rise and rise again (thunderclan ceremony)

pearpaw,

Pearpaw’s ears twitched and he found himself blinking up toward Falconstar. For a brief moment he felt the fur along his back twitch—and he glanced over one shoulder toward the entrance of camp. He’d been thinking of slipping out of camp to get in some hunting but… with a resigned sigh he turned around. The young apprentice tried to spot Loudpaw’s familiar pelt among the other cats—or Locustflight’s—but he couldn’t seem to spot either of them.

I don’t want to sit alone though, Pearpaw thought, incredibly uncomfortable at the idea of sitting in the sea of faces without a cat to call a friend. He padded by Stoatclaw, who wasn’t looking in his direction at all—something that sparked envy in Pearpaw before he could really smother it. Probably keeping his eyes out for Peachpaw again. Pearpaw hoped Stoatclaw didn’t confront her in front of the Clan again—at this point it was just starting to embarrass him.

Turning to the nearest warrior, Pearpaw began to meow, “Have you seen Loudpaw?” Only to freeze immediately after and stare in surprise at… at Lilysong. The cat he was supposed to hate, because she was on Peachpaw’s side. Pearpaw felt embarrassment flood through him—half on the part of his casual question to the she-cat, as though she were just another Clan-mate and nothing more—and half because he’d just asked the adoptive mother of his disowned sister about the cat he kinda wanted to date.

“Uh! I mean—never mind, I’ll…” Pearpaw sputtered, trying to beat a hasty retreat. He tried to retreat, only to find that he’d almost backed straight into Chipmunktooth and Mottlepaw. AGH! “No—wait, sorry!”

Giving up, and deciding that it’d be better if he just sat down and was quiet, Pearpaw parked it next to the trio and stared hard at his paws. Maybe he’d find Loudpaw yet, and could run off and be rescued by his—er. Just… hang out with his… friend.

alee and tikker ♪ ♫ and ame woops Pear's awk rofl

stoatclaw,

Stoatclaw wondered if there was a way to make the Clan see just how worthless Peachpaw was. How utterly useless the she-cat was to their Clan—there was no reason to keep her with them. To allow her shelter in the Clan. Even as a healer she would likely be bumbling at best, and healers were almost worthless as well.

A warrior’s ceremony? Or perhaps Falconstar had finally seen the error of his ways and would be replacing Hazelclaw with him—no. Unlikely. Stoatclaw rarely backed down from his own decisions, he did not expect that the Clan leader would do so either. A low growl ebbed out of his throat and he sat down at the edge of the clearing, where he could keep a proper eye on the proceedings.

What is Pearpaw doing with her? Stoatclaw thought, narrowing his eyes at the sight of Pearpaw near Lilysong. Stoatclaw raked his gaze around the clearing, trying to find Copperstrike’s pelt and feeling fury slowly begin to burn in his chest. Had they snatched another cat from him? No—no Pearpaw was his kit. His Legacy. He and Kinkpaw were both still subservient, they would still stand at his side.

@thunderclan, I'm only throwing these two in gomen just pretend Moth's asleep and Squirrel's hunting or something i d k

littlecloud

WE SAT THERE LOOKING AT THE FACES
OF THE STRANGERS IN THE PAGES

"No, no. Please don't mind me," the plush queen insisted when the yellow tom (Morningfrost? She was already forgetting his name, true to form) spoke to her about his brother surprising him, the very tip of her light-furred tail twitching slightly. Her words were polite, but her tone verged on bored and she pulled her gaze away, scanning the camp again. Another she-cat made a comment and Littlecloud only barely swiveled an ear to acknowledge it. "He's free to run over me any time he likes." Her whiskers gave the tiniest suggestive quirk before Falconstar began to speak again and she looked up obediently. She crouched down slightly when she thought for a moment the leader was watching her (her heart thudded in alarm) but she realized a moment later that it was the blood-splattered warrior next to her who'd attracted his notice instead. The queen relaxed again as the ceremony began. A warrior ceremony, is that all? The briefest prickle of doubt nibbled at the roots of her fur-- what if this was for Blackpaw, and she hadn't even known?-- but to her relief, it was for three apprentices she knew certainly hadn't given birth to.

While everyone else's eyes were riveted on their exalted new warriors, Littlecloud took the opportunity to look around again. More cats had crept in since she'd been distracted by the brothers and she now recognized the glowering ginger Stump--Stoat?--claw at the fringes of the gathering. She did not spend too much time watching him-- the circumstances of what he'd offered her (or demanded of her, rather) were still vaguely troubling. She wondered who his son was in the crowd-- one of the apprentices, surely. I'll think about this later. That was Plan B. To cleanse her mind, Littlecloud noted with mild pleasure that Willowstep was out and about from the elder's den. The small, stocky queen didn't appreciate much beyond her own personal circumstances, but she did appreciate the elders. They were much like the queens, in their way. She contemplated going over to join the gray tabby, but ended up deciding to stay where she was-- the meeting was still concluding, after all, and she did not want to appear rude by getting up in the middle of it. She'd visit the old she-cat later-- it gave her something to do besides hover around the nursery.

UNTIL WE KNEW THEM MATHEMATICALLY

words - 396 / notes - lord wolfscream✰ aurum with da boys and then makes note of crescendo and alee . i'm not really doing much but just to keep the meeting moving along...? haha