It was very late, and the sun had already set over the horizon, bathing the RiverClan camp in bright moonlight. Within the mighty RiverClan leader's den, Pikestar was lying on his side in his soft moss nest, a low snore leaving his parted jaws as he slept soundly. However, the sound of a kitten's voice would soon stir him awake. "Wha.. Ravenkit?" He mumbled sleepily, lifting his head off the edge of his bed to see a tiny black-furred tomcat attempt to nestle himself under his massive bushy tail. That did not last too long though, and the RiverClan kitten would start to cry. "Hey now, come here." Pikestar said, tone softened and still very sleepy, as he picked up the skinny kitten before he could leave his den. He gently rested Ravenkit in his nest and tilted his head curiously. "Who is going around and spreading such terrible lies, hm? I don't think you're a bad kit, little one, or that you're dumb. Do you want to tell me about your nightmare that you had?" Keeping the child close to him, Pikestar hoped to offer comfort or anything to young Ravenkit that could help them through the night. It's all he could do.
Ravenkit(small skinny black tom with a white chest and tailtip, has green eyes, currently in RiverClan, no past affiliation/clan, 1 moon old)
The Druid
Ravenkit was shaking. Without thinking he squealed when Pikestar picked him up, batting at the black and grey tom's muzzle. "PUT ME DOWN!" he screeched. Realising what he did, he burst into tears. "I'm sorry!! I'm sorry..." the small black tom whimpered, covering himself and curling into a ball when Pikestar put him down. Ravenkit was still quivering and was now trying to leave the leader's nest. He felt lightheaded, and his body moved, swaying and shaking. The kitten vomited onto the floor and then he collapsed.
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"Do you and Barley have kits?" - Bella
Bouncepaw came into Pikestars den, a cloudy gloom over him. Maybe he could talk to Pikestar? He only really had Pikestar he was close with other than Bluefang, and he didn’t think it was all that appropriate to talk to his own mentor. He knew Pikestar wasn’t a therapist- but he had good advice. “Heya’ Pikestar?” he asked, not wanting to say anymore as he had felt far too drained lately. “Can I-“ he hesitated, ”Can I please talk to you?” he finished, hoping his leader would understand. Even if Pikestar wasn’t his kin, he felt kind of like family. He felt comfortable talking to him.
Sedgestorm padded into the leader's den, anxiety prickling at his pelt.
The only leader of any Clan he'd ever felt comfortable talking to had been Lionstorm and that in and of itself had been so long ago. He knew it wasn't the worst conversation to have with Pikestar, but something about asking a question made him nervous.
He desperately tried not to clench his teeth around the shell he held in his jaws. It was one of several he'd gotten on a date with Flamebriar so long ago, but he had a few, so he felt alright parting with this one.
It only felt right that he offer something in return for his prying.
He softly knocked his head on the outside part of the leader's den before padding in.
He paused to set the shell down and sat, tail folded over his paws neatly. "Pikestar? I wanted to, uhm. Ask you a question. For context, I recently took over history lessons and there's a part of our history I don't know about, and I wanted to know if you could clear it up for me, so I can paint a clearer picture of our past to the littles."
He took a breath. "Moons ago, when you were still deputy, Twilightstar invited the Clan leaders to a.... private Gathering, I suppose. I wanted to know if you went with Skystar and if so, what took place?"
Honestly, the way he saw it, it would only make sense that Skystar would take his deputy. He didn't know why exactly, but it just did.
He blinked down at the shell and pushed it forward. "And, uh, this is a gift for you."
Hearing the knock at his den's open maw, the tall dark-furred Riverking heaved himself to his paws and was greeted by the familiar sight of Sedgestorm, along with a rather pretty seashell at his paws. It appeared that the RiverClan warrior had come here to ask him a question. Heh, when was that never the case when someone was placed at his front door? Apparently, his assistance was needed for the young ones and their history classes, which made him feel slightly old, admittedly. "Aye, I was apart of that, yes." Pikestar remarked, nodding his head, "Although, it was quite some time ago, so you will have to give me a moment to dig around in my brain for details, haha..." It felt like a lifetime ago since Skystar was still alive, and that he was simply deputy of RiverClan. Off the top of his head, the dark-furred oriental could still remember running off to WindClan's territory to tell Twilightstar that Skystar would attend that meeting, along with him and.. it had been just Wormbite aside from the two of them, hadn't it? Oh, they should probably be relaying this information out-loud. "Skystar, Wormbite and I all attended that meeting together." Back then, he had been rather nervous they hadn't brought more.
"From what I remember, Twilightstar wanted to discuss the..." He twirled his paw in the air as he tried to find the right word. "...importance of the life of our youths, especially kittens. I'm sure you're aware that when ThunderClan took back Firefly Cove, many young lives were lost that day―on both sides. Cinderstar, ThunderClan's leader at the time, spoke well of the situation at that meeting." He would grow quiet for a moment, seemingly lost in the memories of when the respectable ThunderClan leader was still alive. Pikestar was thankful that she had been one of the nine cats to gift him a life when he had become RiverClan's leader. "She considered it dishonorable for a warrior to attack an apprentice during a battle. To this day, I still firmly agree with that notion." He cleared his throat before continuing, "Overall, the meeting spoke of the value of a young life, and how the clans should honor them when they die, just as we do with warriors. Killing is an inevitable part of battle, though should only be used as a last resort. A life is a life no matter which side it is on. That's a direct quote from Cinderstar from that very meeting, may she rest in peace." He wished that gathering of all the clan's leaders and deputies had gone on for longer, but it had been a long while since then. "I can't remember much other than that."
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Flamebriar waited in anticipation for Pikestar's response, visibly sagging in relief at his words. "You should be afraid. Dawnstar is... unstable. Or at least, she was when I knew her," she said, a bitter smile curling over her maw. She still loved Dawnstar, she truly did, but she was terrified of the leader. She knew if they ever met again that her niece would not hesitate to end her, and then go after Marigoldleap.
"Oh, there's one more thing. As I said before how I joined under Lionstar's leadership, so did another just before me. Mossygrove, formerly known as Hailstorm, my other niece. Dawnstar's sister, who killed Icestar, their mother. My sister. I fled after her, because I knew that with the abrupt way Dawnstar gained her leadership things would not go well. I tell you this because if this information ever got out, it would mean certain war. Dawnstar never got her revenge as far as I'm aware, and she certainly has not forgotten about Icestar's murder."
For as long as he could remember, he had been deemed an ignorant fool by those around him. Ever since the day he had wanted to give Buckbranch a second chance and allow him into RiverClan. He had always tended to have a different outlook on situations than most cats. However, Pikestar still didn't really know what to call his lack of fear towards the ShadowClan leader. Perhaps he did, deep down, and he just didn't know it. Flamebriar, her own flesh and blood, spoke of her as unstable. The specific word-choice almost made him huff in amusement, but he didn't because she would not understand their reasoning behind it. The Lord of the Waters decided to not comment on her remark, feeling like that was the better option than to utter something idiotic in the midst of it all. Not even a single moment of silence would pass between the two of them, before the calico molly would start to speak again―revealing a second secret to him. It was more stuff that had happened way before their time in the clans, during the great and amazing Lionstar's reign. Mossygrove, otherwise known as Hailstorm, joined RiverClan as well, a bit before herself. The information she told him next caught him off-guard. Icestar was killed by her own daughter? Truthfully all the family titles that Flamebriar told him back-to-back made his head spin, so he hoped he heard that correctly. Oh, stars.
It was no secret that Pikestar wasn't the most well-informed on the clan's past history, especially the details that came before he joined RiverClan. He did know of Icestar, and how she was Dawnstar's mother, but nothing else about that past ShadowClan leader was really known by him. Flamebriar was really filling in more of the blanks in that area of his knowledge bank. Honestly, they loved learning about history and being told these kinds of things, but uh, the topic and the vibe of this whole conversation wasn't really appropriate for excitement, or any positive emotions, for the most part anyway. What had since happened to Hailstorm? He couldn't help but wonder, but felt like questions weren't important right now. "This information is safe with me, Flamebriar, I promise you that." The tall dark-furred leader said, dipping his head to her respectively, "I can only imagine that amount of trust you had to put in me to share this with me. I appreciate that very much, so I swear to you that you won't need to worry. You and Marigoldleap are safe in RiverClan."
Smokepaw nervously walked into Pikestar's den. "UHhhhh, Mr Pikestar sir? River Lord? Can I come in please?"
Once the young RiverClan apprentice strolled into his den without announcing his presence or awaiting permission to enter, Pikestar breathed a quiet sigh through his nose. "Mind your manners, Smokepaw," The large RiverClan leader remarked, turning his head to look at the tortoiseshell molly, "Please do remember to wait outside before walking into my den. I value my privacy in here." His tone was neutral, not showing any anger or disappointment. It was just a gentle reminder of what mattered to Pikestar and that was that. The tall dark-grey tomcat turned his body towards Smokepaw so that they could properly address her. "Now then," The leader exclaimed, expressing a smile, "How can I help you?" He quite liked the name she called him: River Lord.
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Beetlekit eyes widened and he nodded excitably, "That would be super pretty Pokestar!! There is so many shiny and pretty shells and rocks that would make your den shiny as well!!" He chirp in joy as his ears perked up in joy at through of his shell being able to on the wall of Pokestar's den!!
His tail swished behind him as he thought before chirping, "You can also put some flowers to the walls as well, you can make those flower crown things!!" he didn't know what flower crowns were exactly because he was born during the transition of leaf-fall to leaf-bare but he's heard of them!
He's always wanted to see pretty flowers but the stinky cold weather had killed them all, "What do flowers look like Pokestar? I never got to see any the snow came in!" Pokestar should know what they are! He's been able to leave the camp and go into the big Rivercat play area!
"You think so?" The tall RiverClan leader remarked, flashing a genuinely pleased smile, "Maybe you could come and help me gather the shells once you become an apprentice, eh? Would you like that?" The idea of making his den a more lived-in space instead of the barren depression shack it was now delighted Pikestar very much so. Perhaps he should gather a bunch of the clan's kittens and apprentices together and do something with that. Hmm, now there was an idea he could work with in the future. The mighty RiverClan leader would need to think on it more before spurring it into action, and then perhaps get some help from one of the queens. Decisions, decisions... but fun ones, nonetheless, that could boost some spirits around here. Pikestar was always looking for ways to get closer to those in RiverClan, and perhaps some events where they spent time with the younger clanmates would help that.
Before the long-haired oriental tom could even allow his own thoughts to wander much beyond that frame of mind, his little Beetlebug would speak up with another fantastic idea. "Flowers, hm?" Pikestar murmured, glancing around at various parts of his den, trying to imagine the scene decorated with colorful flowers. "It is rather close to Newleaf now, which means new flowers will be popping up around here any day now. You might be onto something, bug!" Flowers were always one of his favorite things to see with the approaching season. It would certainly bring some color into this dreary place, without a doubt. The inquisitive black-and-white kitten would soon ask the dark-furred tomcat more about flowers, and what they looked like. "All flowers tend to come in many shapes, sizes and colors. Reds, blues, yellows, whites and purples... You name it!" Pikestar would explain with a chuckle, "They can also tend to have many sweet smells. Some even have healing magic, like marigolds and chamomiles." This made the lord more excited for spring.
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Bluefang listened carefully to Pikestar and nodded. "Ah, I get it now. I thought it was something important. Here you go, Bouncepaw." The white-furred tomcat carefully dropped the necklace around his apprentice's neck, the black string getting swallowed almost completely by the fur. He then turned to Pikestar again. "But if this is Twoleg stuff, that means that Twolegs could be invading RiverClan territory. We should be careful. I apologize if we disturbed you, Pikestar. Is there anything else you want to talk about before we go?" The young RiverClan warrior asked.
The dark-furred RiverClan leader watched in silence as Bluefang took the twoleg necklace and carefully put it around Bouncepaw's neck, making him hum thoughtfully. He couldn't help but wonder how the rest of his peers would react to the youth wearing something like that, but Pikestar decided to not bother himself with that unless it became a problem. However, that reminded him of something important. "Make sure to be careful where you wear it. I have seen kittypets get their collars snagged on stuff before and cause some injury, I'm sure this thing could do the same damage if not treated with caution." The last thing he needed to worry about was Bouncepaw getting caught by a bush or stray tree branch when he was hunting, or worse: running from a dangerous animal or enemy warrior. His tufted ears twitched to Bluefang's concerns, but he shook his head. "I'm sure there would be many more reports of twolegs in the area if that were the case, but if it'll ease your mind, I'll check for twolegs when doing my daily rounds of the borders."
"But I do share your sentiment of being careful, please do." The Lord of the Waters remarked, looking at both tomcats for a moment, "And you two never disturb me, don't worry. We have nothing more to discuss. Be gone with you hooligans," Pikestar dismissed them with a light-hearted laugh. "Have a good rest of your day. Be safe, and take care, alright?" With that, the oriental longhair would turn away from them, tending to something else.
Still favoring his healing leg, the RiverClan warrior ducked into the den and took a seat. He tucked his tail neatly around his paws in an attempt to hide the severity of the wound, though made no attempt to hide the miraculously-healed scars on his stomach. Beansprout set the shrew gently onto the ground, nudging it toward Pikestar. "You might need this, it's... kind of a long story."
"It was... about a moon and a half ago, I think? There was no moon in the sky, and somehow I got trapped in a massive snowstorm and ended up by a road. Just when I thought I was gonna die, I saw some bright lights, felt myself get lifted into the air and into somewhere warm, and then... nothing." Admittedly, Beansprout didn't remember much from the day he was taken from RiverClan. The memories were oddly fuzzy. "I woke up in some sort of tough den that i couldn't get out of. It was silver and shiny, and one of the walls was like... mesh? It couldn't have been bigger than your den. Some cat told me that I was in an 'Animal Shelter'. That humans were healing me before letting other humans take me to their dens. But... Stars. Once the other cat left and I was alone for days, it was like hell. I had to let the humans touch me to gain their trust, to even have a chance of escaping. It was awful." The small siamese hung his head. After a brief pause to recollect his thoughts, he continued.
"Eventually, I got out of there and was taken to a normal human den. I was stuck there for a few days, but anything was better than that damn place I had left. When I managed to escape that place, I looked at the moon, and it was full. I spent a half-moon with humans." Distinctly recalling the desperation and grief that had consumed him, Beansprout cleared his throat. "After that, I ran into some nasty cats, and one of them gave me these." He stretched a bit to fully reveal the extent of his scars. "I don't know what happened, but I had a weird dream and then woke up, and it was mostly healed. But then I met another cat who really helped me get here. She led me to kind-hearted cats who knew nearly everything about the city, and they took me to where they spotted Wormbite. Looking for... me." He said the last part softly, heart fluttering like a startled bird. "The same cat led me to the edge of the city -- I did get a minor injury in the process, but it's not a big deal." Unlike with the previous injury, Beansprout didn't move his tail to show it to Pikestar. "We... had to part ways. But then, I made it to Cattail Pond and Wormbite found me, and took me home."
With a long exhale, Beansprout stared at the ground for a minute. Then, he looked back up at Pikestar.
"I think being away from RiverClan made me realize how much... more I could be doing. I used to just go on patrols when I was told, maybe wander around the territory on a good day. But I want to do more. I'm going to do more. And I want to say I'm sorry for being gone. I'm sorry that it's only now that I've realized this. I'm sorry I haven't tried my best. But I'm... I'm sorry. For not looking up to you as a leader as much as I should. You have such a difficult job, and I just-- I didn't fully grasp it. I don't know if you remember, but I remember undermining your authority. It's eating me alive right now. And I know it wasn't a huge deal, probably, but still. I... I need to say it."
"I'm sorry."
With the smaller tomcat now inside his den and sat down comfortably where he had chose to do so, the tall dark-furred oriental hesitantly pulled the shrew closer to himself before lowering his body into a laid-down position. He blinked up at Beansprout curiously, intrigued by this mention of a long story that he was about to be told. What adventures had this warrior endured while he was absent from RiverClan? Pikestar could only allow himself to give Beansprout a gentle, but understandable nod as his full and undivided attention was put forth. The mighty Lord of the Waters often had trouble staying focused for long extended periods of time, but he genuinely wanted to listen to what the tomcat wished to tell him. It was an act of trust in his mind, and that mattered to the clan leader more than Pikestar let on. As the story began, he leaned down and took a mouthful of shrew, chewing silently as he listened with perked ears.
It started off with a nasty snowstorm, to which Pikestar remembered well enough, considering it was only a moon or so ago. Beansprout had gotten lost in the merciless winds and cold, which led him to a road. Due to his kittypet father, he was quite well knowledgeable of twolegs and their schemes, so it didn't surprise him much that the warrior had gotten likely scooped up by some in that whole mess. Soon enough came another term he knew well of, which was an Animal Shelter. His mother had warned him to be wary of such places, and to not end up in one. Based on Beansprout's recollection of the awful event, it sounded like absolute torture and Pikestar sympathized with him, not even being able to imagine what that was like. They didn't know what the right thing to do was. Should he say something? Or attempt an act of physical comfort? No, it was best to wait until the end of the story. For now, the lanky RiverClan leader would remain silent and continue to offer both ears to Beansprout at this time. They was terrible with words, but Pikestar was quite good at listening.
Without missing a beat, the tale would continue on, beyond the twoleg's so-called shelter. Pikestar couldn't help but take notice to that specific word that the RiverClan tomcat was using: humans. Goodness, that was certainly a term for twolegs the oriental longhair had not heard nor used in a long time, but he had remembered hearing it used here and there in the twolegplace where he had grown up. Beansprout had spent a half-moon with twolegs, trying to be converted into a kittypet, no doubt. Eventually though, the brave RiverClan siamese managed to escape the clutches of upwalkers... only to run into a some vicious cats. Pikestar's partial blue gaze skimmed over the nasty scars that he'd earned in the process. He forced himself out to wince at them, and would simply keep on listening. Then there was a strange dream and his wounds were somewhat healed. Hm. A stranger would soon come into the scene, who showed Beansprout the way to kinder cats and better knowledge of the city. Another twoleg term. It would all lead the warrior back safely to his home.
For a long moment, there was nothing but silence between the two of them. Beansprout stared at the ground, and Pikestar stared at... well, him. This cat had certainly been through hell and back, there was no mistaking that. The large RiverClan leader wished he could do something to truly help him. More so than just lay here like an idiot. However, before Pikestar would gain the right amount of courage to break the ice, Beansprout lifted his head to look back at him. They would lock eyes then, and the small warrior would continue to speak. He spoke of how this journey made him realize how important RiverClan was to him and how he could be doing so much more. Then came the sorries, so many sorries for all that had happened, for not looking up to him and just not understanding his position for so long. Something about that made Pikestar stand up and step closer to Beansprout, aiming to capture the tomcat into a big hug with his large arms. "I forgive you." The River Lord murmured softly, "I'm so happy that you're back home, where you belong." They meant that genuinely and he wished that Beansprout could be viewed as a friend in his life. These things would take time though and he knew that, but this was a good start, wasn't it? He wasn't used to sincere apologies, but he was thankful for it. "I wish I was better at expressing how grateful I am for this talk."
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Sasha kept hearing words she didn´t understand. What did stranger mean? ¨But the water looks so yucky yucky yucky yucky YUCKY!!!! I can´t see the bottom of it! It could have a dead rabbit! EW!!!!!¨ She screamed. ¨Yea I want to go to the clean river.¨ She said, agreeing with this cat that seemed important. She had no idea what she was doing here. ¨The river is clean right?¨ She asked titling her head. ¨And why do you guys just keep a pile of dead animals? THATS DISGUSTING!¨ She said, making gagging noises. ¨And why does the border smell so stinky! It smells like some cat threw up!¨
Shasha looked around. ¨Ooo this cave is really cozy.¨ She said, bouncing around. ¨And im not a STRANGER. Whatever that is. Im SASHA. Shasha six.¨
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Bluestone ears lowered a little*I'm a complete fish brain...* he thought"oh i didn't think of that, I'm sorry that i came in and bugged you about this, my brain doesn't do well with these kind of situation" he replied then turning to Shasha the tom sighed" shasha the word stranger means your Unfamiliar to us" He said flicking his tailthe tom waited for shasha to calm down*I am certainly taking a nap after this* he thought as he yawned and waited for a response
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Something about the way this kid talked made Pikestar feel like his brain was being knocked around inside his head, hearing her practically scream about how the water was icky and foul. And yet, the river seemed like a far more suitable option for her. Because that made total sense. He had to force himself not to roll his eyes, or sigh loudly. "We eat those dead animals. It's prey. We're not soft kittypets who eat dried-out food pellets like look like rabbit droppings." The Lord of the Waters remarked lowly, finding his patience to be dwindling faster, "And our border smells like that to keep outsiders out of our territory." Pikestar loved kittens most of the time, but this one... great moon above... was testing that love. They watched the kitten bounce around his den, his private and personal space, without a care in the world. This made him sent an irritated glance in Bluestone's direction, but he said nothing as the young molly said her name. "Sasha." He repeated firmly, "Do you have a family or home of some kind that you need our help getting back to?"
At Bluestone's words, Pikestar shook his head and gave a small sigh. "It's fine. I think I just woke up on the wrong side of my nest today." They said simply, long whiskers twitching as they spoke, "She's your responsibility though, since you're the one who brought her here. I hope you know that. I have enough to do these days and the last thing I need is to play babysitter." And if they were out of options, then they would have to get Lilycreek, or maybe even Doeheart, to come help with this. Was this kitten abandoned? Or a simple case of running from home? Pikestar hoped they'd find out soon.
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Reedkit slowly padded into Pikestars' den, her blue eyes flicking to the various shells that adorned the ground, This is so pretty, Pikestar is so lucky! She shook off the thought,
her orange and black fur rippling with the shake. Not what I came here to do. She remembered. "Uhm, Hi, Pikestar?" She mewed, her voice cracking, "I wanted to talk to you, if that's okay?"
Her mind was racing with thoughts, What if, what if, what if...? "So uhm I wanted to talk to you about my name. I don't feel like 'Reed-' really fits me, I mean sure, I'm named after my Orange Fur but I wanted to talk to you about changing my name when I become an apprentice?"
It was the middle of the afternoon, and the tall RiverClan tomcat had slipped away into his den to be alone with his thoughts for a moment―maybe sneak in a small nap too, while he was here. However, before he could even lie down, the sound of a young voice caught his attention. Pikestar turned around to be met with Reedkit, one of RiverClan's older kittens whose apprentice ceremony was quite soon, if they remembered correctly. "Good afternoon to you, Reedkit. Of course! Talk to me about anything you like, I'm mostly ears anyway." A subtle jab at how big his ears were as a poor attempt at a joke to make the kid smile maybe. However, Pikestar could tell that whatever was on the molly's mind was bothering her quite a bit, so they switched off the light-heartedness and became more serious. She soon brought up the fact that she wasn't too comfortable with her name, and wished to change it. Alright, that seemed like an easy fix. Clan cats seemed so up-tight about names and Pikestar didn't understand that at all. "I'd be more than happy to do that if that is what would make you more comfortable." He remarked, giving Reedkit a small, but supportive smile, "What were you thinking of changing it to?"
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After hugging her dad, she felt so much better. So, so much better. She let out a small sigh of relief and looked back at him, listening as he spoke. Yeah, it was the fault of a heartless ShadowClan cat.. It sucked. "I shouldn't have done what I did... I still can't remember what happened and its really stressing me out. I hate having a missing part of my memories." She felt incredibly stressed over the fact part of her mind was missing. Poof. Gone. Her tail swished over the ground as she thought. What if... She tried to find out what happened? She was sure that Dad wouldn't let her, not without him or Gingerfrost accompanying her."I wanna find out what happened. I need to find out what happened." Her voice was still a rasp. Other than the physical scar, she was left with so many issues. Her voice, her mind. Her stress, anxiety. Home was the only place that felt safe anymore.
“No, you shouldn’t have, but it’s happened and there’s nothing either of us can do to change that.” The dark-furred tomcat said, not sugarcoating the reality of the situation. At first, he would’ve liked to think that he had never had the issue of losing a chunk of his own memories, but Pikestar was then reminded of his kithood, and all the terribleness of his parents, and how most of it he hardly could remember anymore. It was not the same as Silverpaw’s situation, and he knew that, but it was also the closest thing he could find to relate to her now. “You mustn’t let something like this stop you from living your life, especially since you’ve been given a second chance.” Easier said than done, but Pikestar didn’t want his daughter to throw away everything she loved and worked hard for to just go away because of this. Death, especially your own, was an unimaginable thing he had yet to go through, so maybe he was a fool for saying this to her, but they just wanted Silverpaw to be happy again someday. She deserved that. Shadepaw had never gotten a chance.
A moment or two passed before she said something that made his heart sink. Find out what happened? Pikestar couldn’t help but think of the danger she’d be putting herself in by wanting such answers. He had just gotten her back, and he could not lose his daughter again! They just could not even fathom that idea. That had happened with Birdpaw time and time again, but the RiverClan tomcat was trying so hard to be better at just being a good father instead of everything else once and awhile. But... it was what Silverpaw wanted. And she had definitely earned the right to answers. They uttered a sigh, knowing the oriental tomcat couldn't said no to her. "What can I do to help you find the answers you want?" Pikestar asked Silverpaw, truly genuine with his words.
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He was tired, and sad for no reason. But he gladly accepted a visit to Pikestars den. He really couldn’t imagine the Riverclan leader dying- he seemed invincible. He gave a soft smile, following Bluefang into the Riverclan lords den. He looked around for Pikestar beside Bluefang. “Hello, Pikestar? Are you in here?” he asked around, his eyes tired and sad. Despite this, he wore a smile
Bluefang was still raging. His apprentice. In love with a rouge. Now the warrior couldn't say they he had done his fair share of rule-breaking, and maybe he was taking this a little too hard, but whatever. It's happening, can't turn back now. "Pikestar. There is something you need to know."
Smokepaw hesitated and dipped her head. "Sorry sir..." she muttered, "I wanted to talk to you because... my mentor... Brindleflower.... she went missing, and when she was still here, she taught me nothing." With a sigh, the smoke tortie continued, "I... wanted a reassignment."
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Sasha tilted her head. But she kept her look as happy as ever. "ooo! What game do you guys play!?" She said, looking down at her itty bitty paws. She tried not to answer The leader's Question about her parents. It hurt her the thought of leaving them behind. But she wanted to feel happy! She wanted everyone to feel happy! But she could still feel the ping of sadness. But she shut it out a few seconds later. "Why are you called Pikestar? And what's a Star? Or a pike?" She asked, looking up at Pikestar.
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The tabby listened to her father, nodding along when she needed to, before they got to part she was honestly dreading; what to do next. She took a deep breath in, let it out and looked her dad in their single eye. "I want to go back to where you found me-my body. I want to do some digging around and some investigating. If they happen to be there, even better." She sat tall and was very nervous about her fathers answer.
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Bluebellcrackle was quiet for several long moments. Perhaps to Pikestar it seemed like she was only leaning on him, but her eyes were screwed shut and she was fighting back a growing lump in her throat. She hated this feeling, this crushing grief and the gripping desire to cling to her dear friend as if he were her only lifeline, but with each passing second it was becoming increasingly difficult to beat back.
Eventually, she pulled away, though she remained close to him. "I would... tell her stories," she murmured softly "of Clan life, whenever I would visit. My father hated hearing them, especially stories of StarClan, but those were always her favorites. I have never been very spiritual, but she- she said that when she died, she would like to join StarClan, so that she could still watch over me." 'My light,' she had called Bluebellcrackle.
The black and white she-cat blinked up at Pikestar. "Do you think that... despite being a kittypet, she made it? That I might see her again?
An unknown amount of time passed the two of them by where they just sat there in silence, with Bluebellcrackle still pressed up against him. He did his best to hold his tongue and not ruin the moment, waiting patiently for his dear friend to say or do something. Pikestar cared for her quite a lot and wanted to do what he could to support her through this terrible time. The loss of family, especially ones you were close with, was an unspeakable trauma that he could not even begin to describe. He had never lost blood-related family in that way before, but the RiverClan tomcat had lost cats extremely close to him. However, everyone dealt with death differently, so Pikestar wouldn't be the kind of cat to say that he knew exactly what she was going through—because in the reality of it all, he didn't. So he did what he could, and just held her close, making sure the molly knew she didn't have to suffer through this alone.
Of course, the silence and the closeness could never last forever. Bluebellcrackle would begin to pull away and he'd automatically let go so that she could move how she wished. He wanted her to be comfortable, even if she didn't really move far away. His large tufted ears perked up to her hushed murmurs of her mother, listening carefully as the marbled she-cat shared with him how she used to tell her mom stories of the clans, and about StarClan as well. Her father hated them, but her mother loved hearing about it. She wanted to go to StarClan when she had died so she could watch over Bluebellcrackle. Soon, his deep blue eye would be met with her own blue eyes as his friend looked up at him, asking Pikestar if her mom had gone to StarClan after she passed.
It didn't take him long to nod his head, a small smile coming to his expression. "I have no doubt that she did." Pikestar assured her with a hushed, yet confident tone, "I've heard stories of cats that weren't clan cats going to StarClan. If she believed in the stars, then I have no reason to believe she'd be anywhere else." He had never seen it personally, but if Bluebellcrackle's mother believed in StarClan enough from all the stories her daughter told her, he truly believed that she rested up in Silverpelt. "You will see her again, Bluebellcrackle, I know so. She's watching over you right now."
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Bouncepaw came into Pikestars den, a cloudy gloom over him. Maybe he could talk to Pikestar? He only really had Pikestar he was close with other than Bluefang, and he didn’t think it was all that appropriate to talk to his own mentor. He knew Pikestar wasn’t a therapist- but he had good advice. “Heya’ Pikestar?” he asked, not wanting to say anymore as he had felt far too drained lately. “Can I-“ he hesitated, ”Can I please talk to you?” he finished, hoping his leader would understand. Even if Pikestar wasn’t his kin, he felt kind of like family. He felt comfortable talking to him.
Towards the back of his den, the large oriental tomcat was still curled up in his nest, fast asleep as a deep snore would escape the leader's parted jaws. It was still rather early in the morning, maybe not for some, but it was for the Lord of the Waters. However, they would soon be awoken by the sound of their name being called. "...Huh?" Pikestar would murmur sleepily, lifting his head from where it had been resting on the soft moss. Flecks of green still clung to his messy dark-grey fur as his partial blue gaze caught the familiar sight of a RiverClan apprentice. "Bouncepaw? Is everything-" A wide yawn broke up his sentence. "-alright?" Pikestar sat up in his nest, ushering the young tom closer with a paw. "You can talk to me about anything you want, kiddo."
Smokepaw hesitated and dipped her head. "Sorry sir..." she muttered, "I wanted to talk to you because... my mentor... Brindleflower.... she went missing, and when she was still here, she taught me nothing." With a sigh, the smoke tortie continued, "I... wanted a reassignment."
"It's alright, kiddo, no harm done." Pikestar assured the young molly with a wave of his paw, "I just wanted to remind you of that for next time." With that said, they could now officially move onto what Smokepaw had actually come to talk to him about in the first place. Thankfully, she did not waste much time before getting right to the business of it. Ah, yes, Brindleflower. She had been one of their clanmates to go missing recently. "As you should, young one." The Lord of the Waters remarked with a firm nod, "It shall be done at our next clanwide meeting. Do you have any preferences with who your new mentor shall be?" Whenever apprentices came to him with these things, he made sure to know what he could do to make things better than before.
The tabby listened to her father, nodding along when she needed to, before they got to part she was honestly dreading; what to do next. She took a deep breath in, let it out and looked her dad in their single eye. "I want to go back to where you found me-my body. I want to do some digging around and some investigating. If they happen to be there, even better." She sat tall and was very nervous about her fathers answer.
As his young daughter listed what she wanted in order for her to find the answers she desired, the tall RiverClan lord nodded gently, listening intently until she was finished speaking. "Alright, but I want you to wait until after your warrior ceremony, which should be right around the corner." Pikestar said, making sure to state his own terms for this venture, "And I will be going with you, obviously. Not that I don't trust you, Silverpaw, I don't trust ShadowClan." He made sure to make that very clear immediately so she wouldn't get the wrong idea about his way of going about this. The last thing he wanted was her to get into any trouble, especially with those cats again. Pikestar silently curled his bushy tail protectively around his daughter, not being able to look her in the eyes for a moment or two. "Do you want to stay here with me tonight? I know you've had a really stressful time since you... came back, and I just want to make sure you feel safe." Was that him being an overprotective father? Maybe, but they just couldn't shake that feeling, that fear... of losing her again. He had lost far too many cats that he cared about, and the thought of being the only one left alive terrified him to his core.
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Ravenkit(small skinny black tom with a white chest and tailtip, has green eyes, currently in RiverClan, no past affiliation/clan, 1 moon old)
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Ravenkit was shaking. Without thinking he squealed when Pikestar picked him up, batting at the black and grey tom's muzzle. "PUT ME DOWN!" he screeched. Realising what he did, he burst into tears. "I'm sorry!! I'm sorry..." the small black tom whimpered, covering himself and curling into a ball when Pikestar put him down. Ravenkit was still quivering and was now trying to leave the leader's nest. He felt lightheaded, and his body moved, swaying and shaking. The kitten vomited onto the floor and then he collapsed.
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Due to past experiences with young kittens, Pikestar had never really had that many issues with handling them or knowing what to do to make them feel better. However, it would come as a devastating shock once Ravenkit practically screamed when the oriental tomcat picked him up. Sharp smacks hit his muzzle and Pikestar could only put the young tomcat down in response, moving slightly away from the kitten. Mere seconds later, it would seem to dawn on the youth what had happened and next thing he knew the kid was crying and whimpering apologies galore, practically shaking like a leaf. Great Moon above, what was he supposed to do? He wanted to help, he truly did, but everything he tried to do was deemed wrong in Ravenkit's eyes. Pikestar could only watch as the small dark-furred kitten scrambled out of the nest, before promptly then vomiting on his den floor and collapsing. His first instinct was to get Fawnlight, or even Stonepaw, but part of him wanted to solve this on his own. The skinny kitten's reaction seemed due to stress rather than sickness.
The Lord of the Waters was quite familiar with that. Silently, he would stand up from his nest and then step out of it, leaning down and grabbing a piece of his bed before roughly ripping a part of it off. Once that was done, he would flatten it out on his den's floor, attempting to make a tiny makeshift bed for the kid. Once that was done, he would gently nose Ravenkit into said nest and leave him there as he worked on cleaning up the mess they'd made. Using yet another piece of moss from his bed, Pikestar wiped up the spill and then disposed of it outside before returning inside. From that point on, the large fluffy tomcat would lay back down in his bed, tucking his paws underneath him. Shifting his big bushy tail so that it gently rested over Ravenkit nearby, Pikestar would silently lay there with him. They wanted the kitten to be alright. Perhaps he just needed a much more delicate approach. What more could be done?
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(This is a different interaction, a few days after the previous one with the necklace, just to let you know)
Bluefang was still raging. His apprentice. In love with a rouge. Now the warrior couldn't say they he had done his fair share of rule-breaking, and maybe he was taking this a little too hard, but whatever. It's happening, can't turn back now. "Pikestar. There is something you need to know."
Sooner than expected, both Bluefang and Bouncepaw were back to speak with him in his den. What was it now? Pikestar heaved himself to his paws and turned to greet the two at his version of front door. The young apprentice worn a tired smile, seemingly happy to be here, but Bluefang on the other paw... did not look happy. After being his mentor for many moons, the Lord of the Waters was familiar with his once-apprentice's sensitive temper, but it seemed to be directed towards Bouncepaw and that felt odd. The last time they were here, the two of them seemed close and happy together as mere mentor and student. Now that relationship was visibly tense and Pikestar felt a tad anxious, but regardless, the tall oriental dipped his head respectfully to them both.
"Hello again, boys. Come in." Pikestar greeted Bluefang and Bouncepaw simply, before retreating back into the depths of his den, "What, pray tell, has brought you to my den today?" He didn't waste a moment getting down into whatever was happening here. The RiverClan leader was a busy cat and he didn't have time to be disturbed in his den every moment of every single day. However, he lacked the heart to tell either of them elsewise because the two tomcats were like family to Pikestar in a weird way. Bluefang was like a younger brother, and Bouncepaw was..... well, he felt like a nephew, to be honest.
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Bouncepaw looked at his leader, a large worm of anxiety in his stomach. He ha do to tell him. “Pikestar- what do you think of rouges? Rouges my age?” he asked, his blue eyes shining with worry. He needed to tell Pikestar about Cherry. He waited for a reply before asking again, “What would you do if I was friends with one?” the words came out as if he were trying to speak with tangled vocal cords
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