Mintkit observed the meeting from her usual spot beside the nursery, partially hidden by sagging reeds. The leader's voice sounded clear and powerful and she didn't need to get closer to hear - besides, clan meetings weren't for kits.
She was wondering why Pikestar had decided to change his name. And what a name he chose. The vicious fish's reputation known as pike had nothing to do with Pikestar's kind personality. Maybe he wants to sound powerful to the other clans. Maybe he wants to break up symbolically with Skystar's era.
Of course Mintkit didn't know much about Skystar, but she could hear rumors around the camp every now and then.
The long list of new names didn't tell her anything particular. She didn't know most of her clanmates either, so a few more wouldn't make any difference for her.
The last new were a bit more interesting and awoke Mintkit's interest. It seemed that a medicine cat had not only given up her role, but also changed clan. And she came from Shadowclan. Had Dawnstar something to do with it? In any case, Fawnpaw was lucky to have now someone she could learn from.
The feline gave a slight purr at the welcoming. While it was true that Foxpaw had already brought his kits to the nursery, he appreciated that Pikestar still addressed them. The bengal Tom looked at his new leader with a grateful look in his eyes. "Thank you, Pikestar." He muttered under his breath, sweeping his tail to the side
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Featherspirit padded up to the new cats of riverclan smiling and mews "welcome to riverclan. If you need help with anything or any questions I'll try my best to help." The long furred brown tabby with a white chest and two front socks mews.
Marigoldleap slid into the meeting from the warriors den in just enough time to hear her name get announced she had joined. She looked around to see her new clanmates faces to try and read their expressions. Some cats might not trust her and she had kind of held onto that fact. With helping with Fawnpaw's training perhaps she could start to earn that trust. Marigoldleap dipped her head before sitting down.
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On a really good stride on here and Barleypaw is really close to getting her post counts finished for her training. If there is anyone who needs a cat to help with anything feel free to VM or pm. I want her to be more active along her clanmates.
She turned away from Fawnpaw, looking still concerned but off-put. "If you say so dear," she lifted her tail in a wave goodbye before trotting back to her spot.
She listened as her leader listed new names that belonged to new faces- some of which she'd already seen around. Sundrop, Branchlight, Goosekit, Sunsetkit, Chirpkit, Thorn/Hawkpaw, and Marigoldleap. She'd seen the last name around the medicine den often- though she never made the connection that she might know herbivore.
She squinted at Marigoldleap in a perplexed way. A Shadowclanner? She had no qualms with the clan in general- just Dawnstar really. That fur...oh.That's why she seemed for familiar. Another image of a cat rose to the surface to take Marigoldleap's place- Ebonyfang.
"Sundrop! Branchlight! Goosekit! Sunsetkit! Chirpkit! Hawkpaw! Marigoldleap!" She chanted with more forced enthusiasm than she would like to admit. How could she? She met Pikestar's gaze, and his blink of sympathy, and she knew.
She smiled, egging her sister on. "Go for it!" She cheered. She watched her her sister approached, and held her breath. Birdpaw seemed startled that Snowkit had approached her so loudly, but began to smile. "Lets be friends!" She heard Birspaw say.
Oh, goodie! She clapped happily. Her advice had worked! She bounded over to the two cats, beaming. "Good morning!" She greeted the apprentice politely before turning to Snowkit. "Did you do it?"
Shimmerdawn | Open for the rest of the meeting A brown tabby she-cat with a white neck and green eyes | She/Her | AMAB
Blinking in acknowledgment as Pikestar returned the greeting, a smile remained intact on her face, though Shimmerdawn’s lips quivered for a quick moment as her gaze trickled over to Fawnpaw; The young medicine cat seemed… injured? Though with all the other cats surrounding her, the molly believed that the girl would be fine in the end.
It didn’t take long for news to begin throughout the clearing, weaving and dipping through the cats like a beautiful melody, and the tabby felt herself lean in further, ears pricked, as Pikestar spoke. Though she was curious, Shimmerdawn was certain that Pikestar was renamed for good reason. Right? Nonetheless, the meeting would stop for no one, not even her own intrusive thoughts, and he continued.
“You all have, no doubt, noticed many new faces in our clan recently. I have decided to allow some outsiders into RiverClan’s ranks. Sundrop-” Outsiders? “-Branchlight-” Really? With all this drama going on-? “-as well as their kittens: Goosekit, Sunsetkit and Chirpkit.” But RiverClan barely had enough fresh kill for everyone already! Shimmerdawn fretted that the nursery wouldn’t be able to hold those little children in…
And, a loner, too? “As well as a loner I had the pleasure of meeting, Thorn, who I’ve decided to name Hawkpaw. I will be handling all of his training and make sure he learns our ways as a clan.” Shimmerdawn flicked a single ear nervously. She knew that Pikestar would surely be able to handle such a task, though, like any warrior should, the she-cat couldn’t help but worry for the stability of her clan.
“Hawkpaw! Hawkpaw!” Though her undying smile remained true as she chanted the new apprentices name, hoping for others to join in, before Pikestar continued. Her emerald eyes lingered towards the pale boy, and the molly gave him a brisk, welcoming nod, before turning to look at Pikestar once more. “And last but not least—”
“–I have decided to allow Marigoldleap to join RiverClan. For those who are not aware, she was a past medicine cat of ShadowClan. I believe that she could help young Fawnpaw with her training. And no, before anyone says anything, I will not be granting her the status of medicine cat. She will simply be around to help our medicine cat if need be, but she will remain a warrior throughout the process.”
“I expect each and every one of you to treat these cats as our own. Even if a majority of them are not clanborn, that does not make them any less of your clanmates. I was a loner once too, and I now stand before you as your clan leader.” And now, the actual chanting could begin! Shimmerdawn cleared her throat for a moment, before her gaze searched for the newcomers. Maw parting, she’d chant their names in order of recitation, skipping out on Hawkpaw, though, for she’d already let his name spill for her maw.
Finally, once she was finished, Shimmerdawn blinked for a moment, throat growing a little sore. She’d just have to drink a bit of water, surely, and then she’d be fine. The molly felt good today. Everything was going to be good, and great, and fantastic. Definitely!
// Bluepaw | He|His|Him | RiverClan Apprentice \\
Bluepaw smiled at the newcomers but was not prepared for Pikestar's mention that he was once a loner. The white-furred tomcat made his way to Shimmerdawn, who happened to be the closest cat to him. "Did you know that Snowleap used to be a loner? Is that true?" he asked, his bio-colored amber and green eyes locked on the warrior.
Ever since Fawnpaw had treated Flickerpaw’s wounds, the teeny black-and-red apprentice had felt unstoppable. Flicker had been pushing through the ache of bruises and poorly stitched lacerations for so long she’d learned to forget about them; if she happened to notice themself bleeding after a training session or a swim, they’d usually lick away those fresh trails of scarlet and carry on with business as usual. A life of existing as a sidenote, a stray, an afterthought, had taught the midnight kid to never ask for help. She expected to be ignored in favor of clanmates that mattered more—younglings with parents and loved ones and friends, connections that Flickerpaw had grown up without. Even her first mentor had preferred a paws-off teaching method, allowing Flicker total independence.
Not everyone could handle (or thrive) under such autonomous conditions. Flickerpaw understood that they’d been made different, stronger than the average RiverClan individual. She assumed that no one would care about the wounds she received at the violent FireFly Cove battle, and she’d been right: the healers hadn’t glanced at her at all, and there’d been no soft words of concern cooed over their myriad contusions. Rather than fill the young apprentice with the agony of loneliness, they’d simply done their best to get better on her own. Their peers were up-and-coming warriors, felines with emotions and rich inner lives and alliances among each other. Flickerpaw was a weapon—and weapons were used, not fretted over.
At least, that’s what Flicker had believed for the majority of their isolated life. Out of nowhere, like magic, people had crept into the desolation of her circle to extend… if not friendship, then something close. The coal-and-flame mutt no longer glanced away from Birdpaw’s smiles, flustered to be on the receiving end of that glorious warmth; she spoke cordially with Stormpaw, navigating their almost-friendship with the care one might use when handling fragile crystal; Mistypaw had thanked Flickerpaw for the flowers in her den with genuine gratitude; Fawnpaw had gone out of her way to press marigold petals and fluffy cobwebs upon the claw-marks raked into Flicker’s hide with such gentleness Flickerpaw had needed to silently choke down tears. Even Snailpaw—infuriating, evil, Snailpaw—showered their attention upon the inkblot in the manner of a vicious sibling. Flickerpaw had no parents, no relatives, and no adult warriors within the clan who’d care if she disappeared… but now, for the first time, she was starting to believe she might possess something adjacent to family.
It was a confusing life transition for certain. Flickerpaw felt as though by opening their heart, they had uncovered a deadly vulnerability that could kill them instantly if harmed. Life had been so much EASIER when they had no attachments or affections! Under Fawnpaw’s watchful eye, Flickerpaw had to be careful—no more sprinting recklessly into danger without a shred of self-preservation. And somebody had to guard Stormpaw and Birdpaw while they adjusted to their next chances at living. Oh, stars, the pressure!
Flicker had slept through Pikestar’s initial call for a meeting—utterly exhausted from the events of the week—but as her tiny body realized how empty and cold the apprentices’ den had become, she shuddered awake. Pieces of cobweb still stuck to their pelt, layered over marigold poultice. Flickerpaw frantically checked her dressings to ensure that nothing had fallen off during her hard sleep before crawling stiffly out of her nest and into the open.
She made it just in time to catch RiverClan’s leader make his grand announcement. Flickerpaw blinked owlishly at the audience, trying blearily to pick out all the new faces that Pikestar spoke of. A massive yawn split her face—she covered her maw with a paw out of politeness—and an exhausted shiver trickled down their minute frame. Okay, neat… an entire gaggle of newcomers that wouldn’t bother to learn Flickerpaw’s name. No fun stuff there. Where were the cats that Flicker actually wanted to see?
Birdpaw was speaking with a rambunctious kit, looking for all the world like a doting big sister. Stormpaw… Flickerpaw yawned again and scrubbed at their eyes, unsure if she could catch the other apprentices silvery pelt among the crowd. And Fawnpaw—
Fawnpaw’s body language was all wrong. Stiff. Furtive. Blue eyes too wide, posture too low, turning her head away from the felines approaching her as though she did not want to meet their gaze… or she didn’t want them to notice something. Abruptly, Flicker felt awake. She lifted cautiously to her paws, hesitating to join the throng converging on the callow medicine cat. Best not to drown Fawn in attention right now… but Flickerpaw would keep an eye out on the dappled girl.
She’d bodily carried a friend to safety once before. She’d gladly do so again.
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