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Apple looked down to the said kit for a bit, appearance wise the kit was fine perfectly fine surprisingly. She had expected to find some sort of harm done to them from being so far from camp, but they were unharmed. "Physically they seem fine, though I think there is something wrong with their eyes" she answered. The fact the kit could barely recognize their own clanmates was a bit worrying. "I found little Bonekit here out in the middle of our territory, far from camp I'm not sure how no one else noticed a kit sneaking out" she added. The child was very lucky that she had been out taking a casual walk and came upon them.
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Roseheart returns: cont.
The rosy-brown molly padded carefully into the leader's den. Oh stars, she was nervous... okay, deep breaths, Roseheart. You can do this.
"Um...! Excuse me. Is..." She paused for a moment to let her brain catch up. "Larkstar here? Er, Birdsnow sent me. I just wanna talk." For a moment, her tail drooped. This was gonna be quite awkward...
"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.
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"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."
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RiverClan Head Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
As soon as Larkstar allowed him to enter, he entered, it was the first time he actually entered the Leader Den, and quite honnestly, it was kind of intimidating for him... He supressed the feeling almost immediately, now wasn't the time.
The massive white spotted black tom sat on the ground in front of Larkstar, he took a deep breath...
"I have a proposition, Larkstar.", the tone in his voice was showing he was clearly taking his proposition seriously, "As you said yourself, StarClan didn't granted you your lives. That leaves you vulnerable. A target of choice for some outside of the clan. Or even inside, unfortunately. To overcome the problem, I would like you to be escorted and protected by two Lionhearts at all times. One in the light, the other watching in the shadows, ready to intervene in reiforcement. That's the best option to ensure your safety until the stars grant you your nine lives."
That was said. And Nightspark honnestly hoped Larkstar would accept.
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Moving out of the warriors den the molly found the courage to go up to Larkstar. She stopped right outside the den like she had always done to get permission to come inside. "Larkstar you have a moment?", she asked. Marigoldleap hated being in the nursery, but she needed to keep her unborn kits safe.
Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
Soulkit, smolderkit and Snowflakekit quietly pushed the shells they had asked frostpaw and charredpaw to collect for them towards the leader's den.
"Miss Larkstar? Mr Frostpaw and Mr Charredpaw got us these shells from Lionsbeach- with the help of miss sootpelt and Mr weaseltooth- to give to you as a gift for being such an amazing leader!" Soulkit mewed while holding his shell up using his head.
Snowflakekit quietly sat with a patient smile as she waited for a response.
Smolderkit just looked excited.
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||I had Frostpaw, Charredpaw, Weaseltooth and Sootpelt go down to Lionsbeach to collect shells for these three beans to give Larkstar as a way of showing their respect to her. In all honesty, they're aspiring to be just like her when they grow up.||
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'this isn't about you. it's about the clan.'
rushwater was on a strict agenda today. there was a lot that needed done. he was freshly back from his herb patrol- which, to his annoyance, became a solo one when his patrol mates just. . . disappeared. his luck, he supposed. the taste of burdock was fresh in his mouth when he b-lined for the leader's den, tail swaying as it often did.
there was that irk in the back of his mind that started up every time he was set to speak to falconfeather or larkwing, a subtle irritation that he had the wits to ignore. resentment was an easy emotion to have. it was strong, fiery, and consistent. he had nothing against either of them, really, but the thought of them always circled back to their shared link- their mother.
it's never about me, is it? he thought, a sour taste in his mouth.
"larkstar?" rushwater called, raising his tone so the leader could hear if she was inside her den. "i've somethings i'd like to discuss, if you're free."
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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 .
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Applebees
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Apple looked down to the said kit for a bit, appearance wise the kit was fine perfectly fine surprisingly. She had expected to find some sort of harm done to them from being so far from camp, but they were unharmed. "Physically they seem fine, though I think there is something wrong with their eyes" she answered. The fact the kit could barely recognize their own clanmates was a bit worrying. "I found little Bonekit here out in the middle of our territory, far from camp I'm not sure how no one else noticed a kit sneaking out" she added. The child was very lucky that she had been out taking a casual walk and came upon them.
Wandering the territory? Alone? Larkstar frowns at that. Are the warriors and queens so negligent that they don't notice a kit who strayed from camp and their care? And there's something wrong with his eyes too. Crouching down to eye level with the young thing, she notices his eyes definitely seem unfocused.
"Well," she starts gently, "there's nothing physically wrong, you just got a little lost, didn't you? Have you always had trouble seeing, or is this a new thing?" She asks, wondering if maybe they needed to visit Tansypaw.
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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??"
"I hope it's not a lie..." the leader says under her breath at first. She doesn't wish to deceive her nephew, but, truthfully, she just wanted to remain hopeful that Falconfeather wouldn't up and disappear. He has a responsibility to RiverClan - greater than any warrior, greater even than her own responsibility - and he has kin that remains and will miss him and worry about him and be angry at him if he turns up again. But Wingkit continues so she turns her attention to what he's saying now. Scraps of fur... calls Falcon 'big bird'? Oh- that would be Shrikekit, right? Falcon had mentioned something about that. 'Another kid?' Lark thinks to herself, 'jeez, just how many nieces and nephews do I have?'
"Well... siblings don't have to be from the same litter," Larkstar point out, "they don't have to be blood related either - and if you don't want to, you don't have to think of him as your brother either?"
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The rosy-brown molly padded carefully into the leader's den. Oh stars, she was nervous... okay, deep breaths, Roseheart. You can do this.
"Um...! Excuse me. Is..." She paused for a moment to let her brain catch up. "Larkstar here? Er, Birdsnow sent me. I just wanna talk." For a moment, her tail drooped. This was gonna be quite awkward...
"Come on in," Larkstar says, wondering why Birdsnow would've scent the warrior to see her.
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Nightspark
RiverClan Head Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
As soon as Larkstar allowed him to enter, he entered, it was the first time he actually entered the Leader Den, and quite honnestly, it was kind of intimidating for him... He supressed the feeling almost immediately, now wasn't the time.
The massive white spotted black tom sat on the ground in front of Larkstar, he took a deep breath...
"I have a proposition, Larkstar.", the tone in his voice was showing he was clearly taking his proposition seriously, "As you said yourself, StarClan didn't granted you your lives. That leaves you vulnerable. A target of choice for some outside of the clan. Or even inside, unfortunately. To overcome the problem, I would like you to be escorted and protected by two Lionhearts at all times. One in the light, the other watching in the shadows, ready to intervene in reiforcement. That's the best option to ensure your safety until the stars grant you your nine lives."
That was said. And Nightspark honnestly hoped Larkstar would accept.
The proposition felt... a bit much. On the one paw, Lark understood Nightsparks protectiveness over her and the apparent unwillingness to lose another leader so soon. Again. But, on the other paw, was her safety really so important? Is the life of one more important than the rest of the lives in the clan? But... ok, maybe if it would put everyone at ease it would be fine?
"Ok..." she says tentatively, "if that'll put you more at ease then I'll allow it. And, speaking of Lionhearts, I've got a few candidates I'd like to run by you."
Moving out of the warriors den the molly found the courage to go up to Larkstar. She stopped right outside the den like she had always done to get permission to come inside. "Larkstar you have a moment?", she asked. Marigoldleap hated being in the nursery, but she needed to keep her unborn kits safe.
"Marigoldleap?" Larkstar says as the molly requests entrance, "Come on in, what can I do for you?"
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Soulkit, smolderkit and Snowflakekit quietly pushed the shells they had asked frostpaw and charredpaw to collect for them towards the leader's den.
"Miss Larkstar? Mr Frostpaw and Mr Charredpaw got us these shells from Lionsbeach- with the help of miss sootpelt and Mr weaseltooth- to give to you as a gift for being such an amazing leader!" Soulkit mewed while holding his shell up using his head.
Snowflakekit quietly sat with a patient smile as she waited for a response.
Smolderkit just looked excited.
@FrostyGalaxy
||I had Frostpaw, Charredpaw, Weaseltooth and Sootpelt go down to Lionsbeach to collect shells for these three beans to give Larkstar as a way of showing their respect to her. In all honesty, they're aspiring to be just like her when they grow up.||
"Oh," Larkstar says, "that's very sweet of you, thank you." She was glad the youngest generation seemed to admire her, because she really didn't feel like she was doing the best job at leading the clan - she had no clue what she was doing, she was basically just floundering around like a fish with her head bit off.
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you can break a shovel when you break new ground.
purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader, go with the flow
'this isn't about you. it's about the clan.'
rushwater was on a strict agenda today. there was a lot that needed done. he was freshly back from his herb patrol- which, to his annoyance, became a solo one when his patrol mates just. . . disappeared. his luck, he supposed. the taste of burdock was fresh in his mouth when he b-lined for the leader's den, tail swaying as it often did.
there was that irk in the back of his mind that started up every time he was set to speak to falconfeather or larkwing, a subtle irritation that he had the wits to ignore. resentment was an easy emotion to have. it was strong, fiery, and consistent. he had nothing against either of them, really, but the thought of them always circled back to their shared link- their mother.
it's never about me, is it? he thought, a sour taste in his mouth.
"larkstar?" rushwater called, raising his tone so the leader could hear if she was inside her den. "i've somethings i'd like to discuss, if you're free."
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A new voice calls to her, this one she doesn't think she's ever really spoken to. But she knows the voice... Rushwater. Her impression of Rush is that he's calm and collected, a sort of stoic type. "Come on in," she invites, both a little curious and a little wary at what he may have to discuss.
larkstar invited rushwater in, and the blue-grey tabby wasted no time dipping his head (being tall wasn't all that great, honestly, it meant he nearly knocked his head on just about everything.) and slipping into the den with an efficient sort of grace befitting of one as calm as he.
"there's two main things that brought me here today," he began, sitting arrect just inside the entrance. he felt wholly awkward just being here, but he didn't betray himself by letting it show. he was reserved and collected- just as he had to be.
first was the thing eating at him. a mystery unsolved, clawing its way through his mind. "if you recall, i found minkpaw drowned at haven springs a few evenings ago." the memory was fresh. the taste of her wet fur lingered at the back of his throat, taunting him. "i'm certain it was murder. a skilled one at that, because they escaped the scene without leaving so much as a scent or a tuft of fur."
he paused, savoring his words as he picked them carefully, "i've been doing a bit of digging- investigating, if you will. i wanted to gather as much information as i could before presenting this to you. i'm. . . there wasn't a lot of evidence left at the scene, but from what i can gather, i don't think it was personal nor was it a kill of rage or fury or- you get my point."
"it was a kill for the sake of killing. i'm afraid we might soon have a repeating killer on our paws. i hope i'm wrong, but i doubt it."
rushwater let larkstar take in all of the information, watching her expectantly. after several heartbeats of silence, he concludes:
"i'd like to continue investigating this." he said, simply, "i feel as though it is my duty to riverclan to unveil this crime and prevent further needless death. this isn't something we can brute force, it must be careful observation and tact. it must be subtle. for this reason, i've neglected telling anyone but you, tansypaw and cherryswirl of the true nature of minkpaw's death. if theres too much of a stir, the killer will get antsy and more careful. we need every mistake we can get them to make if we're going to find them."
"with that being said, i felt that it was your right as leader to make the decision as to if this deserves further investigation or not."
so that does it, then? rushwater's shoulders relaxed a smidge once the whole spiel was over. it was a lot, he knew, but an apprentice was dead and by starclan he was not going to sit idly by when another might very well be next. the real question was if he'd honor an order to leave it be- to do exactly that. sit and watch. as much as he preferred to remain entirely within the rules, if he felt that such an order endangered riverclan-
no need to hypothesize when he'd be getting the answer in the next breath. rushwater's indigo blue eyes skimmed the floor idly, observing every little detail. his second topic of talk was much grander.
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Head tilting to the side as his aunt explained about siblings and how they worked, Wingkit blinked at her. It was a relief to know that he didn't need to count this odd kit as his brother, because he certainly was not going to! He had one brother, and that was Honeykit, and that was that. "Well... okay. Then yeah, I'm nots gonna call him my brother then." He didn't know he had the power to do that, and it felt nice to be in control.
That was really the main issue that he'd come in for - that and his father's lack of sighting in camp. Wingkit heaved a sigh and shook his head. "I hope dad comes back from herb collecting soon. I gots a lot I wanna tell him." He hadn't really seen or spoken to his dad in some time - almost a moon? It felt... odd. Looking back up at his aunt, a mischievous smile spread across his face. "Then again..." he purred to himself in thought before remembering where he was. Blinking and looking back up at Larkstar, he donned his biggest, most innocent grin. "Uh, that was alls I needed. Thanks Aunt Larkstar!" And with that the caliby turned tail and bolted from the leader's den, chuckling to himself as soon as he got back into the camp clearing.
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Re: RiverClan Leader's Den
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Wandering the territory? Alone? Larkstar frowns at that. Are the warriors and queens so negligent that they don't notice a kit who strayed from camp and their care? And there's something wrong with his eyes too. Crouching down to eye level with the young thing, she notices his eyes definitely seem unfocused.
"Well," she starts gently, "there's nothing physically wrong, you just got a little lost, didn't you? Have you always had trouble seeing, or is this a new thing?" She asks, wondering if maybe they needed to visit Tansypaw.
"I hope it's not a lie..." the leader says under her breath at first. She doesn't wish to deceive her nephew, but, truthfully, she just wanted to remain hopeful that Falconfeather wouldn't up and disappear. He has a responsibility to RiverClan - greater than any warrior, greater even than her own responsibility - and he has kin that remains and will miss him and worry about him and be angry at him if he turns up again. But Wingkit continues so she turns her attention to what he's saying now. Scraps of fur... calls Falcon 'big bird'? Oh- that would be Shrikekit, right? Falcon had mentioned something about that. 'Another kid?' Lark thinks to herself, 'jeez, just how many nieces and nephews do I have?'
"Well... siblings don't have to be from the same litter," Larkstar point out, "they don't have to be blood related either - and if you don't want to, you don't have to think of him as your brother either?"
"Come on in," Larkstar says, wondering why Birdsnow would've scent the warrior to see her.
The proposition felt... a bit much. On the one paw, Lark understood Nightsparks protectiveness over her and the apparent unwillingness to lose another leader so soon. Again. But, on the other paw, was her safety really so important? Is the life of one more important than the rest of the lives in the clan? But... ok, maybe if it would put everyone at ease it would be fine?
"Ok..." she says tentatively, "if that'll put you more at ease then I'll allow it. And, speaking of Lionhearts, I've got a few candidates I'd like to run by you."
"Marigoldleap?" Larkstar says as the molly requests entrance, "Come on in, what can I do for you?"
"Oh," Larkstar says, "that's very sweet of you, thank you." She was glad the youngest generation seemed to admire her, because she really didn't feel like she was doing the best job at leading the clan - she had no clue what she was doing, she was basically just floundering around like a fish with her head bit off.
A new voice calls to her, this one she doesn't think she's ever really spoken to. But she knows the voice... Rushwater. Her impression of Rush is that he's calm and collected, a sort of stoic type. "Come on in," she invites, both a little curious and a little wary at what he may have to discuss.
"Um... Hi! I don't know if you remember me... But I'm Roseheart, and I was a RiverClan warrior when Sootstar was leader." Roseheart was trying (and failing miserably) to not let her anxiety show. "I got lost on patrol, and a lot happened, and I was gone for, uhh..." She took a sharp breath in. "...quite some time, evidently." She forced a laugh, then licked the fur on her chest. After a while, she walked up close to Larkstar.
Re: RiverClan Leader's Den
Roseheart returns: cont.
