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Songwave padded behind Sunheart until they reached the entrance of the den, where he slipped under the lichen and moved to his side, waiting quietly. The tom started his reentry to Riverclan with confidence, through determination for his mate and kits, but his head lowered slightly as he gazed around the rocky den, letting the heft of the situation set in.
He had never been near the leader's den, let alone in it. He always tried his best to just do his duties and get by without notice, but getting captured by those twolegs had finally brought attention to himself in the loudest way possible. He had been brought back into camp after countless sunrises with a ghastly thin frame and unkempt fur for all the clan to see, as well as carrying that wretched twoleg smell on his grey, unkempt pelt. The rest of the clan probably assumed what Sunheart did as well, and he couldn't blame them for that.
The tom's eyes fixed on the claw marks stretching across the wall and let out a small sigh of dread. He wondered if he could even call himself a warrior anymore, if he would even be a warrior anymore. He closed his eyes, but didn't try to force the worries out of his mind. Instead he let them flow freely, tracing them back to their source. 'Almondchatter and our kits will be okay. Riverclan will keep them safe,' he assured, opening his eyes again. Even he wasn't going to be welcomed back, he knew what mattered most.
Seabreeze + Rosemarypaw
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|| Decided to do this in character because I wasn't sure if Seab has two or one apprentices already. I know he has Hookpaw, but I think Dragon was asking if Seab could mentor Winterpaw as well and I haven't gotten a response back for that yet. ||
Seabreeze, after having a very almost entirely one-sided check in with Rosemarypaw, decided to nudge the two of them into the leader's den. The apprentice seemed terrified out of his mind, as though Owlstar was a creature of the night rather than his own leader and it made the former lionheart a little concerned about the apprentice's very clear anxiety. Perhaps this conversation would help ease the younger cat's mind about things. Regardless, even though Rosemarypaw was shy around Seabreeze, he wasn't right terrified and seemed to agree to letting Seabreeze take over his training for now.
After not seeing the little guy head out for quite some time and rather was almost always hiding away in some corner of the clearing, the warriors grew concerned enough to ask and learned that Rosemarypaw despite being named a couple moons ago has never actually gotten training of any kind besides kit lessons. Which at least wasn't nothing but after also learning that he's had.... multiple failure mentors, Seabreeze decided he may as well request to take the kid on himself, to make sure the job gets done.
"Owlstar, me and Rosemarypaw are here, wanted to ask you something." After letting the leader know who and the general why, Seabreeze waited for the alright to come in and started to enter the den. Only to look over his shoulder and see that Rosemarypaw seemed frozen right outside rather than following the older tom. Seabreeze gave a sigh and gently moved to nudge the apprentice into the den where the little thing moreso huddled behind the former lionheart rather than readied for a conversation.
"Well uhh, Rosemarypaw was telling me about his lack of training and I learned that his past couple mentors have disappeared on him. I was wondering if I could take him on as my apprentice to finish up his training." Rosemarypaw, without moving from his half buried into Seabreeze's fur position, spoke up just barely over the ambient sound of the clan going about right outside of the leader's den. "I'm sorry.. I uhm.. I would like this, please... sorry.."
Seabreeze frowned, but made sure his face was pointing at the leader and not at the apprentice, he didn't want to cause the white-red feline anymore worry. Though the whole being scared of Owlstar thing was something that would be better to be addressed sooner rather than later. Seabreeze would bring it up while on a territory tour with Rosemarypaw.
Primroseadder had moved with the shadows to get back to camp, her emerald eyes narrowed down to slits. Rogues and loners were getting more confident, she guessed, if they were lurking around Clan boundaries. The boundary between RiverClan and ShadowClan, at that. They didn't need anymore problems, and Primroseadder knew that if she hadn't drove off those rogues, Dawnstar would have likely used it as an excuse to attack or put the blame on RiverClan for something unknown to them.
Primroseadder emerged from the shadows to stand in front of the entrance to Owlstar's den, calling into the gap. ''Owlstar? 've got a report on two rogues lurkin' at Saltmeadow Marsh. May I come in 'n tell ya?''
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Padding up to the leader's den, Sunheart fluffed out his pelt from the cold. "Owlstar," he called into the den. "Do you have a moment? I was hoping to speak to you about some of these mentors. Primroseadder brought some things to my attention."
r o w a n m a n e • he/him • 45 moons • riverclan/lionheart •
killer aptitude t2 ❝ i never thought I’d get here. but now that I am, I’m not letting go. ❞
The Lionheart carefully padded up to the leaders den, taking a deep breath before speaking. “OwlStar—i’s RowanMane, may I enter? Nuthin’ bad, I jus’ gotta question for ya.” RowanMane huffed in question.
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''Owlstar?'' Mountainspring called into the den just a few moments after the Clan Leader had carried Pigeonkit in. ''If it's not a problem with you, I would like to ask a few questions regarding Pigeonkit's...disrespect and disobedience, and...discuss them.''
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Anger was evident in the tom as he padded up to the leaders den. “OwlStar, may I enter? I’ve go’ a troublemaker.” he huffed, waiting for her to reply before stepping in and flicking his tail for the apprentice to follow. “Got another ca’ yellin’ at a ki’ for not reason. GoosePaw ‘ere described the kit as a ‘puny little ki’ and said she’d just ge’ in the way when she’d shown interest in watchin’ em n’ another apprentice practice or whatnot.” clearly, by the Lionhearts anger, it was clear the apprentice didn’t say it in a kind way either. RowanMane was done, sick of the bad Kit treatment. He had three sons now that he had to protect.
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Goosepaw
He/him
6 moons
9/100
Tags~ @Rowan @Marigoldwhisper
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Goosepaw lifted his head and looked at the Lionheart "But you can ask Speckledpaw, it was just a joke!"
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After cleaning up from healing Tigerfire, Berryshine made her way across the chilly camp and paused at the entrance to the leader's den. Shaking out some of her nerves from the chilling description of what had happened, the medic cleared her throat, a soft sound amidst the quiet outside.
"Owlstar... m-may I come in?" Then she paused, shuffling her paws almost awkwardly in the beat of silence. "It's, uh... i-it's Berryshine." Duh! Of course she knew that!
Berryshine padded up to the leader's den with Cherryswirl, the RiverClan warrior who'd gone missing several moons ago when they'd still been under Fadingstar's leadership. A lot had happened since greenleaf, and the medicine cat had filled in the warrior on the gist of what had happened to their Clan since. Now, it was time to take her to Owlstar for her final verdict on rejoining — though the medicine cat had no doubts that their leader would fairly assess the situation. Cherryswirl's story had been a harrowing 'adventure' of sorts, and the she-cat was clearly happy to be home.
"O-Owlstar...?" Berryshine came to a halt outside of the entrance. "It's Berryshine. I ran into a former Clanmate of ours who's been gone awhile... Cherryswirl, i-if you remember. May we come in?"
She gave Cherryswirl an encouraging smile as they waited for a response.
The scent of outsider filled her nostrils, causing the leader to naturally tense. However, the voice of Berryshine reeled her in, and Owlstar sheathed her claws back into matted fur. Cherryswirl? Certainly a name that hadn't hit her ears in a long while. Owlstar lifted herself up from her nest, fur plumed out against the cold. "C'mon in."
Bitterhive colossal, long-furred black-and-brown tabby molly with dark brown eyes and a white streak through her muzzle
purrks: n/a
she/her | rc warrior | 56 moons
Good. Owlstar was allowing her to enter. Tattered ear flicking, the large feline strolled into the den, ignorant to the tiny beads of ice-cold sand picking at her paw-pads. It was a familiar feeling that she was far familiar with, and it didn’t change her perspective on anything that she had already known. Having lived in RiverClan for as long as she had made her comfortable with the coarse, gritty feeling of sand beneath her soles. Even before she was in RiverClan, she had lived by a beach, even if her memories of it had drastically withered away as time progressed. She didn't remember her birth name; not that it truly mattered in the slightest. It was a name that she didn't care for as she once had. A name that granted no meaning of her existence other than to grant yourself an identity. A singular tufted ear twitched in contemplation, her colossal form lumbering towards the leader as she gingerly placed the piece of prey in front of Owlstar in silent gratitude. Internally, she was grateful to not have broken any of the tender skin of the trout that she had caught just for the leader; not merely to just prove that Bitterhive thought that Owlstar was doing a decent-enough job as a leader—that was more than what she could claim about anyone else—but to give her something to ease her bearings. Being a leader isn’t an easy task.
Exhaling sharply through her numbed nose, the large warrior carefully plopped herself down onto her haunches as she focused on the brown-haired molly with her usual steady, unwavering expression. It was normal for her to consist of such expressions, not wanting to prohibit herself as abhorrently out of line. In fairness, she respected the leader, and she hadn't wanted to show that in any other way. “I came in here to discuss with you about the state of our territory,” Bitterhive continued, her voice even and measured while carrying its usual bluntness. She let the words settle for a moment, as if testing their weight before continuing. "More specifically, the lack of it. But I am certain you already know that." She didn’t shift where she sat, her posture composed despite the undeniable tension that had been pressing down on the clan for more than a while with its broken hierarchy of leadership. RiverClan was scraping by with Lionsbeach and the more recently discovered Seagrass Fields, but for how long would those be suitable until they start declining on prey and herbs? She wasn’t one for dramatics or needless speculation; she dealt in reality and in what was happening right now. And right now, RiverClan’s claim was weaker than it had ever been. Especially after the recent events with Stormstar and the coyotes.
"I suggest that we need to start looking outward before circumstances force us to. I’m not suggesting we march into another clan’s land and stake a claim without cause; that would be reckless, especially with ThunderClan already having soured history with us, and our already fragile state. But we can’t keep waiting for a solution to present itself, either. What I’m suggesting is the idea of scouts." She flicked her tail, her voice steady but firm, laying out her thoughts as plainly as she saw them. "Perhaps you can send out small patrols, sent beyond our usual borders to survey any unclaimed land with little to no predators, areas with strong prey sources and herb stockages. Maybe any pieces of land that can hold the potential to act as temporary shelter if something were to happen to camp and we can’t be here for extended periods of time. We assess, we plan, and then we act accordingly. If nothing comes of it, we return with knowledge instead of desperation. Either way, we gain something." Bitterhive let a short silence follow, gauging Owlstar’s reaction to see what she thought. This wasn’t an emotional plea; it was a logical step forward, any sense of precaution before the clan suddenly found itself trapped in a corner. She didn’t doubt that others had noticed the problem, but noticing and doing were two very different things. "I’m not asking for immediate action; only that we prepare before we no longer have the choice. If we move first, we can control the outcome." She finished dryly, slowly dragging her tongue over a cold, scarred paw-pad while her dark gaze remained expectant. She had given her proposal. Now, it was Owlstar’s turn to speak.
Owlstar wasn't exactly hungry, but by Starclan, that trout was huge. She was, at the very least, impressed. With the inconsistent texture and state of the rivers, it was probably hard to catch. Bitterhive seemed rather unbothered, weirdly enough, even though she'd just been out in the cold. Owlstar never liked leaf-bare, never in her entire life. Even if her fur was thick enough to make the cold nearly unnoticeable, her scars and battered maw always ached in throbs of pain, like she was in constant soreness. The cold merely brang back the feeling of having freshly cut wounds. A feeling she could handle, but didn't enjoy.
Her striped tail flicked slightly behind her as she listened to Bitterhive and her ideas for expanding territory, her voice generally hard to read. Owlstar didn't dwell on that too much, however, finding the words she spoke evident of her clearly cut morals and intelligence, something her clan was lacking.
A breath of fresh air, that's for sure. It's not like her clan was all bad, they had their moments, but a good amount of them were still running around like she wouldn't tear their heads off if she got mad enough. Clanmate or not, blunders and stains deserved to be removed and delt with.
She gave Bitterhive a curt nod, a curve of a faint smile tugging at her battered maw. "Aye, ya sure are a thinker, ain't cha?" she chuckled softly and straightened up her posture, nodding once more. "I will say, I've noticed the lack a territory. In colder seasons, Lionsbeach nearly does us no good with the lack a birds n' crab, so I've been lookin' fer a change." her gaze flicked away for a moment before refocusing its one eyed his to Bitterhive. "The patrols, I'll admit, I 'aven't thought of. I'll make sure they're put inta action chap, this clan needs all it can get, eh? I 'ave been thinkin' a territory lately, n' I don't mind a bit a adventure myself, y'know?"
Bitterhive's comments about Thunderclan didn't go unnoticed, but her talk of a possible "escape plan" territory prompted an answer. "I'll consider it, but we likely don't need it. As stupid as things can get, I 'ave faith that my clan won't get pushed inta unfathomable danger, at least not now. But... With how many times we've been driven out, I'll keep it in mind. Likely won't work towards it until some foreseeable tension er disaster is within sight, but yer suggestion ain't without space in my noggin 'ere." she tapped a stained claw to her head.
Owlstar then allowed her gaze to trail over to the fish. She the looked back to Bitterhive. "Thank ya, by the way. Y'know, I don't mind sharin', that joker is pretty big, don't cha think?"
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"Owlstar!"
The tom called into the leader's den. "Songwave has returned from being missing. He was captured by twolegs." The bengal rolled his eyes. They were so big and bumbling- how did the warrior get outsmarted by them? It mattered not, right now. He had escaped, and Sunheart believed his claims and his genuine concern for his family who still resided in RiverClan.
"I've brought him here with me. He'd like to come back- I believe him. What say you?"
Songwave padded behind Sunheart until they reached the entrance of the den, where he slipped under the lichen and moved to his side, waiting quietly. The tom started his reentry to Riverclan with confidence, through determination for his mate and kits, but his head lowered slightly as he gazed around the rocky den, letting the heft of the situation set in.
He had never been near the leader's den, let alone in it. He always tried his best to just do his duties and get by without notice, but getting captured by those twolegs had finally brought attention to himself in the loudest way possible. He had been brought back into camp after countless sunrises with a ghastly thin frame and unkempt fur for all the clan to see, as well as carrying that wretched twoleg smell on his grey, unkempt pelt. The rest of the clan probably assumed what Sunheart did as well, and he couldn't blame them for that.
The tom's eyes fixed on the claw marks stretching across the wall and let out a small sigh of dread. He wondered if he could even call himself a warrior anymore, if he would even be a warrior anymore. He closed his eyes, but didn't try to force the worries out of his mind. Instead he let them flow freely, tracing them back to their source. 'Almondchatter and our kits will be okay. Riverclan will keep them safe,' he assured, opening his eyes again. Even he wasn't going to be welcomed back, he knew what mattered most.
Two-legs were so weird, always scooping up cats like they were property, what was their problem? Owlstar could feel her expression harden with concentration, "C'mon in. Aye Songwave, how long were ya out there?" she addressed the tom with a level one eyed gaze. She usually didn't keep track herself, and she wondered if she should start. "Ya got the motivation a comin' back fer yer clan, eh? But what can ya do fer Riverclan? I'm assumin' everythin' ya learned durin' apprenticeship didn't just leave ya." Then again, Two-legs did weird things with cats all the time. Who knows what could've happened.
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Seabreeze + Rosemarypaw
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|| Decided to do this in character because I wasn't sure if Seab has two or one apprentices already. I know he has Hookpaw, but I think Dragon was asking if Seab could mentor Winterpaw as well and I haven't gotten a response back for that yet. ||
Seabreeze, after having a very almost entirely one-sided check in with Rosemarypaw, decided to nudge the two of them into the leader's den. The apprentice seemed terrified out of his mind, as though Owlstar was a creature of the night rather than his own leader and it made the former lionheart a little concerned about the apprentice's very clear anxiety. Perhaps this conversation would help ease the younger cat's mind about things. Regardless, even though Rosemarypaw was shy around Seabreeze, he wasn't right terrified and seemed to agree to letting Seabreeze take over his training for now.
After not seeing the little guy head out for quite some time and rather was almost always hiding away in some corner of the clearing, the warriors grew concerned enough to ask and learned that Rosemarypaw despite being named a couple moons ago has never actually gotten training of any kind besides kit lessons. Which at least wasn't nothing but after also learning that he's had.... multiple failure mentors, Seabreeze decided he may as well request to take the kid on himself, to make sure the job gets done.
"Owlstar, me and Rosemarypaw are here, wanted to ask you something." After letting the leader know who and the general why, Seabreeze waited for the alright to come in and started to enter the den. Only to look over his shoulder and see that Rosemarypaw seemed frozen right outside rather than following the older tom. Seabreeze gave a sigh and gently moved to nudge the apprentice into the den where the little thing moreso huddled behind the former lionheart rather than readied for a conversation.
"Well uhh, Rosemarypaw was telling me about his lack of training and I learned that his past couple mentors have disappeared on him. I was wondering if I could take him on as my apprentice to finish up his training." Rosemarypaw, without moving from his half buried into Seabreeze's fur position, spoke up just barely over the ambient sound of the clan going about right outside of the leader's den. "I'm sorry.. I uhm.. I would like this, please... sorry.."
Seabreeze frowned, but made sure his face was pointing at the leader and not at the apprentice, he didn't want to cause the white-red feline anymore worry. Though the whole being scared of Owlstar thing was something that would be better to be addressed sooner rather than later. Seabreeze would bring it up while on a territory tour with Rosemarypaw.
`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\50 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Owlstar tilted her head at Seabreeze and then Rosemarypaw. She clucked at the apprentice, a barely audible sound that echoed hollow from her throat. She was used to being gawked at, even genuinely feared by younger cats. It wasn't anything new, and she never resented them for it, but if never didn't manage to gain sympathy from her. Sometimes she forgot how noticably horrid her scars were, and she was reminded by terrified eyes.
She then looked back to Seabreeze and blinked. "If he's being neglected from trainin', I see no reason why not. I trust ya Seabreeze, but can ya handle the load?" Sometimes, Seabreeze wasn't in the best mental state. She'd seen the worse of it when they were at that abandoned two-leg den, odd times, troubling times.
(Hey there! So, just a note, in the time it took for me to reply, it seems that hookpaw has scattered out of existence? Unless I'm missing something. But, Seabreeze has no apprentices listed, thus, ill just give him Rosemary and Winter after this is done :3)
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Primroseadder had moved with the shadows to get back to camp, her emerald eyes narrowed down to slits. Rogues and loners were getting more confident, she guessed, if they were lurking around Clan boundaries. The boundary between RiverClan and ShadowClan, at that. They didn't need anymore problems, and Primroseadder knew that if she hadn't drove off those rogues, Dawnstar would have likely used it as an excuse to attack or put the blame on RiverClan for something unknown to them.
Primroseadder emerged from the shadows to stand in front of the entrance to Owlstar's den, calling into the gap. ''Owlstar? 've got a report on two rogues lurkin' at Saltmeadow Marsh. May I come in 'n tell ya?''
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`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\50 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
She was about to start lining the borders with mutilated hawks if this kept happening.
A snarl etched onto her face, but gratefulness admittedly danced between her one eyed gaze. As frustrated as she was, she was glad somecat caught on. "C'mon in." she began. Owlstar was starting to wonder why these outsiders were so unbelievably stupid. They obviously didn't respect borders, and she was itching to kill at least one of them. "Tell me all 'bout it. Pelt descriptions, everythin'. When i see 'em again, n' I'm sure I will, I wanna deal with 'em swiftly."
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Padding up to the leader's den, Sunheart fluffed out his pelt from the cold. "Owlstar," he called into the den. "Do you have a moment? I was hoping to speak to you about some of these mentors. Primroseadder brought some things to my attention."
At the sound of her deputy's voice, the leader straightened, "'Course, commander, c'mon in." Owlstar had first gotten aware of the lack of attention apprentices got when it came to mentors when she'd been with Salamanderpaw, how the she-cat screamed about the rumors told about her brother, that he'd never get trained. If was a shame, an honest shame. Owlstar was beginning to think about throwing a training event just to compensate, try to round things up if she could. But, she was open to whatever concerns or ideas Primroseadder and Sunheart may have.
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r o w a n m a n e • he/him • 45 moons • riverclan/lionheart •
killer aptitude t2 ❝ i never thought I’d get here. but now that I am, I’m not letting go. ❞
The Lionheart carefully padded up to the leaders den, taking a deep breath before speaking. “OwlStar—i’s RowanMane, may I enter? Nuthin’ bad, I jus’ gotta question for ya.” RowanMane huffed in question.
Ah, questions? No shame in that, no shame at all. Owlstar had stopped picking her teeth and spoke up clearly, "Aye scaredy cat, c'mon in." she teased lightly, gesturing to the inside of her den with a jerk of her head.
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''Owlstar?'' Mountainspring called into the den just a few moments after the Clan Leader had carried Pigeonkit in. ''If it's not a problem with you, I would like to ask a few questions regarding Pigeonkit's...disrespect and disobedience, and...discuss them.''
Pigeonkit's behavior was more than distasteful, and Owlstar had been thinking about more permanent solutions before Mountainspring walked in. She straightened up and called for the warrior. "Aye, figured ya come. Shot." she offered space for the queen, both in words and physical space.
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Anger was evident in the tom as he padded up to the leaders den. “OwlStar, may I enter? I’ve go’ a troublemaker.” he huffed, waiting for her to reply before stepping in and flicking his tail for the apprentice to follow. “Got another ca’ yellin’ at a ki’ for not reason. GoosePaw ‘ere described the kit as a ‘puny little ki’ and said she’d just ge’ in the way when she’d shown interest in watchin’ em n’ another apprentice practice or whatnot.” clearly, by the Lionhearts anger, it was clear the apprentice didn’t say it in a kind way either. RowanMane was done, sick of the bad Kit treatment. He had three sons now that he had to protect.
Goosepaw
He/him
6 moons
9/100
Tags~ @Rowan @Marigoldwhisper
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Goosepaw lifted his head and looked at the Lionheart "But you can ask Speckledpaw, it was just a joke!"
`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\51 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Her face twisted into a snarl as she directed her gaze at Goosepaw. "Well it sure ain't funny." her tone was harsh and pinched. "What makes ya think ya 'ave the right ta bully yer clanmates, ta call 'em names, ta belittle them? That don't make ya no warrior, it barely even makes ya a member a Riverclan. If ya act like that, yer worth less than a rogue." harsh words, she'd admit, but they were needed, surely needed. If everycat was snide and rude to each other like this all the time, they wouldn't even be a clan, just a group of cats who merely tolerate one another, no sense of community.
She shared Rowanmane's anger at the apprentice, the apprentice who was the future of her clan. "I ain't hearin' no excuses, not a word. Til ya can gain some compassion er control that tongue a yer's, ya can kiss that name ya got goodbye. Fer a moon, ya'll be known as Goosekit." a fitting punishment. Wanna be mean to kits? Now you can be one yourself!
"Go apologize ta that kit, properly. Rowanmane will make sure ya do." her gaze flicked over to the Lionheart. "This better not happen again. Leave my den. Thank ya, Rowanmane." bulling was not tolerated, not even a mustard seed worth. It was like poison, and Owlstar wouldn't allow it.
Goosepaw has been PUNISHED! He will be known as Goosekit until APRIL 9TH 2025
He may come to Owlstar, requesting his rank back in the leaders den, once the time is up.
If you have any questions, vm me!
(Apologies for any typos everyone, and my blatant tardiness!! )
''Loner 'n a kit,'' Primroseadder mewed as she slipped into the den, dipping her head to Owlstar and sitting back on her haunches, wrapping her tail around her paws, emerald hues narrowing as they adjusted to the gloom. ''The kit was more of a tortoiseshell---'n sick, too---'n the loner...I can't quite remember what she looked like, but at least she had the sense ta take the kit 'n leave when told.''
''I did give 'er a warnin' that if she didn't take the kit 'n leave when I told 'er ta, then I'd use force on 'er alone, 'cause I don't attack kits; it's unhonorable,'' the she-cat's ears twitched, and she looked at her leader as she spoke. ''I did advise 'er not ta cross inta ShadowClan territory, 'cause Dawnstar's warriors would handle 'em a different way than we do, 'n I didn't want ta see the kit get hurt due to the shadowrats, y'know? They left, though. Just wanted ta give ya a report.''
[ @Marigoldwhisper | Owlstar ; Red'fur never listed Asfrid's description in their posts, so I don't know what she looks like /gen ]
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''Pigeonkit's behavior disgusts me,'' Mountainspring mewed as she slipped into the den, granted entry by Owlstar. ''I don't know where he learned it from, but I plan to eradicate the issues he has with his temper. It's...not good, and I'm afraid that he'll make a fool of himself as a warrior, and a mentor in the future.''
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