RiverClan Skyridge

[Sleek]

*sleekfur suffered in the med den*

*meadowkit was being lured away to be disfigured*

Ripplekit hopped over, poking her bestie with her tail. "Bestiebestiebestie cmoncmoncmon we have a meeting to get to!" she trilled, super happy but then halted suddenly when she noticed the mourning seriousness of the situation. "Wha-what happened?"

@Theodore_510

[LunaStar22]

Mistfur and Darksong walked off to the Floodstone for the last bit of the speech as they were running late after a battle training with there apprentices.
"Hurry Darksong we are gonna miss the end of it if we dont run faster"Mistfur said

"Im trying im not as fast as a Windclan cat"She whisperd back.

They would arrive to see the last bit of the clan cats leaving the rock and they relized that they had missed the whole thing.

"Darn it I really hope that this wasnt that inportantz' Mistfur hissed
"Theres no nervous whispering so I think we are good".Darksong hissed back.

[kailie]

Originally Posted by els

Falconfeather
Purrks: Silver Tongue (disabled), Herbal Knowledge - T2

He wanted to curse the stars, tear them out from the sky and watch the ones above him bleed for their doings, the curse that laiden upon RiverClan that they had so wrongly decided. But he couldn't. They hung mockingly in the black night, laughing and glowing at him with all their power. They laughed and pointed and took pleasure of making a fool out of his clan, pushing and shoving and hitting, blow after blow after blow. Each one packing more viciousness and raw power, beating down this clan. Their crashing fall had started with Lionstorm, a cat he only knew from stories as a kit, and had slowly trickled down the long line of leaders, one by one. Frostfall, Eagleflight, Dirtfur, Sootflare, Stormcall , Splashleap, Sparrowskip, Snowleap, Slatewhisker, now it the tragedy had struck Gingerfrost, and it would only be a matter of time before it would take Larkwing too.

She would follow the same, sad faith of every one before her. He felt remorse, anger, denial at what had happened, and what would happen. He would hope, pray, beg, plead with the stars and his ancestors that in some way, somehow, maybe she could earn the respect of StarClan. Maybe Larkwing could prove herself to be better than their previous leadership, that she had more sense, more logic. That she could bring their clan back to power once more, before Evil Era, when life was simple. Falconfeather would hope, yes he would. He had faith in his sibling that she could do it, she had the patience, the brains. Maybe not the confidence in herself, but Falcon's own trust and assurance in her made up for her lack of self-esteem. She could do it

He follows behind his little sister, gently helping her lay their fallen leader in front of the Floodstone, and situating him to look more peaceful position, less awkward-looking, yet he knew that death could never look peaceful, no matter how you tried to hide it. The healer touched his nose to the ginger cat's fur once more, before slipping off to sit closer towards the base of the Floodstone, watching the clan gather before him at Larkwing's hoarse, sullen words. He sat, mulling over how he would explain it, the best way he could. He knew their were little ones here, but if he just came out and told them exactly what he found, no sugar-coating it, he deemed it better off that the clan wouldn't pin the blame on him and Larkwing. He shared similar concerns as the tortie. Wondering silently if the clan would think of it as a scheme, that maybe Larkwing and him were planning this all along, waiting for the right time. That maybe Larkwing wanted Gingerfrost dead, so she could be leader.

Any cat with enough sense as a newborn kit could see that Larkwing didn't have anything to do with the leader's death, he knew his sister, and after his inspection for the cause, he was certain it was just stress, or some internal condition Gingerfrost had that caused him to die. He catches the vivid chocolate eyes of Tansypaw glowing from the entrance of their den, and gives her a small nod of greeting, hoping she'd catch the hint to come sit by him, or closer up the front of the growing crowd. He sees a small, thin calico slink up solemnly towards Gingerfrost's body, silently settled down in a laying position and nuzzles the older cat's ginger fur. Sorrow for the younger cat washes of Falconfeather, knowing how close Mumblepaw and Ginger were. He knew Gingerfrost was Mumblepaw's father, and was glad Larkwing gave the apprentice time to mourn and grieve on his own in private, away from the torturing eyes of the clan. If he catches the cat's eye, or attention, Falcon would nod at them.

The silver-furred healer turned his attention once more towards the gather cats, dreading what would come next.

 

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Jackdawkit's eyes widened. Bitterberry's amber gaze narrowed into slits as she looked at Larkwing. Gingerstar was dead? Breezeberry growled softly, while their sister, Brindleberry, lay her tail tip on his shoulder. Shellwhisker fixed a neutral gaze on Larkwing, ice-blue eyes unreadable. Jackdawkit bounded over to Falconfeather, her blue eyes wide with terror. She crouched beside the medicine cat, ears flat and her sleek, black fur fluffed out.

@FrostyGalaxy

[Spartan-117]

@els

it's Falconfeather again. he frowns, looking at his half-sibling with sadness. he does not know how he feels - but he worries that Larkwing will be blamed for Gingerfrost's death. he turns his gaze to the sky, watching the laughing stars emerge. his eyes fill with anger and his body stiffens. he wants to do something anything that can make a difference. he wants to kill something, harm anything - to get rid of his anger.

tears of rage stream down his cheeks, before he rubs them away with a paw. he comes up slowly to Falconfeather, not knowing if he is welcome or not. he comes in front of his brother, and he stops - looking slightly down at his half-brother. "I am so sorry, Falconfeather. This is...."" curse StarClan! they're taking everything away from RiverClan! he starts to tremble with his suppressed rage, his claws sinking into the dirt at his paws.

"Is there anything I can help, my brother? I will do anything to make this life easier. Please, let me help." He says softly, looking at his half-brother before looking at Larkwing over his shoulder. He wants to say he loves them, but those words are impossible for him to say. wholly impossible.

[Kass]

Shrike’kit / Habit

the small furless Tom cat poked his head out of the lichen. He was confused by all the commotion coming from outside and was scared when sir falcon had left the den. He stood a little ways away from tansypaw, she was alright they just hadn’t spoken before and he was more than willing to keep it that way. Hesitantly he put a paw outside shocked that it wasn’t as cold as he had originally thought. Shakily he padded out and crept forward to somewhat sit away from the others. His green eyes glittering as he gazed up at the large rock where a she cat was sitting down and where another cat lay limp.

Cocking his head to the side he watched as more cats gathered around confused as to why they listened. Questioning eyes turned to falconfeather as he took a few hesitant steps towards the only cat he had felt a connection with. W-whats going on? he mowed quietly in a shaky voice. He was obviously extremely nervous and uneasy from the situation.

@els

[Kass]

Dunepaw

It took a moment before he finally realized why ginger wasn’t moving. He was already dead wasn’t he? Tears silently fell from his eyes as he stared at the cat whom he had grown to respect, the cat who had worked hard to at least try and bring riverclan back together after beanstar destroyed it. His heart lurched and a bile taste entered his mouth. Standing up he padded over to the side away from the crowded area and threw up. The sight of dead cats made him sick to his stomach and it made him feel awful for the cats who would mourn his death. He obviously wasn’t close to ginger star but so many others were.

@Dust

[sturgeonwind]

Winterpaw
(Image by Pangoligon)

Winterpaw rushed out at the distressed voice of the deputy. What had happened? Was Gingerstar okay?

[Neptune.]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

*-Larkwing-*
She/her | 17 moons | Mind Reader - ACTIVE
A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes

And here comes the stares, the questions, the concerns… Larkwing almost turns numb to them even as she’s addressed countless times. A mantra of ’your fault, your fault, your fault, your fault,’ swims around her head, vicious and cruel and she doesn’t have the strength to stop it. She doesn’t even want to stop it. This death wasn’t her fault, but she feels the weight of it pressing down on her shoulders and suddenly it’s the entire sky instead. She may as well have been the one to murder him. Not his heart, not the stars, not anything else. It may as well have been her very paw.

”Um-“ she starts, and trips over the words in her mouth immediately, a grief that shouldn’t belong to her swelling on her tongue. She wants to cry. She wants to run away and hide and never show her face again. But she has duties she needs to see to, cats to address. ”When I went to talk with Gingerstar this morning, just to ask him some simple questions, I entered his den to find him dead. Laying on his nest stiff and cold. I thought- I thought that couldn’t be possible- he’d been fine the night before so unless he’d been- unless he’d been murdered there was no way.” She hates the way her voice catches when she says ‘murdered’, hates the way the screaming mantra in her brain starts trying to tell her she did it, it’s her fault.

”I talked to- I talked to Falconfeather. He said that there’s no evidence he was murdered. No trace of poison, no external blows. It’s his heart that killed him. He can- Falcon can tell you better than I can.” And she shoots a desperate look to her older brother, begging for help, begging for him to come up here and talk to them himself, tell them what he found. There’s a paranoia eating at her mind, at her heart, and she can’t make it shut up. Maybe she should ask for some poppy seed… Will they all hate her? Will they blame her? Will they think this is some sort of cover up? She doesn’t want to think about it, can’t get the mantra out of her head. She’s not ready for this.

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#rcmeeting

 

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[Katiethewolfchild]

Rabbitkit and Blossomkit listened. They thought Gingerstar's DEAD?! And his heart made him dead?! That doesn't make ANY sense. Hearts keep you ALIVE! They DO NOT make you dead! Dead is the exact opposite of alive! This meeting makes no sense so far.


Wishkit sat, wondering how Gingerstar's heart could cause Gingerstar to die. Didn't you need a heart to live? How could something you needed to live cause Gingerstar to die?

Toadkit listened, wondering why all of their leaders kept dying. First Beanstar and now Gingerstar. It was like becoming a RiverClan leader somehow made you die.

Deerkit listened. She thought wait Gingerstar's heart killed him? How did that happen?

Beekit leaned into soft fur while purring and sniffed the air. She had never smelled most of those cats before, nor did she think she had ever smelled so many cats at a time before. Unaware of the announcment she kept sniffing the air, taking in all of the new scents. One of the new cat scents was higher up then a cat scent had ever been before. She wondered why that was.

Toadkit sighed. She hadn't gotten much alone time or much time with just anycat who wasn't Beekit since Beekit decided to stick herself to her side for some reason. She wondered why on earth the other kit was so clingy. She wasn't even that much younger than her! Beekit wasn't even any fun! If she tried to play with her Beekit always managed to mess the game up! She even managed to mess up mossball! Until she tried to play mossball with Beekit she didn't even know it was possible to mess mossball up but Beekit was very very talented at messing EVERYTHING up! Even mossball! Beekit also wasn't any fun to talk to cause she never ever responded! She did sometimes make funny sounds but she was pretty sure they didn't mean anything. Beekit also wasn't any fun to make fun of cause she never ever responded! The most grumpiest elder in the whole wild world was probably more fun then Beekit!

[silver.]

purrks: herbal knowledge tier 1

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This was painful. The news hits harder than the first time for some odd reason. Was it because now it was real? Wasn't some bad dream that was mentioned to her by Falconfeather in passing that she just sat and dwelled on because she wasn't told anything else? Tears well in her eyes as she stares at the motionless bundle of fur that is Gingerfrost below the Floodstone but she blinks them away. If momma were here, she would tell her to be strong. Be strong and do what you have to do! That's what brave cats do! Swallowing hard, her stare falls upon Larkwing. Stuttering and suffering all alone atop a stone that was hers to stand upon too soon. It was obvious she wasn't ready. Obvious she was scared and nervous and in a panic. Tansypaw could relate. She was always in some kind of panic. As the fear scent from the crowd grows stronger, as does Larkwing's from above, she ducks back into the medicine cat den.

Quickly trotting toward the herb storage, she takes a small stalk of thyme into her mouth and spins around to make her way back out. A deep breath and she's pushing through the crowd toward the front. Chocolate hues flash upwards, filled with uncertainty, before she gathers the courage to jump up beside Larkwing. The thyme is set gently at her paws, sorrow pooling her gaze as she whispers to her.

"Here. It helps me when I'm nervous. Momma always found some for me when I was scared or anxious. It should help. Be strong."

After the quick exchange, she leaps back down and quickly makes her way to sit beside Falconfeather, paws trembling from her own nervousness.

larkwing | @FrostyGalaxy // falconfeather | @els