RiverClan Skyridge

[xavier.]

~ Raccoonpelt gave a small nod and smile to the one-eyed tom upon the streamstone and was about to reply to his mate before of course being interrupted. Oh no. Of course cats would notice him, how wouldn't they? The raccoon-like cat looked over at the cat who had asked why he had Shadowclan scent. Then another cat showed up and asked Flintfang why Raccoonpelt called him love. Maybe the name was a bad idea. Raccoonpelt opened his mouth to speak before once again getting interrupted by another cat. The tom looked over at who the voice belonged too only to be met with the familiar pelt of the apprentice from that gathering, Silverpaw, Flintfangs younger sister, expect she was now sporting a new scar across her throat. The molly turned her attention to Raccoonpelt asking who he was calling love and why he was intruding.

"I'm not intruding!! I swear!-"

The tom stopped himself when he watched as Silverpaw turned her attention to his lover. Asking the same thing as the cat before her did. What? She had been killed by a Shadowclan cat? The new scar made sense and Raccoonpelt had heard about cats simply coming back to life he's just never met a cat who has. It was when Silverpaw asked if Flintfang was abandoning her and Reed (Was that the name of the warrior? Was she related to Flintfang and Silverpaw?) had Raccoonpelt second guess his choice. The tom didn't want a family to be torn apart just because of him. Raccoonpelt wouldn't even be surprised if Flintfang took their side. Oh Look another cat joined the conversation. The gray and black tom understood the reaction to him if he was being completely honest.

"I promise I'm not going to hurt anyone!"

Everything was getting too much. All this yelling and questioning. A sensory overload if you will. All the tom wanted to do was stuff his face into the fur of his beloved and so he did. Then the comforting voice of Flintfang filled the toms ears. How Flintfang tried to reassured the two and speak about how he needed to find what he loved and find himself. Then the subject of Silverpaw passing her assessment. There was some good news after all. Then the words that made the tom slightly lift his head. The words that made Raccoonpelt fall in love all over again.

'I will have Raccoonpelt until I am denied. And like I promised you those days ago, only till death do Raccoonpelt and I part.'

After that Raccoonpelts tail was then twined with the warrior next to him. Raccoonpelt didn't expect the voice of the leader to make its way throughout the clearing. The gray and black tom looked over at the lord of the waters who was now yelling. Not at him but at the clan.. or well the cats who had questioned him and Flintfang before going into the details of the leaders old mate and adopted daughter. Even if he had heard it once Raccoonpelt still felt the sympathy for the cat upon the streamstone. The tom gave Pikestar a appreciative look. After the king had finished their speech another warrior came to defend Raccoonpelt and then another. Raccoonpelt gave both of them a smile.

"Thank you.."

Raccoonpelt said to the two. Right now he just wanted to have all eyes off of him. Getting attention was draining especially to the black and gray tom. ~

| @~ moonwatcher x Qibli ~ - Cinderpaw; @SpiritedWarrior - Reedwhisker; @effervescent. - Silverpaw; @~*Luka x Yuki*~ - Lobsterbite; @Kat - Flintfang; @canineantics - Pikestar; @~_Lumity_~ - Graytail; @WhiteDawn - Nightspark |

[Celestial_Sky]

Tidepaw yowled in agreement with Nightspark, showing her trust towards Raccoonpelt. “No clanmate should be treated unfairly!” She mewed. Even though she was just a small apprentice, doesn’t mean she couldn’t have an opinion. The light brown she-cat glared around at some of the hostile cats, furious at their disapproval of Pikestar’s decision.

[Brightstorm☆]

He looked at the leader not saying any word.(sorry no time to do more rp today so this is simple)

[SpiritedWarrior]

Reedwhisker

@moonlit.x @canineantics @Kat @~ moonwatcher x Qibli ~ @Ashie da WindClanner

Reedwhisker couldn't necessarily say she couldn't believe her brother's minnow-headed thoughts due to her own actions when she was younger. With Silverpaw's frustrations and Pikestar's furiousness, the young she-cat couldn't keep the secret any longer. If they were all spilling their secrets this meeting, it was best she told RiverClan and her kits the truth about who they were. Feeling her sister's fur collide with hers, Reedwhisker let out a soft sigh.

"Pikestar's right. Raccoonpelt is our Clanmate now, and he's mine and Silverpaw's brother's mate. Whether we like it or not, there's no trying to convince Flintfang taking a former ShadowClanner as a mate is a bad idea- I mean... Pikestar had a former ShadowClanner as a mate and his adopted daughter was also a former ShadowClanner."

"And while we're all spilling secrets, it's about time I spilled mine. Fen, formerly known as Fenpaw of RiverClan, is the father to all of my kits: Goldenleaf, Foxdusk, Silentripple, Beestream, Cinderpaw, Sparrowpaw, and Drizzlepaw. I know Foxdusk, Sparrowpaw, Silentripple, Drizzlepaw, and Beestream are now missing, but a few of my kits are still here. And I want them to know who they were born as in regards to bloodlines." she yowled to the RiverClanners around her.

Once she announced her secret, she turned once more to her brother's mate. "I'm happy you two found each other and I hope you enjoy your new life as a RiverClanner, Raccoonpelt. Flintfang, I am not angry with you taking a former ShadowClanner as a mate, I was just surprised you never told Silverpaw and I. Silverpaw... I'm sorry for all that you've had to deal with this meeting and in your life. I'm very happy to hear you've passed your assessment and will be becoming a warrior soon. I can't wait to see what you do in your warriorhood."

With the secrets now spilled and things made clearer, the dark brown warrior sat down next to her brother and waited to see how RiverClan would react to the abundance of news. I hope my kits don't ignore me after this... I just want them to be happy and not question who they are as warriors of RiverClan.

[*longfire*]

Cinderpaw flicked her ear as she hear reedwhisker spill out the truths of her family not knowing who she came from the molly stayed quiet" spilling truths would be nice for me to know who i belong toshe mumbled under her breath in a snarl way

[ Cinderpaw's just gonna listen to you guys character talk so you guys don't have to mention me unless your character is talking to my character]

[Wingnettle]

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Mintpaw (she/her)
White fur with shades of grey and blue eyes
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This was a different meeting. Challenging shields for their position...
Mintpaw wasn't sure the idea was a really good one, because this meant that the Shields would be made of the strongest cats only. But strength isn't only physical, right?

Mintpaw padded beside her mentor and stared at him curiously, asking silently for his opinion about what Pikestar had just said. A quarrel had just started a few tail lengths away, but she didn't pay attention to it nor turn her head to watch the scene. She was just interested in what Slatestripe had to say about it, and maybe if he meant to participate as well.

[ @Cherry~ ]

[puppeteer]

silverpaw
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the hanged man
{ @SpiritedWarrior - @Celestial_Sky - @Kat - @canineantics - @~_Lumity_~ - @WhiteDawn - @moonlit.x - }

Silverpaw had calmed herself slowly. She had found comfort in her sisters pelt, wishing for her mothers comfort. StarClan above, that's all she wanted. But, no. She didn't get that anymore. She regretted having such an outburst in front of the entire Clan, but it was too late for regrets. Words being spoken by her brother struck her like a blow. She was being left. Her biggest comfort in life that was still here.. was leaving her. Because of her stupid stupid words. She had already been left by Stormpaw, so why wouldn't her brother leave her too? Her ears rang as she felt light headed again.

"-you passed. And I hope you know all those things I said about loving you from the bottom of my heart were true."

Those words cut through everything. Passed... her warrior assessment? He also said he wasn't abandoning her, but she couldn't be certain of that. Her amber eyes filled with tears and she felt a sob building up. She didn't want Flintfang to hurt, that was the last thing she wanted. She'd already lost so much in her life and she was only 14 moons old. She lost her mother, her sibling, her closest friend... her life. She didn't have any littermates like Reedwhisker and Flintfang. She was alone. She was by herself in this. With a sniffle, the young apprentice looked up. As she did, Pikestar started speaking.

His words, she knew, were directed at her and her sister. She had caused everyone to look at her. She shuddered, all the eyes on her feeling suffocating. She couldn't breath again. She forced herself to turn, and face her leader. A hard, steely glint shone in her eye. She would not apologise for her words to the toad. Never. But... then Dad started speaking of his former mate. Her ears pinned back and the look in her eye faded. The sharp words forming on her tongue fizzled out. Stars, when did she become so... cruel? A new voice came through. Graytail. She was yelling at her and Reedwhisker. Her fur bristled as she whipped around. Tears were forming in her eyes again.

"You. Don't. Understand. I will shut my jaw, but StarClan help me, I will not allow you to tell me to grieve my own death. You don't understand. So yes, I apologise for my outburst, but no, I will not be comfortable with this. Had he joined prior to my death, then yeah, maybe. But now? I don't know." Her voice was becoming raspier with the excessive use. She would have to see Fawnli- Stonepaw about this after the meeting.

She turned to her brother next. "I don't want to keep you from living your life, Flintfang." She paused to breath. This was the first time she'd ever called him Flintfang, she thought. "I want you to live, happily, more than anything. But... I can't believe you wouldn't tell us first... This hurts." Her voice quieted as she finished her sentence, when a new voice reached her ears. Why did no one understand?! She. Couldn't. Help. It. Did they think she wanted to be this distrusting, this foul, this cruel?? Her tail lashed and her claws dug into the soft soil beneath her.

"Why do none of you understand..? I don't want to be this way. I want him to be happy but I'm so.. angry. I'm hurting and lashing out. You all think I like being this way?!" Her voice started quiet but got louder as she spoke, until she was almost shouting - well as much as she could, anyway. "I hate being this way, and I hate ShadowClan. Do any of you truly know what I got to deal with?! I had my goddamned throat ripped out! I choked on my own blood! None of you knows what that feels like! I felt every. Single. Ounce of pain until I died. I wasn't surrounded by family and friends. It was scary, and dark, and lonely." She was fully crying now. She didn't know the face of the cat that did this, and so, until she did, every ShadowClan cat was a threat. Silverpaw dug her claws into the ground, trying to steady her swaying motions. Every single one of them was wrong. They didn't know. An apprentice spoke her trust of the toad and that just made her angrier. Everything was making her angry. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, anymore. No cat to calm her.

Stormpaw..

Stormpaw was who she needed. She loved Stormpaw. And the one cat she loved so deeply was gone. She was gone and not coming back. Stormpaw was probably dead, killed by rouges or a fox. Silverpaws heart broke thinking like that. She didn't have a cat she could spew all her thoughts and anger to. She didn't have someone to console her. She was alone. She was in a big, dark, empty, black hole. Alone. That seemed a theme in her life. Loneliness. A small, dark laugh sounded in her mind. It scared her.

Why couldn't any of them get it? They had people. They had friends. She had no one. She was by herself. She had no littermates, no friends, and now... no family. Silverpaw was alone. Maybe it was best she stayed that way. Maybe the Clan would be better off without her. She didn't know. She couldn't know. She sat down, staring at the ground. Her eyes were blank and her ears were deaf to the chaos around her.

Her sister finally spoke. She had.. what? With a look of betrayal, she turned to Reedwhisker. "Why didn't... when did... what?" Her mind was swirling with thoughts. What in the name of StarClan was going on. Her head hurt so bad with everything going on. She never knew her nieces and nephews father, and she had never questioned it, seeing as how several of them were older than her. Oh stars... She felt quite sick. She regretted her words now, to her brother and his... mate (even thinking the words made her blood curdle), and she worried that her sister would think Silverpaw thought the same about her. She didn't. She stood, and padded to separate side of the clearing, away from everyone. Maybe then, the issues would be resolved.

[fishy]

@moonlit.x
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Ice'kit ran up to the new Riverclan cat. "Hi! I like your pelt! It looks just like a raccoon! Can we be best friends?!" The little kit jumped around excitedly before her mother approached. "Im sorry, Ice'kit loves too meet new cats." She apologized. "Im StreamFlake." She said before picking up her daughter. "MOM Im talking to my new friend!" Icekit whined

[perseus.]

Fogcloud for the most part had been rather quiet for the meeting taking interest in the shield challenging. Then it erupted into chaos, Raccoonpelt a former Shadowclan warrior was joining and while the large silver tabby hates the clan she would accept them if they could prove their loyalty to the clan. Though her ears flicked at the loud commanding voice of Pikestar yelling at the clan and even Silverpaw for having such a reaction. The large warrior was not happy at the members of the clan pulling onto the apprentice.

“Why is it such a shocking thing she is having a reaction like this? Are you all really yelling at a cat who was killed by a Shadowclan cat to not have a reaction to seeing one in the place she is supposed to feel safe. Unbelievable. He may no longer be a Shadowclan warrior but having fear and anger is something that shouldn’t be hidden especially if someone from the clan that killed you is here.” The large silver tabby might be demoted from shield but if that is so well it also shows how Pikestar doesn’t want cats to share their own thoughts, and she would call him out on that as well, which could easily spiral into a leadership like Dawnstar if it’s pushed any farther than it was today. Fogcloud felt for the warrior to an extent seeing as the were a former loner themselves and knows the push back of them joining but she also understood what Silverpaw was feeling and would not let the clan push them down and silence them like she was so long ago.

One Fogcloud was done speaking she made her way to Silverpaw, taking a seat next to the apprentice and resting their tail over Silverpaw’s shoulders as a silent comfort.

@effervescent.

[sol.]

LILYCREEK

She shivered at the treatment Raccoonpelt was receiving. If this was how her clan acted toward a full Shadowclanner, how would they react to her, a half-born? She shivered. She was suck between two worlds; well, spiritually at least. Dawnstar would never take her into Shadowclan.

The loud yowls Pikestar gave were startling sharp and snappy, something she knew was coming, just not so soon. Maybe it helped that Lynxfall and Shadepaw had been Shadowclan, or that Pikestar himself had been a loner.

But poor Silverpaw. It was awful, having secrets being kept from you, but to find out your brother's mate was Shadowclan? The clan that killed you? That was crossing the line. Her hard, green gaze swiveled over to the jeerers and the supporters both. Idiots. All of them are idiots. Screw her father; Shadowclan was no good under Dawnstar's rule. And disrespecting other cats, as if there weren't already cats of different clans and backgrounds sitting next to them, eating same prey as them, sharing a den with them! The sheer nerve of them. Damn them all. This was not the Riverclan she knew and loved; not the Riverclan she vowed to fight for.

She turned to her nieces. "Come on. We're leaving."

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Bluebellpaw was sitting nervously, her tail curled around herself in a vain attempt to shield herself. Cats were cruel, and harsh, and loud, and Bluebellpaw hated it. Her aunt seemed to share her thoughts, as she motioned for her to follow. Kestrelpaw, ever the people hater, got up immediately to tail after her aunt.