Snapping her head around as a new voice spoke, Orchidkit's heather blue hues sharpened with interest as trinkets from the beach entered her range of sight. Shells? She'd never encounter such pretty little things before so she certainly wanted to inspect them and have one of her own, afterall she was the most intelligent kit in the nursery.
Padding swiftly over from where she was grooming her fur, the young kit didn't bother to say hello to the two cats who'd brought the things and immediately went to picking her choice. The shiny things certainly caught her eye such as the blue shell and the green stone so, before anyone else could protest, she snatched them up with a slim charcoal paw and gazed at them in satisfaction. A fine start to her collection.
Turning her cold gaze to Ripplepelt and Adderpaw she looked at them with slight expectance "More" her first words since birth and they had absolute confidence in them .This wasn’t a request it was a demand and she wouldn't take no for an answer.
♡ r i p p l e p e l t she/her - 120 moons - RiverClan - lesbian - tags; @TheLostAmongTheStars ____________________________________
Ripplepelt held back her amusement at the kit's demands.
"Now, hang on a moment," she mewed firmly to Orchidkit, putting a paw over the remaining trinkets. "These are for all of the kits in the nursery. We'll hang them up where everyone can see them. If you take two all for yourself, then there's only two left, and many more kits than that."
Magpie’s ears perk in response to someones saying something about lionsomething and decorating; two words he had never heard about or rarely did. Upon closer inspection after the kit arrived at the items he realized something that made him gasp woooaa…! Shiny shiny thingy….sniff sniff…what is it..? What are these? Where did they say they got these again?? Lionbeach or whatever?? Shiny things…things Magpiekit never saw before…or maybe he did he just forgot about them... he kind of dunno right now but he kept inspecting the weird shiny things. Not like the pebbles he played with…these things..they’re shiny! Completely forgetting that these are for decorating, he wanted the weird snail thing to keep! It looked cool!! And he liked cool things! He also wanted the stone but Orchidkit wanted it too! Urgh!
His hazel gaze turned to the older cat; but….can’t he just take one of them?? Just one little shiny thingy? The kit tried to reach out for the weird snail shell, wanting it for himself. There’s all these weird colors on it…weird colors he had never seen before…what makes it do that?? Why is it changing colors everytime he looks at it differently????
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
She does not speak on the way home, partially because of the kit in her maw, and partially not to ruin the somber sanctity of the moment. She does not cry. And she feels horrible for it, but she does not cry for the loss of her brother's life... too detached from what's going on to register the emotional weight of losing someone she had considered close to her. It would hit her later, she's sure of that, at night when she's in her den, being guarded by who knows that NightSpark had assigned to guard her. They would hear her weeping then and, if they were smart, they wouldn't bother her about it. They would leave her to her grieving. They would not speak of it the next day. They would not pity not coddle her.
Pawsteps heavy, her and Brackenfire carry the corpse into camp and, once they've reached the center, she gently swipes her own tail over the queens, signaling that here was far enough. She drops Wingkit first, and then, gently, reverently, she lowers herself to the ground and allows the body of her medicine cat, her brother, to rest there. For a moment she does nothing but stare at his body, ears low and tail limp. She feels so defeated... like there is no air left for her to breathe, but she musters the strength to take a deep breath before she informs the clan of what happened.
"Falconfeather is dead!" She calls out to the clan, and she's shocked at how... business-like her voice sounds. Like she's just stating a fact. This isn't the way she'd normally respond to this. She wanted the clan to know she was upset by this, but she could not translate the sorrow in her eyes and in her heart into her voice too. "He was gathering herbs and stole from ShadowClan's side of the border. He was found and killed for this transgression. No one is to go picking a fight over this... ShadowClan was merely defending their borders. This was not an attack meant to provoke or antagonize us. Although... with his death, that leaves Tansypaw alone in the medicine den."'Not that it makes much difference...' she added ruefully in her head, still pissed at Falconfeather for abandoning his apprentice and his duties to the clan. "Until StarClan grants her her full name, should any of you have herbal knowledge, please help her where you can."
Her piece said, Larkstar crouches down and pushes her nose into her brothers cold fur for a moment, breathing in the last of his scent - tainted by blood and ShadowClan as it may be - before beginning to lick clean his fur of the blood, trying in vain to hide the evidence of how he had died.
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[ Larkstar has announced a death! Feel free to have your cats react accordingly ]
By the time they had reached camp, most of his energy had left him in the mad scramble to be released. Once his paws landed back onto the clearing, Wingkit sunk beside his aunt and pressed his nose into the fur of his father. He felt angry. He felt sad. He felt overwhelmed. All of these weird and uncomfortable emotions only made him burrow further into the pelt of his father (and perhaps maybe... a smidge closer to his aunt). Everything else in the clearing - Larkstar's call, the shock waves that would surely ripple through came - was ignored in favor of one last night with his dad.
┃Fogkit
┗ he/him | 4 moons | albino | tags; -
Fogkit jumps and peeks into the clearing, spotting Wingkit first and Larkstar second. And the dead medicine cat third. He shudders and retreats back into the den, but hesitates. Should he- do something? Can he? Wingkit probably wants to be alone. He doesn’t know all of what death is, but he does know it’s painful and the dead cat never comes back after the elders take them away for burial. He doesn’t understand why it happened, though.
Fogkit stares, unsure if he should run… or help… or stay exactly where he is.
Adderpaw
Determined, Loyal, Lawful Good
“One day I’ll know the words to ease your heart.”
Hearing her leader call out, Adderpaw looked over to see what was going on. Adderpaw wanted to believe that she misheard what Larkstar said but it only took a glance to see that she heard her right. Falconfeather but how..? Then she heard the reason. This was another case of chaos coming up but her stomach turned uneasily. This wasn't a time to be angry at chaos but a time to mourn for a foolish decision. What made things worse for Adderpaw was that she couldn't think of a black and white side of this, she just couldn't be enraged by Shadowclan and there had to be a reason Falconfeather thought that he could grab these herbs real quick. Maybe the clan was out and he couldn't find this herb anywhere and a sickly or deeply wounded cat needed it desperately. Then she wondered why herbs should be restricted in such a way anyways? As long as it was just purely herb collecting missions and nothing else why should life saving medicine be denied.
Adderpaw had never spoken to Falconfeather but she still wanted to respect the fallen medicine cat. She did not know how long he had served the clan but he was a medicine cat that had cared for many cats. She walked up to the fallen tom and gave him a quick lick behind the ear and whispered to it. "Thank you for all you did in this clan, I hope you can enjoy your time in Starclan. You will be deeply missed". Adderpaw wanted to say something to Larkstar but she didn't know what to say to her. This wasn't something that Adderpaw was trained well in. If being a shoulder to cry on or someone to say something to help ease a broken heart was part of becoming a warrior Adderpaw felt like she'd never be a warrior. Maybe just say something.
"I'm sorry, Larkstar" She said softly.
At one point Adderpaw had heard rumors that Falconfeather 'helped' Larkstar make up a plan to kill the previous leader, Gingerstar, so she could be the leader. If there was going to be one good thing that could potentially happen from this was that people would stop thinking that was true or at least forget about it. It felt like a terrible thing to think about, nothing was a good thing about the death of a loved one. Maybe other cats who were scared before would now try to rise against Larkstar since her 'co-conspirator' was dead. Adderpaw gave Larkstar a worried look for a moment before she quickly looked away and walked off realizing the look she gave. @FrostyGalaxy
♡ r i p p l e p e l t she/her - 120 moons - RiverClan - lesbian ____________________________________
Ripplepelt's heart dropped as Larkstar came into camp, Falconfeather's body in tow. Death, for a medicine cat border crossing? she thought in disbelief. Still, she shouldn't be surprised. It wasn't like Dawnstar was known for her leniency. Falconfeather would have known that - it had been a foolish thing to do, and an even more foolish thing to die for.
Her thoughts drifted to poor Tansypaw. What a trio they made - Larkstar, Birdsong, and Tansypaw, all so young to be put in the positions they were in. It put RiverClan in a vulnerable position, especially during leaf-bare. Ripplepelt wasn't one for violence, but ThunderClan had provoked them, stealing Cattail Pond - perhaps it was time for a show of strength to keep the other clans at bay.
She left the grieving for cats who had known Falconfeather personally, settling back down. If tensions weren't so high, another clan's medicine cat might have given Tansypaw the help she needed, but as it was, she hoped StarClan would train her.
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Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue [Perm] 35(?)/100
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Fishpaw was feeling particularly problematic today. It was as if there was a disturbance in the balance of the forest that really just resonated with him. Surely, something was about to go down.
Of course, he felt that it’d be inevitable, given the nature of many of his clanmates. They were lazy, stupid, and most of all incompetent. Surely one could be stupid but competent? Or lazy but smart? But no. They somehow managed to choose not just one struggle, but three. He had to admit, one had to be a special kind of talented to pull that off – though not in a good way.
When Larkwing came in with the corpse of her brother, the medicine cat, it was hardly surprising. Honestly, he was more surprised by the fact that Featherbrain had even still been alive in the first place. The tom’s presence had been basically none existent for the last moon, and he had assumed that he’d gone an died quietly somewhere. Of course, he had to make a big fuss about it and get killed by ShadowClan like an idiot. Ugh. He’d have loved to use this as an opportunity to convince Larkleader to mount some kind of counter, or demand retribution, but it was that idiotic tom who was at fault this time.
Stupid Falconbutt.
Anyways, Fishpaw meandered over at a slow pace, a look of disapproval taking over his features. ”Dumbass.” he grumbled under his breath as he approached and looked at the mess of a corpse. Blood was everywhere. To be expected of course, as a ShadowClan warrior had gotten to him, but it didn’t make it any less unsettling.
The small tom took up a spot on one side of the clan’s “leader” and sat down silently. He had half a mind to openly insult the deceased cat, but he figured that the thoughts swirling in his mind were a bit too foul for the current occasion. Perhaps another time. He leaned in close, lowering his voice to a whisper before saying ”You’re doing good, however, this does not bode well for you nor the clan. Keep a close eye on our other clanmates during this, see how they react towards you and the news of your brother’s death.” A warning, one he felt was much needed. That was one cat that Larkwing had in her corner, gone. It was one less cat she had supporting her at the moment. ”Also, we must bolster our strength during these colder moons. The other clans will take this as a weakness and we will once again be a target,” he suggested, voice silent and ominous. Honestly, he didn’t care how the young leader interpreted his words, he just didn’t want to be caught unawares with a baby medicine cat in charge of healing the clan and a punch of oafs lazing about. Perhaps he should give a speech in her stead? Surely he'd be able to make it believable enough...
Ripples of shock surged through him as the word echoed across the clearing. What...? He couldn’t have heard right could he... h-his brother couldn’t be dead...but as he turned around and saw Falconfeather's familiar silver fur, Falconflight couldn't deny it anymore...his brother...was dead...just like that gone and he hadn't even got to say goodbye..
"No, no, no!" the cry erupted from his maw as he immediately raced over and plopped himself beside Larkstar. He buried his face in the medicine cat's bloodstained pelt, tears streaming like a river from his usually bright orange eyes. He'd never felt like this before...so distraught, so distressed, so...sad, it was new and he hated feeling like this he wanted it all to go away, Falconfeather to just spring back up onto his paws and be alright...but that'd never happen and, in his way of seeing it, it was all because of Shadowclan.
Sobbing quietly, a millon thoughts ran through the grey tabby's head and they all were to do with the ones who'd been responsible for his murder They did this They're fox-hearts, he never did anything! It was an accident! though Lark had said he trespassed the warrior couldn’t help blaming the Shadowclanners, Falconfeather would never trespass on purpose right? They were obviously liars! They must've lured him!
Not moving his teary gaze but angling his ears towards Lark he decided to make his suspicions known "Lark...i-it wasn't his fault...S-Shadowclan must've t-tricked him, h-he would never..." he broke off, cringing out how croaky and weak his voice sounded; he was supposed to be confident and strong!...why wasn't he acting like it...? This was a time of mourning for his family...but it shouldn’t have been...it should've been Shadowclan who paided the price! And if Starclan was so cruel that someone had to die could it at least have been him instead! He would've swapped places with his brother in a heartbeat! Afterall he wasn't important...he wasn't a high-rank...he was just a warrior...nothing more...but this wasn’t a time to be sorry for himself it was time for revenge and...actually mabye it was just a funeral for a cat who's life had been taken far to soon whether it was deserved or not.
Re: Kit Burrow
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