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RC Warrior. They/Them. 18 Moons
Mind Reader | Herbal Knowledge T2 | Rapid Recovery | Bewitched [always active]
"I'll search in these shadows, as it's eyes pierce through my skin"
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Sunsetgleam had been awaken from Primroseadder's loud call for the other highranks. Stormstar...Stormstar...she's dead!? She had been doing so well and then just-...dies..? She couldn't have died already, could she? She was becoming the leader Riverclan needed and now...dead. By a coyote, even. A coyote that was most likely looking out for food. Both of them..dead. Nobody won. Both of them lost. "..Seabreeze..." they murmured. No, it wasn't his fault. It..it wasn't anyone's fault, for that matter. Unless someone specifically led the coyote there..no one could've predicted this happen. It wasn't even the coyote's fault when it was obviously looking for food so it won't starve to death...
Didn't Stormstar have another life?? Where did it go, had starclan simply revoked it without telling anyone? They surely weren't allowed to do that! And they had no reason to do that; Stormstar had so much promise in her. To see it all ripped away like this...Riverclan just couldn't have any peace. Even when they thought everything was going well and the clan would begin to rise again...all that for nothing. When would the clan get to rest.. "Stormstar...we'll all miss you" and then the scream that Adderstrike let out...it certainly took them by surprise. But they..they just can't blame her. It was true, wasn't it? Starclan is...cruel, to say. They're constantly playing tricks on the living.
They could feel it..the whispers or mockery in their head. That thing that haunts them. They weren't sure if it came from starclan or the darkforest. But it..it scares them. The sides of their vision have always been dark and blurry, ever since this damned mockery of their brother came to haunt them. They had no problem in suffering alone. But even they have a limit. They...they were supposed to be a gleam of this clan, but it really looked like they were falling further instead
A shocked blink flashed across Brokenstream’s face as Berryshine yelled at everyone to move. She yelled. He didn’t know the timid she-cat was capable of such a thing. Though, he supposed, that made her an even better medicine cat than he believed she already was. The importance of getting to a patient…her clanmate…her…friend. Gods, this was awful…
Another wailing pierced the air. The Lionheart froze as Cobwebfern approached. No, no, no, no. She can’t panic. If everyone had panics, he’ll- no, he can’t think like that. He needs to be strong.
Owltalon arrives. She snaps at an apprentice that clearly lacks the ability to understand “time and place”. Which apprentice was it? Brokenstream doesn’t even know. Everything feels like a blur. Two leaders- gone too soon. What cruel fated plan did StarClan have in mind for RiverClan? Was losing Fadingstar? Their own territory? Not enough? He swallows, but his throat feels dry. Why? Why? Why? Why?
No, hold it together, Brokenstream. You need to hold it together. His stomach churned. He felt sick. This wasn’t right. This shouldn’t have happened. But he forced his fur flat and did his best to keep a calm, collected expression. He forcefully tore his gaze away from Stormstar’s limp body, eyes sweeping around the clearing. He spotted his apprentice, Soaringpaw. Her expression was…unreadable to him. He spotted countless other clan mates weeping. Some apprentices gossiping. Stars…
He slowly turned back to Owltalon, expression filled with grief despite all his doing to try and hide it. ”Owltalon…” He croaked, but he struggled to get the words out. For a moment, he gently rested his tail on the she-cat’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her…or was it to be comforted? He wasn’t really sure right now. ”I’m sorry.” He managed to choke out, glancing over at Berryshine as well. ”RiverClan is stronger from what foundation Stormstar has built for us.” ‘Had built for us.’ He wouldn’t dare say that out loud. He couldn’t. It would mean…this was real. Really real. Was RiverClan really prepared for so much change in such a short amount of time? They had to be. ”She is watching us from StarClan now…she’ll still guide us from there, I’m sure.” The words were meant to be comforting, but it didn’t dull the grief in his tone.
( @Marigoldwhisper | @squidz - last part was directed at berries too whoops wasn’t clear | @Minku - for soaring mention )
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『 Nightweb 』
⚝ RC Warrior ⚝ Tom ⚝ 25 Moons Old
Long black fur with deep amber eyes
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Nightweb felt his heart drop as he hears the news..Stormstar, dead?! The young warrior looked over at Patchkit, who was standing not that far away. He hurriedly rushed over, and pushed the young kit into the nursery, before running over to meet the other warriors.
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『 Patchkit 』
⚝ RC Kit ⚝ Pangender ⚝ 3 Moons Old
Long calico fur with striking green eyes
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Patchkit was..not confused, seeing the grief on almost everyone's face, said it all. Someone had died..and did someone mention Stormstar. The leader of the clan? The kit, was sitting near the entrance of the nursery when Nightweb, a warrior, padded over and took him back into the nursery.
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Willowtail raced forward with a choked sob. Looking frantically for Stagheart. "STAG!!" the warrior wailed. "Stormy no. Come on Storm you can't be gone please Storm please....come on....you said you'd always be there for me.....you helped me when my mother passed please don't leave me now!!" She wailed
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Primroseadder RiverClan Warrior
Ultimate Predator
Go with the Flow Shadow Fiend
She / Her ; 15 Moons
Primroseadder spotted Adderstrike race into the clearing from where she lay among the shadows, and she slowly got to her paws. The warrior slipped through the shadows until she finally emerged at the side of her former mentor, pressing up against her.
She couldn't move. That was the first, distant realization that filtered into her blank brain.
She.
could.
not.
move.
Stormstar. Dusklion. Her best friend. The cat who'd loved her. The cat she'd loved. Couldn't... no. She couldn't be gone. Stuck beside the entrance to RiverClan's camp, Wisteriawren closes her eyes against the horror unfolding in front of her. Her heart beat at an erratic, uneven beat, desperate for it not to be true. But it was, because she had seen her best friend's body laying limp in the midst of all this chaos when there'd been a brief gap long enough for her to see.
It'd closed again moments later, but that sight would never leave Wisteriawren. No, it would stay with her forever. She found, oddly enough, that this hurt more than anything else in the moons since she'd joined RiverClan. To see the cat who had welcomed her to RiverClan, gone forever, not drawing breath... another part of her heart withered and died. Swallowing down the keening wail that pushed to escape, Wisteriawren reminded herself that she could cry later, when cats didn't need her.
Her paws are heavy as she inches her way through the crowd, a quiet tear escaping to roll down her cheek. Silently, the former kittypet settles beside her leader's sister, attempting to twine her tail with the Medicine Cat Apprentice's in non-verbal support.
Berryshine was practically in a daze. Denial, for some reason, had already been skipped over in her mind by now. Why? She didn't know. Perhaps the medicine cat had been so used to RiverClan's misfortune that, at the back of her mind, she'd always known there'd come a tragic fall from the restored grace they'd built up to. Like the stressed and lone medicine cat apprentice she'd been over the past greenleaf during exile never left her, the anxious voice whispering in the back of her mind.
And even when she'd received her name from Fawnlight at the Starcave that day, with Stormstar—Dusklion, then—beside her, maybe she'd always seen through that burst of hope and happiness she'd felt that day. RiverClan's restoration had lasted for awhile, but now...
No. She couldn't let herself fall that far. Into hopelessness... she'd been there before, and it wasn't pretty. But everything felt so raw and painful right now that it threatened to swallow her up, staring almost blankly at Stormstar's body by her paws. No, no no—
Even as Berryshine did her best to hold herself together, she'd begun to tremble again, tears involuntarily leaking from her eyes. She wasn't broken out of her daze until she'd heard the yowl of her name from her best friend and apprentice, Cobwebfern—the cries, the wails, the screams of grief and denial—and her heart shattered all over again, seeing the raw anguish on Cob's face.
"C-Cob..." Berry tried to croak out, broken from her haze by the sound of her name. "I-I'm here... I'm here—" She whispered thickly, voice cracking, trying to reach for her friend with trembling paws, unable to yet move from Stormstar's side... but Cobwebfern had already dashed off to the medicine den. Her limbs felt as heavy as stones, unable to run after her, as much as she wanted to. Berryshine sank back down to the grass, and as she did, found a vaguely familiar face beside her, also sitting quietly. Eaglepaw, was it...? Yes, Berry could faintly remember the 'paw. When they'd first been exiled from their territory... but it was a passing thought in the haze of her brain, and she could only spare a saddened glance at the other cat before her head hung low again over her leader.
Owltalon had approached next, demanding Seabreeze for the answers that Berry had been unable to. She listened in silence, her shoulders hunched and her ears flattened in despair. A coyote...? That explained the unfamiliar scent; she'd never actually encountered one of those. The herbalist hadn't even registered the predator's odor in her nose as she'd hurriedly examined Stormstar's corpse. But now, she could taste that dog-like tang on her tongue, and knew she'd never forget it. Never would she forget the smell of the wretched creature mixing in with the scent of death and blood, of her lifeless leader losing warmth before her very eyes.
Brokenstream had spoken to her, and his words managed to break through some of the fog as she weakly lifted her head. The leafy-green eyes, usually tinged with the brightness of life and cautious hope, were dulled with grief as she met his. But there were truth in his words that even her irrational mind could hold onto; Stormstar had done so much... and she'd be watching them from StarClan, no doubt. Stars... that ached her even more. To think that she would only ever hear Storm's voice in her memories or in dreams, to never have her affectionately nudge her and call her 'Berries' again—
Berryshine's throat closed and she could only nod numbly to Brokenstream, head hanging down. She was grateful for his support, his stability when it felt like the world was shattering outside right now. Stormstar had always been another figure like this for her, a beacon of strength and confidence when she felt like she had none to spare. And now... one of those fires that burned so brightly had been snuffed out prematurely.
Time seemed to pass impossibly slowly, the Clan seeming to come to terms with this cruel reality and saying their goodbyes, until Cobwebfern returned. Berry rose to her paws stiffly, going to speak with her, but saw Eaglepaw and Wisteriawren already at her side. Eaglepaw looked solemn, and Wisteriawren looked... broken. Seeing the distraught expression on the sweet she-cat's face ached Berryshine's heart further. Not wanting to overcrowd at the moment, the medicine cat finally found the ability to move numbly padded off to the den, returning a moment later with a pungent herb that could only be associated with one major thing for the disturbed RiverClan -- death.
Lavender. Dried and crackly due to leaf-bare's debilitating frosts. Berryshine set it down beside Stormstar's limp body, her hollow eyes turning to Cob. She padded over, gently touching noses with her apprentice, a silent gesture of comfort and empathy that spoke volumes for the words she couldn't say. She was here... and she'd make her presence and support known. As much as Berry herself was hurting, she knew Cob's grief was even deeper, so much more raw... Stormstar had been her sister, her last remaining family. And she'd already been through so much...
"I-If... i-if you want to do this, Cob...w-whenever you're ready." she whispered as she nudged the lavender bundle, not wanting to rush her best friend, knowing that Cobwebfern didn't want anyone else to touch the leader. But the scent of death was already clinging to Stormstar's gray fur, an awful scent that had become all-too-familiar, and it made Berry's throat close. "If not, I... I-I can do it for you..." she added quietly, doing her best to not show the total despair in her darkened eyes, the tear tracks down her cheeks.
[ @finley , @Rose , @Mica - for small interactions / next to cob ; @korok - brokenstream ]
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art by c1nder Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat!
she has a semi-closed den policy.
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 55 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Willowtail raced forward with a choked sob. Looking frantically for Stagheart. "STAG!!" the warrior wailed. "Stormy no. Come on Storm you can't be gone please Storm please....come on....you said you'd always be there for me.....you helped me when my mother passed please don't leave me now!!" She wailed
Stagheart had come into camp later, a scrawny vole hanging from his jaws from a solo hunt. The tom had had a lot on his mind, and he'd been needed some time to himself. The early leaf-bare chill managed to wake him up a bit, to break through some of the thoughts he shared to no one but himself.
But he was hit with the overwhelming stench of blood and fear, making his fur stand on end before he'd even approached the camp entrance. His vole dropped from his jaws without him even realizing, racing full-pelt and bursting through, his claws instinctively unsheathing. Blood, fear, wails ringing in his ears... oh, stars, what was happening, were they being attacked the one time he'd decided to step out—?
Stagheart skidded to a halt once he saw the assembly of cats, all crowded around a lump of fur he couldn't quite make out. His fur flattened somewhat, at least grateful to see that RiverClan wasn't being invaded; it would just be another thing to add to their growing list of recent tragedies. But his relief didn't last long as he realized that the wails were not just of fear and disbelief, but... of grief. And his stomach sank with a cold realization.
Whichever cat that was in the clearing... was dead.
Using his larger stature to his advantage, Stagheart managed to shoulder his way through the throng, muttering an 'scuse me here or there. And when he finally broke through, his eyes were first drawn to the medicine cats hunched over, distraught, staring blankly down... then his blue eyes fell to the actual subject of suffering. And his breath hitched in his throat.
No...
Stormstar.
The battle-scarred tom froze and, in a rare moment for the stoic warrior, found himself unable to move. It was similar to when he'd seen Weepingpaw, a tall young tom who'd become an adopted son to him. But this death tacked on the additional cold trickle of despair as he realized that his beloved leader, the one responsible for restoring RiverClan's stability and strength, who'd reignited his full faith in his Clan... now lay, cold and dead. Almost in disbelief at first, his incredulous gaze flicked to Berryshine, but... he saw the resigned, distant grief in her eyes, and he knew. He knew that the healer had already done her inspection and found out the worst.
Numbly, Stagheart padded forward, stopping a respectable distance away from Stormstar's body to pay his respects as if he were on autopilot. He guessed by the space around her that someone had asked everyone to stay back. He couldn't take his eyes off the motionless gray fur, stomach churning as if he were sick. This looked... wrong. Stormstar had been so full of life and fire, a force to be reckoned with, one that could even intimidate him if he were honest; if there were more like her, especially with the tenacity she'd had as a warrior and deputy, the forest would either be bursting with life and chaos or on fire. Her passion and loyalty had been infectious, helping further inspire his own.
And now... those blue eyes that had looked at him with an affectionate sort of respect, that voice he remembered telling him that he was a good warrior that she trusted, that she truly appreciated, were forever quieted and dulled.
"By the stars..." he whispered, shaking his head as if unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Claws curled into the grass in frustration and grief. What could've done this? All he could smell was blood and... what was that scent... coyote? That was unusual. And it was still daytime. He spied Owltalon interrogating Seabreeze and briefly put together that the ex-Lionheart must've been there, especially for the haunted look in his gaze. Could they ever get a break for more than a few moons?
Before he could properly even begin to process the shocking fact that Stormstar was gone, before the denial could properly give way to pure anger, he heard a familiar wail. Turning, Stag's eyes softened as Willowtail raced towards him, sounding desperately panicked as she tried to register the corpse before her. It was eerily similar to the look of despair that he'd seen in her with Weepingpaw. Immediately swallowing down the groan of grief he'd wanted to utter, the tom rose to his paws, meeting Willowtail without hesitation and pressing his flank against hers to keep her steady. Perhaps she could barely feel the faint tremble of his own paws, though it was subtle as he held himself together as well as he always did.
"She... she's gone, kid. I'm sorry," Stagheart whispered thickly, trying to ease Willowtail down to sit, speaking through a tightened throat. He had to be the rock once more, and he could do it. He glanced around for Daisypaw, wondering how Willow's sister was faring with this as well. "Stars, this is..." he started to mumble something like 'unbelievable', 'horrible', whatever... but no proper worse fell from his maw. He could only shake his head in grief and reluctant belief, his heart slowly coming to terms with the awful truth before him, before hanging his head low.
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art by c1nder Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat!
she has a semi-closed den policy.
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❧ Riverclan Warrior I'm the venom in your veins
I'm the poison and the pain
There's no cure for the weak
the second moon weaved their way through the crowd. oh. oh what the hell. amberdusk wasnt close with stormstar, but the leader had trusted bug enough to make him her head lionheart. the watcher moved closer "bug... i- i don' know what to say." they pressed their nose to brokenstream, their brother.
why were there so many cats wailing. cobwebfern was breaking down, and everyone was chaotic.
"ALRIGHT. everyone BACK OFF, 'n let stormstars' family 'n close friends say goodbye first."
would bug let them do this? hopefully. the clearing was chaos, there was little to no order. "seabreeze. if you keep thinkin' like that you'll find yourself makin' way more mistakes in the future."
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Redsurge RiverClan Warrior
Killer Aptitude Tier 1
Flock Together Tier 1 Well Insulated
She / Her ; 23 Moons
Redsurge emerged from the warriors' den, blue-and-yellow eyes finding the matted gray fur of the RiverClan Leader in the center of the clearing. Dead.
More death? Seriously? And it had been another leader of the Clan, of course. Redsurge let her gaze scan the clearing after Berryshine announced that Stormstar was gone. Cobwebfern came out of the medicine den in a total meltdown. Owltalon was demanding answers from Seabreeze. Amberdusk was issuing orders.
´´Amberdusk, it is not your place to be issuing commands. Leave that to Owltalon, Brokenstream, and our medicine cats,´´ The braided tabby meowed, her voice stern yet quiet. Not about to argue with the warrior, Redsurge turned away from Amberdusk and placed her attention on Owltalon. ´´Please, tell the Clan what to do, Owltalon. We need orders; We need stability. Right now, you are the only cat that can give us what we need.´´
[ @Marigoldwhisper // @c1nder // @/others - redsurge's feelings are not my own! (also, do not take it as she is ordering owltalon around. she isn't. she is trying to help.) ]
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
