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"I just wanted everyone to be happy..."
Streamkit nodded.
"I think Streamsun or Streamsplash could fit- I don't know for sure though. What about y-"
Streamkit's head whipped around as his name was called up. He purred, his eyes glowing with excitement, and he turned around for one last smile at Whisperingpaw as Streamkit meowing,
"I guess it's time to find out who my mentor'll be!"
Streamkit rushed forwards, skidding to a halt at the base of Skyridge. He looked up at Owlstar, and for this moment, his excitement seemed to take away the feeling of the cold wind on his fur, though, really, he was a bit dejected that his ceremony would be a part of the news of the loss of a medicine cat, but he tried to ignore it and focus on the happy thoughts.
Willowtail sighed. Shifting in her spot as she listened to her leader.
Softpaw watched the meeting. Her eyes alight. Could she become a warrior this meeting?
Daisypaw blinked. Stretching her always sore limbs and settling against her sisters pelt
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Wildfoxglove noticed Cherrykit and Ivykit from where she sat. She stood up and padded up to them. "Hello, I'm Wildfoxglove! What are your names?" She meowed with a smile.
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Marigoldpaw was beginning to wonder if she'd said something terribly wrong. Was... Was what she said prior not a normal opening to a conversation? Marigoldpaw visibly deflated, her eyes glossing over as her mind wandered. Oh stars, oh jeez... She rocked slightly, as if being shaken awake, before she blinked and refocused her gaze onto... Aha! Coilpaw!
"Haha...! Sorry, I just uh... Zoned out! Not your fault, heh-heh." Marigoldpaw stammered, giving her orange paw a dismissive wave. She'd wondered if it was actually just an oddly timed staring contest and Coilpaw was trying to assert dominance in that way, or show off how great he was at staring. But her pelt burned with embarrassment, seeing how she'd zoned out like that. Stars, she hoped she hadn't missed anything.
Which, thank the stars, she hadn't! Big win!
"Ah, what a name! A uh... Good name!" Her gaze followed his own paws as he scooped up powdery snow, her head tilting. Oh... Her opinions? Man, did she have a lot of them. "It was pretty fun when, y'know it uh first came. But hmmmmm now it's kinda...." She drew a lazy circle in the white beneath her paws. "Cold and dirty and... Cold. Not uh the funniest." She offered him a grin.
COILPAW melancholia, mon cher
Rambling, rambling - he hadn't even noticed. Her apology passed through one ear and left out the other. The gears in his brain turned one lazy revolution, and he slowly blinked away his empty-eyed stare. She seemed nervous, too. Was it him? His stare? Unlike his sluggish, frog-at-the-bottom-of-the-frozen-pond fear, lightning electricity jittered from her stammered words.
"Thanks," he muttered, dropping his gaze. Good name? He never thought of it so. It was just a name - but hers was nice, too, wasn't it? Marigoldpaw. The vowels sounded rich as the golden pigment in the namesake petals. Marigold. He didn't say so, words stuck honey-sweet on his tongue.
Withdrawing his paw from the cold ground, he nodded. Snow was freezing wet, but he liked it for its color. When the sun struck the million crystals powdered on the earth, they shone like the eyes of ancient spirits. The dazzling hues he wouldn't find anywhere else impressed him with adoration. For that, he couldn't grow weary of it. His gaze fixated on the circle drawn in the snow. Just like the sun, he admired. Or the moon. Even as Owlstar began her announcements, his eyes remained on the 'moon'. It was easier to listen that way: too often he lost himself drowning in the depths of cats' eyes as they spoke.
Except this lasted two seconds before he did a double-take and stared at the leader. His jaw dropped, but he quickly snapped it back shut. Demotion? Coilpaw's stare darted toward Berryshine, then around at the crowd for Cobwebstorm. Demotion? For dreams? His eyebrows furrowed, confused. How could one enter somecat's dreams? Was that something only medicine cats could do? Never before had he heard of that power. The next sentence knocked his trainwreck of thought flat over. Self-exile? Was that why he couldn't see Cobwebstorm here? He couldn't believe it. She wouldn't have left, right?
Wide-eyed, he looked back down at the circle in the snow. Forgotten was Marigoldpaw. He hardly paid attention to the rest, eyes only flicking up to peer at the 'paws-to-be. His posture was stiff, tenser than when he sat down, like he'd just been dunked in the icy river. Even without knowing Cobwebstorm personally, he couldn't help but feel empty. Why should anyone have to go? He didn't like it, simple as that.
She picked up the soft smile…the look in her eyes. CrowPaw simply gave a supportive look in exchange. It was okay. It will be okay. She wanted to reassure the medicine cat, tell her how okay it would be. Tell her cats were there for her…but CrowPaw wasn’t sure she could sound confident as she said such things. Of course, many cats were there for BerryShine and all but…CrowPaw couldn’t. She just couldn’t say it was okay. Because it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay. It might never be.
“I-I’m here for you…” she muttered simply. She didn’t seek a response, and her voice was quiet, simply there for the medic.
Then Owls started speaking again. Demoted. As expected. But then… She... Self exiled 'erself
W-what?…WHAT?
CrowPaw had seen less of her b-but…she just thought the demoted medicine cat wanted space…she was…gone? CrowPaw tensed, straying her nervous gaze to BerryShine.
…Did she know?
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Fallenspirit sat in the center of the clearing, absorbing all the warmth he could into his dark pelt. His eyes opened into two icy blue slivers as he watched the bustling of normal clan life.
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