It Is A Destiny Unseen, + CLAN MEETING

[stripebird]

This is after the following: the meddie meeting, Stripebird's StarClan ceremony for his nine lives, etc. I will keep his thoughts on those very vague so I don't stir confusion. This is the long awaited ceremony that was promised, it's here, and I do hope you all enjoy. <3

Also, to clear things up, we'll pretend that Stripebird was previously the deputy of WindClan, and that Bluestar had only been leader for a short while; since Featherstar was leader before her. Bluestar was not accepted by StarClan, so she never got her nine lives, but she did get her name. I assume that the StarClan meeting for the Meddies will consist of something akin to this, that Bluestar will be stepping down, etc. She retires to an elder, rather, and we don't know her motives exactly. It is unknown to the rest of the Clan why she decided to do so. Greencloud isn't Deputy yet.

There were the faintest traces of desolation inside of the pale tabby tom, small reflections of the recent events that didn’t seem to want to go away. How was it that he could stay so calm? How could he possibly keep reserved, when the rest of the Clan was nearly in shambles? He supposed there really was only one explanation; a reason that went against all physical laws of science, of nature. He’d seen it coming somehow, like he knew Bluestar hadn’t received her lives. In his unconscious movement, through the fields of WindClan, the breeze tousling his soft, short fur, he felt in some way the weakest tinge of wrongness. Maybe that was why it was the least bit of a revelation to him, because he’d known all along.

Swift pawsteps skimmed the moorland; a shadow glided by, not so concealed against the moon’s approaching glow, and the suns dying rays. It dropped against the flat earth, a second silhouette seemingly that followed the first, burning. He could scent the camp nearby, and if he couldn’t, he would have known by heart its location; it was a home he could never forget, like his soul. It was a part of him, as it was to his Clanmates, a small piece that puzzled together many different cats. Coming from the nearby Highstones, he should have known that it would come to this. The Clan had just underwent the news that their Leader was resigning, under some excuse that she wasn't made for the it, and that she was too old; a ceremony would fall in play under a fresh reign. Maybe he was afraid of what he had to do now, or perhaps he was plagued by the thought of leading WindClan? One had to admit that it was an enormous responsibility, but if WindClans former Deputy, chosen in hopes to exceed his successors in the future for this reason, couldn’t do it, then surely, who honestly could?

If Stripestar felt like it was oncoming, then he wasn’t so stirred by it to begin with. He might as well have been ready for it, in fact. Subconsciously preparing himself for the vast obligation that lay ahead in the not-so-distant future.

But then he knew what kept his mind relaying back on the order of trials, it was his name.

Stripestar. It was a name that didn’t say much about him, but its meaning was significant. He was a leader now, he ruled WindClan. All of his kithood pondering, always denying any hopes of becoming a mace that could change the hatred, and the war that had long since separated it from alliances, had finally come true; like it was equally valid that he hadn’t ever wanted this. That it never occurred to him what his destiny really was. He was the kind of cat who would have thought Grayclaw would be better suited, though… his brother was arrogant, and war-hungry. He would be the death of WindClan. What was to say that Stripestar was any different? Maybe it was his pensive calculating, his deliberation on how things could revolutionize, and for the better. Perhaps that was what set him apart from Grayclaw, or even the many other Warriors in the forest. Stripestar didn’t want bloodshed, and he didn’t want fame or glory for it. He wanted change.

He wanted a special kind of change, a change for WindClan and RiverClan and all of the Clans that had suffered in the past because of neglected and overlooked meanings; the reason why the Clans fought had long since vanished. It seemed like they only fought now because they couldn’t let go of reasons they couldn’t remember. That was it.

Sliding into camp, Stripestar headed straight for the Flatrock, his coat ablaze in the sun’s glare (that went unmasked in the barren territory, having no obstacles to stop it). His heart was hammering inside of his chest, a slight vibration that sent his blood surging. A pause, a blink. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey,” he breathed, and it caught in his throat. “Gather here beneath the Flatrock for a Clan meeting!” Narrow face yowled, his golden-green eyes gleaming with the same warmth and tenderness they always had, that he had always known within him. There was firmness there, though. His intonation rang out clearly, without hesitation. New leader he was, but he was ready. He’d begin calling up all of the necessary cats once everyone had assembled.

[darkheart]

The sound of the voice reached him. Silentbreeze had been hunting, but found nothing. A couple apprentices had been out there as well, so he let them take the hunting and decided to work about the boarders. It had taken most of the day, so he was just getting in. He‘d not hunted and needed to eat some fresh kill. It could wait though. There was a meeting being called.

How long had it been since his ears had heard the call? Far too long it seemed. He eagerly slipped into camp with a happy air about him and took his place. Often he sat near the medicine cat den. He liked to be there in case anything was to happen. He helped in all kinds of ways for the clan, and one of his favorite was to assist in gathering herbs. He never knew why, but he did. Hunting was next in that list.

With a shake of his head he tossed aside the small thoughts and looked up to their leader. Stripestar. It hadn‘t been long. Silentbreeze hoped that with a new leader, WindClan would once again rise up to the expectations of the others. Now all he had to do, was wait to hear what was to be said.

[C!NDERDUST]

[atrb=width,320,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=765f8b] The stale scent of herbs hung in the dusky air, and the gray shadow that sorted them wiped her paws on the cool, sandy floor, before padding towards the icy pool of water in the far corner. Her footsteps barely made a sound, her heartbeat drowning them out. She was so on edge lately, so serious. StarClan's message had shaken her, truly. There had been so much change in so little time. A new leader had come to WindClan, a cat she had known since the nursery days. Stripebird. Her paws tingled at the thought of the faded orange tom, and her eyes lowered to her reflection in the still pool. What others saw, the long gray pelt, the sparkling green eyes, the soft pink nose, was beautiful. But what she saw was another matter. She saw a cat who never knew what to say, or what to do, who never thought of herself as strong and independent, who was scared of committing, scared of telling the one cat she knew and loved that she did. She saw a cat who didn't see herself as beautiful, but as a cat with flaws, whose exterior cracked under pressure, shattered, exposing a vulnerable feline that was scared, frightened of dying alone. She saw a cat who needed to put on a happy smile to make herself believe that life was alright. Even when it wasn't. Maybe, possibly, now that Stripebird - Stripestar, she corrected herself - was leader, things would really change. The forest would be peaceful again. The strange, lurking feeling hiding at the depths of her stomach would go away, and life would be good. Speaking of Stripestar . . . his voice pierced the cool air, ringing throughout the stone den. Cinderdust took one last look at her reflection before turning away, hurrying towards her latest charge, Caramelpaw. The pale apprentice was recovering quickly, and Cinderdust was proud. She would be back on her paws, training and hunting, before she knew it. “Caramelpaw, dear,” she whispered quietly. “You need to come with me. Stripestar's beginning the ceremony. You don't want to be late, do you? With a gentle, kind smile on her face, the medicine cat gave the apprentice one last lick before heading towards the lichen-covered entrance to the den herself. She wanted to see the new batch of apprentices and warriors. This was her Clan, her family. As she emerged into the light, momentarily blinded by the sudden rush of fresh air, Cinderdust saw familiar faces, friendly faces, and her heart smiled in greeting. She loved these cats. They were the reason she got up every morning, the reason she smiled as she fell asleep. They made her life worthwhile. As she eyed Stripestar, up on the large rock that stood in the center of the camp, her heart swelled with pride. There was a cat who knew who he was and what he wanted. Her friend. Her good friend. She smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't notice her, settled there beside her den, one ear angled behind her to make sure that Caramelpaw was making her way out. She was good at blending in, and she prided herself on it. It was easier to observe than to be observed. A friendly face smiled at her, and Cinderdust waved her tail in return. “Hello, Silentbreeze,” she called, moving forward to settle next to the tom. He had always fascinated her, with his silent communications and gentle ways. “This ceremony will certainly be exciting. We've all been waiting so long for it.” [th]

[mintcat]

In the vast scope of the moor, a warrior could be seen skulking through the undergrowth, her emerald eyes intent. She crouched down farther to make the most of the newleaf growth.

She was Mintfur, and she was alone. No patrols to attend to, no apprentice to mentor as of yet, and she wasn't in the mood to laze around. Her sister hadn't been seen in ages, and the children of the cat were most likely out training. It wasn't that the solitude bothered Mint so much as the amount of it in the recent moon. And whose fault is that? Her thoughts nagged. Her own. Because she was too shy to step out of her comfort zone and befriend someone new.

All that could be forgotten, at least temporarily. The she-cat's eyes lit up instinctively, with the fleet sighting of prey. Forget the flimsy voles that crept in the gorse -- this was the real chase! The split-second timing, a flash of brown fur caught her eye.

The calico jumped up and took off. Her angular legs stretched as far as they could, igniting her senses. Her heart was pumping, her tail streamed out behind her. Mintfur could forget all her troubles, at least for a minute. She was f l y i n g.

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"... beneath the Flatrock for a Clan meeting!" A time later she caught the tail-end of Stripebird's meow -- no Stripestar -- just as she pushed through the protected camp entrance. It was nice to be home, sure, but a bit of a letdown after the exhilarating hunt.

Or so she'd thought. I completely forgot! It struck her with realization, that while being engrossed in her run the recent events had never crossed her mind. Mintfur rapidly set her rabbit down into the fresh-kill pile and hurried over to hear what their new leader had to say.

[`caramelicious☆;]

C A R A M E L P A W;; ♥
All I want is a little of the good life.



The small she-cat blinked softly, her eyes heavy from sleep. She was a bit confused, but she heard a tender voice call her name, "Caramelpaw, dear." She thought to herself, Cinderdust must be waking me up for the ceremony. As soon as she heard the words, she rolled over and grunted softly. She was still tired from the poppyseeds, but she knew she could not miss the ceremony. Carefully, she rose to her paws, and wobbled a little bit. After all her limbs felt stiff, since she was cooped up in the den for a few great moons, but she had been trying to walk around a bit while Cinderdust had not been there or paying attention. Otherwise she would have to lay back down, and rest her wound.

As she popped her head out of the medicine cats den, she realized cats were falling in already. She yowled to Cinderdust, "Hey! Wait for me!", bounding over to the fluffy gray she-cat. Her wound was still quite visible, but not as bad as it was a few moons ago. It didn't seem that long to her, but of course she was sleeping most of the time, so laying in the den, bored. She even came up with a game. After she was done with the moss she had drink from, she batted it around, playing with it, since she had nothing to do.


As she approached the flatrock, she smiled happily. Her mentor, Stripestar was up there. She almost squealed with joy, realizing today she would officially be his apprentice. It was long needed, but she was patient with it. It had happened that Bluestar was rejected from Starclan, and that was why it was never official that she was his apprentice. It confused her as much as anything else did, but she dealt with it. She knew it was not as important was training for her warrior name was. Almost everything relied on the cat, and how good of a warrior they would be. If a leader did not see the apprentice fit to be a warrior yet, or its' mentor, they could be assigned more moons of training. She didn't want that. Caramelpaw wanted to be a good warrior, and she had almost the best mentor in the world, or so she thought.


Caramelpaw then settled down beside Cinderdust and Silentbreeze, whom she knew quite well. Waving a paw as a gesture of, "hello", to him, she smiled so brightly. It was a day of celebration for most cats. Some got their warrior names, and some kits got their apprentice names, and a mentor. She was no kit, but she had for many moons, no mentor. It was so frustrating, but then Stripestar stepped in, and helped her train, and learn most things. She learned some tricks on her own, but that was very natural for a cat to develop their own way of doing things.


Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and she could feel the spark of energy. She was happy, and very energetic tonight. After all, what apprentice wouldn't be ,she thought to herself. She jumped, as the thoughts that swarmed her head made her even more happy. She landed gracefully, and meowed, "Cinderdust, when do you think I can resume my training? I'm feeling a lot better. See?", she ran around swiftly. Her eyes were shining with happiness, and she hoped the answer to her question would be not a long period of moons, since she had already been out for a good few moons.


tags; Everyone xD
color; 80FF00
Lyric credits; The Good Life- Three Days Grace
Listening to; The Good Life- Three Days Grace
Comments; Bad post, sorry.

[aylenrose]

Tawnypaw was in the appretinces den, her dappled colored pelt was dull against the shadows of the den. It was almost strange for Tawnypaw to be inside the den, since she hated enclosed places but she had been so tired, and rather cold that she just happened to go inside that night. Her slender body form was curled up together in a slight ball, her tail resting under her chin kind of like a pillow. Her eyes were tightly shut as she dreamed of normal dreams, chasing prey and all that good stuff. “Gather here beneath the Flatrock for a Clan meeting!” She didn't catch the first part since she was lost in her sleep, but the last part seemed to ring through her ears and she jolted away. Her lids drooped groggily, and in truth she was rather irritated by the interuption. Contiplationing in her mind on weither to just go back to sleep, she heaved herself onto her paws. Her body felt slightly heavier since she was still partly asleep. Her eyes closed for a mometn and she stood there swaying. wake up she told herself mentally and her body slightly responded by reopening her eyes.

There spring green colors flared against her fur as she took a glance around. Everyone seemed to be out there already. She felt a bit stupid for being the only cat in there. Well that she noticed seeing as she wasn't fully aware to begin with. Shaking her hand she quickly and roughly ran her tongue over her fur to clean up. Her fur was ruffled by her nights sleep and she did not want to go out there all messy and unkept. After she was finished she gave herself a one over, well of what she could see, and shrugged it off. It would work for now, she had no time to properly groom herself anyways. Shaking her body out of stiffness she let out one yawn, arching her back beore padding out of the den. The light blinded her and she had to blink a few times to get it to adjust, looking around a few cats were already gather below, Stripebird? Or Stripestar now? She was a bit confused and she let that show on her pretty features. He whiskers twitched as she mulled over the thought, it was to soon for her to really think clearly so she walked out into the clearing. Her ears flicking forward in full attentivness.

Her green optics ran over all the pelts of her clanmates, a shiny grey color reflecing in the light as she noticed Falconflare off to the side as per usual. Her lips twitched in amusement, some part of her wanted to go over there just because she knew it would bug the hell out of him. His gaze narrowed and he scowled at her, as if guessing her intentions. She quickly averted her gaze, probablt NOT a good idea to get him in a worse mood, it was a ceremony for StarClans sake. She didn't notice that she had made her way to the front of the crowd. She stopped, feeling a bit weird being up this close. Looking up she gave Stripestar a polite nod before taking a few steps back and sitting down. She noticed Cinderdust and Carmelpaw and dipped her head to them quickly. She found out quickly that she didnt really like sitting pclose, it was to seeable. Expecially by herself. Well you did it she mentally snapped at herself and automatically made her posture relaxed, though hoping someone would sit next to her now.

Falconflare was already up and out of the warriors den before everyone else. He could sleep, what a shocker right? It was noticible with the darker circles that seemed to be under his eyes. It was barely starting to get light out by now, and the colder air swirled around the tom cats body. He slumped his shoulders in response, not looking very happy at the moment, but when did he? He snorted at his own thoughts, his dull amber eyes flicked around the empty clearing ahead of him. He then decided to let his body slide down onto his stomach, the grass blades tickling his sides. Without realising it his eyes locked shut, and he was sound asleep. He did not dream though, which wasn't uncommon it was just dark. Almost as if his body was just making sure he was recooperating instead of dreaming. It was fine with him though, all his dreams consisted of were his parents or of blood. So its not like he really looked forward to sleeping anyways. His ears flicked dismissivly as the sound of pawsteps came from the dens. His mind completly ignoring the slight build up of noise.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey,”

One eye flicked open as light greeted his eye causig the pupil to dialate. Had he already been sleeping for a few hours? Though it felt like only a minute. Flicking that one eye up at the tom cat on flatrock, he growed. What did he want? Attempting to close his eyes once again and completly block out the other cats, Stripebird had to open his big mouth again and yowl, “Gather here beneath the Flatrock for a Clan meeting!” [/color] Falconflare opened both of his eyes this time revealing his dull amber optics, he scowled angrily beofre lifting his body into a sitting position. "You have got to be kidding."[/color] he mewed his voice bitter as he narrowed his gaze up at the tom cat. What was he doing? Wasnt that Bluestars job or something. His tail tip flicked in an irritated manner as he left the scowl on his maw for a few more seconds.

Snorting softly he let his expression fall back into an emotionless look as he stared out at the gathering cats. Taking this time to give an awkward stretch, he yawned and stretched out his forepaws. Sliding his body back into a tense but sturdy posture he glanced straight ahead, not really moving his vision from its direct vision ahead. Which made him appear stone like behind the group of gathering cats. A glimpse of dappled fur stood out though and he turned his chin ever so slightly to see its host. Tawnypaw seemed to catch his gaze to as the sun ran along his shiny grey tabby fur. They locked eyes for a bit before he blinked and slightly turned away. He grumbled something to himself before catching her green eyes still on him. Why did she have to stare? He knew already that his pelt was messy, so what? Its not like he really care what anyone else thought of him anyways. He turned his dull gaze back on her, she seemed to have this sneaky smile planted on her maw, and really it bugged the hell out of him. She seemed to be thinking something, her gaze trailing over to the spot beside him. His ears flicked, if she even dared to come over here and bug him on purpose, he wouldwipe that smirk right off her face. His claws retracted and dug into the ground as his response.

His eyes narrowed as he scowled at the slender female, luckily she blinked and continued walking away. He smirked clearly satisfied at how that turned out. Good he thought, that smug look still planted on his face before he turned his focus back towards the center of the clan. He didnt care if anyone else thought he was an outsider, he was. And he was perfectly fine with being a loner back here. It was probably just some meeting about kits or something, like they needed some more whiny to-be apprentices around. How that annoyed him to no end, his fur prickled at the thought of there oh woe is me I actually have to work for a change. It made him down right moody, though he wasn't in the happiest moods to begin with. He flicked his striped tail over his paws, as they slight came back into his paws, bringing up some dirt and grass along with it. He let his gaze fall flat again, looking really disinterested in what was about to take place, really he lifted his paws looking them over in a very bored manner. Before he finally planted it back on the ground, he was starting to get ompatient, you could tell by his swaying tail. When was this meeting going to even start? It seemed like everyone was taking forever just to make this last longer than it really needed to. He could be doing much more productive things right now. Like actually getting some sleep!

Growling lightly he got to his paws, walking a bit closer to the crowd, though still staying near the back. Settiling himself down in an empty space were every other cat was at least a fox length away, he plopped down. Flicking his tail over his paws to keep it from twitching. His eyes narrowed in thought before he lifted his head up at Stripebird. His gaze was plain, with no real emotion on his face, even his eyes looked duller than ever in the light. He just seemed plain dull and lifeless at the moment while he waited ever so patiently for the meeting to finally begin. At east he hadn't spoken his irritated outloud, but instead kept it in his head as he waited for whatever was to heppen.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[russia]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=cdcf44] » THE VOICE WAS LOUD and clear, but Raggedpaw didn't have a clue as to whom it belonged to. he found these ceremonies to be quite dull and uneventful, particularly when bluestar led them. she was such a useless and boring creature, raggedpaw barely understood the reason for keeping her as long as they had. everyone has hated her, so why are they still taking her orders? and for the amount of time they had? with bluestar in charge, there'd be no way for him to become a warrior. as he approached flatrock, a different cat stood in the paw prints of the old leader. he didn't smell of deputy, more like... bluestar. could it be too good to believe? » FLATTENING HIS EAR NONCHALANTLY, raggedpaw wandered over to his spoiled apprentice friend, caramelpaw. she had a relationship with cinderdust he envied, and thus raggedpaw disliked her. it was jealousy rather than dislike, but because of this he scorned how pathetic and useless she seemed. cinderdust and stripebird founded over her like a newborn kit, leaving raggedpaw to wonder who close the three really were. could he ever be friends with cinderdust like caramel paw?; he was left to wonder. but still, teasing the small beige she-cat ranked high on his list of "things that make life more exciting." so, striding twoards the little bundle of fur, Raggedpaw attempted to poke her hard in the side with an outstretched paw. » HE GLARED AT HER with a green optic. "whut's goin' on?" probably not the greatest question a cat could ask at the time, but it got the job done. Raggedpaw sneered at her with an open mouth, tail twitching in aspirational. however, cinderdust's presence made him uneasy, resulting in raggedpaw sharply dropping his head. stupid medicine flea bag, spat raggedpaw in his mind. why did he even respect her like he did? maybe it was because if he wasn't on his best behavior, raggedpaw might become an elder all too soon. though he and cinderdust rarely talked, raggedpaw wanted desperately to impress this lithe she-cat. so, he tried to kick caramelpaw gently in the hind leg and stopped all together, staring ahead with a firm, ordain glare ahead. 465. next post will be better

[dustcloud]

and i'll be there until the end.

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“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather here beneath the Flatrock for a Clan meeting!”

[/i] Dustpaw had just reached the camp entrance when he heard the leader's voice rang out across the camp. Maybe now he would finally know who his mentor is after the last one was killed in battle and he was never given a replacement. Not that it mattered, he had kept to himself, helped clean out the elder's den, listened to their stories. All sort of things truthfully. He was amused at how all the cats came scrambling toward the middle to listen to their new leader Stripestar. Surely he would tell them why Bluestar stepped down? Probably not, but he wasn't going to ask. Things happened and you just moved on.

His hazel orbs glazed over his clanmates as he made himself comfortable below the rock where the leader stood. He sat in the middle of the clearing because he did not want to be up in the front. The younger apprentices and kits could be up there. He happened to be sitting near Raggedpaw and Carmelpaw when he saw Raggedpaw picking on the she-cat. "Hey! Leave her alone, Raggedpaw. Why do you have to pick on her?"[/b]

Dustpaw wasn't thrilled to see his clanmates being picked on, considering Raggedpaw was doing it on purpose. He couldn't understand the need to torment his clanmates, especially since he was there when Carmelpaw came crawling toward Cinderdust out in the meadow. What was the purpose of this bullying? Dustpaw could easily overtake Raggedpaw, if the cat pushed the matter, he was larger than most apprentices, but he was also three moons older than Raggedpaw. He didn't feel right if he just let things happen, he felt guilty if something happened and there was something he could do to stop such things. He often had these guilt trips a lot while he was out of camp, but not as often anymore.

The excitement of the meeting melted away his worry as he glared at Raggedpaw before turning his attention to Stripebird.... Stripestar. He really needed to learn that it was Star now, not bird. He was always forgetful about names at times, but he was a quick learner to remember them when he knew them and heard said a few times. What excited him more was that he was getting a mentor to help finish his training.

He couldn't wait to get back out there to start training. It had been so long since he could remember the last time he went out, but he didn't forget his training from his last mentor. No one had really given him anything to do. He just did it because he wanted to. Like cleaning out the elder's den, hunting for the elders. He always put others before himself at times. There were a few times where he stayed with the elders to listen to their stories and he was completely fine with that. He enjoyed listening to stories of old, because it meant something could be learned to improve the way things could be handled in the near future or how things go when in battle if there was ever something wrong or confusing.

Dustpaw was trailing into his thoughts again, but he couldn't help it. His mind was trailing all of these different things and he couldn't help it. He wanted to think about what would happen or as if. It didn't bother him if he didn't listen to the whole ceremony. He would get the gist of it later from someone else who was paying attention. It was always how it was at times. Getting the whole story from someone else, because he was off in a different part of his mind thinking of these different scenarios.

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STARRING, Windclan
SPEECH, 633
LYRICS, i'm already there by lonestar
CREDIT, purpleh
NOTES, Russia, hope you don't me having a whack at Raggedpaw.
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[C!NDERDUST]

Caramelpaw waved her tail in greeting to Silentbreeze, and Cinderdust smiled, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight as the apprentice bounced in circles. "Cinderdust, when do you think I can resume my training? I'm feeling a lot better. See?" The pale she-cat was circling the two older cats at an extremely fast pace that couldn't be good for her wounds. Sticking out one paw, Cinderdust caught the apprentice in midstride, pushing Caramelpaw firmly down next to her.

“Calm yourself,” she chuckled, eyeing her with one slanted emerald orb. “You don't want to ruin all of my hard work, do you?” The pretty medicine cat exchanged a glance with Silentbreeze, her heart swelling happily. Everyone was in such high spirits today, and why wouldn't they be? It was a day of celebration and joy.

Just then, the scraggly apprentice named Raggedpaw approached them, his ears flat and his eyes calculating. Cinderdust felt them on her back, and she shifted to face him, emerald gaze cutting into his. He sauntered up next to Caramelpaw and prodded her in the side. "What's going on?" he sneered, his voice harsh and unusually cold in the warm spring air. The medicine cat could still feel his gaze on hers, so she looked down at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised in warning. There would be no fighting today.

His gaze dropped, and almost as an afterthought, he kicked out at Caramelpaw's leg. Resisting the urge to hiss, Cinderdust tensed, biting her tongue and tasting blood. Before she could snap at the apprentice, another young voice rang from behind her. "Hey! Leave her alone, Raggedpaw. Why do you have to pick on her?" Glancing over her shoulder and past Silentbreeze, Cinderdust locked eyes with Dustpaw, his emerald gaze so similar to her own. His eyes slid past her to land on Raggedpaw, and there was a hint of dislike there.

Cinderdust huffed slightly and turned to Raggedpaw. With a sweet smile, she meowed, “Why don't you move closer up to the front, Raggedpaw? You could probably see better from up there.” Her tone left nothing to be argued. She expected to be obeyed, and immediately. This was getting too much, and during Stripestar's first ceremony! She would not let that happen.

With a quick glance towards Silentbreeze that clearly said Can you believe these apprentices?, Cinderdust faced the Flatrock once more and blinked, begging Stripestar to begin the ceremony.

Tags: all of ye above.
Charrie: Cinderdust
Words: four eighty nine
Other: last post before Europe. ): and gah we're all being so mean to poor Raggedpaw! i feel bad.

[burningg]

Every cat had their own opinions on how WindClan was going, how Bluestar had lead and what the future held. To Burningheart, however, most of that was irrelevant. As long as the clan was all together with strong borders, he wasn't phased about anything. Even though they were a clan, there was room to move. To have a small bit of freedom. that was all he needed. Right at that moment though, he was as far away from thinking about the clan as possible, instead his thoughts focused on the small rabbit shapes that were hopping around on the room of the warriors den. How they got there, he wasn't sure, but it was different and had his interest captured. There were many who would probably be rolling their eyes at him but as per usual, he really didn't notice.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, Gather here beneath the Flatrock for a Clan meeting!” Ears pricking at once, his roll over and leap to his small paws was almost a blur, as a familiar glint caught in his amber gaze. Stripebird... no, wait, Stripestar! Was back! Without a second thought, the ginger and white tom bounded out of the warriors den, leaving the rabbits on the roof alone to do their jumping. looking around the clearing, most cats were beginning to gather and with a small purr, the tom trotted forward, carefully glancing over everyone around before looking up to where his best friend was seated, seeming with the same calmness that was always there. He really was a curious tom. Giving a friendly wave of his tail, the tom decided against addressing his friend and instead looked around for anyone he could talk to.

As one would only presume, he managed to see Falconflare and without a second thought, he padded over to the tom, giving a cheerful purr of greeting to the dull-looking cat. he hated seeing anyone looking as depressed as this cat, and although he hadn't giving him much thought over time, now was as good a time as ever right? Sitting down with a thump next to the tom, Burningheart grin with a small purr. "Meeting as last eh? It means the clan is moving forward toward better times." His cheerful voice was more of a chirp, but looking at the gray tom, he didn't think it would go far astray.

[darkheart]

He smiled to the female that had greeted him. He dipped his head in his own greeting and looked to the other cats that were about. He did wonder what was going to happen today. Mainly the apprentices that were going to be assigned. Much had changed and many needed to be awarded their right to be a warrior or apprentice. He looked back to Carmelpaw, and when he was in the apprentice's line of sight, he made a motion with his paws. 'How are you today?' he was asking.

[kite • claw]

claws of the kite

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It was that kind of day, where the sun draped its cheerful rays over the earth, where the winged silhouettes in the sky were chirping brightly, where the whole camp seemed to be filled with quiet mumurs of pointless conversation. The kind of day where the air simply hummed calmly, without any shocks of tension and fear, even though there was still the imminent problem of RiverClan. It was the kind of day that would be labeled as 'pleasant' and 'uneventful'.

And Kiteclaw didn't like it one bit.

She was stretched out languidly under an overhanging slab of slate, tail twitching idly. In appearance, the black and white warrior looked to be in the same state of relaxation as every other cat in the camp. But she really felt as if her pelt were on fire with anticipation. She was itching for something exciting to happen. Not necessarily violence; no, she wasn't at all eager to unsheath her claws and spill blood, even if it was that of RiverClan's. Kiteclaw was simply looking for a change in her life, something different than the wash, rinse, and repeat cycle she went through every day.

With a slight hiss, the lithe little she-cat heaved herself up out of the shadows and began to walk towards the entrance of the camp. Perhaps hunting would take her mind off her idle state. Before she could leave, however, a pale, striped shape slipped by her, his eyes focused intently on something in front of him. The she-cat gave a little nod to her new leader, Stripestar. He didn't seem to see her though, and so she shrugged and moved on.

She was a pawstep or two out of the camp when she heard Stripestar's voice ring out. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Flatrock for a Clan meeting!"

Kiteclaw contemplated just slipping out and ignoring the call, but her loyalty to her leader guided her paws and turned them around to head back to the camp. She grumbled a few obscenities under her breath about her time being wasted as she maneuvered her way through the crowd of cats pouring into the clearing, back to where she had been moments before. The low ledge she had been sitting under was situated in the very back of the camp; the patched cat chose to heave herself on top of it. It was an advantageous seat because it only gave her enough height to see over the heads of her Clanmates; it did not have her competing for height with Stripestar, who was seated calmly on the Flatrock.

Her intense orange eyes scanned the cats in front of her. She saw groups of cats who were in deep conversation, and their words drifted towards her. She envied them for a second, but the pang of feeling soon faded.

She didn't need anyone to talk to, not today. Today, she sought comfort in solitude. When she woke up this morning, she had spent time reminiscing about her past - about when she was an apprentice, and when she had had a best friend. A best friend who was now gone.

One would say that those thoughts were probably the cause of her moodiness today.

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[cinderwing]

Yellow eyes half lidded, Cinderwing licked one paw and ran it slowly over her ears. The golden sun had warmed her black and white coat to a comfortable temperature, leaving her feeling drowsy, but content. It had been a long day for the senior warrior, what with the hunting and solo patrolling, an old habit of hers that she had never been able to shake. She knew that scouring the moorland alone could be dangerous, but she was more than happy to face it. She had tangled with danger more times than she could count, and lived. Cinderwing was comfortable with what she had achieved in her lifetime, so when her time would finally come, she would have no regrets. Of that she was sure.

However, recent life in WindClan had left the she-cat feeling less than serene. The constantly changing leadership and shifting in alliances had left the tradition-sturdy warrior feeling uprooted and insecure, but with the newly named Stripestar having finally received his nine lives, she was already beginning to feel better. Inhaling, Cinderwing allowed the scent of her Clan mates to wash over her, causing her claws to flex at the thought that, should the need arise, she would protect them with her life.

A moment later, her ears flicked, twitching as the sound of Stripestar’s voice carried through camp. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Flatrock for a Clan meeting!” The call was familiar in an almost cultural way, leaving the black and white warrior feeling energized and awake. Standing, Cinderwing turned her attention towards the Flatrock, and quickly caught sight of the tabby shape of Stripestar perched on its peak, his tail raised as he surveyed the camp---which was now alive with the shifting forms of WindClan cats.

Cinderwing watched for a moment without moving, taking in familiar faces: Silentbreeze, Cinderdust, Mintfur, Caramelpaw, Tawnypaw, Falconflare…and many others. Tail twitching with excitement for the new ceremony and curiosity for what would happen, Cinderwing slipped gracefully to her paws and moved towards the Flatrock with her Clan mates.

Moving to off to one side, Cinderwing settled down neatly by herself, wrapping her skinny black tail around her paws. As she waited for Stripestar to begin, the she-cat continued to wash her ears, the action looking as calm and effortless as before.

[mute]

A white she-cat emerged into camp a gray rabbit and a couple of small mice hanging from her jaw. She twitched her tail silently and padded over to the fresh-kill pile.

The she-cat stared at the pile for a moment and thought about how everything seemed to be at peace for the moment. The cat dropped her prey gently setting it on top and going over to the warriors den to settle for the night, but something caught her attention.

"...gather here beneath the Flatrock for a Clan meeting!" she turned to face the newly made leader, Stripestar. Her icy blue eyes stared at the small tabby with green eyes staring across his clan. She looked into the warrior's den and sighed, Hopefully it won't be long. she thought. She skipped breakfast and lunch and just went out hunting all day. She just wanted to sleep before anything else comes between her and her sleep.

It just has to wait, I guess. The white female paced over to Falconflare. "Mind if I sit here with you?" she asked, but instead waiting for an answer she sat herself next to the tom and stared at Stripestar.

Her thoughts jumbled up against her mind, her eyes looked around her white body and she can clearly see Caramelpaw and Cinderdust. I should stop by and see if she is alright. As the Windclan warrior remembered the accident with Riverclan which made her feel bitter and confused with herself. She shook off the thoughts and turned to the tom, "So what do you think Stripeb-I mean Stripestar wants?" she asked quietly between them. She has not yet gotten use to his new name.

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[falcon]

Falconflare shifted on his paws impatiently, from a distance it looked like he was swaying for some odd reason only known to him. Why did these things have to take so damn long to even start? The whole thing was irritating, and prety much the same everytime. These kits are of age blah blah blah, these apprentices have completed blah blah blah. In reality the whole thing gave him a headache. The shiny grey tabby tom lifted a paw to his mouth and drawing his tongue absently over it n a means to waste some time. Without paying much attention to his surroundings now he drew it over his ears in turn. He then moved onto his whiskers, which were thin like cobwebs dangling like silver string beside his angled face. He flicked his gaze up towards Raggedpaw, and company, he was a slight bit interested at this point since she was sending him up front.Not really caring to wait for the younger toms reaction to that he began licking at his chest fur, might as well right? I mean he didn't really care if he was presentable or not but at least it gave him something to do.

When he was finished he stared absently ahead, back at Stripestar. He was so glad he didn't have to deal with apprentices, even though he knew that to become a deputy you needed to mentor an apprentice, he didnt really give a rats tail about that. He wasn't ambitious, he didn't want any of the responsiblity, and so he did not care if he ever got an apprentice. It would just be a waste of his time, they'd irritate him and he snap at them, they would cry and thats usually how it went. Obviously he wasn't the most sympathetic of cats or empathetic for that matter, he could care less really. With a flick of his left ear he heard more cats entering camp, and coming from dens. In the corner of his eye he noticed a tom cat stop to look at him. Great another admirer he thought giving a quick eye roll to show his distain. To his surprise the tom trotted over to him like it was no big deal. Flicking his amber gaze on him, his eyes instantly narrowed skeptically.The reason he was back here was so he could sit alone, and now it was ruined. He scowled and hunched his shoulders ads the tom cheerfully approached him and sat down.

He scooted away a bit, curling his tail over his paws, while making his expression emotionles and stone like, though his eyes stayed narrowed. "Meeting as last eh? It means the clan is moving forward toward better times."

Falconflare turned his gaze on the chipper tom cat, the whole scene made him uneasy, and slightly sick. "Yippe."[/color] he muttered sarcastically. Though he knew he better say something else beside just that. "I suppose it's been awhile."[/color] he added dully, his voce had no real enthusiasm in it. He then turned his gaze straight ahead not allowing anymore eye conact, maybe if he ignored him he would go away. Straightening his form, he lifted his head having an almost magestic appearance if it wasn't for his kil me now eyes. Movement from the center of the clan caught his attention and a white she-cat noticed the two. oh, come on! his mind growled as she to made her way over.

"Mind if I sit here with you?"[/color] she had asked him. yes! He let out a low growl as she just plopped down beside him on his other side, what was this a party? His nose wrinkled in discontent he almost felt like he was being squashed between them. He didn't ask for a glee crew to come around hungin and holding tails, like some sort of commune. His ears flicked back onto his skull, but again his face slide into a calm, yet solid expression. She turned away for a moment to monitor the other two cats ahead. So what do you think Stripeb-I mean Stripestar wants?"[/color] She was looking pointedly at him, great now she was trying to converse. His mind lingered over the idea of just not answering but then, his mind was slower than his mouth. "Who knows.[/color] he snapped, glaring ahead of him without even looking in her direction at all. Feeling her gaze he flicked his dark dull ones to hers. "Probably some apprentice things, that what its always about, now stop bugging me and wait for Stripestar to tell you."[/color] he mewed his tone was more harsh than he intended but oh well, he didn't want company though even with his words he had a feeling they still wouldn't leave. How would he know what this thing was about anyways? What was he some sort of mind reader? Even if he was one he would have gone completly mad by now, who knows maybe he already was.

Thinking about it, he didn't really try to focus on who was univitedly sitting with him anyways. Gliding his gaze smoothly towards the tom, he took in his feature quietly. Processing it through his brain, warrior obviously. Burnt colored pelt. Dopey cheerfulness. He needed a name and his mind finally processed one, Burningheart. He was amazed he even remembered, he didn't socialize very much if ever so he never took names into consideration. Turning his gaze on the female now he did the same thing. Her name finally appearing on his mind, Mutefang. Turning his gaze back towards the front, they probably thought he was some sort of weirdo, staring at them intently like that. Well either they thought he was weird, or a jerk for not remembering them so quickly. Both insults he was familiar with, and used to. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]