RiverClan Floodstone

[Fish]

There it was another death for the books and another name that would be quickly forgotten. While Adderpaw hadn't heard what started the argument it seemed like everyone was keen on death around here. To the point of forcing all the warriors to watch this public execution. Adderpaw prayed that no kitten saw this, but stars... Was this really appropriate? Didn't they usually do exiles when cats proved to be a threat with words and at times claws. This seemed all a bit much. Why did all the warriors had to stay too see this, why did Fadingsun want them to watch this.

"This feels like a Shadowclan move." Adderpaw muttered to herself in complete shock. This was a fear tactic to show how quickly one could be killed in front of everyone. Adderpaw lowered her head to hopefully not draw more attention to herself. She wanted to talk to Fadingsun about this later in his den, but did she really want to do that?

[Dust]

[ Cherryswirl - 54 Moons]

She/Her | Chaotic Good | Warrior
Go With The Flow [Active]

No way. There was no way she had just heard that. A lashing, a grueling and labour intensive, or downright disgusting punishment was surely needed - Swirls would agree with that... The behavior that Fogmuzzle had displayed, even after being told she was wrong by the ones she was trying to defend, was downright wrong and gross. But... Death? Would the threat of death... validate another? Threats had been passed like greetings before at these meetings, with the most major repercussions being permanent exile. Death?! Cherryswirl visibly tensed beside Seabreeze, the air around her buzzing with electricity as she stared slack-jawed as Dusklion and Talonpaw seemed to go through the motions. She didn't want to watch... But she did. Couldn't tear her eyes away. Swirls had killed before. She had seen blood, tasted and smelled it. Watching the life fade from another's eyes was nothing new. Seen limbs cut clean. But... something stirred deep in her belly. There was a deathly silence lingering around her - the only noise coming from the soft chatter of those who had just participated in the killing. Swirls quickly shot up from where she was sat, her claws digging into the ground as she stared up in horrified disbelief at Fadingsun. Her gaze lingered momentarily, before it shifted quickly onto Dusklion,

"Dusk..." Her tone was sharp. Short. It dripped with a mixture of conflicting emotions as she stared, still slack-jawed. Then, she turned away. And after that, she picked her way through the crowd. Her pelt burned. It felt like she was soaked to her core. What in the hell had she just been FORCED to witness. Swirls didn't care now though - the cat was already dead or dying. She didn't need to stay any longer to get 'the point.' If Fadingsun was stupid enough to follow through with his threat of skinning them, then well... Cherryswirl would deal with that later.

For now, she was disobeying that ridiculous order and she was heading toward the entrance of camp.

[ @occultation | @taillow | @Dolomedes ]

[Dolomedes]

Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Lionheart | Moons: 18 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”

Seabreeze flicked an ear but didn't move his gaze from Fogmuzzle as he awaited her response to his order which was felt odd, the echo in his mouth, Seabreeze had ordered someone else. Though he was equal parts terrified at an execution, if partially because this was supposed to be a happy meeting, Riverclan healing, but it turned down hill so fast. The other part of him was happy that Fogmuzzle was going to be dealt with, he didn't have much empathy for a cat who chose to hand out death threats to kids and then got scared when she was napped by her scruff. It was extremely hypocritical. Then he was being asked to escort young apprentices and kits away and he moved away when he knew Dusklion was there to make sure the warrior didn't bolt in the face of consequence.

Seabreeze was swift to move through the crowd and to gently nudge kits and some of the younger apprentice away from the soon to be bloody scene. Springkit was one he was worried about and Sunkit and he swiftly made his way one by one to the two. He used his body to block the scene that he started to hear unfold, could they give a bit of time for the kits to clear, a little early to see something like that happen. Seabreeze couldn't imagine. "Springkit, Sunkit, come on little ones." He ushered, keeping his voice light. Once they were moving he moved his blue hues around the camp for signs of anymore kits. His eyes landed on Eaglepaw, she was on the younger side, but she was old enough to move away if she needed to, right? Seabreeze was more worried about any lingering kits. Was that bad? He didn't want to condescend her, she was smart. She would step away if she needs to, Seabreeze allowed that to barely comfort him as he moved on through the rest of the crowd.

He didn't pay attention to the sounds of violence, he had a duty, a small sick, twisted part of him was sad he wasn't watching. Another part feared that Fadingsun would order his own execution for not watching but Dusklion had given him an order and it was an order that needed to get done. Kits didn't need to see something like this. Fadingsun wouldn't hurt him and neither would Dusklion, they were both incredibly important cats to him, and Seabreeze saw how important this showcase was but still. That worm of fear was still that, even if it was small. Oh wait, Cascadepaw, not a cat he was familiar with but he knew the apprentice was young. Barely made an apprentice so he padded over just as quick as he has been weaving through the crowds and he came to a stop and uttered to the young apprentice, "You may want to step away, or close your eyes."

He allowed the apprentice a choice though and he moved on and didn't immediately notice any other too young folks but he did realize that this was quite the thing to happen for your first meeting coming in from being an outsider. Wisteriawren. He wondered what she would be thinking, if she was going to turn tail at the sight of this. Seabreeze...honestly wouldn't blame her, this was a lot and it didn't happen often but it happened. She would need to handle this. So he made sure to keep a close eye on the new clanmate, just in case it seemed like she would need help dealing with this, but she was an adult, not a kit. So he didn't offer any words to her.

Then he looked over to movement near towards the camp's exit and realized that it was none other than Cherryswirl, making her way away. His eyes snapped over to the actual...oh. Seabreeze felt like he may be a bit sick, he hadn't...he thought it would be something relatively quick. Not... oh geeze. Seabreeze wasn't so sure that Fogmuzzle needed something like that, sure death itself was a lot, but the warrior was acting like a rogue and deserved to be treated like one but... this was torture wasn't it? This was something further than that. This felt like it was more than Fogmuzzle. Seabreeze said nothing and after guiding everyone he could, he sat down and watched. Though he found himself fading away from his body similar to when he was watching Cloverpaw bleed out in front of him.

[ @Littlesun0112 - Sunkit | @Luminous - Springkit | @paris - Cascadepaw ]
[ Note: I scrolled through real quick and tried to pick out all kits and younger apprentices but for apprentices with no age specified or on the older side, Seab has decided they were old enough to make the decision for themselves. Sorry if I missed you! ]

[sillycreatur]

cobwebpaw

purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge t2
she/they . rc . 15 moons . one lame leg
tags ; @taillow ,, open for all!!
trigger warnings for this post: blood, mild description of gore,
implied panic attack/overstimulation, possible car crash
imagery.

cobwebpaw paused her cheering for a second and then slumped back down, the realization hitting her like a monster from the thunderpath. all she had worked for. all she had done for the clan and it was gone just like that. nonononono, that was okay. she was okay. okay? okay. okay. okay.

okay.

she smiled at dusklion, getting to her paws and sitting back. it effectively masked her suffering just enough for her to continue. when dusk added on that addendum - "hope i can keep makin' you proud." - cobwebpaw's tail swished back and forth and her ear flicked happily. genuinely happily.

but just as soon as the soft moment had begun, it was over with a crash of loud and screams and anger that started with wrenpaw and ended with fogmuzzle.

dead.

right in front of her.

blood seeping onto her paws.

cobwebpaw was going to be sick. oh starclan. she was frozen to the spot, eyes wide and mouth agape.

but fogmuzzle deserved this. right?

that's what she told herself as she backed up slowly, paws scrambling for purchase on the sandy ground, blood smearing on the ground and around her mouth as she attempted to wash it off her fur with her tongue, so numb it almost hurt.

a minute later, she looked at dusklion, intertwining her tail with the other's. in a small voice, she murmured; ' it's gonna be okay, dusky. gonna be okay. '

[Spookez.]

Blizzardpaw covered her eyes and turned away until she guessed it was over. She didn't even look in the direction of the dead body. She was keeping her eyes on the ground. She of course had seen dead bodies before, (Beyond her control, of course) but this was just... random. She didn't prepare herself for this.

[beau]

Well, Dunepounce’s attention was certainly captured now. He watched, face neutral, as Dusklion ripped into Fogmuzzle. He didn’t particularly care to see the slaughter, but he also definitely did not feel like skinning anyone, so he sat there.

It wasn’t anything to get upset about. She, like most of his clanmates. Was a nobody to him. Another one of the mob who just had to lose their head.

It’s a bit… extreme.

Okay. Yeah, life was extreme. He could name not one grown cat who hadn’t almost died at least once in their life - it should be clear by now that living was a privilege. Maybe this would help some cats figure out that in order to keep that privilege they oughta think before opening their trap or flashing their claws. This was fine.

Whatever. He should go hunting after this.

[Ladiebugg]

AzaeleaBlood's eye's widened, and she quickly glanced into the nursery to make sure her kits were inside.

___

MorningMimic watched on, the tip of his tail flicking. Hmmph. They deserved it.

[Seamrog]

Duskleaf had sat in silence for the entire meeting, by now he was used to the descent into chaos, and just rolled his eyes at the bickering, but then there was Fogmuzzle threatening apprentices! A fully-grown warrior, threatening to kill apprentices, and the whole clan by the sounds of it too. Just who did she think she was? He certainly had some things to say about this, he thought Fadingsun was doing a good job as leader and didn’t think there was any problem with him appointing his sister to be deputy, after all she was certainly qualified, but even if some cats disagreed with that decision, they were still entitled to an opinion, Fogmuzzle had no right threatening them like that. When Fadingsun spoke from the Floodstone, calling out this behavior, Duskleaf couldn’t help but agree…but the last part he was not expecting. Execution? Maybe a little far, but at the end of the day it wasn’t his choice to make, so as ordered he sat to watch, as much as he didn’t like seeing such a thing. But it wasn’t the execution itself, it was the brutality of it, ripping out her tongue? That was the part that made him feel sick watching it, however he didn’t dare say anything about it.

[Luminous]

Springkit

Looking around, gaze flying from cat to cat - snarling mawn to snarling mawn, unsheathe claws to unsheathe claws - his eyes pleading them to listen and calm down, but finding not a hint of calmness in many off them. 'Why are the only listening to the warriors and apprentices, I'm trying to make this stop!' Then someone was beside him. Pebblesplash. Offering kind words. And little else. “Sometimes, big cats have big feelings and they need to let them out [...] How about I give you a badger ride after the meeting, does that sound fun?” He didn't want a bagderride, he wanted to be heard when he tried to do something. He wanted to not be treated as if everyone but he was worth hearing out. Shoulders slumping the grey kitten tried to breathe in normally again. His ability yo do that always became unreliable when cats were screaming. 'Just breathe through your mouth and try to keep it even.'

But more screaming. Not only that but the shouted words formed into... threats. Dusky's voice rose from somewhere, saying something Springkit could vaguely make out as reasonable, and echoing a similar thing that he had said about Berrypaw. An apprentice said something that seemed to be trying to de-escalate things, but just as quickly another voice rose up in anger.

The words kill, death and execute seemed to zip around in the air above Springkit - threats and rage-filled snarls. Then something else. Sunkit's scared voice cut through everything else that he had been listening to and suddenly everything else seemed to have shattered into meaninglessness. He new, logically, that no one would try to harm a kit right now, but something seemed to kick inside him to do something. A shake breath in. Then stumbling back to place himself between the terrified kit and the yowling warriors. Each breath leaving his lungs as a hiss. He wasn't sure what anyone would do next, what he would do next, as long as none of his denmates were harmed.

Then Fadingsun spoke, but only select words reached through the chaos of Springkit's mind.
'conclusions'
'protect'
'pathetic'
'a genuine waste'
'defending'
'honor'
'Clan is in shambles...'
'threat'
'kill'

Kill. Kill. Kill. The word echoed in his mind as two warriors followed some order to take the kits inside. A brown cat named Owlheart or something told him and Sunkit to get inside. Then a dappled body sunk down in front of him as Seabreeze blocked his vision. He wasn't actually sure if he wanted to see what would happen next. He didn't even care that he was called a 'little one'. Taking a few stumbling steps towards the den he most associated with safety, Springkit also tried to nudge Sunkit with him (over his dead body that he would let another kit watch what he couldn't bear seeing). Somewhere behind him, one last sound rose. Then he was inside the nursery, collapsing into his nest and burying his muzzle in the moss - partially so his tears wouldn't be as visible - and covered his ears with his paws. He didn't want to be here right now. He wanted to sleep and escape his. He wanted to dream.

@Dakotaa @Dolomedes @Marigoldwhisper @Littlesun0112 - Pebble, Sea, Owl, and Sun - if anyone replies to Springkit you can mention me in the nursery

[Blazing]

Branchpaw
Branchpaw's eyes widened in a sudden flash of horror. W-what? He stumbled backwards away from the bloodshed. What? What happened? He glanced around in frantic, unable to stare over towards the tragedy. Though, maybe it was righteous, but it's still bloody. Crimson blood spilt.