The scarred tom had been watching the meeting from afar, choosing to stand guard rather than directly interact with the meeting. After all, some cat needed to make sure that the whole Clan was protected when they all sat in the clearing, listening to Pikestar. The leader had it hard enough; Beansprout might as well lighten the load where he could, as a true warrior would.
That was until a scuffle caught his ear. With a quick motion, Beansprout turned his body toward the meeting and pinpointed where the commotion was coming from. The siamese thought it was working itself out... until the perpetrator, Whisperwave, just wouldn't shut his mouth. With an annoyed growl, the seasoned warrior made his way into the clearing and put himself between Whisperwave and the other cats, nearly whisker-to-whisker with his Clanmate.
"Is there a problem here," he growled, "Or can we all go back to listening to the meeting?" This was the other cat's one chance to drop everything and shut up before things escalated. He shot a glance toward Pikestar, hopefully relaying the fact that he had the situation under control. No other cats needed to be involved.
She froze. Silversnow turned her head slowly. Her gaze darkened dangerously as she stood, giving little Beetlekit a boop on the nose with the tip of her tail. She walked calmly back towards Lilycreek, the other two warriors,
and the crying Briarkit. She wouldn't let Whisperwave touch another kit. "If you ever," She started softly, calmly, voice very thinly covering pure rage. "And I mean ever. Touch Briarkit again, StarClan help you, you will have to be picking your teeth and claws up off the ground one by one." Her voice was even, but it was her eyes. Her eyes held the fire that burned within. She turned to Pearlnight, her voice still as even. "You. Don't you dare blame a kit. She is a child. She was protecting a Clanmate. He is a grown ass warrior!" She snarled the last part, tail lashing in anger. She turned, her gaze softening instantly, towards Briarkit. "Hey, kid," She crouched down low. "I'm not gonna talk down to you like a buncha these other fools do, not including Miss Lilycreek. You are a strong girl. You're a strong ass kid. You are worth defending. I'm sorry it takes so many others to realise this." She felt so bad about snapping at the kit during Blizzardwinds funeral. That wasn't fair of her. Not fair to Briarkit. She was just a baby.
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The scarred tom had been watching the meeting from afar, choosing to stand guard rather than directly interact with the meeting. After all, some cat needed to make sure that the whole Clan was protected when they all sat in the clearing, listening to Pikestar. The leader had it hard enough; Beansprout might as well lighten the load where he could, as a true warrior would.
That was until a scuffle caught his ear. With a quick motion, Beansprout turned his body toward the meeting and pinpointed where the commotion was coming from. The siamese thought it was working itself out... until the perpetrator, Whisperwave, just wouldn't shut his mouth. With an annoyed growl, the seasoned warrior made his way into the clearing and put himself between Whisperwave and the other cats, nearly whisker-to-whisker with his Clanmate.
"Is there a problem here," he growled, "Or can we all go back to listening to the meeting?" This was the other cat's one chance to drop everything and shut up before things escalated. He shot a glance toward Pikestar, hopefully relaying the fact that he had the situation under control. No other cats needed to be involved.
I really don't mean this in a rude way but we've already had 2-3 interruptions and I'm not tolerating anymore.
So if you don't mind not jumping in it would be helpful.
There not even being loud it's a small altercation handled by the queens and has already been hushed. Pikestar is to handle it later.
Therefore I will not be responding to this and I will be ignoring it.
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She froze. Silversnow turned her head slowly. Her gaze darkened dangerously as she stood, giving little Beetlekit a boop on the nose with the tip of her tail. She walked calmly back towards Lilycreek, the other two warriors,
and the crying Briarkit. She wouldn't let Whisperwave touch another kit. "If you ever," She started softly, calmly, voice very thinly covering pure rage. "And I mean ever. Touch Briarkit again, StarClan help you, you will have to be picking your teeth and claws up off the ground one by one." Her voice was even, but it was her eyes. Her eyes held the fire that burned within. She turned to Pearlnight, her voice still as even. "You. Don't you dare blame a kit. She is a child. She was protecting a Clanmate. He is a grown ass warrior!" She snarled the last part, tail lashing in anger. She turned, her gaze softening instantly, towards Briarkit. "Hey, kid," She crouched down low. "I'm not gonna talk down to you like a buncha these other fools do, not including Miss Lilycreek. You are a strong girl. You're a strong ass kid. You are worth defending. I'm sorry it takes so many others to realise this." She felt so bad about snapping at the kit during Blizzardwinds funeral. That wasn't fair of her. Not fair to Briarkit. She was just a baby.
I believe you read it wrong, Pearlnight is defending Briarkit. She's saying her father is in the wrong as well as the kit. They both shouldn't have crossed paths. Brair should have minded her busniess and Whisper shouldn't have interfered. Apologizes if I didn't word it well enough
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It all just happened so fast. One moment Briarkit was on her paws, standing up to the old cat with Lilycreek's tail barring her from tearing his face off, and the next she felt her legs kicked out from under her. Letting out a startled gasp, she began to fall forward, but then a strong shove to her chest sent her the other way, landing on her back awkwardly. The wind was pushed out of her, and it took her multiple moments to regain her breath, inhaling frantically. Then, she pushed herself to her paws, half expecting howls of outrage or at least someone to chastise him.
But nothing.
She heard nothing. Only him ordering his daughter to take her away, and the queen growling at her father to not touch Bri, and then Briarkit was touched again without further warning, without her consent, and the queen scooped her up and pulled her a few feet away, then set her down and asked if she was okay. Briarkit expected her father to come charging over, furious that someone had touched her, had hurt her, but nothing. This wasn't like when that tabby had touched Pikestar's daughter and Pikestar had practically obliterated the tom, physically, emotionally, verbally and socially. No furious or even slightly upset father came to her defense, so she just shook her head in response to Pear's question.
Then, she heard Silver and the mean old cat talking, and the words the tom spat were enough to make the firecracker flinch. Pushing Pearl away, hot tears springing in her eyes, the tabby let out a snarl that was as furious as a warrior in battle. "I'm not a dumb kit, you will not claw my ears off and I will not get my ass away from you. And you will not be mean to Beetlekit or me just because you're having a bad day. I didn't call you a jerk for nothing, I called you a jerk because you are one." It wasn't like Stonepaw or Daddy were going to support her or make her stop, so why worry about consequences?
If Lilycreek's tail tried to stop her again, she would bat it away. "I know no one else cares or notices it when you hurt kits, but don't EVER touch me again. I don't care if I get in trouble, if you hurt me or any other kid again, I'll make sure that every day of the rest of your miserable life is hell." Fierce emerald hues darted around, daring anyone to chastise her for her fiery words to the senior. He deserved it. And no one could convince her otherwise. She was putting down boundaries that she didn't think had to be established, and she wasn't happy about it.
Yes, she tried to claw and smack the senior. But he deserved it. She was defending Beetlekit and he hurt her just because he didn't like being stood up to. And to the two gentle adults who invited her to sit with them, the ginger tabby felt warm wetness running down her cheeks and she hated it. She wasn't sad! She was angry! (maybe sad too, but mostly angry) "Are you all blind?" She spat, lips curling to display her tiny, thorn sharp white teeth, dreaded tears spotting the ground below her. Once again, Briar wasn't defended. Once again, Dad wasn't here to help her or protect her or defend her. Once again, it was brushed off.
And her words would probably, once again be dismissed as a temper tantrum.
(so sorry for the angsty briar post guys )
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Whisperwave snorted as he dodged the kits attack. Hitting Brairkit's paws out form under her and shoving her away roughly. "Pearlnight come get these kits!" he growled
Pearlnight. The queen snatched up both kits and led them away. "Don't hurt that kit" she growled. Looking at her father. Frantically turning to Brairkit. "Are you ok darling?" she asked, sniffing the kits pelt.
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Antlerstreak was a little late to the meeting. He had been sitting in his nest when the meeting was called, and he was about half asleep when announcements began. Still, half asleep or not, he supposed he should make his way over, he needed to be kept up to date and try to watch his kits and keep them out of trouble.
When he padded out of the Warrior’s den, he saw his daughter talking to a… pissed Warrior. Hm. That… didn’t look like it was going to go w-
Then, he saw that idiot push his daughter.
All Antlerstreak saw, was red.
He leapt at the Whisperwave, a snarl of parental fury ripping from his maw, his amber eyes were slits as he stood up against this rat of a cat. “Don’t you, ever touch any of my kits, or any kits in general, again,” He snarled, striking out at the tom, aiming to cuff him over the shoulder, claws sheathed, of course, though this guy didn’t deserve that mercy, “Here’s a taste of your own herbs. Doesn’t feel good to be pushed when you don’t want to be, eh?”
He rounded on Pearlnight, “This guy is your father? You should be ashamed to call him that. I don’t want you near Briarkit, either,” He growled, harshly and not regretting it. He turned to Briarkit, a tear in his eye, “Little Briar, I am so sorry. I am so sorry that Daddy failed you, I should have been here already,” He reached for Briarkit, hoping that she’d let him pull her into a hug, “I am so sorry.”
Antlerstreak was a little late to the meeting. He had been sitting in his nest when the meeting was called, and he was about half asleep when announcements began. Still, half asleep or not, he supposed he should make his way over, he needed to be kept up to date and try to watch his kits and keep them out of trouble.
When he padded out of the Warrior’s den, he saw his daughter talking to a… pissed Warrior. Hm. That… didn’t look like it was going to go w-
Then, he saw that idiot push his daughter.
All Antlerstreak saw, was red.
He leapt at the Whisperwave, a snarl of parental fury ripping from his maw, his amber eyes were slits as he stood up against this rat of a cat. “Don’t you, ever touch any of my kits, or any kits in general, again,” He snarled, striking out at the tom, aiming to cuff him over the shoulder, claws sheathed, of course, though this guy didn’t deserve that mercy, “Here’s a taste of your own herbs. Doesn’t feel good to be pushed when you don’t want to be, eh?”
He rounded on Pearlnight, “This guy is your father? You should be ashamed to call him that. I don’t want you near Briarkit, either,” He growled, harshly and not regretting it. He turned to Briarkit, a tear in his eye, “Little Briar, I am so sorry. I am so sorry that Daddy failed you, I should have been here already,” He reached for Briarkit, hoping that she’d let him pull her into a hug, “I am so sorry.”
Pearlnight looked at the tom and flinched heavily as her father sneered and took a step towards her. "I-i defended your child and this is what I get? From you all?" she whispered. Her eyes light with fear, stress, and sadness. "I don't want to call him my father, but I have to or he'll hurt mother" she whispered to the tom before padding away with a sad stare at the floor.
Whisperwave backed away and snorted. He has left already but these cats kept following him. He growled as Beansprout interfered. "Leave me alone you lot" he snarled. Trying to get away, again. @vellichor
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Whisperwave snorted at all the cats and padded away and out of camp. He'll come back later.
Pearlnight gave one small, sad, scared look and curled up to sleep in the nursery.
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Well... that was easy enough. As Whisperwave exited the camp, Beansprout turned toward the other cats involved in the altercation. He still felt some lingering annoyance, so his voice was curt and to the point.
"Lilycreek, please take care of Briarkit and Beetlekit. Take them somewhere they can listen to Pikestar better, and away from here for a bit." He turned toward Antlerstreak, who had just made his debut. "I don't want you following him or Pearlnight. Let them cool off on their own." Finally, there was Silversnow, who had been quiet for a bit. He decided not to address her, seeing as she may have pulled herself out of this situation for a reason.
"Well, with that all said and done, let's get back to the meeting." With that, Beansprout took up his position at the camp entrance, guarding it once again. He was just happy that things had cooled off, and the meeting could continue smoothly despite this.
Having neared her due date for kits, belly growing bigger by the day, Fawnlight poked her head out of the warriors den with a half-glazed look. Her brother had called a meeting? Using a paw to rub the sleep out of her eyes the former medicine cat waddled over to a familiar pelt in the crowd, unbeknownst to her that her... situation was now rather apparent to every cat who took the time to notice. Her belly swayed a bit with the movement, but she paid it no attention as she took a seat next to Cloudjumper, her pelt brushing his.
"Have I missed much?" she asked after parting her jaws in a huge yawn. Sleep was something she was doing quite often when not teaching Stonepaw. She would've felt guilty had it not been the knowledge that she was carrying kits soon to be born - hopefully her brother would cut her some slack. Which speaking of, she hadn't told him yet, that he was going to be an uncle. Ooops.
But that thought came and left when her brows furrowed, and she looked at her mate. "...You know what sounds good right now? Trout. But with dandelion juice on it. Stars, it makes my mouth water." Practically salivating at the thought, Fawnlight sighed and leaned her head on her mates shoulder. There seemed to be some tension that took her a moment to notice, at which she picked her head up and promptly noticed the zaps of electricity. "...What happened?" she whispered to Cloudjumper, eyes wide.
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The Dark Lord entered into the meeting, completely dumbfounded. He could already begin to feel a headache start. He couldn't be surprised, chaos was natural, but he didn't even know what happened - was this truly his life? Did he need to smack a cat? He had, no issue, but Wormbite did do his very best to choose peace whenever a situation occurred. It was a struggle. His ears were turned sideways, standing off to the side, paws shuffling. He was still awfully confused, his tail curling up at his side. Taking a deep breath, he would wait to hear what Pikestar had to say. Maybe that would sort out his confusion, and he could get orders. Something to focus on.
Instead, Wormbite was pulled back down to hear Beansprout's voice. He spoke clearly, and how could those around him not listen? Not feel at peace. It was truly admirable, the way the warrior was able to handle situations like these where he, himself could falter. He had already known this, but his friend was genuinely one of the good warriors Riverclan had. He was loyal and stars above, just good. Even his own nervousness was beginning to fade and Wormbite was finding himself following the source. Seeking out something familiar in the mist of things he did not know. (he was guarding the entrance,,)
The oriental took a seat beside Beansprout, not saying a word but maybe, with a soft yawn, he might just try and lean against him.
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