Sunsetpaw was thinking about the possible new ranks, the guards. They didn't really know what to say though after some(a lot of) thinking, they thought of something "uh..what if there'll be a few guards, maybe around six--" they started to explain "--and these cats will be in two groups...uh...group one and two, so group one with three cats and group two with also three cats; so group one will guard the camp and after some time, group two will take their place of guarding the camp which makes group one able to do warrior things and uh after sometime group one will guard the camp again which makes group two able to do warrior things...and...uh...so...it uh..keeps rotating...?"
Sunsetpaw didn't know whether what they just said can be considered not smart or smart, all they know is that they've said it and that's it. Hopefully Beansprout will be able to understand what The apprentice just said, or else that'll be quite embarrasing
The fluffy apprentice purred as Tinystorm's name was called out, and he trotted over to touch noses with his new mentor. It seemed StarClan had listened to his request after all. Not that that was actually in their power. Talonpaw would know if it was.
"I'm glad that I got you as my mentor," he murmured before settling down beside Tinystorm to listen to the rest of the announcements.
Talonpaw frowned as Beansprout mentioned a rank change, leaning closer to his mentor so he could whisper to him without being too obvious. "Why is he creating a rank that normal warriors can do when they're not on patrol? Surely there's enough of them for one or two to guard camp while everyone else is doing their duties and still be able to switch out often."
He knew that Beansprout allowed for feedback to go directly to him, but he wasn't sure if he believed the leader would be totally... accepting. Talonpaw had bad experiences in the past, and Tinystorm felt like the only one who had listened.
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This meeting was oddly fast-moving; you'd almost think the tabby couldn't keep up. But he was there, below the large stone, silently listening as Beansprout made his announcements. Kits were promoted to being apprentices and, in Lionstorm style, some of them early. Apprentices were finally reassigned, much to his relief. Peachpaw and Cinder, for instance, had been apprentices for so long he was surprised they hadn't been assessed yet. Hopefully, these reassignments would stick around to finish their training -- although, Gingerfrost couldn't say he was counting on it either.
From the sides of the crowd, Gingerfrost heard the soft sound of a stick breaking. His eyes flitted towards the sound just in time to see Minnowpaw - now renamed Mumblepaw - hand over half a worn-looking stick to the new Minnowpaw. Gingerfrost quirked a brow. He never quite understood what Mumblepaw's business was with this stick, but had they just broken it and given it to Minnowpaw? (All the name changes RAH). He didn't have much time to understand, other than that the apprentice had given half their dear stick to the other apprentice before he was called by the aforementioned cat.
Sleepyfrost. A little part of him died inside when he heard this name; a name very similar to what his sister would call him, and say his warrior name would be. A name almost familiar, though he hadn't heard it on moons. It fell heavy on his chest, though he blinked away any sign of grief that may arise. He only looked to Mumblepaw and gave a simple nod contrary to his usually grumpy demeanour. It was fine. He'd be fine.
His attention was diverted by the meeting proceeding, and nearly coming to an end. He subtly noted to mention of patrols, remembering this for the next batch he would have to send out (and internally grimacing, for more members potentially failing to do them, would mean more cats to punish. He seriously needed to find a suitable solution to that). Alas, so be it. Gingerfrost understood the reason, it made sense. Especially with such a dangerous creature roaming about.
Following that came the mention of a ShadowClanner infiltrating camp, causing the tabby to actually grimace. And the mention of WindClan's fire, which came as no surprise, considering the news of smoke from not too long ago. Although, one was arguably more worrisome than the other: if a ShadowClanner infiltrated camp then their camp was guarded as badly as he expected. That's why he wasn't opposed to the idea of assigned guards; though he seconded the sentiment that they should be rotated about, and should mayhaps still upkeep some sort of clan duties (simple things, of course; those taking on a night shift would never be sent on a dawn patrol).
That being said, Gingerfrost decided to keep on listening a little longer before saying anything himself. What needed to be said was said so far, and he wondered what Beansprout had to say about that so far. It would be pointless anyway to repeat what's already been mentioned.
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While beansprout was talking in the meeting, Spirittail heard a very faint noise in the background: It was faint yet very chaotic in a way, it sounded like wailing of a queen and her ki-
Oh no, not again.
Spirittail sprinted out of the meeting to see what was going on, bumping into many other cats in the process
PRINCE BITZ OF THE CONKERS KINGDOOOOMMM Breakstar is the leader of OwlClan. He has a closed den policy (ask before entering), mention me if they are needed.
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Amberwing stumbled into the meeting, only at last hearing that one was going on. "Geez, maybe I need to talk to Stonepaw about having hearing issues...." She mumbled to herself. A discussion sounded nice at least, assuming she could actually participate. Probably not.
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I’m Here..... It’s Been a while. When did I come... I didn’t know
I felt falling and Alone. I'd never grow old and decided. It wasn’t time to go.
As the ship roared past, I stayed. As I had come. Lost. Alone. Empty.
Somewhere. Something. Had brought me here. But what?
Aside from entering the meeting crowd at little late, she she heard everything. Shocking to say the least, BeanSprout really has done it this time.. Refusing to call the ‘leader’ BeanStar was a small sign of rebellion to her. It was pretty clear that she had a sort of hatred for this cat. She facepalmed, had RiverClan learned nothing? Like nothing at all. These kits that were apprentices could barely eat vole, they could barely stand without falling on their asses.
Stepping to the front of the crowd, she stood confidently, letting a sigh get out before she begun her long rant of everything that was wrong. BeanSprout, you claim yourself as leader yet allow for 2 moon old kittens to become apprentices. They are barely able to stand up, yet you want them to learn how to hunt, swim, fight and be useful to the clan? At 2 moons they are barely weened from their mothers! Doesn’t make any logically sense. It’s clear you had no knowledge whatsoever of the age of the kits you just made apprentices.” She huffed, at this point she was fuming..
Opening her mouth more as she let air sink into her lungs. [B]” As for the firefly cove. Do you not remember what happened the first time? Let me refresh your memory, that night we retreated with our tails in between our legs. We lost a great leader and we had many injured and some cats who joined starclan. You can say that you care about river clan but those events that just happened show otherwise.” The shecat flicked her tail in anger, she could care less about what her consequences were for standing up and saying something. Someone had to call out the “leader” and if it had to be her, it was going to be.
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