RiverClan Meeting (August 20, 2024)

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Willowtail nodded gently
Daisykit slept
Weepingpaw coughed
Softpaw blinked
Sweetsap sighed and sat down

[constellation]

 

Originally Posted by Blaaze

 

♤ Goldfish ♤
♤The Ace of Spades♤
Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing]
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Dusklion had recovered, but Fadingstar was looking starsawful as he began to speak. The Ace of Spades was no fool. Something was going on. Something sinister. Something bad. The medicine den and nursery, kept under guard. Ashensplash. They were on lockdown in their own camp. Trust nobody. Keep your guard up. No matter how nice their pelt looked. How sober they were. How relatable, how kind, how Trustworthy. Trust. No. Cat. Nowhere is safe. All these thoughts were violently clouding Goldfish’s proper judgement as she heard him speak. The tortoiseshell shook her head violently for a moment' squeezing her eyes shut before opening them with a tight sigh. Oh..? No. Not again. Thoughts and memories choked her for a moment. Larkstar. Birdsnow. T a n s y p a w. Now Mistyshard. Would it ever end? Would the damn list end? Would Riverclan ever be stable again? It gave the molly a headache just thinking about it. It made her feel sick. If only she enjoyed herbs or felt good about them she would do it.

Oh, dear stars. It was for nothing.

Mistyshard being medicine cat. Minks. Running. Away. It was all for good and DAMN NOTHING! Goldfish wanted to scream. To attack. Something in her claws, blood on her paws, her own, someone else's. She didn't know how to say all these feelings and emotions out loud. Minks would still be here, she wouldn't wouldn't a selfish good for nothing rat. She had always been selfish. She saw that now. Minks hadn't wanted things for the clan, she wanted things for her. Why was the ground moving? What..? She blinked and shook her head but the ground was swirling below her paws. Her breathing sped up, heart rate excellerated. Calm down, calm down. Deep breaths. Closing her eyes to press back the feelings and thoughts, Goldfish violently dug her claws into the earth so hard she began shaking until she realized she had stopped breathing. Redwater had spoken, but when? The Ace of Spades was uncertain and couldn't think straight right now. She had to focus. To stay calm. To relax. To breathe. Yes. Deep breaths.

Slowly she relaxed and opened her eyes. "Sorry about that, Rive- ha! Sorry, not River,, I meant Redwater. I don't know where that came from." What in the world, Goldfish, get your act together. With a small purr of laughtershe continued speaking. "Redwater. Thank you. Sorry, I kind of just.. wasn't thinking straight. Got a touch of a nasty memory. One of those you just can't stop remembering, you know? Sorry, I don't want to bore you or anything. Its nithing remotely interesting after all." "Only my traitor daughter." She didn't add that part however. No need in crying over eaten prey. It was nothing interesting really. Just.. just things that make her blink and clear the memories away.
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@/constellation

REDWATER
THE THREE OF SWORDS
| she/her | warrior | 23 moons |
| Agatha Kitty, The Collector |

TW: dark thoughts

Stillness had seemed to fall over the clearing. RiverClan was back. But it’s Leader, Deputy, and Medicine cats seemed to be as weak as when they left. Dusklion had healed. It was apparent. She’d gone missing, and then returned, and nothing had been accomplished while she was gone. Typical. But then there was Fadingstar. He looked like mouse-bile. Exactly how Redwater imagined her appearance. Ungroomed fur, blistered pads, bloodshot eyes, the perfect image of a depressed and heartbroken Three of Swords.

Redwater shifted. The news, the deep, heart-wrenching news that would cut a wound of surprise in each of the normal warriors had seemed to cut deeper than it should have. Had RiverClan gotten all the rotten luck? All the fear, the hatred? All the claws embedded in their fur? All the blood spilled? Would anything go right?

Probably not.

Redwater expected impeding doom for all of them. RiverClan was to become like the SkyClan of old, and be reduced to just a few cats and merge with one of the other weasel-hearted Clans. Not that RiverClan wasn’t weasel-hearted either. Not much of a point to living anymore. Redwater thought. Perhaps I should just go and throw myself off a cliff. It would rid a burden of f many cats. After all, who wanted her here anymore?

Red’s russet ears picked up some words. Spoken by a female cat. Oh yeah. Redwater’s sharp eyes blinked, and she turned again to Goldfish. The Molly was stuttering for some reason. Redwater scoffed. ”Hah. I’m no stranger to memories. Or nightmares.” Her hoarse voice had hidden meaning. A meaning she doubted that Goldfish would pick up. Who knew if Golfish even knew about Fi—nonononononononononono

[Yoshdo]

Rainingpaw padded away after the meeting.
Nutkit went on to explore the edges of the clearing. He stepped in an ant hill, shaking his paw in bewilderment.
Bravebolt went towards the nursery.