Just A Scratch
[ Hey so ... I'm going to have Wisteriawren not understand squid again because there's no river here I think :sweats: ]
Gold-flecked blue eyes focused on Squid for a long, bewildered second, trying to make sense of what he was saying. It only served to make Wisteriawren feel worse when she couldn't tell what the poor cat was signing to her.
Attention drifting back to Saturn at their question, the RiverClan molly felt her pelt heat up with shame. Was she really that awful looking? Or was she just that obvious? Or maybe she was a terrible liar... "I... well... I eat." Did she eat enough? Probably not. But...
"Saturn." Wisteriawren repeated the odd name curiously. She had never heard of something called a saturn. It had been so long since she'd last heard a singular name and not two joined together. "Hello, to both of you... Saturn, Squid. My, um, is Wisteriawren. For the flower and the bird- but I used to be named Melody." Why she was telling her companion this, she did not know.
Or maybe she did know. It felt nice to talk to someone who didn't know about all her misgivings. That was until the Crown asked about prey level, and Wisteriawren found herself shaking her head vehemently. Oh no. That'd just bring more attention to her - she didn't want it. "We're not low - not at all, no. We're good, we're fine, thank you for the offer-"
The short female stopped rapidly shaking her head because it was making her dizzy, but the black spots in her vision had the ground suddenly feeling uneven, and the ex-kittypet stumbled a few steps sideways. "Oh." She breathed after she'd righted herself, vision clearing once more and relief settling where panic had begun to rise. . . that was, until she felt the millions of tiny objects wriggling over her paw, and the stocky gray molly glanced down in alarm.
Her gaze caught on the anthill she stepped on, horror filling her not only for herself - but for the whole ant house thingy she'd just carelessly ruined, and when the first needle-like bites started burning, Wisteriawren snapped back into reality with a yelp, flinging her paw and jumping back several feet away out of reflex.
♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
It was quite nice, knowing that soon she could be home. Home home. Not this unfamiliar, vast mountainous terrain, but actually at home, in Riverclan territory. Where water could surround her from all sides, floating her along in the river. Carefree, relaxed, comfortable. But safety Made her feel the best. Somewhere she could properly recover, if she needed more time. But she didn’t think she would. The Ace of Spades had her heart held gently. Gently by the cats she cared about, gently warmed and hugged. By the spirit of her lost love, and those who she had lost and regained.
Who all cared about her. It made the tortoiseshell feel quite sappy in all honesty. Very mushy and wishy washy. That wasn’t cool, Goldfish didn’t appreciate that feeling. Dusklion had returned, hmm? That was another weight lifted from her shoulders. The Riverclan Deputy looked tired to say the least, and she frowned slightly. But at least Dusklion was back seemingly from the dead. The fall was intense looking on the search patrol, but apparently not intense enough to kill her. That was a miracle.
Oh? Bearsnout was gone? Where had they.. oh, disappeared. How unfortunate. Goldfish had never known the lionheart but they seemed like a good cat, or else they wouldn’t have been the rank they were. Fadingstar wouldn’t have selected the brown tabby. Oh, new Lionhearts? Stop. No, heart, don’t race. You don’t have a chance. Goldfish shifted a bit on her paws. The Ace of Spades didn’t stand a chance. Someone like Mudsmoke or Jayfrost or her sister or Adderstrike. They were all better than she was. She had been late on a patrol. She had been late. She had no chance.
Heroneye. Caveclaw. Good, hardworking warriors. See? You werrrrrrrrrre.. chosen. Goldfish. Next lionhearts. Her head was awhirl as cats cheered. Goldfish the Lionheart. All her work, her wishing, her patrolling her running her hunting her fighting her devotion. It had all paid off. She’d done it. She was a mentor and a mother. A warrior and a friend. A cat others would look up to. A lionheart. An unfamiliar swell rose in her blackfurred chest as her brain slowly processed the announcement. Lionheart. The rest of what was said was simply a blur as she looked around, bewildered with a goofy grin on her maw.
She did it! She did it! Lionheart! Lionheart! Her biggest supporters had to be proud now, right? Where were her kits? Where was Jayfrost and Spottedstream? They had to be here, right? Ashenkit and Seakit and Marigoldpaw, cats who looked up to her as a mentor or a mother. Were they happy for her? Surely they were. And her dearest friends? And Pepperbounce? He must be happy, even though he was dead. Proud of her. She nodded up at the leader, happy, then peered around for her loved ones.
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[lazy tired post wheeze]
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"There was no one in the town and no one in the field
this dusty, barren land had given all it could yield..."
Baneberrykit heard lots of unimportant words. Well they were important, but not to her. Yap yap yap. Ooo, territory! Home! Bane still had good thoughts of Mama, that she would march into camp and rescue her. She didn’t know why. In fact, The Storyteller liked it here. So why did she still think about her? Her blue eyes looked up at Fadingfunstar. Wowee, new lionhearts! That’s so cool! Baneberrykit had little to no idea why they were so important! But it’s still cool!
The kit had her long sleek tail resting on the stone earth. WAAAIT! she heard other stuff! Shellkit Lionkit Smolderkit Emberkit Bayberrykit!! Hey, they would be apprentices! A small touch of unfamiliar yet very very real anxiety swirled in her belly. The Storyteller swallowed her dry throat. Conjuring up some bravery Lion and Smolder would totally be jealous of, she stepped up for her ceremony under the cat who had taken her into the clan.
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[another tired lazy post]
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"There was no one in the town and no one in the field
this dusty, barren land had given all it could yield..."
A certain little terror's really got to figure out how to be timely in her attendance or she's going to live to regret it. Salamanderkit ignores the call initially, so immersed in bullying a poor beetle is she. Who cares about this grown cat stuff! She needs to show this bug who's boss!
It's a shame, too; the warning to misbehaving young cats is one that she should be sat there and absorbing, for how relevant it's destined to be for her. Alas, Fadingstar's words drift over her head, not into her ears. Pity, that.
The beetle has stopped resisting by the time news continues on about their impending return home. Salamanderkit finally peeks up and over at the gathered cats, the mighty Starpoint. The terms of Riverclan's return are a thing she tries to be present for, she does....but, gah, it's a lot of talking. It's a lot of talking and Salamanderkit is just one speckly little dummy and that damned beetle just twitched at her—!!
The battle is back on in full force. She hits it, slaps it, bowls it, nips it. Names are being listed off for some great accolade, but she's too busy dewinging that poor beetle. Names, news, nothing. Guh. Take that! And that!
—Salamanderkit,—
What. Oh no. Is she in trouble?
Salamanderkit's managed to wedge the whole bug into her mouth by the time her name is called. She looks up owlishly, one crooked beetle leg dangling out of her mouth. Oh, okay, it's just apprentice stuff—it's apprentice stuff!!!
Suddenly Salamanderkit moves with the urgency and attentiveness that she'd been lacking this whole time, careening through the gathered cats to bulldoze her way up front and center. Her mouth moves clumsily around the bug in it as she desperately tries to chew it small enough to swallow (which is her first instinct rather than just spitting the darn thing out). She's still working at it as she sits in place, pelt a mess and eyes huge.
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Heroneye's mouth twitched as the apprentice called her strange things like "smart" and "talented". She almost wanted to wave her paw dismissively and say, Oh, no. You must be thinking of a different cat entirely. Heroneye, smart and talented? Funny. But, well that would be quite a rude thing to say, wouldn't it? And to be honest, a small, selfish part of Heroneye couldn't help but enjoy pretending to be the sort of cat others could look up to. Just for a moment, until Softpaw was inevitably disillusioned.
But Softpaw had continued before Heroneye could formulate a decent response, so she ducked her head, turning towards the apprentice. She wanted Heroneye to make a promise. Sure, why not? She didn't really have anything to lose, humoring Softpaw, and she doubted it would be anything particularly unreasonable. Softpaw then asked Heroneye to promise not to change, even after she'd become a Lionheart. That was... certainly an unexpected request. Heroneye blinked slowly, digesting the other cat's words.
Well, Heroneye was supposed to change, right? Or at least give the appearance of change. If she was wholly inadequate as she stood, she would at least have to try to seem just that much better than she really was. But if it was as Softpaw had said, that they had chosen Heroneye for Heroneye, then well, maybe she really could just... be as she had always been? Ugh, Stars... How was Heroneye to hold both the thoughts that she was undeserving of any attention, but also that the high ranks generally had good judgment and wouldn't choose a cat who was obviously useless? How were those contradictions supposed to exist in her mind?
Heroneye suddenly snapped back from her thoughts, gaze flicking to her apprentice's expectant face. She would have to give a satisfactory answer, right? "Yes, Softpaw," she said at last. "I promise."
Heroneye's mouth twitched as the apprentice called her strange things like "smart" and "talented". She almost wanted to wave her paw dismissively and say, Oh, no. You must be thinking of a different cat entirely. Heroneye, smart and talented? Funny. But, well that would be quite a rude thing to say, wouldn't it? And to be honest, a small, selfish part of Heroneye couldn't help but enjoy pretending to be the sort of cat others could look up to. Just for a moment, until Softpaw was inevitably disillusioned.
But Softpaw had continued before Heroneye could formulate a decent response, so she ducked her head, turning towards the apprentice. She wanted Heroneye to make a promise. Sure, why not? She didn't really have anything to lose, humoring Softpaw, and she doubted it would be anything particularly unreasonable. Softpaw then asked Heroneye to promise not to change, even after she'd become a Lionheart. That was... certainly an unexpected request. Heroneye blinked slowly, digesting the other cat's words.
Well, Heroneye was supposed to change, right? Or at least give the appearance of change. If she was wholly inadequate as she stood, she would at least have to try to seem just that much better than she really was. But if it was as Softpaw had said, that they had chosen Heroneye for Heroneye, then well, maybe she really could just... be as she had always been? Ugh, Stars... How was Heroneye to hold both the thoughts that she was undeserving of any attention, but also that the high ranks generally had good judgment and wouldn't choose a cat who was obviously useless? How were those contradictions supposed to exist in her mind?
Heroneye suddenly snapped back from her thoughts, gaze flicking to her apprentice's expectant face. She would have to give a satisfactory answer, right? "Yes, Softpaw," she said at last. "I promise."
Softpaw looked at her mentor with a trusting look. "I trust you to keep the promise. No fake promises" Softpaw teased gently, pressing her muzzle to her mentors in a show of rare grattitude.
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Oceanstar is the leader of Beachclan!
"You did a great job today and I hope you smile a little by thinking about me at the end of the day" -Kim Hongjoong
Shoving her sister forward through the entrance of the warriors den, Wolfsong stepped out into the clearing and wrapped her tail around her paws as she sat. New apprentices!
She couldn't help but feel excited. It had been so long since the sisters had witnessed a ceremony.
Stifling a yawn, the dark warrior gave a hoarse chirp to her sister and blinked the sleep from her eyes. Moonfrost gazed around the clearing sadly. It was good to be back in the clan, but it didn't feel the same without her son.
Re: The Starpoint
