RiverClan Leader's Den

[BEAR.]

[ bump @CheetahPelt ]

[teddy.]

Bumblebelly entered the den with his head hung low. An exhausted exhale left him as he peered about. "Lionstar? I don't... I don't think Ravenpaw deserves her warrior name," The words pained him, he had been so excited to see her face lit up and live a happy life but he couldnt have someones that dangerous, that disloyal to the clan in their ranks. It scared him what else she would let happen.


@BILL.

[BEAR.]

Lionstar jolted up from where he'd been (unwantedly) dozing off. "What?" He questioned, flattening his ears back. "What'd she do now?"

Being a little groggy probably didn't help with processing things.

".. Did you do the thing?"

[ @S-oft ]

[teddy.]

He bit hard on his lip, the taste of his blood distracting him from the impending doom he knew that awaited his apprentice. "I.. did the thing."

"She wouldn't bite," Bumblebelly swallowed the lump in his throat. "Said she promised him, wouldn't break that promise. I think that says it all..."

@BILL.

[BEAR.]

Lionstar sighed, pushing himself to his paws. "Then that's it."

He was already heading out of his den, beckoning the dark tabby to join him. "She has continually proven she would rather put her aversion to truth before her Clan, and that is something we cannot tolerate in our Clan. She doesn't want to change, so I won't force her any further."

At the cost of her Clan-mate status. A small price to pay, he figured, for endangering her Clan-mates. He already had one shady Raven in his Clan.. he didn't want to keep around a second.

[ @S-oft ]

[teddy.]

Bumblebelly followed behind, his tail limp and dragging along the floor. All he saw was Lionstars paws as he trailed behind the leader. "I tried, I really did." Was all he had left to comment on the situation.

@BILL.

[Pancake]

Dusktail padded up to the entrance of the den. She really needed to talk to Lionstar about this... "Lionstar? A-Are you in here? I need to talk to you about something serious. I don't think this is a medicine cat issue."

[teddy.]

Koistream hobbled into the den with a small, frustrated grumble. He shouldve just stayed as a kittypet! Half the freaking work, for sure.

"OI, BIRDBRAIN!" He shouted out, one more hop to get himself fully inside the den,

He sat with a huff, a small thud of annoyance from his stumpy tail on the ground. "Get one of your warriors to help train me' in fightin'. I'm struggling to fish but I'd rather starve to death than have a Shadowclan warrior knock me over!" The calico oozed annoyance. "I ain't eating dirt during a battle!"


- @BILL.

[BEAR.]

[ aplogies for the delays on these, y'all ]

Unfortunately for Lionstar, he was beginning to feel like he hardly had time for himself with everything going on within the Clan. He missed Fawn, he missed Gaystep, hell.. he was even starting to miss his parents, stupid Firehawk included. He couldn't get a break away and it was stressing him out.

So when Swanfeather came in-- and instead of asking for something, he was offering-- it came with a feeling of relief. "Sure, Swanfeather-- what do you have?"

[ @hxneysuckle ]

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Lionstar quirked his eyebrow as Dusktail entered his den, looking at the elder curiously. "Well, spit it out." Bringing the medicine cats into this.. indirectly, was a little concerning.

[ @Pancake ]

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Ah, the clown fish had arrived!

Lionstar was wondering when his brother was going to pop in, though he flattened his ears at the nickname. "Don't call me that!" He muttered angrily, bristling his spikey pelt.

"What," he mocked lightly, fully aware Koistream had been chatting away with Gentlethunder, "can't find a Jerkboob willing to help you out? You must've scared him away faster than that she-cat you were chasing!" A feat in itself, given Jerkbrains was denser than packed dirt. "Look, we don't have many Clan-mates down a leg. You could risk your chances with Otterface.. which might kill you with how loony she's been, or you're going to eat dirt training with a cat with four legs regardless. Pick your poison."

[ @Scum ]

[lio]

Thankful that he wasn't immediately turned away, the silver-and-grey tom quickly (yet carefully) picked up the object and padded into the den. A smile was on his lips, excitement swirling in bright blue eyes. In his jaws was a bundle of sunshine-yellow flowers, all weaved together in a sort of crown. It was clear that they had been weaved with care, as very little damage had been done to the stems in the making.

Swanfeather looked up at Lionstar with a sheepish smile once he had placed the flower crown near the tom's paws. He was blatantly hopeful that Lionstar liked his gift, given that he had spent quite a bit of time making it. If the handsome golden leader didn't-- well, he may just cry on the spot out of embarrassment.

With a little shaky breath, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Ya- Ya've been workin' real hard wit' yer leader things, I f-figured I would make ya a lil' flower crown as a gift fer all the things ya do fer yer Clan. I- I hope I chose the right color fer ya, I was thinkin' a yeller flower would look nice wit' ya pretty golden fur."

The silver tabby gave a light chuckle, shuffling his paws and averting his gaze. Nervousness prickled at his spine, ears coming to flatten as he prepared himself for a possible outburst of anger from Lionstar.