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Wrenpaw
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9 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
There isn't a lot to comment on for the first half of the meeting, and Wrenpaw yawns tiredly. If she knew how boring this would be she wouldn't have shown up. Whatever, information is good to have regardless of if she's bored out of her mind when receiving it. Next up is an apprentice ceremony - Rainingpaw - and some reassignments. Your average, run of the mill announcements. Yay. Exciting. Forgive Wren while she excitedly trips over her own feet in an effort to show how thrilled she is.
Whatever, moving on... the announcement - or rather, the reiteration - of the fact that not only are they on bad terms with ThunderClan, but WindClan has also seen an act of war from RiverClan lately makes a low growl escape Wren's throat. As if they needed any more problems to deal with... battle training was a priority now, though, so that means more cats will be doing lessons and Wren can leech any training she can get off of them - the single good thing that might come of this.
And then-! Oh, it's too horrible to even speak about! Berrypaw as medicine apprentice if fine, Wren doesn't have any misgivings there, in fact, she doesn't care at all what goes on in that den, but Dusklion as their deputy? There's no way. There's no way.
"You're joking, right?" She can't help but blurt out, a laugh bubbling around the edges, disbelieving and incredulous. "This is some sort of joke, right? You got us, good one, Fadingsun - you can't seriously expect all of us to be ok with the new deputy being her?" She spits in Dusklion's direction, eyes narrowed and ears laid flat. "Not only is she your sister, but she also threw a temper tantrum when you were appointed deputy instead of her! Sure, she's active, but does activity alone mean anything? She's hot-headded and I'm positive she's not going to think before she acts and get us into far more trouble than we're already in." She knows she's going to be yelled at for speaking out like this but, honestly? Wren can't bring herself to really even care. And, because she's anticipating it, she already stands and looks around at the lionhearts.
"One of you escort me out into the territory," it's not a request, but an order, "since our leader or his dear, perfect deputy are going to do so anyway."
[as always, Wren's opinions do not reflect my own]
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''Wrenpaw, that is enough!''
Fogmuzzle's voice was nearly a commanding order as she made her way through the crowd of gathered RiverClan cats over towards the apprentice. The silver-and-white warrior gave a lash of her tail.
''I don't know who you think you are, Wrenpaw, questioning your Clan Leader's decisions, but it is not your place to do so,'' The warrior snapped, fixing an ice-cold glare on the blue-gray apprentice. ''Sure, you may have supporters, but unless you want exiled - or even killed - by one of our High Ranks, then I suggest you shut your mouth rather quickly before your throat meets either Dusklion or Fadingsun's claws, and believe me, if its Dusklion, I won't stop her.''
Fogmuzzle held her head high, her ears flattening as she gave a single lash of her tail. She met Wrenpaw's stare with equal coldness, if not more. ''If you end up being Clan Leader one day, then the decision will be yours. Until then, it is Fadingsun's and only Fadingsun's. I'm quite sure that he doesn't need argumentative apprentices who think they know everything questioning his choices and then trying to make his decisions for him.''
Fogmuzzle turned to the rest of the Clan, blue gaze scorching their pelts as she raised her voice and called out to the rest of them. ''My words go for the entire Clan. If you don't know how to keep your mouth shut, then why are you at the meeting?''
Giving a grunt, Fogmuzzle sat back on her haunches beside Wrenpaw to keep an eye on the apprentice. First, a rogue. Second, her own Clanmates. What was RiverClan going to do if they started fighting each other? And how would she or Dusklion or Fadingsun handle it? Guess there was only one way to tell, but Fogmuzzle wouldn't let it happen. It couldn't. Fogmuzzle held her head and tail high, though on the inside, she was crashing. The Clan she loved - The Clan Fogmuzzle called home - was slowly deteriorating, slowly collapsing in on itself. Hopefully Fadingsun and Dusklion would be able to keep their heads up through this time. Fogmuzzle knew it must be difficult to watch from the eyes of a High Rank. It was difficult for her as a warrior. Fogmuzzle managed to catch Dusklion's eye, and gave her a firm nod of approval. If no cat else wanted to congratulate Dusklion and...and just be happy for her, then Fogmuzzle would have to for the entire Clan. Dusklion deserved the role. Dusklion was the one warrior in RiverClan who could see the thin line between love and hate. Between trust and mistrust.
If there was one cat in RiverClan who deserved the position of Deputy, then that cat was Dusklion.
But just then, anger took over Fogmuzzle's body, and she jumped to her paws to let out a snarl.
''Who cares whether or not Dusklion threw a fit when Fadingsun was chosen instead of her?'' She snapped harshly. ''If Dusklion was chosen now, then she has obviously made up for her mistake. Dusklion has proved her loyalty time and time and time and time again. Now, if I hear one more cat speak badly about our Deputy, then you might just end up with a tear in your ear!'' It wasn't typical of Fogmuzzle to threaten her Clanmates, but this situation had caused her patience to snap. Dusklion was one of Fogmuzzle's friends, and Fogmuzzle had sworn by StarClan she'd defend the black-and-dark-ginger warrior with all of her might.
She turned to Fadingsun. ''I am sorry - so, so sorry - for threatening them, but Dusklion has been through a lot, and the least I can do is defend her. If you want to exile me for that, go ahead. At least I'll leave knowing that Dusklion was defended and proved to be a great warrior and that she'll be a great deputy. You made the right choice, Fadingsun.''
Fogmuzzle turned back to her Clanmates. ''Mistakes happen,'' She meowed with a wave of her tail and an emphasis on the two words. ''You all know that just as well as I do.''
''You all have to stop fighting,'' Fogmuzzle pleaded. ''Not just for yourselves, but for the good of RiverClan. We're slowly deteriorating, slowly collapsing in on ourselves. Two of our neighboring Clans are out for RiverClan blood. If either ThunderClan or WindClan attack us, how do you expect us to win if we're not even united? When we don't and are unable to put our trust in each other?'' Fogmuzzle sighed and sat back down. ''RiverClan is not the Clan I once knew. Instead it is filled with haters - '' A glance at Wrenpaw. '' - and cats who are at each other's throats.''
''I want the old RiverClan back,'' Fogmuzzle sighed, her tail drooping dejectedly. ''The supportive RiverClan. The RiverClan who was never angry at a leader's choice of deputy.'' Feeling defeated, Fogmuzzle trailed over to her father - Eveningthaw - and sat down beside him, her blue eyes glistening with unreadable emotions.
[ edit: me just waiting for dusklion's approval of fog and her thanks to fog lolz ]
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Eaglepaw
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Eaglepaw felt herself drifting off as the meeting continued, her emerald eyes dull from many sleepless nights. Fadingsun's words barely passed over her, the gentle lull of conversation from the gathered cats carrying her towards sleep.
Then Fadingsun claimed he had chosen a deputy, and Mistyshard had chosen an apprentice. Eaglepaw forced her eyes to open, staring blearily at her mentor up on the floodstone. Who would he choose? There were so few cats in this clan who were capable enough to even be considered for lionheart, let alone deputy. The apprentice swiveled her ears towards her mentor as his decision came to light. As the clan rumbled around her, confusion, frustration and jubilance alike flooding from the pelts of her clanmates, Eaglepaw felt frozen to her spot.
Dusklion? She wanted to be happy for the molly, as she was in fact dedicated to the clan. But her outburst when Fadingsun was announced as deputy still rang through her mind. Watching her storm in with Fadingsun's body on her back and immediately leaving in order to deal with a threat they knew nothing about. Her seclusion recently, and the paranoid looks she was shooting the clan. Was she... really who Fadingsun wanted? Eaglepaw was inclined to trust her mentor, as well as Dusklion. But something about this felt wrong.
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't hear the medicine cat apprentice announcement, though it hardly mattered to her anymore. She no longer wished to be a medicine cat after seeing how no one in this clan deserved them. She heard vague cheers for a Berrypaw, and she allowed her gaze to scan the crowd for the young cat surrounded by cats congratulating her. Eaglepaw's heart warmed a little, and she found herself smiling softly at the apprentice. She hoped Berrypaw would be okay. Perhaps Eaglepaw could make friends with her later. She was certainly going to need them, in this clan.
Wrenpaw scoffed and voiced her concerns, and Eaglepaw resisted the urge to wince. Stars, why couldn't anyone in this clan just keep their mouths shut! All it did was make other cats mad. But even then, Eaglepaw found herself partially agreeing with the older apprentice. Who knew where Dusklion's abrasive and hot-headed nature would get them with the other clans, especially with war looming from the WindClan border.
Eaglepaw really, really wanted to trust Dusklion. She wanted the dark molly to do well in her position and build the clan up to stability. The golden-furred apprentice twisted to look at Dusklion, giving her a small, tired smile. She hoped it was enough to show that in the end, she supported Dusklion. After all, the new deputy would be much more inclined to help her with her goals of finding Rushwater if Eaglepaw behaved.
She cursed the paranoid, negative thoughts running through her head. Surely it was just the exhaustion that made her so uncertain. Surely...
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Appleberry had a look of scheming in his eye, as though he were planning something. He slowly just padded off away from the Floodstone, grumbling something about 'Skyfall would be a way better deputy than Duskloser.' And this was a first for him- being rude about someone just because his own brother wasn't picked. Something was wrong, for sure. Skyfall noticed this but said nothing, and just quietly shrugged. He may not have been picked for deputy but that was fine! He would've loved to be picked, though- he'd be a role model for future generations, a possible leader in the future... Oh starclan, the possibilities were endless! But for now, he'd keep quiet about everything.
Crowglow gave Dusklion an approving nod of 'well done, you lucky cat.'
Grimpaw quietly looked up at Dusklion with amazed eyes. The... the head lionheart was the deputy..? W-Wow! He seemed amazed and happy.
Stuff contiuned on and the grey kitten once more turned his ears towards the leader. New member? Treat them nice? Oh yeah that was not a problem, Springkit was the master of niceness. But what he right now found more interesting were the High Ranks. The kit, being less than 3 moons old, had not been around long enough to see any changes is those positions and had no idea how the worked, but apperently the leader just said their names? Cool! So Dusklion and Berrypaw....? Yellow and blue eyes scanned the clearing until... Ah ok! Those two Dusk whose name he hadn't quite remembered and Berrypaw who had seemed a bit nervous. Gotcha!
"Congrats! DUSKLION, BERRYPAW, DUSK... lion.... berry...." Nervously looking around, Springkit's voice fade away. Weren't you supposed to shout their names? Like with new warriors and apprentices and stuff? Then why was no one else doing it... In fact, instead of cries of joy and shouting their names, his clanmates seemed to have an issue with this... Well, not with Berrypaw (luckily, Springkit wouldn't want anyone that young to be met with scorn in a situation like this...) Gaze flew from cat to cat as one after one voiced their opinions... opinions against the choice of deputy...
Talonpaw spoke up, dropping the name of some leader Springkit wasn't familiar with, and said that Dusky had a temper? Well ok that wasn't good for a deputy maybe. Then another apprentice, going so far as to treat this is a joke, and- "Wait, ok, everyon-" Then a warrior, saying that Wrenpaw might be killed?? "Everybody hold on!" His voice was shrill and everything but steady and commanding the warriors' and leader's and all but for the love of everything "no one is getting killed!!" He could ignore everything else as long as that didn't happened. "And... I mean, everybody is still allowed to have an opinion, right?" He wasn't sure what he was saying. He wasn't sure what had happened on previous meetings. He wasn't sure how anyone was going to react this anything he said or if they would even hear him. As long as they didn't fight. "If Dusky is Fades' siblings... his view might" -emphasis on that word, he wasn't ready to take a stance on that- "be like... clouded, so it should be good that we share our opinions, right?"
A shaky breath in through his mouth, fighting back the stress creeping in his chest. "but we should also do it calmly, and maybe not leave because of that... ok?" He took a tentative few steps towards Wrenpaw, blinking at her with kind eyes. He didn't know this clanmate and hadn't talked to her before, but living without a clan was surely a lot worse than just living with someone you didn't like.
Somewhere in the corner of his eye she saw the warrior who had threatened Wrenpaw move again, and angled an ear towards them while still shooting uneasy glances around at his clanmates. An apology came, a wish for old time, and more voices and opinons from his clanmates.
Then she turned his head towards Fadingsun, gaze shifting between the leader and new deputy "...and... if they're respectful about it, they shouldn't be forced to leave either, I dont think..."'or killed.' But the last words were ones he didn't even dare utter right now.
That was all that he wanted to have said... expect it wasn't, and even though it felt a bit meaningless between all these bigger things... "and why are you all chosig to fight now? We got a new deputy, like her or not, but we also have a new medicine cat apprentice! That's just as important, but all of you are just fighting about this." Maybe it was stupid now much it bothered him but like- "I know how big my apprentice-ceremoy is gonna feel for me, and she is becoming a medicine cat apprentice at that, so stop making a memory she might hold forever a memory about her clanmates arguing! and if you're gonna cheer for Dusky, you should cheer for Berry too!"
All was said, so there he stood, a small cat so young they hadn't even begun to shed their kitten-fluff, in the middle of the clearing (a clearing full of warriors and apprentices - cats who would be listened to) having just babbled out all of their insides for the world to see, now desperately looking around, lost on what say - what to do - next.
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Just as Cherryswirl had opened her mouth to respond to Seab, after a long contemplative moment of silence, the meeting carried on with Fading's voice booming. It really looked like he was in a good mood! An apprentice ceremony, mentor replacements, the usual - but the next bit of news caught Cherryswirl by surprise.
"Oh!" She meowed aloud, sounding quite pleased at the news of their new deputy and medicine cat apprentice. Swirls would have to stop by later to congratulate them both but.... oooooooo.... The sudden cheers turned yowls of disagreement started up. And... to be fair, Cherryswirl wasn't surprised. There had been backlash when Larkstar had appointed her brother as the medicine cat. She scowled slightly. It wasn't like Dusklion didn't deserve the chance - as far as her interactions with the younger warrior had been... Dusklion had shown dedication and loyalty to her clan tenfold. Though, glancing at Seabreeze, she gave him a sympathetic smile,
"I suppose you might want to escort Wrenpaw to the border? Huh?" There was a slight air of amusement to her tone. "Cats tend to make rash decisions in the heat of the moment - Riverclan has been struggling for a long time - if it's not a horribly awkward walk, why not try seeing how she feels?"
Glowing with all its grandeur, flaming, scorching, rhadamanthine and just, the sun tears down on the clearing in painted rays. Eveningthaw tilted his mighty head up to scrutinize his leader with keen eyes, approval or disapproval uncertain behind those green eyes as sharp as a razor's edge.
Then, his muzzle creased in a smile. Some artful imitation of mirth, maybe.
"Congratulations, Dusklion, Berrypaw!" he called among the raucous, seasoned voice carrying with gravel and rasp. He wasn't her biggest fan- in fact, he considered himself far from it. She was a trouble maker, a deputy killer, and a stain on the glorious glow of Riverclan's might. However, she was a good fighter and she was dedicated. He could think of far worse cats to get deputy.
Green eyes trailed over to Wrenpaw and her protests, opinion concealed close to his chest. Then, harsh gaze clicked to the familiar voice and coat of his daughter. Oh, joyous. Another scene.
When she joined him by his side, he folded his tail over his paws with measured indifference. Perhaps even scrutiny.
"Keep your voice down, this is a meeting, not a free for all." he scolded, just like he did when she was a kit. Though he had taught her right and wrong, he had never really managed to drive home time and place. "Keep in mind you're arguing with an apprentice. As Fadingsun said, we're all entitled to share are opinions, and Wrenpaw was doing that. Albeit, a bit. . . harsh, yes, it's not your nor I's place to step up and argue when she's already calmed down." he kept his voice low, low enough not to be speaking over anyone.
"I understand your frustration, and that passion is good, but Dusklion is a grown warrior, she can defend herself in such times." He said, but this time amusement caught in his expression. "Riverclan will always be a bit rambunctious; it's good to have spirit. We just have to make sure it's directed at the right places- like Thunderclan. Not at each other."
Not at eachother. . . heh. At least, not at those undeserving of it. Wrenpaw had broken no rules by questioning Fadingsun's choices- hell, he himself had a few nitpicks to be had. But it wasn't his place. He hadn't gotten this far by up and yelling at everyone whom he dissagreed with.
No. He got this far by letting his actions do the talking.
Glowing with all its grandeur, flaming, scorching, rhadamanthine and just, the sun tears down on the clearing in painted rays. Eveningthaw tilted his mighty head up to scrutinize his leader with keen eyes, approval or disapproval uncertain behind those green eyes as sharp as a razor's edge.
Then, his muzzle creased in a smile. Some artful imitation of mirth, maybe.
"Congratulations, Dusklion!" he called among the raucous, seasoned voice carrying with gravel and rasp. He wasn't her biggest fan- in fact, he considered himself far from it. She was a trouble maker, a deputy killer, and a stain on the glorious glow of Riverclan's might. However, she was a good fighter and she was dedicated. He could think of far worse cats to get deputy.
Green eyes trailed over to Wrenpaw and her protests, opinion concealed close to his chest. Then, harsh gaze clicked to the familiar voice and coat of his daughter. Oh, joyous. Another scene.
When she joined him by his side, he folded his tail over his paws with measured indifference. Perhaps even scrutiny.
"Keep your voice down, this is a meeting, not a free for all." he scolded, just like he did when she was a kit. Though he had taught her right and wrong, he had never really managed to drive home time and place. "Keep in mind you're arguing with an apprentice. As Fadingsun said, we're all entitled to share are opinions, and Wrenpaw was doing that. Albeit, a bit. . . harsh, yes, it's not your nor I's place to step up and argue when she's already calmed down." he kept his voice low, low enough not to be speaking over anyone.
"I understand your frustration, and that passion is good, but Dusklion is a grown warrior, she can defend herself in such times." He said, but this time amusement caught in his expression. "Riverclan will always be a bit rambunctious; it's good to have spirit. We just have to make sure it's directed at the right places- like Thunderclan. Not at each other."
Not at eachother. . . heh. At least, not at those undeserving of it. Wrenpaw had broken no rules by questioning Fadingsun's choices- hell, he himself had a few nitpicks to be had. But it wasn't his place. He hadn't gotten this far by up and yelling at everyone whom he dissagreed with.
No. He got this far by letting his actions do the talking.
Fogmuzzle AFAB - She / Her
RiverClan Warrior
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Fogmuzzle hesitated a moment before replying to her father.
''I know what Fadingsun said,'' She mewed quietly, staring at her paws and shuffling them. ''I also know what you said, but I just couldn't help it. Dusklion has done nothing but show her loyalty to RiverClan, and this is how our Clanmates repay her?'' Fogmuzzle lifted her head and met Eveningthaw's gaze.
''Sure, Dusklion has made mistakes, but if she's been chosen for Deputy by her own brother, then that should show that's she's made up for past mistakes. Every cat makes mistakes, and every cat learns from their mistakes,'' She continued, wrapping her tail around her paws neatly. ''I'm not like our Clanmates, Father. I'm different from them, and I'm different from you. I wasn't going to just stand around and let Wrenpaw act as if she was on top of the Floodstone instead of Fadingsun, our leader. Not saying that you would, of course.''
''It's just....'' Fogmuzzle let water in her eyes roll down her cheeks. ''It's just that I can't stand the state that RiverClan is in. I love RiverClan. RiverClan is my home, but we're....we're....we're falling apart, Eveningthaw! I just can't take it anymore.'' The silver-and-white she-cat buried her muzzle in her parent's shoulder.
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☘︎ It didn’t take long till a fight broke out, and Pebs was sitting right next to Fogs, someone she considered a trusted clanmate. Shaking her fur, she stood up to try and calmly deescalate the scene in front of her. She looks at Wrenpaw (Neptune.) “Calm down, young one. Fadingsun made this choice because he thinks it will benefit RiverClan as a whole. If it backfires, he only has himself to blame,” her voice was calm, yet she seemed to have some sort of dark undertone to her words… She then looks at the two cats that had come along to call back at the apprentice.
☘︎ “Yes, no reason for you to join in on yelling, fogs. You know better… Thanks for speaking to her,” she didn’t know who Eveningthaw (redshiftreign) was, but she still nodded her head in their direction. She then looks at Springkit (Luminous) with a smile. “Sometimes, big cats have big feelings and they need to let them out. There will be no fight if everyone just sits down and lets Fadingsun continue with the meeting.” Pebblesplash sat next to the kit. “How about I give you a badger ride after the meeting, does that sound fun?”
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