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Re: RiverClan Floodstone
Frecklepaw - he/him - 8 moons
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Frecklepaw gasped softly. He hardly knew the cat but it only made him more upset. Gingerstar, frost? Did Gingerfrost even revive the nine lives? Whoever, barely got to serve as leader. The mystery remained as to how he had died. That worried him the most. Frecklepaw felt his ears twitch nervously and he swallowed.
CraneBlood stalked out of the warrior's den, his gaze piercing. "And what do you think you're doing, Larkwing?" The giant tom hissed, staring up to the deputy. "And what happened to Ginderstar?" He asked, his white and grey fur slightly ruffled. @FrostyGalaxy
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Bluestone perked as larkwing spoke, gingerstar is dead! the tom huffed wondering what happened. he waited for more explanation while listening to everyone talk.
Cherryswirl watched as Dunepaw scurried away to throw up, her brow furrowing with worry. Dunepaw was a sensitive cat... she wasn't too surprised - but she would give him some space. Hovering wouldn't do him any good, and plus, Cherry was feeling rather irritated as Nightspark began to shout. His original statements had been lovely, and rather agreeable.. but....
"What in the stars are you talking about?! We can't go get Gingerstar back. Do you have your head in the clouds?!" She snapped towards the Lionheart - though there was no real malice to it. The last thing they needed was to start stressing everyone out - Larkwing especially. She had only just become the deputy for stars sake!!
"Right now, we should be concerned on where we go from here, not fantasizing about things we can't control." She lashed her tail, pacing towards the tom-cat. Cherry huffed, settling back down. Hopefully, he'd be able to see the reason behind her words - though her irritation wasn't over as another voice grated her nerves. She turned quickly towards Craneblood her hackles raised,
"She's addressing the clan is what shes doing! You best watch your tone! As the deputy, she has more than enough right to call a clan meeting!"
Darksong sat there with Mistfur next to her thinking on how his heart would have killed him when he was acting fine the day before
"I knew it Darksong I knew something was wrong with that leader"Mistfur whispered.
"I understand Mistfur I still dont know how this could have happened to the poor GingerStar".Darksong cryed
The sat there just observing everything what was going on seeing the kits ask there mom and they knew that they needed to figure everything out in the other clans before things happened and stuff became bigger.
"Ugh while I guess its just a hear by ear if there is a ceromy happening"Mistfur said
"True now we just have to play the waiting game to see if there is going to be a new leader appointed soon".Darksong whsipered
"I wanna be leader but I dont think the clan would like me a new warrior to be the new leader".Mistfur complained
They decided to walk off and try to find Larkwing.
Dead already, huh? If Gingerstar couldn't survive that long to be leader, they didn't deserve the title. Maybe Larksong would die too. @FrostyGalaxy (I just made this oc for my dad, so I don't have much for him)
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So her feelings of concern were real...she hadn't felt safe since the flood and know this happened...they had lost so many leaders in such a short amount of time...Why? Was the question she wanted to know why did this happen? Why were Starclan punishing? Claws digging into the ground she gave an angry lash of her tail before turning back her conflicted gaze back to Larkwing.
Such a young cat was supposed to lead them...could she do that Mistfire had her doubts many in fact this she-cat was unexperienced, unprepared and, probably, uncertainty she couldn't stop herself she just didn't have faith that Larkwing could be leader no matter how hard she tried.
Deciding to silence her differing thoughts the grey queen just stayed put and waited for Falconfeather, the medicine cat, to bring some light to the mystery of Gingerstar's death that had shadowed the clan in a matter of moments.
A chill of dread, of horrible deja vu, shot up the ragdolls spine and she hurried to the front of the Floodstone. Larkwing was on the Floodstone. Larkwing looked sad, looked nervous. Where was her father figure. She needed to see him. Frantic desperation morphed her face as she looked up at Larkwing, eyes wide, face drained of blood. "Where is he? Please where is he?" She felt her fur spike and she felt her pulse racing. She couldn't lose another parent. She couldn't lose her mentor. Surely Larkwing would tell her.... Surely it wouldn't be so sudden? He had been fine earlier!
Blueberrypaw - She/Her/They/Them - Ace + Bi - 12 Moons
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BlueberryPaw looked around, eyes sad and wide. GingerStar was dead...!? How would her sister take this!? BlueberryPaw's eyes instantly met BirdPaw's. She silently padded to her sister and rested her tail on Birdie's back. "Bird, are you ok?" She asked softly and patiently.
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What was a meeting? Otterkit didnt know but Dad had said this was riverclan and he was part of riverclan so Otterkit should gather right? Yeah.
So the kitten toddled up, fat and short little kitten legs not really helping him in his journey and sat among the throng of cats a little unsure. There were.... a lot. And they were so big! Little Otterkit was dwarfed and unsure and getting a little scared. Where was someone he knew, someone to comfort him. Itd be a hard task, he only knew two cats, his dads! "Dada! Papa!"
He couldnt see his Dada's ginger pelt or his Papa's brown longer coat anywhere and he wanted them here. "Where are you! Dada! Papa?"
The little kitten was shrinking in on himself, fast becoming scared with the tension filled air of the meeting. Something was wrong. Deep in his little bones he knew even if at the moment he didnt know how deeply this loss related to him.
"....Wheres my Dads?"
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LilyLeaf - She/Her - Lesbian - ?? Moons
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LilyLeaf's eyes widened as she finally heard what had happened. GingerStar died...wow...so many leaders had died. She hoped that poor LarkWing wouldn't travel that path... She heard a mewling, a kit looking for their dads. She turned to see them crouched and scared. "Hey, little one! Do you need help finding your dads? What're there names?" She meowed in a comforting voice.
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.
*-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.
CinnamonSwirl's eyes widened in shock. GingerStar...is dead! They blinked, still reeling with shock. They suddenly remebered LarkWIng, their little sister, had just been made deputy. CinnamonSwirl glanced around and heard a cat, AntlerBlizzard, yowl that LarkWing killed GingerStar. They stormed to the cat "My sister would do no such thing! Shut your mouth and stay quiet while the cat with actual logic explain!" They said to the black and white striped cat with anger. They marched away and stormed over to their sisters side. "I will protect you, Lark." They said, sitting next her sister, for support. They didn't give a damn if this was unformal or against the rules, they would stay by their sisters side, even if they were dying.
AntlerBlizzard narrowed her eyes at the young deputy. There was no way GingerStar would've just stopped dead from so-called 'heart problems'. Larkwing murdered GingerStar! "SHE'S A MURDERER!" AntlerBlizzard yowled with fury.
Hivesnarl
he/him | TC Warrior | AFAB torbie with bright green eyes
Hivesnarl dragged himself out of his nest at Bumble's call. "Hm?"
His tail lashed irritably at the mention of Riverclan. It was a small comfort at least that if he was being taken with, it probably wasn't a diplomatic mission. No groveling to those fish-cats today. But if it was just them three, it probably wasn't a battle either. Well this has the potential to be interesting or frustrating. The tom wrinkled his nose in agreement at Violetfreckle's voiced disgust, turning to Bumblestar. "I am too. Why're we paying those kelp-smellers a visit?"
The dark lilac tabby had just been gently snoring in the warrior's den. She couldn't explain it, but the moment she heard her name called by Bumblestar, she felt pulled back to the waking world without a shred of drowsiness. She took a moment to turn around and groom her unruly fur, but eventually hurried out to meet the light-furred feline. "Gingerstar?" She asked, unable to hide the small bit of disgust from her voice. SHe sighed. "Alright, I'm ready."
"I promised Gingerstar a visit at the Gathering," Bumblestar grunted as the pair turned up, only half-glancing at Hivesnarl. "I want answers 'n he's giving 'em to me whether he likes it or not. Strap in, we got a bit of a walk ahead of us. Let's go."
RiverClan's territory was just as long of a trek as before, but at least this time she knew the straight way forward, so they could shed a little bit of time. Hopefully her companions weren't too exhausted by the time they arrived.
Seems they showed up at a bad time, though. As Bumblestar stepped into the camp with her patrol in tow, her eyes flickered toward the meeting stone, and a frown tugged at her lips. How disgustingly inconvenient.
"Condolences for your loss," she called out flatly as she stopped near the edge of the crowd. "Always a shame when a leader's gone too soon. I'd come 'round here hoping to ask him a question, but maybe you'll know the same he did."
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Re: RiverClan Floodstone
