Blizzardwind's call for a meeting echoed loud and clear through RiverClan camp... and Flickerpaw honestly could give a mouse's behind. There were very, very few cats that the sassy ink-black apprentice claimed to care about: their mentor Mintleaf, and the warrior Frecklecry--on account of the nice patrol they had that one time, when Frecklecry totally had Flickerpaw's back. The other apprentices in RiverClan were fine at best and obnoxious at worst (especially that evil brat Snailpaw!), and no other warrior had ever bothered to glance at Flicker or offer a shred of advice, so she'd have to be forgiven for rolling her eyes and taking her sweet time to heed somebody's call. The majority of RiverClan did not care about her, and so Flickerpaw did not care about them. Their loyalty was to the clan as a whole--not the irritiating individuals that comprised it.
Frowning with annoyance and lack of sleep, Flicker dragged their fluffy black-and-russet self out of their nest and took up a seat near the outer rim of camp. From her vantage point, she could perfectly see the silvery shape of Blizzardwind resting atop the Streamstone. He looked quite important up there, as though he belonged. Good for him. A sharp huff left Flicker's fangs as she observed Flintkit scrambling up to join the imposing warrior. She awaited a shout, admonishment, something to blast the precocious kitten off RiverClan's throne and back into the dust... nothing. Blizzardwind welcomed the loud kiddo next to him with nothing more than a paternal curl of his tail to prevent Flintkit from tumbling to the ground. Wow! If that had been Flickerpaw, dashing up to address the clan so boldly, SHE would've been cuffed over the ear! Booed offstage! Told to "mind your own business, you nosey brat"! Indignity prickled up and down their midnight hackles. A sneer stretched unrestrained from where they sat huddled in the shade, claws scraping at the soil. Why bother to sit here? Why pretend as if she was part of any of this, was part of them, when Flickerpaw would have a better use of their time going out and training by herself?
Since, you know, Mintleaf hadn't exactly been around...
Not that anybody would've noticed.
Skystar hadn't even dignified her earlier suggestion of a game to help bring the clan together. It was as though Flickerpaw hadn't spoken to him... as though she did not exist.
What did an apprentice have to do to be noticed around here?!
A drawn-out yawn peeled from Flicker's throat as Blizzardwind droned on. Moonfrost and him were in charge, blah blah blah, Craneglide was handling patrols... yippee. It sounded as though Blizzardwind might allow the RiverClanners to speak their thoughts later, which DID perk the bored Flickerpaw's interest. Perhaps they could request another mentor while Mintleaf was busy? It wouldn't hurt to have another seasoned warrior involved in her training! The more mentorship, the better! Someone as naturally talented and viciously ambitious as Flicker deserved only the BEST of training, to sharpen her like a deadly weapon.
Except--the meeting began to crackle and fall apart. Bad news about Wildsong... mention of rogues... contenton about whom Skystar had appointed in his absence... Flickerpaw chewed the inside of her jowl, increasingly frustrated that the opening to request a mentor just wasn't popping up.
Well. Perhaps she'd have to make an opening.
Flickerpaw finally stood up, fluffy tail tall, and marched straight for the Streamstone. Once at its base, they plopped down on their haunches and aggressively cleared her throat, puffing her chest out for better visibility. "I'll volunteer to help find Reedpaw and Snakeheart. I got nothin' better to do, at least until I find another warrior to help me learn stuff..." Her assertive tone gradually unfurled into something quieter, though her pallid green eyes stubbornly did not leave Blizzardwind.
Blizzardwind's call for a meeting echoed loud and clear through RiverClan camp... and Flickerpaw honestly could give a mouse's behind. There were very, very few cats that the sassy ink-black apprentice claimed to care about: their mentor Mintleaf, and the warrior Frecklecry--on account of the nice patrol they had that one time, when Frecklecry totally had Flickerpaw's back. The other apprentices in RiverClan were fine at best and obnoxious at worst (especially that evil brat Snailpaw!), and no other warrior had ever bothered to glance at Flicker or offer a shred of advice, so she'd have to be forgiven for rolling her eyes and taking her sweet time to heed somebody's call. The majority of RiverClan did not care about her, and so Flickerpaw did not care about them. Their loyalty was to the clan as a whole--not the irritiating individuals that comprised it.
Frowning with annoyance and lack of sleep, Flicker dragged their fluffy black-and-russet self out of their nest and took up a seat near the outer rim of camp. From her vantage point, she could perfectly see the silvery shape of Blizzardwind resting atop the Streamstone. He looked quite important up there, as though he belonged. Good for him. A sharp huff left Flicker's fangs as she observed Flintkit scrambling up to join the imposing warrior. She awaited a shout, admonishment, something to blast the precocious kitten off RiverClan's throne and back into the dust... nothing. Blizzardwind welcomed the loud kiddo next to him with nothing more than a paternal curl of his tail to prevent Flintkit from tumbling to the ground. Wow! If that had been Flickerpaw, dashing up to address the clan so boldly, SHE would've been cuffed over the ear! Booed offstage! Told to "mind your own business, you nosey brat"! Indignity prickled up and down their midnight hackles. A sneer stretched unrestrained from where they sat huddled in the shade, claws scraping at the soil. Why bother to sit here? Why pretend as if she was part of any of this, was part of them, when Flickerpaw would have a better use of their time going out and training by herself?
Since, you know, Mintleaf hadn't exactly been around...
Not that anybody would've noticed.
Skystar hadn't even dignified her earlier suggestion of a game to help bring the clan together. It was as though Flickerpaw hadn't spoken to him... as though she did not exist.
What did an apprentice have to do to be noticed around here?!
A drawn-out yawn peeled from Flicker's throat as Blizzardwind droned on. Moonfrost and him were in charge, blah blah blah, Craneglide was handling patrols... yippee. It sounded as though Blizzardwind might allow the RiverClanners to speak their thoughts later, which DID perk the bored Flickerpaw's interest. Perhaps they could request another mentor while Mintleaf was busy? It wouldn't hurt to have another seasoned warrior involved in her training! The more mentorship, the better! Someone as naturally talented and viciously ambitious as Flicker deserved only the BEST of training, to sharpen her like a deadly weapon.
Except--the meeting began to crackle and fall apart. Bad news about Wildsong... mention of rogues... contenton about whom Skystar had appointed in his absence... Flickerpaw chewed the inside of her jowl, increasingly frustrated that the opening to request a mentor just wasn't popping up.
Well. Perhaps she'd have to make an opening.
Flickerpaw finally stood up, fluffy tail tall, and marched straight for the Streamstone. Once at its base, they plopped down on their haunches and aggressively cleared her throat, puffing her chest out for better visibility. "I'll volunteer to help find Reedpaw and Snakeheart. I got nothin' better to do, at least until I find another warrior to help me learn stuff..." Her assertive tone gradually unfurled into something quieter, though her pallid green eyes stubbornly did not leave Blizzardwind.
Pondwhisker nodded at the apprentice at the front before standing. "I can help train Flickerpaw alongside Specklepaw. I'm surprised that they haven't had a proper mentor in a while." He was more than happy to help his Clan, and needed another 'paw for Specklepaw to train with too. As well, it would show that hes a good warrior too.
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Softecho continued to sit, watching Blizzardwind with mild interest. She was pretty sure Wildsong was getting a renaming ceremony, but now that she knew this wasn’t a life or death situation, she was content to sit on the side and simply watch.
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Holy hell. The elderly tomcat's sharpened into a piercing stare as many cats started howling about the child on the rock. "The child was having difficulty hearing the announcements, and I didn't want to bellow admonishments from the top of the Streamstone at him. Instead I chose to keep him safe and then talk to him afterwards. I would break my neck to keep him from coming to any harm under my care and protection up here." His ear flicked as Craneglide arrived up on the Streamstone to retrieve the kitten, he attempted to guide him away from any edges of stone. "Walk carefully, Flintkit." He stretched out his paws as a precaution, giving Craneglide a grateful but frustrated nod. Questioning authority was a sport in this Clan, but he wouldn't address it now. It would probably cause more of an uproar.
Next to address was two issues that both Bluebellcrackle and Flamesong both brought up. He felt his whiskers twitch. Looked like Skystar forgot to inform him about those little problems. "Well... Thank you for letting me know. I wasn't made aware of his wrongdoings against our Clan." With a swift glance downwards to seek Craneglide and Flintkit out, to make sure it was still doing alright, he looked back up and raised his voice a bit so everyone could hear. Not screaming though. That would be inappropriate. "If anyone sees Wildsong on the territory, chase him out and make him aware that he is no longer a member of this Clan. He will not be wasting space in this Clan any longer."
Flicking an ear at all the volunteers for search parties, he was slightly annoyed that he wasn't given a chance to announce that himself, but he got over it. "I will keep your volitions in mind, and I'll send out a couple search patrols after I get the ceremonies done."
He sighed inaudibly. This was a slightly obnoxious meeting, but he didn't show it. Flickerpaw seemed to be needing a reassignment, but there were probably a lot more apprentices who needed a reassignment. "If you're an apprentice that needs a new mentor, if you could step forward, I'll assign you a warrior to be your new mentor."
She wasn't used to so many cats staring at her and it honestly shook her nerves a little bit to be at the center of attention for this long. But it was for a good cause, right? Like, duh. If no one was going to speak up about these kinds of things, then she obviously had to. And look, it was already giving decent results.
Only one idiot growled at her and she steeled herself, suppressing the urge to bare her teeth right back. Her blue eyes locked onto Pondwhisker [ @cloudivity ] and narrowed ever so slightly. "I never said that he would be better off drowning; if that's all you saw fit to take away from my words, then I suggest you rethink what I said and remain seated." This guy clearly had bees for brains and Bluebellcrackle didn't trust him to assist in Flickerpaw's training.
Blizzardwind spoke again and Bluebellcrackle merely twitched an ear. If he was hard of hearing, simply having him stand right below the base would be fine. Then he could most likely hear the announcements and wouldn't be in danger of falling. Easy peasy solution. Her whiskers twitched, and her voice took on a mildly sympathetic tone. "Of course you weren't." Informed, that is. Skystar seemed keen on keeping the important things to himself.
At least he seemed intent on sending out the patrols and going through with ceremonies. Neat, then she'd leave him to that. Everything said that needed to be said, everything done that needed to be done… for now at least. She turned away from the Streamstone and took up a spot at the back of the crowd.
Aw. Shoot. Her paws were shaking. When had that happened?
Littlepaw sighed as poor Flintkit was being escorted off the rock. He can't hear properly, why's it a big deal? Blizzardwind is clearly keeping him safe and secure with his tail. She kept herself from growling at the mention of Wildsong and his exile.
"Why's he getting exiled? I don't understand... surely just punishment would do?" Littlepaw quietly commented. "Does Skystar know Wildsong is no longer welcome in the Clan? He's our... official leader after all!"
The small she-cat was shaking, nervous from speaking out against the two warriors Skystar had left in charge of the Clan. Oh, dear StarClan... please don't let me get in much trouble!
The cream she-cat offered a nod of encouragement towards Rapidkit, knowing he must be nervous to become an apprentice. Littlepaw remembered when she had become an apprentice, it was quite nerve-wracking.
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Oh stars. Oh dear. Oh gosh. Just as she was nervous for, the frustration that rolled off of Blizzardwind. Craneglide didn't dare to look at him, instead reaching out in an attempt to grab Flintkit as her ears went back in shame. Hopefully the little kit wouldn't mind her picking him up briefly to put him on her back. Assuming he hadn't made a fuss and was on her back, the warrior turned and began the tricky descent down before finally leaping the rest of the way.
"T-There you go." Stars, the shaking had started. Crouching low to the ground, Craneglide allowed the young kit to scamper off her back before standing up again. There were... so many eyes. All on her (and maybe some on Bluebellcrackle, but right now it felt as if the entire Clan was watching her). When... was it getting hot? Her throat felt a little tight and sticky as she finally worked up the courage to glance up to Blizzardwind. A numbness had coated her ears so she couldn't make out anything he was saying.
"I-I am m-m-might sorry, B-B-B-Blizzardw-wind." A little hiccup ended her squeaky apology as she looked away from the stand-in leader to the little kit near her. But she had to get out of here - right now. "O-Off you go to y-y-your mama," she said, her voice full of anxiety, towards Flintkit. Oh stars. She couldn't stick around to see if the young kit was on his way back to Doeheart before her paws started carrying her towards the camp entrance. A few more words tumbled out of her hastily, but none of them were comprehendible.
- But wait, she couldn't just leave. Blizzardwind had publically stated she was in charge of patrols. Cats... they would be looking to her. Drats! Turning from the entrance, the tall she-cat strode towards the back of the crowd and took a seat as far away as she could, but still close enough to be considered part of the meeting. That... had gone horribly. And she was still shaking. Lovely.
The lilac queen sighed as her kits continued to be a recurring distraction. She stood as she saw Craneglide pulling herself up to the Streamstone and retrieving Flintkit. Her breath caught mildly, watching her small kit so high off the ground and being jostled about but she held her tongue. At least most of her litter seemed to still be in the nursery. Ducking her head to Elkkit, she meowed, ”Hush, darling. We must listen without talking while our leaders are holding a meeting. I’ll be right back, don’t move.”
Doeheart stepped around her closest kit and padded towards the Streamstone to meet Craneglide. She dipped her head gratefully to the warrior then turned stern amber eyes on her wayward kit before lifting him by the scruff [Let me know if this doesn’t work for you] and turning towards her other naughty kit. With Flintkit, hopefully complacently, swinging from her jaws, she used a paw to gently shove Heronkit back towards the nursery. The young she-kit huffed disappointedly as her mother’s paw ushered her away from the Streamstone. At least she wasn’t being carried around like her brother though, she smirked as she turned away, hanging her head and dragging her paws back towards the nursery.
Doeheart herded Heronkit beside Elkkit then set Flintkit down beside the two. Giving Heronkit and Flintkit a hard look, she meowed, ”Now both of you behave yourselves or you’ll be going back into the nursery.” She wound herself around behind the three kits and sat down, facing Blizzardwind with her fluffy lilac tail wrapped loosely around her brood.
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