Aspenpaw hadn't been doing to much, there wasn't much to do here. All he could think about was riverclan territory, lionsbeach and how he couldn't wait to go there again! Being on their territory had not only been exciting but it also helped...in a way? He didn't feel as sad! And that was good! Very good.
Dusklions call reached his ears, his first thoughts were; huh clanmeeting!? Wait why is dusklions calling the meeting- did Fadingstar DIE!?!?? no no. How could fadingstar have died, don't be silly aspenpaw. This is probably something not very important. Or atleast not important enough for the clan leader to call the meeting. Nevertheless aspenpaw made his way to dusklions and joining the growing crowd.
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Lionpaw joined the meeting.
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Falconflight strode over at Dusklion's call. Weird that the deputy was calling the meeting but he didn't think much of it. All he wanted was one nap, just one single nap, but no, everyone was always nagging him. Couldn't he just catch a break. With a huff, he plopped himself down and waited for whatever important announcement was coming.
Risingkite
Riverclan warrior
How strange...the star was not the one adressing the clan this time. Did something come up? It wasn't her business, but Risingkite couldn't help but inquire. She hoped it was nothing bad but then again a plague of bad luck had been following the clan recently. The lean she-cat sat down a far bit away, stormy grey hues fixed onto Dusklion, unmoving and full of hidden question.
Aspenpaw hadn't been doing to much, there wasn't much to do here. All he could think about was riverclan territory, lionsbeach and how he couldn't wait to go there again! Being on their territory had not only been exciting but it also helped...in a way? He didn't feel as sad! And that was good! Very good.
Dusklions call reached his ears, his first thoughts were; huh clanmeeting!? Wait why is dusklions calling the meeting- did Fadingstar DIE!?!?? no no. How could fadingstar have died, don't be silly aspenpaw. This is probably something not very important. Or atleast not important enough for the clan leader to call the meeting. Nevertheless aspenpaw made his way to dusklions and joining the growing crowd.
|{ Open }|
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Appretice\9 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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Another clan meeting? Marigoldpaw wasn't really doing much before it started other than staring at the overcast sky, but when she heard the hoarse yowl of the deputy she trotted over, her teeth clenched in an anxious grimace. Not many cats had gathered yet so spotting Aspenpaw was quite easy. She slipped into a sit next to him and mewed. "Hey... Uh, have have any idea what this one will be about?" No bad news, none please, please, please. She cat weaved a butterfly wing between her paw pads as she looked up at the battered deputy. She truly looked horrible. Hopefully nothing happened to Fadingstar.
[Deerspark]
He, Him\Warrior\26 moons\Riverclan
"Da da da we're dead-"
Purrks: One With The Warren [ACTIVE]
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Deerspark hadn't been doing anything other than pacing anxiously when the meeting was called and peaking over foliage to see the possible peril on Riverclan camp. It wasn't like Deerspark seeked bloodshed (he wasn't scared of it either) but he just wanted some closure. It had been two straight moons they had spent away from camp. And regardless of how red the sand in the clearing may look, Deerspark wanted to see. That was there home after all, rain or shine, guts or flowers.
Still, the tall tom was quick to answer the call and immediately darted over to the gathering place, his gaze elsewhere but his ears perked.
`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\44 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]
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Owltalon looked at the abandoned den with a puzzled expression. How could any creature possibly live in something like this? It was just so... Boxy? Anyways, Owltalon made haste to gather below Dusklion's claws, casting her friend a supportive look as she rolled back her shoulder and stood high. The full extent of her disoriented nature couldn't be seen with just her eyes but Owltalon could smell the unease piercing through the air. It led her to shift her haughty paws somewhat uncomfortably, but she kept her gaze steady on the deputy regardless.
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\27 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
Baby Boomer - [INACTIVE]
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No matter how distant as her faith in Starclan had become, Swanberry still had a knack for knowledge. Whatever news waited for her this meeting would certainly be something staying around for. Downfall was right beneath her paws, crumbling and threatening to swallow her and her clan whole. It's not like she could stop it, murder won't stop the destruction, it might just fuel it.
Of course, Swanberry was slower than usual as being a pregnant cat was certainly a harder task than she expected. But Swanberry was admittedly tired of lounging, she wanted to be a warrior again, prevail over all odds, show that she still had some fight left in her withering bones.
[All are OPEN]
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Berrypaw padded forward, her brow creased in concern. Dusklion looked... angry. She sat down, hanging off to the side of the gathered cats, staying quiet with rounded green eyes.
[ closed for now <3 ]
— STAGHEART —
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; beefed up tier 3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 52 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, yet thoughtful; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart made his way over towards Berrypaw, noticing much of the same thing; Dusklion did not look happy. With a slight frown on an otherwise neutral face, he plopped down beside his adoptive daughter, waiting in silence.
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Berrypaw is RiverClan's medicine cat apprentice! 