Ears twitching in gratitude, Stormstar offered Stags a warm smile. "Thanks. It feels... good, to be seen by the stars 'n recognized as this Clan's leader." She didn't mention the part about Mr. Whateverhisnamewas simply because she didn't want to bring up any doubts.
Ah, Daisypaw. If she were being honest, the new leader hadn't tried to think about the kid in awhile, mainly because of her... slight disagreement with her brother in this new rank. She felt terrible for thinking it, but the dangers that could threaten the kid with such a fragile sense of life... one mishap and it could all be over... There was a risk to even keeping her in the Clan. "Ah, yeah... To be honest, Stags, 'm... I don't know if that role is the right choice for Daisy - or to implement into RiverClan in general." She would soon grow older, more capable, and having a cat not trained in the ways of fighting, or being unable to defend herself, could be a liability.
Brows furrowed, the leader glanced over at the wall. This was a difficult decision. "...'M just worried what her future looks like. If she's... out collectin' herbs, or huntin'... what if she gets cornered by an enemy? Or gets into a tough spot that she can't get herself out of? Life out here... it's tough... 'n I don't want... a cat who's unable to defend themselves out here. It's... it's a liability." Yeah, she hated saying that almost as much as she was sure Stags hated hearing it. Whatever her brother had been thinking about this... she wasn't sure.
Looking back up to the tom, the confliction about what to do was clear in her eyes. "...What do you think is best?" This was a new situation, and even though her mind was telling her the best option forward, Stormstar didn't want to say it, because that would mean ripping Daisypaw from the only life she had known...
— STAGHEART —
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude 3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 53 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, yet thoughtful; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart nodded at first as Stormstar talked about being accepted by the stars; that was a nice thought. Even with her only having gained one extra life due to RiverClan's restrictions (presumably from its unstable leadership, he could only guess), StarClan had still accepted the then-Dusklion and made her leader. At least their ancestors hadn't given up on them, or not completely, it seemed.
But then Storm started to speak about Daisypaw, and he could tell from the caution in her tone that she shared much of the same concerns that Stag did himself. He almost winced at the word 'liability' — mainly because it was the exact same word he'd considered himself, though he'd never say it aloud. Not when the kit had sort of been taken under his wing, considering him a father figure to her because she'd been orphaned during the raid those few moons ago. It filled him with guilt and dread, but also a dulled sense of validation to know he wasn't the only one who'd been more than concerned for Daisy in these ways.
He let out a long sigh at her last question, going quiet for several moments in deep thought. His leader had points, as much as he hated hearing them — because they reflected his inner concerns so clearly. There had been many times when Stagheart could easily picture the young cat being torn to shreds by some predator, or making one wrong misstep that made her fall to her doom, or... so many other things that her fragile body would easily break under. He cleared his throat, looking down at his paws before raising his stark blue gaze to Stormstar's.
"I... I don't know," he finally meowed. It wasn't often that the stoic warrior showed too much uncertainty, but when it came to poor little Daisypaw's place in the Clan, and her fate... he was nearly at a loss of what to do. He was quiet for another moment, taking in a breath to gather more of his thoughts. "...I don't know much 'bout these sorts of things. I really only get fightin', huntin', 'n not much else. Fragile kids who wanna help, yet get their muscles pulled by stretchin' too hard... those sorta things are beyond me," he admitted with a frown. He remembered that day he'd seen such a thing happen while visiting the young cat at the abandoned Twoleg den. That had really been the kicker for him — what could they do with a cat like her in the Clan?
"...I get what you're sayin' — in fact, I agree with it, which is what's hardest, He continued and narrowed his eyes, his gaze glazing over a bit as he pictured the young 'paw in his mind. "But Daisy, she... she ain't got much else. Orphaned kit, Brightnight died while givin' birth when we were driven out of our old camp... she's just got Willowtail 'n Weepin'paw now. And me'n Berry, I 'spose... sees me as a father of sorts." He sighed again, slowly leaning back on his haunches, shaking his head as if changing his train of thought. He was getting off track; what should they do? Stormstar looked just as conflicted and concerned as he did. It was a sort of... unprecedented situation. At least that he'd personally seen.
"She's got the heart for helpin', but I ain't sure what we could have her do besides the little things Fadin'star suggested, 'n do our best to keep her safe at camp. Beyond that..." He hung his head a bit, as if ashamed of just having no clue. "...I honestly don't know..."
He was a practical cat, but there seemed to be no reasonable solution in his mind that he could find. And that was the most frustrating thing of all... feeling like he could truly do nothing. The conflict was clear on his weathered features.
purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge t2
she / they . riverclan med cat app
21 moons . missing back leg
tags ; @taillow - stormsy-wormsy
tws for this post: none
cobwebfern nosed her way in and laid down next to her older sister, happy at the invitation to come in. she laid her head on stormstar's shoulder and almost fell asleep, she was so exhausted. she purred softly, feeling genuinely at home for the first time in a little while. yawning, then laughing because stormy's yawn was contagious, the apprentice cleared her throat and began to talk. ' hi.. i missed you. when you were at the starcave with berries. you're the best, both of you, 'nd i missed you a lot.. how did it go? ' she intentionally held back from speaking about her new role, a little too embarassed to actually talk about the elephant in the room.
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cobwebfern is riverclan’s medicine cat apprentice !
she and berryshine have a semi-closed den policy .
Stormstar - RiverClan Leader
It came as a bit of a surprise to hear that the older warrior wanted to mentor Starrykit, but not as much as she should've figured. As much as she held irritation at not being told, it wasn't shared by just Wavebreaker alone. There were other warriors that could've just as easily reported as well. "...I don't see why not. Starrykit could use somethin' to look forward to that's not just sittin' in the nursery all day. But I don't want any rough trainin' - she's still just four moons old. Basics are good until she get's a bit older. 'N no fights either."
Getting to her paws and stifling a yawn, Stormstar glanced at the den entrance then back to Wavebreaker. "One thing I do wanna ask you once Starrykit's apprenticed... if you can take her to where her sister was buried." It would hopefully help start helping with her grief. "Wisteriawren - the light gray tabby with the blue eyes? She... she found Elderkit 'n buried her somewhere in the territory. I think it would be good for Starrykit to... get a chance to say goodbye."
Wavebreaker
|43 Moons|
As his leader spoke her intentions quite clearly, Wavbreaker's eyes lit up gratefully. It was a chance to right his wrongs with the kit in their earlier meeting, a chance for him to do some good. Blizzardoak had instilled in him ideals which were close to the black cats heart. Not every interaction for a warrior was about survival or the tools for it. Sometimes it came down to simply reaching out to others and creating a community where all RiverClanners could be at ease. Where their talents could be brought forward through hard work and perseverance as a group. His felt tipped ears latched on to these thoughts as Stormstar mentioned Wisteriawren and bringing closure for Starrykit in regards to her sisters passing. I'd give anything to know what happened to my father. His dark blue eyes became more serious as he processed those longing feelings.
"Of course. You can count on me Stormstar. I will see if Wisteriawren remembers where Elderkit was buried, once I've confirmed the site I shall take Starrykit with me." He had seen Wisteriawren conversing with Berrypaw at the last gathering, right before Spiderthroats kits had burst onto the scene. He hoped privately it wouldn't be too much trouble to track her down. He gave a quick nod to his leader "Thank you for hearing me out, that's all I had for you Stormstar. Is there anything else you need of me before I return to my duties?"
☘︎ Pebblesplash gulped. Although she needed to hear it, it still stung just as much. A bee sting still hurts even when you know it’s coming. Her nose burned as she held back the tears she wanted to shed. Hadn’t she cried enough about it? Every day she used the same reason to laze around like a spoiled kitty pet, it was about time she put in the same effort that Riverclan was putting into her. She had been snapped back to reality, and with no one that would continue to pity her, Pebblesplash had to move on. She should have moved on moons ago. Even though she’s heard this so many times, this was the first time she really saw it as real…
☘︎ The torbie lets out a saddened sigh as her ears folded back slightly. “Thank you… I… needed to hear that…” She paused, for her voice had cracked a bit. “I’m really… really happy that you’re leading RiverClan…” although she was genuine, it was hard to get her words out, choking on them slightly. “RiverClan needs this…” She dipped her head and went to leave once again. This marked a start for Pebblesplash… a new start. She needed to stop living in the past and create her own future… her loved ones wouldn’t be in it, but this is what they would have wanted her to do… The mollie leaves…
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Notes: this was so late! I have like 3 exams this week lol ——————
Primrosepaw
RiverClan Apprentice
´´The Empress´´
Ultimate Predator
Trick of the Eye
Go with the Flow 131 / 100
Primrosepaw´s small-statured form appeared at the den entrance as she approached with soft pawsteps. ´´Stormstar?´´ The Empress called in before making her way inside of the den. The apprentice sat back on her haunches in front of the gray-furred leader.
´´I wanted to let you know that I passed my assessment. I caught a rabbit and a carp, and Adderstrike said that my battle performance was excellent.´´ Primrosepaw blinked, emerald hues fixed on Stormstar. ´´However, that isn´t the only reason I am here. I wanted to request my warrior name, if you´ll allow it.´´
Taking a deep breath, the Empress met the Clan Leader´s blue hues. ´´I would like to be called Primroseadder. Not just after Adderstrike,´´ Primrosepaw added on quickly. ´´but because I feel as if it matches my nature.´´
[ @taillow - i forgot her punishment was over yesterday lmao ]
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╰┈➤ ❝ [Goldfish] ❞
| RiverClan Lionheart | She/her | Mentions; @taillow @Goopysharkboi [note; this takes place BEFORE her last visit & the meeting! Sorry for the delay ;w;] |
Goldfish's golden eyes reflected the light from the den. As soon as the Leader's den had been established, The Lionheart had made quick work of directing the new outsider, Cheese, into Dusklion's den. The tortoishell lilted her chin when she faced the small, plump feline, motioning for her to follow her in. "Heya, Dusklion." She mewed cheerfully, paw steps organized and quick as she stepped toward the enterance of the den. She flicked one ear, turning to face Cheese once more. "This outsider, Cheese, was being.. aggressively spoken to by a tomcat, she said she wished to join the clan. Brought her back as soon as I could, but everything was super hectic and there was no good time to approach you." Goldfish explained honestly, tail tip giving one flick and her claws slightly unsheathing in her thought, not aggressively.
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Goldfish Is one of Riverclan’s Lionhearts!
She is Open to Apprentice Training and Plot ideas! My Characters' Opinions do Not reflect my Own!
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alec is in the corner. bean is poking me with a stick.
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╰┈➤ ❝ [Goldfish] ❞
| RiverClan Lionheart | She/her | Mentions; @taillow @Goopysharkboi [note; this takes place BEFORE her last visit & the meeting! Sorry for the delay ;w;] |
Goldfish's golden eyes reflected the light from the den. As soon as the Leader's den had been established, The Lionheart had made quick work of directing the new outsider, Cheese, into Dusklion's den. The tortoishell lilted her chin when she faced the small, plump feline, motioning for her to follow her in. "Heya, Dusklion." She mewed cheerfully, paw steps organized and quick as she stepped toward the enterance of the den. She flicked one ear, turning to face Cheese once more. "This outsider, Cheese, was being.. aggressively spoken to by a tomcat, she said she wished to join the clan. Brought her back as soon as I could, but everything was super hectic and there was no good time to approach you." Goldfish explained honestly, tail tip giving one flick and her claws slightly unsheathing in her thought, not aggressively.
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Cheese(fireglow pre name-change) was looking around in curiosity, tail swishing as she sat down and gently dipped her head to Stormstar.
OspreyDart hobbled along, seeing the den he'd lay by the entrance. As he crouched down on the sand he slipped falling onto his stomach. "Ouch!" The tom laid down from that spot putting his head on his paws. Two minutes go by and he is asleep
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{OspreyDart}
Osprey flicked his tail as he stared at
night sky. "Every cat has a story,
you just never found the ending
to yours just yet."
Poppyburst - RiverClan Warrior
The Collector
Chill of Death
Kitty Softpaws Tier 2
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“For starters, Goldfish would have let you know. She’s a Lionheart, after all. None of us were thinking about it at that time, as we were all focused on rescuing the kit. Second,” Blazing green hues met icy blue ones. “Wavebreaker didn’t tell you because he and Goldenwing are the cats who caused the problem in the first place. Starrykit would never have had to be rescued if it hadn’t been for them.”Mouse-brained toms.
Poppyburst understood where Stormstar was coming from. “I knew it was a risky move, Stormstar. That’s why I did it. Would you rather I have risked Goldfish’s life on that branch - or let Starrykit drown?” Her whiskers twitched irritably. “I will admit that I wasn’t thinking straight when I crossed that branch, and I’m sorry-“Not like you’ll forgive me for it.“-but I’m not gonna apologize for rescuing Starrykit.”
The blame shifting only served to ruffle the leader's fur more. Every cat on that patrol had a responsibility to report, and none of them had - it infuriated Stormstar that Poppyburst didn't seem to grasp that. "After, fluff-for-brains. After she was rescued. Stop blame shiftin' - you're a warrior just as much as the rest of 'em, not a kit who doesn't know how to find my den 'n make reports." She was half a whisker away from really laying into the warrior if she tried to wiggle her way out of blame.
"I'd rather you wait until a plan is made, or orders are given, Poppyburst. Did you not hear anythin' I just said? 'M not askin' you to apologize for rescuin' Starrypaw. 'M tellin' you the next time you're reckless 'n go against orders like that, you'll be Poppypaw. Now get out of my den." Stormstar gave a lash of her tail to indicate for the she-cat to leave.
´´Stormstar?´´ Thrushsong called into the den, his emerald hues narrowing against the gloominess to make out the gray-furred leader´s pelt. ´´I was stopping by to give a small report on Bumblepaw´s training.´´
The gray-and-white mackerel tabby tom emerged into the den and sat back on his haunches, wrapping his tail around his paws. ´´I´ve taken her for her territory tour. Bumblepaw was interested of course,´´ Thrushsong let a purr rumbled in his throat at the memory of her visible disgust at the ShadowClan scent markers at Saltmeadow Marsh. ´´She made it clear she isn´t a fan of ShadowClan scent, or of....furry....prey, saying she´d rather stick to carp and salmon. To be honest, I don´t blame her. I don´t know how ThunderClan can put up with it, eating fur and bones.´´
Some RiverClanners ate fur and feather prey, and Thrushsong did sometimes, but as far as he knew, Bumblepaw was pure fish and fish only.
Stormstar - RiverClan Leader
Glancing up from where she was grooming herself, the leader nodded for Thrushsong to come in, curious what he had to report. Warriors didn't normally give training reports really, so this was a first. "No one's a fan of those rats, so I don't blame her," she snorted with an amused twitch of her whiskers.
Land prey wasn't bad, since it was what RiverClan relied on during leaf-bare when the rivers froze over. "Anythin' else?" A report was great and all, but Stormstar wasn't exactly sure what to do with the information unless Bumblepaw was ready to be made into a warrior - which the leader knew wasn't the case.
Re: RiverClan Leader's Den
Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
Re: RiverClan Leader's Den
