[Captain]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Moving through the forest at a secure, constant pace, the tall RiverClan leader led his clanmates down the familiar path that would bring them to the beach where the Seastones awaited them. A steady rainfall poured onto Pikestar’s head and back, dripping through the leaves of the trees overhead. The ground beneath his large paws squished and sloshed through mud and shallow puddles that had collected together since the storm had begun. Of course, they just had to have a storm during the one night that the clans have their Gathering. What amazing luck, huh? The oriental tomcat couldn’t help but huff with annoyance at the fact, though he supposed rain was better than snow and ice—not by very much though, mind you. Pikestar shook his pelt, scattering raindrops in every direction before continuing onward, stepping over the line that divided the forest from the beach. They were the first ones here tonight.

"Remember RiverClan, be on your best behavior tonight." He would yell back to the group behind him, his bushy tail swishing back and forth as he walked to the collection of stones closer to the ocean's edge. The feeling of the wet sand between his toes made Pikestar visibly wince, an uncomfortable shudder running along his spine. Gross. Glancing quickly behind him, the one-eyed RiverClan leader gave a nod to both Gingerfrost, his deputy, and Fawnlight, his medicine cat, before quickening his pace to get a somewhat running start to leap up onto the top of the Seastones in a quick session. What Pikestar didn't account for was how slick the rain would cause the smooth rocks to become. Jumping up using a few apparent ledges, the oriental longhair quickly made it to the top. However, the dark-furred tomcat's four paws quickly slid across the wet stone surface. All that could be heard was a startled honk as he took a not-so-graceful tumble off the Seastones, landing on the soggy sand below with a rough thud that knocked the breath out of the poor RiverClan leader.

Groaning in pain, Pikestar lifted himself up into a standing position, his stomach and chest fur covered in wet sand that clung to his long fur. He shook his head, hissing irritably under his breath as he lifted his partial gaze to look from the area where he fell from. What a perfect start to this Gathering... He thought shaking as much sand from his body as he could before Pikestar made his way back up to the top of the Seastones. This time the oriental was careful to where he put his paws and made sure to not rush. Once he was finally where he was supposed to be, the tall clan leader sat down and wrapped his tail around his front legs as his ears flattened against his head. Stupid rain. Stupid seastones. Stupid Gathering. He repeated his over and over again while the heat of embarrassment took over his whole body, making his skin prickle with uneasiness. Rain continued to pour onto his head, showing little to no sign of stopping. At least there were no other leaders present that witnessed such a display.

[ Gingerfrost - @Estelle // Fawnlight - @birdie ]

...RIVERCLAN HAS ARRIVED.