High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

**Goopysharkboi** · #**11541** October 20th, 2023, 04:00 AM

Sootpelt made her way over with Charredkit following shortly after.

**Minku** · #**11542** October 20th, 2023, 04:00 AM

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Wai-wha-what-whah..!? Concern and worryness overtook them as the meeting was called. It wasn't Gingerstar calling the meeting, it was now Larkwing...and....her voice sounds....not great. Sunsetpaw was always the positive cat...but...what had happened..couldn't have been anything great. What had happened to Gingerstar..? No..it can't be what the think...he's..still alive..right...? Right..? Right?? Oh no they didn't think what they thought of last meeting about the whole "Gingerstar dying early then getting replaced then that leader dies early" thing to be true after some time..no..it can't be true. It can't. They don't know what happened! They shouldn't be assuming random stuff like that.
Things would...be alright....right..? But... it didn't sound or look like anything good. Oh no what happened to Gingerstar? Y'know, it's possible that...he...is just busy, right? And is leaving the job to his deputy! Right? But...it just...didn't sound anything good...no...it sounded like the opposite. Now, Sunsetpaw should just...go to the stone.

And so walked over to the Floodstone, sighing. The apprentice watched the other cats before their gaze went back to the deputy. The only possible news here is bad news, which is horrible. But even if they would hate it, whatever it was, they had to face it.
And while it took them some time to actually see it, there it was. The dead body of the leader...former leader, now. "oh no....this...can't be good..." they whispered to themself. They didn't remember the last time they were whispering. Usually they would just talk normally...though this time they whispered. They just...had a feeling that it's better for them to just be mostly quiet right now.They wanted to ask Larkwing what happened but, they didn't want to bother her. Did Larkwing even know what happened..? They didn't want to take the guess. If Larkwing knew, she would probably address that in the meeting...

What had happened to Gingerstar...? Did...the cold get him....? It was possible...with...the lowering temperature...so it's easier to get sick but- if he was sick then why didn't he just go ask the medicine cats about it...? Maybe he just...didn't want to go bother them...if he died because of that..then...he..well..did he sacrificed himself so the medicine cats won't be that busy...? Was that it...? They weren't sure and they didnkt want to assume what happened. They weren't there, how would they know...? Sunsetpaw hated death, obviously. And this death was no different, especially since Gingerstar wasn't a bad leader from what the clan had seen in the short period of time. Would Mumblepaw be alright? He was close with Gingerstar so it would probably hurt to find out that Gingerstar is dead. Hopefully Mumblepaw would stay strong. Though every cat is allowed to grief because someone died. They were also very sad when their brother died some moons ago.

**silver.** · #**11543** October 20th, 2023, 05:06 AM

purrks: herbal knowledge tier 1

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It was terrifying. The look in her eyes, the fear in her voice. As more and more clan mates appear in the clearing to stare up at Larkwing, all that hits her is the growing fear scent. Hushed voices, concerned whispers... Stars, the molly hadn't even said anything yet and everyone was already in a tizzy. As she sits in the entrance to the medicine cat den, she watches with sad eyes, perfectly still.

Things were going to get a lot tougher.

**sylvia26** · #**11544** October 20th, 2023, 06:17 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by FrostyGalaxy

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

*-Larkwing-*
She/her | 17 moons | Mind Reader - ACTIVE
A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes

She didn’t want to call this meeting. More than anything, she felt the fear and anxiety burning in her bones, her head at war with itself, pleading for her not to put herself in the spotlight, not to jump onto the newly named Floodstone and announce something that no cat would want to hear. How would the clan react? Would they jeer at her? Would they demand someone else replace her? Would they think she is to blame for this death? Would they pin her as the murderer even if she had Falconfeather tell them all that there’s no evidence he was killed by external blows or by poison? Would they all hate her?

Larkwing half wanted to know, and half never wanted to show her face in the clan again for the shame and the fear that coursed through her bones. But she couldn’t just not address them all, she couldn’t leave this announcement to someone else… like it or not, she is their acting leader now, if they’re willing, and she won’t be a sorry excuse for one even if it’s the very last thing she does. She doesn’t know what she feels for the stars that may dictate her life in the coming moons, part of her still feels nothing but reverence, nothing but awe. The other part of her loathes them for all that’s happened to her clan, her home in recent moons. But life goes on.

So, solemnly, reverently, mindful of the clan and especially of Mumblepaw, who’s grief she had granted be shared privately first, so they would not be subject to the torture of an entire clan witnessing them in such a state, Larkwing carries the once leader out of his den, and gently rests him below the Floodstone. She’s tired. She’s so tired and she doesn’t think she’s ready for this at all, but it has to be done even if she doesn’t want to, so she ignores the eyes that are definitely watching her, and takes her place on top of the Floodstone, speechless for a moment as she gathers her thoughts.

”RiverClan!” She yells out, and her voice is hoarse. She doesn’t make much of an effort to hide that. Would it be manipulation to appear distressed? Would they pity her and then not condemn her for something that wasn’t her fault? Would they even believe her or Falconfeather when they delivered the news? ”Please- please gather around the Floodstone for a meeting. It’s important.” The most important meeting they’ll have for some time if she has anything to say about it.

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#rcmeeting

Raventail

"a true warrior helps her clan..."

raventail came and sat with the rest of the clan. her fur lay flat as she looked up at their deputy. a cat she looked up too really- a deputy with power over part of the clan...something she wished to be. she tucked her tail to her side and kept her eyes on the acting leader.

**MockingRabbit** · #**11545** October 20th, 2023, 06:45 AM

Important. That did not sound too good. Troutstone joined the meeting, tail twitching nervously.

**Kass** · #**11546** October 20th, 2023, 08:02 AM

Dunepaw

It took a few moments to raise his head sleepily from his nest. Blinking away the sleep he clambered out and came to a stop when he saw gingerstar. Larkwing had called the meeting not ginger. Fear made his fur spike up as he an over seeking out anyone he knew for comfort or to give comfort to. Seeing cherryswirl his heart lurched and he trotted over. Ears flat he looked around, fear evident in his brown eye and his slightly shaking form. W-what do you thinks going to happen..Will sir ginger lose a life?… I’m scared. he hates sick cats. He hated the thought of them and he hated the stench of herbs the most. Sandpaw…what do I do? You were always the smarter one please! he could feel the tears brimming his eyes. He looks like sandpaw. He looks sick.

no no NO! he can’t help but see the worst of this outcome. Ginger would probably lose a life if his sickness gets any worse. He would continue to be sick even after he loses that life. It will be a never ending cycle of death.

@Dust

**Starii** · #**11547** October 20th, 2023, 08:55 AM

Icewing padded into the clearing what happened?! Larkwing looked serious, did someone die or get hurt?

**fade** · #**11548** October 20th, 2023, 08:56 AM

Temperance: Reversed.
Mumblepaw
They/He/It/Fang/Snake (These cats should only know of and use THEY/HE/IT, As Mumble’s Neos are not public) | A Dilute Calico With Green Eyes, Three Long Stomach Scars, And Scarred Tail Stub.
Master Scout & Monkeys Paw: Permanently Active | Shadow Fiend: Disabled.

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They didn’t care and that was clear enough. Murderers, they were murderers to him. Snake pads gingerly out of the learners den. Eyes misty with tears as he walks around the crowd and straight towards their father’s body. Anyone in the way was forcefully shoved out of their path. Mumblepaw is silent, getting down in a laying position and nuzzled the ginger cat’s body. Words couldn’t describe how he felt. The dread, anger and grief all gone the moment he saw their father’s lifeless body. It was washed away in a small wave of emptiness that spread across fang’s mind. Licking their fathers forehead as he mumbled to him. “It’s okay…you did your best, I know that…” The words fading as they went back to focusing on his dead father. One cat stood out of him in the crowd. Two actually, just this one he barely knew. Otterkit was talking about their papa. Mumblepaw could care less, Gingerfrost was their focus. Anyone who dared approach them would have to face the consequences of that, but that was for later. He needed to be buried after this meeting. Larkwing had something to do with his death, but that was a thought for another day. The calico protectively moved the ginger tom’s body close to their own as he licked the fur he could, surely they could bury him and then the Stars that Guide could send him back.

**Dust** · #**11549** October 20th, 2023, 09:32 AM

Cherryswirl perked up at the familiar voice of Dunepaw, turning to meet the apprentices worried gaze. Ushering him to settle down next to her, she kept close - her bleary, sleepy gaze only now catching sight of GIngerstar, or rather his very still body, rested on the floodstone, then to Mumblepaw who mourned beside him. Her fur bristled immediately, muscles tending as she let out a soft wail,

"Larkwing, what-" Though she snapped her maw shut, not wanting to worry Dunepaw more than he already was. Golden eyes slipped to his frame, noting just how much he had grown. Dunepaw was almost as big as her - especially with all that fluffy fur. Cherryswirl swallowed hard. She didnt want to be horribly blunt but... she didnt want to lie to Dune either,

"I don't think he's... sick... Dune. Prepare yourself for bad news." She meowed rather dryly, her golden eyes pinned back on Larkwing's form. Her mind was wandering to all sorts of situations- though she had no doubt Lark had nothing to do with this.

[ @Zelly - Dunepaw | @FrostyGalaxy - Larkwing | @vampire - Mumble mention ]

**elswhere** · #**11550** October 20th, 2023, 09:41 AM

Falconfeather
Purrks: Silver Tongue (disabled), Herbal Knowledge - T2

He wanted to curse the stars, tear them out from the sky and watch the ones above him bleed for their doings, the curse that laiden upon RiverClan that they had so wrongly decided. But he couldn't. They hung mockingly in the black night, laughing and glowing at him with all their power. They laughed and pointed and took pleasure of making a fool out of his clan, pushing and shoving and hitting, blow after blow after blow. Each one packing more viciousness and raw power, beating down this clan. Their crashing fall had started with Lionstorm, a cat he only knew from stories as a kit, and had slowly trickled down the long line of leaders, one by one. Frostfall, Eagleflight, Dirtfur, Sootflare, Stormcall , Splashleap, Sparrowskip, Snowleap, Slatewhisker, now it the tragedy had struck Gingerfrost, and it would only be a matter of time before it would take Larkwing too.

She would follow the same, sad faith of every one before her. He felt remorse, anger, denial at what had happened, and what would happen. He would hope, pray, beg, plead with the stars and his ancestors that in some way, somehow, maybe she could earn the respect of StarClan. Maybe Larkwing could prove herself to be better than their previous leadership, that she had more sense, more logic. That she could bring their clan back to power once more, before Evil Era, when life was simple. Falconfeather would hope, yes he would. He had faith in his sibling that she could do it, she had the patience, the brains. Maybe not the confidence in herself, but Falcon's own trust and assurance in her made up for her lack of self-esteem. She could do it

He follows behind his little sister, gently helping her lay their fallen leader in front of the Floodstone, and situating him to look more peaceful position, less awkward-looking, yet he knew that death could never look peaceful, no matter how you tried to hide it. The healer touched his nose to the ginger cat's fur once more, before slipping off to sit closer towards the base of the Floodstone, watching the clan gather before him at Larkwing's hoarse, sullen words. He sat, mulling over how he would explain it, the best way he could. He knew their were little ones here, but if he just came out and told them exactly what he found, no sugar-coating it, he deemed it better off that the clan wouldn't pin the blame on him and Larkwing. He shared similar concerns as the tortie. Wondering silently if the clan would think of it as a scheme, that maybe Larkwing and him were planning this all along, waiting for the right time. That maybe Larkwing wanted Gingerfrost dead, so she could be leader.

Any cat with enough sense as a newborn kit could see that Larkwing didn't have anything to do with the leader's death, he knew his sister, and after his inspection for the cause, he was certain it was just stress, or some internal condition Gingerfrost had that caused him to die. He catches the vivid chocolate eyes of Tansypaw glowing from the entrance of their den, and gives her a small nod of greeting, hoping she'd catch the hint to come sit by him, or closer up the front of the growing crowd. He sees a small, thin calico slink up solemnly towards Gingerfrost's body, silently settled down in a laying position and nuzzles the older cat's ginger fur. Sorrow for the younger cat washes of Falconfeather, knowing how close Mumblepaw and Ginger were. He knew Gingerfrost was Mumblepaw's father, and was glad Larkwing gave the apprentice time to mourn and grieve on his own in private, away from the torturing eyes of the clan. If he catches the cat's eye, or attention, Falcon would nod at them.

The silver-furred healer turned his attention once more towards the gather cats, dreading what would come next.

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