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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting]

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TEAM RIVERCLAN

crescendo

Warrior

"they're not worth you"

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] May 17, 2016 0:30:13 GMT

Post by crescendo on May 17, 2016 0:30:13 GMT

#DEPUTY CEREMONY

720 WORDS

BY MINNIE OF GS

so say, "geronimo!" say, "geronimo!"

Whew, okay, this isn’t so bad… Duckstar thought, peering below. The Clan seemed so far away and it was a little disquieting to see a sudden strange distance yawning between them. Not just physically, since—y’know—she was on a big rock. But emotionally as well. She’d somehow pulled ahead of them and now here she was, their Clan leader. About to change the face of their Clan in the eyes of every other for the next coming moons. About to name their deputy and begin pushing RiverClan forward with her own little flair.

Some part of her was terrified, but another was actually sort of excited. Not in a greedy sense, just in the sense that it was going to be quite the experience. She knew this wasn’t going to be “fun” but she had the feeling it’d be the most rewarding thing she’d ever done for RiverClan yet. That nothing would compare to giving her life and service to her Clan as its leader—and knowing strongly that there were warriors that backed her too.

Some will take some convincing though, Duckstar thought with a twitch of her ears. She’d heard the protests after all. There was bound to be dissent. One pawstep at a time, she could do this. The she-cat took a steadying breath, and focused pale green eyes on the clearing below. Duckstar glanced in the direction of Hollykit, relieved that the young kit was there—along with her kin.

Warriors milled about and she found herself trying to pick out their familiar faces—and was immensely relieved when her choice for deputy was definitely present. The she-cat’s heart hammered in her throat. That was a risk in and of itself, especially considering the allegations against her. However, Duckstar couldn’t deny that she was inexperienced. She needed to have some cat that was older than her, that had—perhaps—commanded respect in the Clan once before.

She would not allow herself to doubt him. If she did so then the Clan would follow her into the same feelings. Duckstar closed her eyes, steadying herself for a heartbeat before flashing them open. She found her pale green gaze on Sootdash—Why not choose him for deputy? Urk, duh. Because you’ve already picked. Sootdash is a great cat, but he’s not your deputy.—and she dipped her head to him gratefully. At least she knew that some warriors would, without a doubt, stand by her side. Sharpfrost was likely in the same stance as Sootdash on the matter.

Duckstar waited a few heartbeats for things to settle, before squared her shoulders and stood a little taller. With a flick of her tail she cleared her throat, “We’ve got a bit to cover tonight! As you all know, I traveled with Magpiethorn to the Moonstone to be in the leadership ceremony. Before I continue, I’d like to thank him for his service to RiverClan as its nothing to sniff at. Thank you Magpiethorn, for all you’ve done for RiverClan.”

The she-cat’s tone was undeniably warm. She was grateful to him, even if she’d been thrust into this position with little training or warning. It would have been nice to at least serve as his deputy for a bit before she had to stand before the Clan in such a way. But that was in the past, she would look to the future.

"I'm here to serve as your new leader, and even though they're big paws to fill I'll not give up, you can count on it! I’ll be looking to all of you for your loyalty and support in the coming moons. It’s a big change, but we’re RiverClan! We got this,” Duckstar purred with delight. She nodded seriously. “So now that that’s outta the way, time for the important parts.”

The she-cat took a breath that swelled her chest. It felt as though her heart was going to burst for a few moments, but this would be fine. She believed in her choice, as long as she trusted in him then everything would be alright. She had to believe that.

“I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our ancestors may hear and approve my choice,” Duckstar meowed solemnly. The words tasted even more foreign than the summons, these were so professional, but of course she was respecting her ancestors with them. Her green eyes flicked to Sootdash’s face again, briefly, before she lifted her gaze to the stars above and called out steadily, “The new deputy of RiverClan will be Whitewater!”

Duckstar turned her head down so that she could look at the tom she’d chosen. Whitewater may have stepped down with a hope of gaining more experience, but she hoped that—in the face of her own recent promotion—it would be clear to him just how valuable what experience he held would be to her. This is the right choice. I know this is the right choice. She felt a flair of undeniable confidence.

TAGGED FOR; riverclan, just atlanta., skyy and her socks because duck kept making eyes at sootdash lmfao

NOTES; okay! got that bit done, the apprentice ceremony will follow shortly after <3

can you feel my love? bombs away!

is it thursday yet ?

art credit @suites on tumblr

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] May 17, 2016 20:43:58 GMT

Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 20:43:58 GMT

the clearing was buzzing with half-hearted excitement, heads turning as the tabby figure breached riverclan's camp. for someone whom had walked within this camp for many moons, it was as if the she-cat was re-entering as a transformed being. duckstar was among them at last. she had been gone longer than nettleheart would have liked, no doubt an ailment of that demented leg - a camp with no leader nor deputy in its place. yet somehow the new leader's return was no more reassuring as it had been when she left.

it seemed like it had been a single heart beat, from when duckstep had been announced as magpiestar's deputy, to his retirement. the former was surprising enough - duckstep was young and inexperienced. nettleheart had accepted all of magpiestar's decisions religiously, for he had had leadership for most of the medicine cat's life. there had been rumours that magpiestar was becoming too old and unreliable with age. the medicine cat had bucked them profusely, but now... now he wasn't so sure. to announce such a young warrior as deputy, and then to resign leadership immediately following - it was unheard of! nettleheart had wanted to yowl and caterwaul in protest. duckstep was too young! too inexperienced with not even a trained apprentice to her name! she had no inkling of leadership, and not would too be robbed of the experience of commanding patrols and organizing the clan as a deputy should. surely magpiethorn knew better than that.

but there was no going back. no changing what had been done. duckstep accepted her responsibilities dutifully, and set out immediately to communicate with their warrior ancestors. would starclan protest the old leader's decision as well? the she-cat return as duckstar answered that question for him. nettleheart eyes narrowed into venous emerald orbs as the tabby emerged within the clearing, he watched as she hobbled toward pebblerock, and then upon it, magpiestar's perch. the words that tumbled into the clearing, summoning riverclan in their wake, sounded alien and foreign to the medicine cat's ears.

nettleheart emerged from with prowl within the shadow's of the medicine cat den, scarcely aware and refusing to listen to the curious and excited mews that flickered around him. he squared his broach shoulders toward the leader, and furled a coon-ringed tail around large and lethal paws. green eyes fixed upon the she-cat, awaiting and expectant of what was to come. this is your first decision as leader, duckstar. show us what you're worth. no doubt, the test would follow.

she began with the trivial, addressing to trip to mothermouth, and her new rank within the clan. she thanked magpiethorn for his many moons of service, something which nettleheart could not fault. his whiskers quivered as she began to pledge of the clan, his claws flexed into the soft earth under paw. we shall see, the kind of leader you make. at last, the newfound leader announced her deputy. whitewater. nettleheart froze, green eyes flickered to the magnificent white warrior. she chose the very warrior whom had denied magpiethorn the position before - on grounds of experience no less. did duckstar believe he had what it took now to be a leader? did he believe that? nettleheart revealed no warmth in duckstar's choice.

he sat very still, green eyes narrowed into the bright form that was whitewater. the medicine cat did not chant or rejoice this choice - who was to say the tom even wanted what he'd previously refused?

Last Edit: May 17, 2016 20:45:09 GMT by Deleted

TEAM RIVERCLAN

just atlanta.

Warrior

"can you move your seat up?" "no"

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] May 17, 2016 23:47:22 GMT

Post by just atlanta. on May 17, 2016 23:47:22 GMT

whitewater

When the newly-named leader began her inaugural address, a good number of the Clan had already gathered, and they, like Whitewater, were peering curiously up at the young she-cat as she spoke. Her voice was warm and strong, but peppy and cheerful, almost like she were trying to rally the spirits of a group of downtrodden apprentices rather than addressing her Clan. Even so, the white tom felt his spirits lifted from the trench they had been festering in for the past few days after Magpiethorn’s resignation – Duckstar’s mood was infectious, and it planted a small sapling of hope in the recesses of Whitewater’s heart. She was no solemn and stately Magpiestar, that much was for certain, but with this positivity and some effort, they would be able to put RiverClan back up on its’ feet again.

The she-cat carried on her with speech, taking the time to graciously thank Magpiethorn for his service to Clan as its leader, and Whitewater couldn’t agree more, though he couldn’t help but cast his eyes regretfully down at his paws; he had had his chance to serve the Clan in the greatest capacity, but he had turned it down, left his post…he wouldn’t be surprised if some thought that it was his fault they were in this mess. Had he stayed, RiverClan would have had at least a deputy to take up the mantle, a second-in-command to turn to, and not this hurried passing of the torch to the candidate Magpiethorn had deemed to be the best. But could he have been counted upon to lead them, anyways? His throat constricted nervously, and had it not been the least humorous situation he had ever experienced, he would have had to laugh – the last time he had gotten choked up over anything was seasons upon seasons ago, when he wore a younger skin and was untried by life’s terrible experiences. And here he was now, about to lose his composure in the middle of a meeting just because Duckstar had mentioned a bloody name. I’m sorry, Magpiethorn.

He had no expectations – he had been given his chance, and he had thrown it away. So when Duckstar made the announcement, it took him a moment to realize that it was his name she had spoken, his name echoing around the otherwise silent camp. The fur on his shoulders bristled with surprise, and for a heartbeat, he wondered whether or not he had passed out and smacked his head against a stone…because surely she couldn’t have appointed him to be her right hand. But there she was, gazing down at him expectantly with a confidence he couldn’t quite muster up in himself. But how? Why?

For the sake of the Clan, he quickly masked his shock into a stoic expression – RiverClan had already been through enough upheaval in the ranks without adding in a bewildered old deputy into the mix. Rising carefully to his feet, he picked his way to the front of the assembled cats, turning over this new revelation in his mind. Before, he hadn’t felt ready, had balked at the task of one day filling Magpiethorn’s sizeable place whenever the old cat went to hunt with StarClan. His legacy, while grand and inspiring, had also been intimidating. How could he have ever led the Clan like him? Memories of failures past had echoed back from across the years, tattering the edges of his dreams and weighing him down in the waking world. He hadn’t been ready. He had been afraid. But could he afford to be afraid now? The Clan needed steady leadership, they needed cats they could depend on. So much change had rippled through the ranks these past seasons – too much. He couldn’t leave Duckstar to select another deputy. He had to do this for his Clan. No backing out now.

In the shadow of Duckstar and the Pebblerock, he paused. Inhaled. Turned.

“Cats of RiverClan,” he began solemnly, his voice mild but projecting out over the gathered ranks. “I am honored to receive this second chance.” There was no point in trying to cover up his first botched attempt – there wasn’t any cat in the whole Clan who didn’t know of it. “Before, I doubted, but now I am sure. The Clan has no room for hesitation or second-guessing now – you have my word that I will not step down from this position. And I will do everything within my power to ensure that I can be the deputy you all need and deserve.” His eyes flickered over the gathering, wondering if he would see doubt or disdain in the eyes he met. And could he blame them if he did?

PIXELS BY DIZZY

lord wolfscream✰

Warrior

☆ THE WHITE WOLF ☆

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] May 18, 2016 5:56:29 GMT

Post by lord wolfscream✰ on May 18, 2016 5:56:29 GMT

    The growing camaraderie between the massing group of young cats makes Fruitpaw’s bi-colored tail wave in contentment; it feels good to be surrounded by so many peers, and moreso that they are all willing to pitch in to support Hollykit when she needs it most. She returns Bearpaw’s lopsided smile with a meaningful, quick nod of her head, odd-colored eyes shining brightly. Between Mushroompaw and Littlepaw, she knows what it’s like to feel a natural bond towards one’s kin, but then she thinks of Brookpaw and the contempt that bleeds from her at a near-constant rate.

    Well, she wouldn’t let it bother her, Fruitpaw dismissing the line of thought with a flicker of her whiskers. Besides! At least, her remaining two siblings are much more amiable.

    The chatter dies down as Duckstar begins to speak, the medicine cat apprentice briefly finding the hulking tabby body of her mentor. She tilts her head, watching him carefully and gauging his reaction. It had been difficult to discern Nettleheart’s normal grumpy from his grumpier than usual, but by the twitch of his deep, green eyes and the beginnings of a curl on his lip that the following reveal of the new deputy is—oh, Whitewater!

    Irises of sunshine and newleaf sprigs flash to the great, alabaster warrior in question. In truth, Fruitpaw knows little about him other than that he had stepped down from his position as deputy some time ago. If she’s being honest, the actual decision sits fairly neutral with her, but the fact that StarClan hadn’t sent her a vision or dream or anything to even key her in that Whitewater would be reinstated as deputy has her shooting a look up at the endless, blue sky like, please tell me how you lot are prioritizing what is and what isn’t need-to-know information?

    Perhaps she should be grateful she even had the whole sit-in on Duckstar being made leader, even if her front-row seat in the stars had been less than desirable.

alee with hollykit, skyy and her socks with bearpaw and @lost with nettleheart

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He snorts in an unexpectedly loud way at her question, so much so the candor of it almost makes him follow up with an all-out laugh. The warrior opts to glance at her fully, restraining his sardonic amusement to nothing more than a twitching half-grin. “‘Afraid not.” He rumbles, wanting to add something like, the last thing I need is the whole Clan depending on me.

Whitewolf intends to further the conversation, potentially reversing her inquiry, but a bouncing shape all but captures his complete attention as his apprentice comes into his scope of view. With identical but shorter white and calico fur, Shellpaw’s flank brushes his. Originally, at the beginning of their relationship, he may have shrank away from the gesture. Now, though, being familiar with her idiosyncrasies as well as really too tired to care, Whitewolf waves his tail in acknowledgement to the greeting.

The problem with Shellpaw is that she probably couldn’t find a bad bone in somecat’s body even if it was broken and jutting out from the skin in plain, gory sight. Not to say that Duckstar is bad by any means, but there are more problems with her being leader than Whitewolf could count on his toes—he’s just too exhausted to list them.

The cats of RiverClan grow quiet as their new leader begins the formalities, and… he cannot help but feel a knot of anxiety in his gut. Speckledwing’s words echo in his mind, “Any aspirations towards being her right hand cat, Whitewolf?” Certainly he is more than qualified, really, given experience and age and ability, but Whitewolf hadn't really, especially as of late, given it much thought. Doing so well on his own and rather liking to keep it that way as much as he could in Clan life, rising past the rank of warrior had never been a thought nor a want of his. Golden irises sharpen, and a brow raises as he shoots Speckledwing a look as if to say, “‘Know something I don’t?”

But then, the name Whitewater leaves Duckstar’s maw, and he can breathe again.

Though, for about half of that name, he could have very well been worried for his sanity.

Whitewolf views the doppelgänger warrior—deputy placidly, paying him mind with his gaze enough to pay respect but other than that, little emotion passes through him visibly. The rise and fall of authority in RiverClan is tiring to think of let alone witness; only time would tell if Whitewater is truly ready to be their second-in-command.

just atlanta. with speckledwing and whitewater, feeling kinda blue with shellpaw

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Last Edit: May 18, 2016 6:01:54 GMT by lord wolfscream✰

toxic.xXx

Apprentice

killer of cboxs

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] May 18, 2016 21:48:04 GMT

Post by toxic.xXx on May 18, 2016 21:48:04 GMT

hey young blood

doesn't it feel like our time is running out?

a sensation like none other played deep within the bi-coloured toms gut as he waited anxiously for duckstar to return home from her trip. he knew that she was bound by the warrior code to name a deputy by moonhigh, and his constant glances up to the cornucopia of colours in the sky was making him worry. it was a long trip to the stones where duckstar would’ve shared tongues with starclan but surely she should’ve arrived back to the camp by now? he was seated outside of the warriors den, too nervous to sleep even for the few winks that he might have gotten. birchfrost secretly wished that he had been on guard duty so that he had a valid reason for looking like a kit waiting for his apprentice ceremony. anxiety wafted off his pelt – one emotion that he had always been poor at hiding – and he had to concentrate very hard on not scuffing the camp floor with his paws. the tip of his white tail flicked the ground in a rhythm, a technique he used to calm his beating heart and as soon as the scent of duckstar wafted over the camp, the tom rose to his paws. he watched her with quiet eyes as she made her way to the pebblerock, holding his breath as she gathered her hind quarters and sprang to the perch. he waited for her summoning and as soon as the words left her mouth, he approached.

he seated himself towards the back of the clearing -his preferred place so that he could see everyone- and wrapped his tail snugly around his paws. his gaze wandered over to duskfeather, and then hollykit grooming her already impeccable pelt. not a moment later he caught the sight of fruitpaw making her way over to the kit, and a shadow of happiness played in his pale orbs. many more cats poured in, some groggy from sleep, others as alert as him. birchfrost scanned the space beneath the pebblerock with curiosity, wondering who duckstar would name as her deputy. there was no shadow of a doubt that it wouldn’t be him – he was far too closed off and introverted to be successful as deputy. the thought absolved him of some worry, but not enough to calm his breathing and the beating of his heart. there were so many able-bodied warriors that would make a fine deputy to duckstar, but there were others that birchfrost would have a hard time taking orders from. the long white pelt of a senior warrior caught his attention, and the black and white tom watched whitewater approach duskfeather and shadewhisker. the tom felt something almost like kinship towards the older tom, something he had not felt since his mother still spoke to him. razor sharp teeth pierced his heart as his gaze fell on the she-cat that birthed him, and not for the first time, he longed to press his pelt against hers and feel the love only a mother could give.

the tom’s gaze drew the she-cats attention and she turned to look at him with eyes as dead and black as night. there was no warmth in them, and ashamed of himself, he looked at his paws and prayed that duckstar would speak again very soon so that he could distract himself. he knew that the death of ashpaw would never sit right with his mother, and it would weigh on her until the day she went to join the sacred hunting grounds. duckstars voice brought him out of his thoughts and he located magpiethorn – that would take some getting used to – and dipped his head with great respect to the warrior. birchfrost flicked an ear and gazed up at duckstar, slightly put off by her less than professional way of addressing the clan. he hoped for her sake and the sake of all of riverclan that she would refine her skills before the gathering. she was a good warrior, but the other clans wouldn’t take her seriously if she carried on like this. but, he need not have been worried for the ancient words that had been spoken for more moons than any cat had been alive rolled off her tongue with ease and as she named the new deputy, birchfrost felt warmth spread throughout his pelt. he watched with a small smile on his face as the warrior approached pebblerock and it only grew larger as the toms words filled the clearing. as soon as he finished speaking, birchfrost rose to his paws and chanted.

“whitewater! whitewater!”

@all of riverclan

credit to nat of adoxography.

---> weaselstrike | lilypaw | birchfrost | ivybreeze <---

ava ♡

Inactive Account

you don't own me, don't tie me down 'cause i'd never stay.

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] May 19, 2016 22:20:26 GMT

Post by ava ♡ on May 19, 2016 22:20:26 GMT

555 words

just atlanta. , cause shade is obviously very pleased with whitewaters attention.
credit to nat of adoxography.

Should be an interesting meeting, yes? The white tom had asked as he sat down beside Duskfeather, but made it obvious he was talking to both of them. Absolutely. He meowed, smiling lightly and dipping his head. Whitewater was a very well respected tom in the clan and he was already as awkward as one could get, yet a cat as respectable of him was enough to make the black cat shudder. Still, he smiled politely before he turned his head back to their leader, waiting for her to speak more and announce who the deputy was going to be.

Duckstar began the ceremony, announcing how she had formally taking on the leadership role and then speaking on her loyalties to the previous leader, now formally, Magpiethorn. The name was foreign and Shadewhisker didn't trust himself to try and say it out loud, fearing he would screw it up and embarass the hell out of himself. Instead, he just kept his mouth shut, watching the she cat with a warm, thoughtful gaze before she continued oneward with her speech. Finally, the time that everyone had been waiting for had come along.

The new deputy of Riverclan will be Whitewater! She announced her voice covered them all steadily and for a moment he was stunned. But, the black tom caught himself, turning his green gaze onto the white tom whom he had just been speaking with. His fur pricked excitedly on his shoulders and he had to hold himself back from his affectionate ways of wanting to head butt the toms shoulder. Instead, he unsheathed his claws and dug them into the ground, rooting himself to the spot. He was a tom that Shadewhisker had not been expecting to fill the role after he had given it up once before, but he knew that if any cat could lead the clan in the future, aside from the present time, it would be the white tom cat.

The tom was surprised, nervous even, not long ago he had denied, but it seemed he was willing this time. The black tom gazed at him, eyes wide, but confident. He knew, even if the white cat didn't that he would do a wonderful job. He would bring the clan what it needed and guide Duckstar to become more experienced and mature. She was young, she needed a good cat as her deputy to lead her the right way. Together, they would make a wonderful authority figure. It would make Riverclan do great things. Pride rose in his stomach. He didn't want to be anywhere else but here.

Whitewater spoke to the clan and Shadewhisker made sure that when his gaze rolled over the clan, the pride and confidence in the new deputy was clear and loud in his stance and eyes.

The silence didn't last long, Birchfrost had pulled himself to his paws, the traditional chant leaving his throat. The black warrior followed him, tail lashing behind him as he stared from the white deputy to their new leader. Riverclan was going to go somewhere, he could feel it. They were going to do something with this new leadership. He rose his voice loud, body trembling with his anticipation for the new authority.

Whitewater! Whitewater! Whitewater!

Last Edit: May 19, 2016 22:33:11 GMT by ava ♡

TEAM WINDCLAN

alee

Administrator

they see me rollin they hatin

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] May 25, 2016 6:22:45 GMT

Post by alee on May 25, 2016 6:22:45 GMT

She wasn't alone for very long. As Hollykit fought her constantly rising anxiety, pressing in on her chest like some humongous, suffocating weight, squeezing the air from her lungs...ugh, now her thoughts were getting all jumbled up! A frustrated snort escaped her button pink nose. Okay, okay, focus on Duckstar - yes, Darkstar, in all her beautiful form, even with that awkwardly twisted limb. To the small kitten the RiverClan leader looked the very epitome of regal, from her fine sleek fur and dark eyes and...

"How exciting!" Though Fruitpaw in truth wasn't the loudest of cats, there was no denying that her bright and sunny voice resonated through Hollykit's entire being like a bolt of hot white lightning. She practically leaped out of her fur, paws pushing off against the ground and leading with a heavy 'oomph,' the breath finally strangled from her lungs. She normally wasn't so jumpy - okay, she wasn't exactly the bravest of cats, but dear StarClan, it felt as if a fox were breathing down her tail!

Prickly pallid pelt fluffed up. She quickly rasped a salmon pink tongue over her ruffled chest fur, the heat rising like a scorching flame to her tender cheeks. As Fruitpaw blabbered on, she only felt her mounting nervousness grow and grow with each striking sentence; tons of new responsibilities? Duties? Training? Bile swirled thick in her stomach, a pit of nausea settling deep in her chest.

Regardless, she appreciated Fruitpaw's high octane encouragement. It was at that moment that Bearpaw allowed himself to the scene, and her icky sensations settled somewhat. A smile finally danced upon rosy pink lips; "you think I'll be a good apprentice?" she asked earnestly, her small tail swishing with some anticipation. She looked between the two apprentices, soft green eyes wide with wonder and awe. "That's awesome! You could teach me to swim too, huh Bearpaw? And I could help you forage for herbs, right, Fruitpaw? And Flamekit and Goldkit will be there too."

These spoken words eased her anxiety somewhat. It was then that Duckstar's casual yowl announced the new deputy - Whitewater! - and she felt a happy trill shoot to the very roots of her paws. He was a wizened old cat, and seemed kind enough! "Whitewater! Whitewater! Whitewater!" She added her own piping yowl to the reverberating echo of his name, momentarily distracted from the upcoming announcement.

skyy and her socks lord wolfscream✰

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] May 26, 2016 6:17:39 GMT

Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 6:17:39 GMT

What was this feeling that pulsed through her chest? This warm, powerful sensation that pulsed through her like a living entity and filled her from nose to tail tip as she stared up at the place where Duckstep - no, Duckstar - now sat. Honor? Happiness? Pride? Yes, yes that last one seemed right. Pride. She was proud, and good StarClan did it feel amazing. For the first time in as long as anyone could remember, there was a sparkle in the usually stoic femme's eyes. A jittery kind of joy that seemed to radiant from her from her core and stretch outward to her very presence even as her overall features remained stone cold stoic. Duckstar. Duckstar. She still couldn't believe it even as the proof was staring her straight in the face. Her sister, sitting at the head of the Clan as the physical representation of everything Sharpfrost fought for and loved with all her heart. When the news had reached the molly's ears, there had been utter disbelief at first. Magpiestar was stepping down and StarClan had seen fit to replace him with the one cat no one in the Clan ever would've suspected yet seemed perfect nonetheless. Once the initial shock had worn away however, Sharpfrost was the first to approach and bow her head to Duckstar in respect and loyalty. What was given to Magpiethorn was now given in turn to his successor... that and so much more.

Woe be onto anyone who dared to raise a claw or show a fang to Duckstar. Sharpfrost would not hesitate, and would have no regrets.

Sitting among the throngs of her Clanmates, Sharpfrost's gaze never left the white and brown tabby pelt of her beloved sister, even as the chatter around her continued on. Somewhere in the white nose behind her Ashenfang and Mushroompaw are present, her former deputy and apprentice, but she cannot find it in herself to be bothered to seek them out. Once, her ear twists to the right a the sound of a grunt of effort from Bitternwing, a reflexive movement developed in light of her brother's traumatic injuries. The crippled tom had probably come out of the Elder's Den to take part in the joyous occasion as well. Even earlier Sharpfrost had witnessed Bluethroat exiting the Nursery, beckoning back to the four kits both Sharpfrost and Duckstar shared blood with come with her and witness the ceremony. Sharpfrost had no doubt it was merely because Duckstar was their sister and the elderly female was attempting to gain favor with her new leader in the smallest ways. Otherwise Bluethroat wouldn't have wanted to be bothered. For the life of her, Sharpfrost couldn't care less today what the hag was thinking about. It was just too good of a day to care about anything that could possibly put a damper on this joy. The only thing Sharpfrost wished more than anything was that she could offer Duckstar some support now, for this was an important milestone for the new leader.

It had not escaped Sharpfrost's notice that Duckstar was young - younger than her even by one moon. And very inexperienced; Sharpfrost was certain that Duckstar had never even trained an apprentice, a requirement for those considered to leadership unless special circumstances arose. Sure, Duckstar had an apprentice now, Larkpaw, but what good did that do her when she was already thrust into leadership? And to add more to the pile, Duckstar's crooked leg... Oh, Sharpfrost dared someone - anyone - to mention that her sister's handicap made her less of a leader. The result would not be pretty, but it would make Sharpfrost feel good. If she was allowed, Sharpfrost would scale to the top of Duckstar's perch and sit beside her, offering her all the comfort and support she could muster. If she had been allowed, she would've followed Duckstar and Magpiethorn to the Highstones as well and assured Duckstar she was the right choice for this. But Duckstar was not just some warrior anymore, not part of the mass of warriors that called RiverClan home. She was higher than that, elevated above and beyond... and Sharpfrost would do everything and anything in her power to make sure Duckstar remained there.

With their Clanmates finally gathered, Duckstar began the meeting. And at last Sharpfrost let her gaze wander from her leader to the masses. This time, there was no pleasure or joy in her to be had, only a scary kind of calmness, a fierce storm caged behind azure optics. One by one she traveled over the faces of those nearby, searching for any sign that they doubted their new leader and mentally cataloging the names of those who expressed such away for future reference. So far, only Nettleheart seemed to truly be in doubt: Medicine Cat or not, Sharpfrost made sure to remember this. 'Because one never truly knows.' Moments passed, and then a name fell from Duckstar's voice. The words 'deputy' and 'Whitewater' in the same sentence, and Sharpfrost's gaze swept from the Medicine Cat to the newly appointed deputy with the smoothest grace. Sharpfrost had held no reservations about herself becoming deputy, even with her closeness to Duckstar. She was too young, too jaded against the rest of the Clans even though she felt they deserved nothing from RiverClan. And had Duckstar said her name regardless, Sharpfrost would've declined the position anyway for her own reasons. As deputy, a cat was suppose to remain in the spotlight, their every move under scrutiny. Whereas a warrior could move about freely... and do things in secret.

Whitewater had once served under Magpiethorn before giving the position up to Ashenfang, stating he felt he was not yet ready. Honestly, Sharpfrost didn't care if he was 'ready' or not. All that mattered to her was that he was loyal. She would not tolerate any cat who was less than trustworthy near her sister in such close confidence. As he made his acceptance speech, she made her to bore her eyes into his pelt, a silent warning even as she shouted out with the rest of her Clanmates. "Whitewater! Whitewater!" only time would tell what kind of deputy Whitewater proved to be... but Sharpfrost would always be watching.

WORD COUNT: 1073
TAGGED: crescendo w/ Duckstar, @lost w/ Nettleheart, just atlanta. w/ Whitewater. katnez w/ Ashenfang mentioned, ♔ ferocious werepup w/ Mushroompaw mentioned.
NOTES: sharpie's so happy right now, but she's also so overprotective. xD

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into the sunset

HOLD ON & TAKE A BREATH, I'LL BE THERE EVERY STEP

But where most cats were overjoyed or neutral about the change in leadership, there was at least one who wasn't sure what to make of it. Sitting near the outskirts of the masses, Rainpaw remained motionless as he stared ahead at the Pebblerock, to the molly who now occupied the space his beloved Grandfather used to. This... wasn't what he expected, and he wasn't sure what it meant if he was honest. Grandfather had be an amazing and proud leader of RiverClan, and still could be, but even Rainpaw had seen the weariness in Magpiethorn's eyes, the way he carried himself so differently than before. Ever since Grandmother passed onto StarClan's ranks he seemed to have changed. Now this had happened, a leadership change with Magpiethorn stepping down to give the position to another, giving up the rest of his lives to live as a simple warrior. It wasn't that which confused Rainpaw so, that he could understand, but he still wasn't sure of what to think. What to feel. On one paw, he felt he should be happy for Duckstar and her rise to leadership, and happy that now his Grandfather would no longer have any the stress of leadership on his already weary soul. But at the same time, what would become of the Clan now that new leadership was set up? It wasn't even his Grandfather's deputy, the loyal and cold Ashenfang, that had taken the mantle with Magpiethorn's descent. It was Duckstar, formerly Duckstep, a much younger and inexperienced molly with a twisted leg.

What did StarClan have in store for RiverClan?

A deep sigh escaped the young apprentice as he gazed down at his paws, tuning out the rest of the world as he tried to sort out his thoughts. Perhaps it wasn't the fact that his Grandfather had stepped down from leadership that bothered him at all, but rather the way it had been done. It was rare that a leader decided to step down, and it made him concerned. Was there something his Grandfather wasn't telling him? Something the elder tom was keeping secret from his family? Yes, yes that sounded right. That was what was worrying the young stormy colored apprentice more than anything. Out of all his siblings, Rainpaw was the one who was closest with their grandparents. Willowbreeze's death had been a devastating blow on the young one. Even though he knew now that he'd meet her in StarClan one day, to not have Willowbreeze in the physical realm was an experience he'd never before known. He clung to his Grandfather in those days, rejoicing when the black and white tom had returned to life after the disease that killed Willowbreeze had stolen a life of his as well. Without those extra lives, Rainpaw would've been denied the precious time with his Grandfather that had already been spent. Hmm, could that be it then? That the fact that his Grandfather had given up his extra lives, lives that would give Rainpaw more time with the older tom?

These thoughts weighed ever heavier on the little tom's mind the more he thought about them, to the point that as the ceremony continued onward he could hear none of it. He missed the moment Duckstar named Whitewater, a former deputy of his Grandfather's, as her new deputy. The chanting of the tom's name, joyous and confident, fell on deaf ears as his tender heart beat just a little faster, his gaze seeking out the familiar pelt of his grandfather on reflex with increasing urgency. Where was Magpiethorn anyway?

615 WORDS

ANY RIVERCLANNER

FIRST RAINPAW POSTIE!

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Last Edit: May 26, 2016 9:49:58 GMT by Deleted

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crescendo

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] Jun 2, 2016 12:32:18 GMT

Post by crescendo on Jun 2, 2016 12:32:18 GMT

#DEPUTY CEREMONY

720 WORDS

BY MINNIE OF GS

so say, "geronimo!" say, "geronimo!"

So far the most unnerving thing, she decided, was all eyes being on her. Duckstar was used to being a consistent form of optimism for her Clan-mates—which didn’t exactly mean she was unknown in the Clan of course—but she still wasn’t used to this degree of attention. Every cat was looking—or at least should have been looking, what an odd thought—her way. The she-cat stood poised at her place, heart hammering as the Clan reacted to Whitewater’s naming. Would they accept him? Would they turn him away? She kept her ears pricked, ready to leap to his defense at the slightest sound of a cat raising their voice against him.

Duckstar’s eyes flicked to her deputy’s form once more as he spoke to the Clan. For a moment she felt her heart swell in pride. It took a strong cat to admit that they had lost a chance once before, not many were in the same position as he was now. She nodded, feeling somewhat solemn at his words. They really didn’t need hesitation in this time. There was the threat of war brewing like a storm over in SkyClan and though the weather was warm it was only a matter of time before the Twolegs started to take their run of the territory. Not to mention all the cats that had spoken out about her.

I want to believe the best in them though, Duckstar thought stubbornly. They’d adjust given time. She was certain of it. She’d just have to prove to them that everything was going to be okay with firm decision making and standing strong. Whitewater was right. This was the time to prove the power of RiverClan, and it was now in her paws to make sure that they felt safe in their territory.

For a moment she sought out the pelt of Sharpfrost, relieved to find her sister in the fray of cats calling Whitewater’s name. Not that she doubted Sharpfrost—the she-cat would be a valuable asset in the coming moons. Though, Duckstar realized with a lurch of discomfort, she was so many pawsteps away from her now. Not physically, but in status. It wasn’t… was it going to change things between them?

No. No surely not. Everything was going to be fine.

Shoving the thought aside very forcefully Duckstar lifted her tail to cut the cheers short. Her heart was hammering hard in her chest as her gaze flicked around the area, and she cleared her throat. “Thank you Whitewater, I have no doubt that you’re what RiverClan needs. I look forward to working with you and getting to know you better.”

The bicolored tabby let a purr rumble in her throat for a heartbeat as she skimmed the arena below, before her gaze rested on Hollykit’s. With a deep inhale the she-cat flicked her tail to the young kit—no, soon to be apprentice—and beckoned for her and her kin to step forward.

“I won’t lie—I’m excited about this particular ceremony. As we celebrate new change in RiverClan it’s only fitting that our oldest kits step forward to become apprentices in their own right. Hollykit, Flamekit, Goldkit—please come forward,” Duckstar meowed. She could hardly keep a giddy edge out of her voice. As disastrous as her apprenticeship had ended up becoming, the she-cat couldn’t forget the sharp joy she’d felt when she gained her apprentice name. Duckstar smiled, soft green eyes glimmering with excitement.

This is the future of RiverClan, these cats here, Duckstar thought. Who knew, one of them could be standing in her place one day, giving name to young kits and handing them their future to hold in their paws.

“Hollykit, you have reached the age of six moons and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Hollypaw,” Duckstar let her gaze linger on the she-cat for a heartbeat. Her first named apprentice! How exciting! “Your mentor will be Raintalon. Raintalon, you’re more than ready to have an apprentice. You’ve proven to be brave and compassionate. You will mentor Hollypaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to her.”

Duckstar paused for a moment to let her gaze linger on the senior warrior, hoping that was a good choice, before she barreled on giving Flamepaw and Goldpaw their respective mentors and names as well. Once that had finished she let herself stand a little taller, eyes taking in the bustling Clan below and purred with delight.

“As the river continues relentlessly no matter the change in flow or speed, so do we,” Duckstar meowed loudly, boldly. “Our future is our own making RiverClan! This meeting is now closed, feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.”

At this the she-cat turned and made a hasty scramble to the bottom of the Pebblerock. She landed a little hard, and the exhaustion of the last several ceremonies felt heavy on her shoulder. Duckstar wanted to make a beeline for Sharpfrost, but she was suddenly too tired to. Instead she sat at the bottom of the rock she’d given her first ceremony from, her head spinning and feeling light on her shoulders.

TAGGED FOR; alee, ♔ ferocious werepup, @hawkpaw and the rest of riverclan

NOTES; New apprentice! Sorry for the wait, holy jeez I'm tired

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alee

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GERONIMO [RiverClan Meeting] Jun 2, 2016 13:11:20 GMT

Post by alee on Jun 2, 2016 13:11:20 GMT

Whitewater...no matter what others yammered about, no matter their ceaseless chatter and relentless barrage on her ear drums, green shaded optics never once left the older warrior; she drunk in every minute detail of his sinewy form, from the fine and rounded points of his blustery white fur, and the way he stood, so wise, so tall, so ready to take on a challenge. Could she be like that one day? Could she end up as brave and confident a warrior as he, a stark contrast to whom she was now perhaps, but did that possibility lie within her future? The mere thought was enough to steal her breath away.

For a moment she was deaf to Duckstar's commanding voice - and then there was a bump at her shoulder, a brush of immaculately plumed fur, as her two siblings stalked past, their heads and tails held high. Wait, already? Was this it? No, no, she couldn't, not right now anyway! She...she needed more time to prepare, yes, that was it! For a brief moment she remained frozen to the earth, as if her pawpads had sprouted roots and sewn her deep into the ground. She swallowed, her throat feeling painfully fuzzy and dry, not a drop of saliva within her jaw. Her tongue clung pathetically to the roof of her mouth, sticky and uncomfortably viscid.

It was only sheer strength that had her reluctantly padding forward; every movement felt stiff, her paws as heavy as lead, her stomach roiling at how tall every warrior looked, how regal Duckstar appeared from her place above. All eyes seemed to be fixed upon her tiny form; their wide optics scorched like flame beneath her fur, burned hot, searing holes into her skin. She paused, just behind Flamekit's rump, swirls of velvet butterfly wings tickling at her painfully hollow stomach. I can't do this, she thought, and her heart dropped, dropping like a solid stone left to plummet to earth, and she felt a shiver crawl like a thousand writhing maggots wrack at her frame, and sound became fuzzy, and her eyesight blurred, and nausea threatened to overwhelm her entire being until she retched all the emotions up, retched until everything was empty once more, retched until all was better -

Duckstar was speaking to her now. She forced herself to meet the kind leader's bright eyes. What kind of warrior am I? the she-cat thought pitifully, praying to dear StarClan above that none were noticing her absolute terror. If this scares me half to death, then I bet I'll be even more useless in a real battle. Her tail drooped, ears pinned back against her skull, and she anticipated the next words she so dreaded to hear. Would Duckstar give her a stern mentor? Someone who could slap the anxiety right out of her? This only fed her mounting panic.

"...Your mentor will be Raintalon." Her heart stumbled. "Raintalon, you're more than ready to have an apprentice. You've proven to be brave and compassionate. You will mentor Hollypaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to her." Immediately her gaze flew to the tom in question - and her breath snagged sharp in her throat. He was massive! With a thick and solid build, and a pinched, wise old countenance, he looked as intimidating as a bear! She swallowed, hard, even though she had naught a sliver of saliva to dampen her maw. Would he gobble her up, right there and then?

Ginger pawsteps led her heavily to the tom; quietly she stooped low, unable to quell her shivering, and a salmon pink tongue swiped desperately around her muzzle. "U...Um..." Oh, fox dung, what could she say? Silver talons unsheathed and kneaded harsh at the earth below. "Please take care of me," Hollykit - no, Hollypaw now - hurriedly blurted. "I mean...I hope I'll serve you well." This was the part where she licked his shoulder right? Urk - would he be okay with that? There was a split moment of hesitation, before she quickly reached up and rasped a small tongue along the thick fur of his shoulder, and then ducking down once more.

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Last Edit: Jun 2, 2016 13:15:02 GMT by alee