RiverClan Leader's Den - Page 185

**ELL10T** · #**1841** November 18th, 2023, 11:35 AM

[I hope you don't mind this but just lmk if you do and I'll take it down!]

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Cinnamonswirl - They/Them - Ace + Pan - 29 Moons

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CinnamonSwirl stood outside their little sister's den. Starclan this was nerve racking! The cinnamon-swirled scat took a deep breath. They padded in, trying to look confident, and looked around. "Larkstar? May I speak to you? It's about Lionhearts..." They said paused, trying to find the next words "I was seeking to become one." The cream and cinnamon cat finished. Eyes trained nervously on their sister as they waited for Larkstar's reply.

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[ @FrostyGalaxy - Larkstar ]

**Goopysharkboi** · #**1842** November 18th, 2023, 01:48 PM

Weaseltooth peered hesitantly into the den. GOSH he didn't want to tattle but he couldn't let the group of cats he had seen at Lionsbeach get away with whatever they were planning. "Larkstar? You here? I just overheard some conspiracy of rebels going on at Lionsbeach, and I'm concerned you might end up dead as a result..." He meowed politely." I understand you are aware of the constant idea, but I doubt it's an idea anymore as I overheard some Spiderleap, Gingersplash and Craneblood planning to get some deathberries and confront you about some silly old rumors among the apprentices, and either way causing your end. I couldn't just sit there and let this happen, so I thought I'd let you know." His head down in respect, he sat waiting for a response. @FrostyGalaxy
(Weaseltooth is snitching on something he heard at Lionsbeach.)

**Red Dawn** · #**1843** November 18th, 2023, 06:53 PM

Nightspark
RiverClan Head Lionheart
Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)

The massive white spotted black tom had thinked about it those past days... Very carefully, analysing each possibilities... As the Head Lionheart, Nightspark's duty was to protect his leader at all cost. "Larkstar? May I enter please?"

@FrostyGalaxy

**poppy** · #**1844** November 20th, 2023, 04:28 PM

birdsnow
scarred blue mitted ragdoll with blue eyes || riverclan warrior
purrks: the collector, mind reader
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The leader's joke was met with a small smile of agreement, although the smile was far too weary to seem cheerful, she didn't want to be one of those tightasses that couldn't entertain humor. Nodding slightly, the warrior sighed softly. She didn't ever like to hear about borders being closed, because the more cat in RiverClan meant the less cats out in leaf-bare struggling to survive, but the Clan had to come first in these situations. "I know it's not my place, but I would have to agree with you. Leaf-bare is a struggle as it is without having to worry about which of our newest recruits might betray us. Perhaps we'd have better luck with outsiders later on, but it seems like you have enough on your paws as it is." Especially with that damn rogue that Birdsnow herself had fought with on the border not long ago. Times were tough, and some cats seemed to exist solely to cause issues.
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(takes place at a later date)

The ragdoll stood anxiously into the leader's den entrance, the tiny body of Jackdawkit hanging from her jaws, tears pooling in her eyes. Tears that she wouldn't let fall until she had fled from the public eye. "Larkstar? I... I found Jackdawkit in the territory. They... they're dead, I think they ate something poisonous, because there's not outside wounds. I'm sorry I couldn't... I couldn't get to them in time." She had seen a lot of death, but rarely was it just a tiny body that needed to be buried.

She daresay that this would be the smallest grave she had ever dug.

[ @FrostyGalaxy - enter bad bird post 1 and bad bird post 2 ]

**Dust** · #**1845** November 20th, 2023, 07:57 PM

As instructed, Cherryswirl followed Larkstar to her den, giving a quiet sigh of relief that she, indeed, hadn't just imagined the gesture. To be quite honest, her chest had been burning with an almost... pride...(?) the whole way to the den. And suffice to say... The den had looked exactly the same as when she had last been in here - harping on about that stupid fox patrol to Gingerstar. It all seemed... so inconsequential now. Though, Cherry was still partial to giving Sootpelt the occasional side-eye... Regardless...

"I, uhm," She started, for once tripping up on her words, which she quickly dismissed with a soft chuckle of earnest laughter before continuing, "Sorry, what I meant to say was - I would love to try for one of the Lionheart positions you mentioned during the meeting! What do you think, Larkstar?"

[ @FrostyGalaxy - Larkstar ]

***Neptune.*** · #**1846** November 21st, 2023, 09:32 AM

"A kit?" Larkstar asks, inviting the two of them in... Applebees and... she wasn't sure of the kits name (there's a lot of names and faces to keep track of, she's working on it). "What happened, is he ok?"

Larkstar smiled as the small kit rambled. It was nice he felt comfortable enough to do that, sometimes she wondered if maybe the kits would be scared of her because of her title, but this one seemed ok. Or, at the very least, a little clueless. At first, she hadn't the faintest clue who 'big bird' was, but at the mention of smelling like herbs she figured it out - Falconfeather, her older brother and absentee medicine cat. Falconfeather was... a problem she'd get to later. before that, she'd have to find him.

"Yup! Bedding is as easy to change as that, you'll do fine once you're an apprentice and it becomes one of your chores," she told him with a teasing wink. "And, there's only one bed in here because only one cat sleeps in here - the clan leader. That's me right now."

She doesn't know what to do when the warrior breaks down, doesn't know if she should offer comfort or look away... what comfort could she give to him? Any attempt would probably only feel hollow, in one ear out the next, like a deep gash only getting a few licks as treatment. It wouldn't be enough and soon, infection would fester.

"I'm sorry..." is all she says. It would be pointless to try and say anything else, really, so why bother trying. She wanted to get out of here more than anything, the air felt tense and heavy and Lark had never been good at dealing with the sorrow of others (it was one of the reasons she had relied so heavily on humor when she was a little younger). "I'll, um, I'll give you some space..." She half mumbled, starting to make her way around the ginger tom and toward the den's entrance.

"Wingkit, hi!" Larkstar pauses in her grooming as the small kit enters. And then his questions turn to his father... Falconfeather. Honestly, Lark wished she had an answer to that question. She was sure that most everyone in the clan had already noticed the medic's mysterious absence, thankfully, though, so far the only two who really brought it up were Tansypaw and now Wingkit.

"I don't know where Falconfeather is right now, I'm sorry. He's probably out collecting herbs - Starclan knows we're in short supply of them." She started. It wasn't... exactly true, but it was good enough for now. Honestly, maybe all Falcon was doing was gathering herbs and he'd gotten a little lost and distracted. "What does this other kitten look like? The one who you say isn't your brother?"

As Cinnamonswirl entered her den, Lark tried to sit up straighter, tried to look like she wasn't about to take a nap, and tried to be alert for her sibling. Lark didn't think the two of them were the closest in the world... probably had something to do with their age gap - it might not seem like much, but 11 moons really can be quite a large gap.

"I think you could be a good fit," she says with a smile, "I want to talk to Nightspark about potential candidates soon - I'll make sure to mention your name."

"Luckily," Larkstar says, and her voice is tight, like she doesn't really want to be having this conversation but is trying to be polite and allowing it continue, "Spiderleap is dead. So he won't be a problem anymore. Cut of the head and the operation will fall through."

Nightspark... just the cat she wanted to talk to! Honestly, she should've sought him out earlier than now but, well, he's already here now so maybe she can bring up potential candidates to him after he was done with his own business with her.

"Come on in, Nightspark," she grants, sitting eagerly, tail draped over her front paws, its tip twitching up and down in anticipation.

[awful lark posts my brain doesn't want to brain sorry dbfaowebi]

"I'm sure things have always been like this for RiverClan's past leaders, but it's hard to notice until you're the one dealing with it..." she commented, mostly to herself.

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The news of a kit found dead out in the territory, having eaten death berries was not news that Larkwing liked getting, but she had to be informed. And it was Birdsnow who had actually found the little thing, that had to be so much worse..."Thank you for letting me know..." she said gratefully, voice subdued due to the nature of the news.

"I think that's a great idea," Larkstar smiles. Honestly, she couldn't think of someone more qualified for the position than Cherryswirl - she was very dedicated to RiverClan, and quick to jump into the action, as well as fair and levelheaded. Just what a Lionheart should be. "I want to talk with Nightspark about who I have in mind, but I don't think he'd have anything wrong with you joining."

**Goopysharkboi** · #**1847** November 21st, 2023, 10:09 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by FrostyGalaxy

"A kit?" Larkstar asks, inviting the two of them in... Applebees and... she wasn't sure of the kits name (there's a lot of names and faces to keep track of, she's working on it). "What happened, is he ok?"

Larkstar smiled as the small kit rambled. It was nice he felt comfortable enough to do that, sometimes she wondered if maybe the kits would be scared of her because of her title, but this one seemed ok. Or, at the very least, a little clueless. At first, she hadn't the faintest clue who 'big bird' was, but at the mention of smelling like herbs she figured it out - Falconfeather, her older brother and absentee medicine cat. Falconfeather was... a problem she'd get to later. before that, she'd have to find him.

"Yup! Bedding is as easy to change as that, you'll do fine once you're an apprentice and it becomes one of your chores," she told him with a teasing wink. "And, there's only one bed in here because only one cat sleeps in here - the clan leader. That's me right now."

She doesn't know what to do when the warrior breaks down, doesn't know if she should offer comfort or look away... what comfort could she give to him? Any attempt would probably only feel hollow, in one ear out the next, like a deep gash only getting a few licks as treatment. It wouldn't be enough and soon, infection would fester.

"I'm sorry..." is all she says. It would be pointless to try and say anything else, really, so why bother trying. She wanted to get out of here more than anything, the air felt tense and heavy and Lark had never been good at dealing with the sorrow of others (it was one of the reasons she had relied so heavily on humor when she was a little younger). "I'll, um, I'll give you some space..." She half mumbled, starting to make her way around the ginger tom and toward the den's entrance.

"Wingkit, hi!" Larkstar pauses in her grooming as the small kit enters. And then his questions turn to his father... Falconfeather. Honestly, Lark wished she had an answer to that question. She was sure that most everyone in the clan had already noticed the medic's mysterious absence, thankfully, though, so far the only two who really brought it up were Tansypaw and now Wingkit.

"I don't know where Falconfeather is right now, I'm sorry. He's probably out collecting herbs - Starclan knows we're in short supply of them." She started. It wasn't... exactly true, but it was good enough for now. Honestly, maybe all Falcon was doing was gathering herbs and he'd gotten a little lost and distracted. "What does this other kitten look like? The one who you say isn't your brother?"

As Cinnamonswirl entered her den, Lark tried to sit up straighter, tried to look like she wasn't about to take a nap, and tried to be alert for her sibling. Lark didn't think the two of them were the closest in the world... probably had something to do with their age gap - it might not seem like much, but 11 moons really can be quite a large gap.

"I think you could be a good fit," she says with a smile, "I want to talk to Nightspark about potential candidates soon - I'll make sure to mention your name."

"Luckily," Larkstar says, and her voice is tight, like she doesn't really want to be having this conversation but is trying to be polite and allowing it continue, "Spiderleap is dead. So he won't be a problem anymore. Cut of the head and the operation will fall through."

Nightspark... just the cat she wanted to talk to! Honestly, she should've sought him out earlier than now but, well, he's already here now so maybe she can bring up potential candidates to him after he was done with his own business with her.

"Come on in, Nightspark," she grants, sitting eagerly, tail draped over her front paws, its tip twitching up and down in anticipation.

[awful lark posts my brain doesn't want to brain sorry dbfaowebi]

"I'm sure things have always been like this for RiverClan's past leaders, but it's hard to notice until you're the one dealing with it..." she commented, mostly to herself.

__________

The news of a kit found dead out in the territory, having eaten death berries was not news that Larkwing liked getting, but she had to be informed. And it was Birdsnow who had actually found the little thing, that had to be so much worse..."Thank you for letting me know..." she said gratefully, voice subdued due to the nature of the news.

"I think that's a great idea," Larkstar smiles. Honestly, she couldn't think of someone more qualified for the position than Cherryswirl - she was very dedicated to RiverClan, and quick to jump into the action, as well as fair and levelheaded. Just what a Lionheart should be. "I want to talk with Nightspark about who I have in mind, but I don't think he'd have anything wrong with you joining."

"Alright." Weaseltooth gave a soft nod before leaving.

**[StuMacher]** · #**1848** November 21st, 2023, 10:29 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by FrostyGalaxy

"A kit?" Larkstar asks, inviting the two of them in... Applebees and... she wasn't sure of the kits name (there's a lot of names and faces to keep track of, she's working on it). "What happened, is he ok?"

Larkstar smiled as the small kit rambled. It was nice he felt comfortable enough to do that, sometimes she wondered if maybe the kits would be scared of her because of her title, but this one seemed ok. Or, at the very least, a little clueless. At first, she hadn't the faintest clue who 'big bird' was, but at the mention of smelling like herbs she figured it out - Falconfeather, her older brother and absentee medicine cat. Falconfeather was... a problem she'd get to later. before that, she'd have to find him.

"Yup! Bedding is as easy to change as that, you'll do fine once you're an apprentice and it becomes one of your chores," she told him with a teasing wink. "And, there's only one bed in here because only one cat sleeps in here - the clan leader. That's me right now."

She doesn't know what to do when the warrior breaks down, doesn't know if she should offer comfort or look away... what comfort could she give to him? Any attempt would probably only feel hollow, in one ear out the next, like a deep gash only getting a few licks as treatment. It wouldn't be enough and soon, infection would fester.

"I'm sorry..." is all she says. It would be pointless to try and say anything else, really, so why bother trying. She wanted to get out of here more than anything, the air felt tense and heavy and Lark had never been good at dealing with the sorrow of others (it was one of the reasons she had relied so heavily on humor when she was a little younger). "I'll, um, I'll give you some space..." She half mumbled, starting to make her way around the ginger tom and toward the den's entrance.

"Wingkit, hi!" Larkstar pauses in her grooming as the small kit enters. And then his questions turn to his father... Falconfeather. Honestly, Lark wished she had an answer to that question. She was sure that most everyone in the clan had already noticed the medic's mysterious absence, thankfully, though, so far the only two who really brought it up were Tansypaw and now Wingkit.

"I don't know where Falconfeather is right now, I'm sorry. He's probably out collecting herbs - Starclan knows we're in short supply of them." She started. It wasn't... exactly true, but it was good enough for now. Honestly, maybe all Falcon was doing was gathering herbs and he'd gotten a little lost and distracted. "What does this other kitten look like? The one who you say isn't your brother?"

As Cinnamonswirl entered her den, Lark tried to sit up straighter, tried to look like she wasn't about to take a nap, and tried to be alert for her sibling. Lark didn't think the two of them were the closest in the world... probably had something to do with their age gap - it might not seem like much, but 11 moons really can be quite a large gap.

"I think you could be a good fit," she says with a smile, "I want to talk to Nightspark about potential candidates soon - I'll make sure to mention your name."

"Luckily," Larkstar says, and her voice is tight, like she doesn't really want to be having this conversation but is trying to be polite and allowing it continue, "Spiderleap is dead. So he won't be a problem anymore. Cut of the head and the operation will fall through."

Nightspark... just the cat she wanted to talk to! Honestly, she should've sought him out earlier than now but, well, he's already here now so maybe she can bring up potential candidates to him after he was done with his own business with her.

"Come on in, Nightspark," she grants, sitting eagerly, tail draped over her front paws, its tip twitching up and down in anticipation.

[awful lark posts my brain doesn't want to brain sorry dbfaowebi]

"I'm sure things have always been like this for RiverClan's past leaders, but it's hard to notice until you're the one dealing with it..." she commented, mostly to herself.

__________

The news of a kit found dead out in the territory, having eaten death berries was not news that Larkwing liked getting, but she had to be informed. And it was Birdsnow who had actually found the little thing, that had to be so much worse..."Thank you for letting me know..." she said gratefully, voice subdued due to the nature of the news.

"I think that's a great idea," Larkstar smiles. Honestly, she couldn't think of someone more qualified for the position than Cherryswirl - she was very dedicated to RiverClan, and quick to jump into the action, as well as fair and levelheaded. Just what a Lionheart should be. "I want to talk with Nightspark about who I have in mind, but I don't think he'd have anything wrong with you joining."

Bonekit did not recognize this cats sent but it still smelt familiar. looking around the blurs he sees there was one that seemed strange *must be a cat* he thought *maybe that's the sent i didn't recognize* "uhm hi-" he said nervous .
@Leafy

**Beaan** · #**1849** November 21st, 2023, 12:04 PM

- Cliffjumper -
- He/Him - 25 moons -
- Brown tabby tom with deep amber eyes -
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Cliffjumper nodded. "Mock-battle sounds alright for me. Appreciate your time," he nodded before leaving.

[ @FrostyGalaxy ---- So sorry its late!! Realized i never responded ]

**taillow** · #**1850** November 21st, 2023, 12:08 PM

Wingkit
He/him | 4 moons | No purrks

For awhile, Wingkit stared up at Larkstar. Something seemed fishy, and it wasn't just the smell that lingered around camp. He wasn't an apprentice but that didn't mean his nose didn't work. He could barely smell his father anymore in his den, and while the caliby didn't know what that meant he was sure it wasn't anything good. "You better not be lying to me, Aunt Larkstar..." Because if she was... mud was going in her nest next. Forget the warrior's den.

Ears perking up more as Larkstar asked about the strange kit, Wingkit let out a small growl and stood up. "He's got no fur! Well, he does but patches of it are missing! And he called dad 'Big Bird'. His name is not Big Bird, it's Falconfeather! See?? He can't be my brother because I don't remember him and he wasn't there with me and Honeykit. And... And... And he doesn't even seem to care that dad is gone!" He had told him his name, right? What was it again?? "His name is Ha- something. I don't remember the rest, but... he's an imposter!"

By the end Wingkit was gasping for breath from how loud he got, taking a couple wheezes in and out. His fur had fluffed out and he swallowed back the odd taste that had started leaking up his throat. "You gotta tell him, Aunt Larkstar. I can't find dad, so you gotta tell this kit he ain't my brother, okay??"

[ @FrostyGalaxy ]