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darknight

EVERYTHING FOR A REASON
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His body ached. Really, it did. He doesn't think he's walked this far his entire life combined, and he's kind of over it. Dark's eyes are narrowed as he stalks forward, heading towards where that old geezer of a kittypet had directed them. First, he (and his sibling) had made it all the way to the sea. Then they had to turn around and hike back the direction they came to follow after the cats that left the shipyard. His objective was to find his sister, and someone he knew had tipped him off that this was the direction that she had headed after tearing away from the gang, but who knows if it was the truth.

Terrible place, that shipyard, by the way. Stinks of fish rot and seawater filled with salt. He was NOT a fan of it, especially with his currently bruised pride. But no one needed to know that. Know that he had failed in succeeding as the leader that he wanted to be, failed at taking over where their parents had roamed and attempted to rule themselves. He blows a huff of hot air out as another reed smacks him in the nose, and he exclaims out loud- "Tides DAMN it." A paw reaches out, swatting at the plant, which returns to smack him on his scarred muzzle. A frown twists on his face, and if looks could kill, the reed would be in a billion little tiny pieces-

The scent hits him. A colony, one thickly bonded if the uniform scent was anything to go by. Dark falls silent, glancing back towards Umber with a look of quiet disbelief, then excitement, then a solidity of need. Sharp green eyes turned back forward. "Don't do anything stupid, yeah?" Dark grumbled out towards Umber, knowing that it was fruitless anyways. Umber could do what they pleased and Dark would probably roll over and let it happen. Anyone else, he'd be tearing them to shreds, likely so.

Anyone else brings him to thoughts of his sister. Rust. The whole reason they were here, chasing the ghost of the past. "Whoever's there, you can come out- I can smell you." Dark announces towards the scent. He's aware that their paws are itching at this colony's borders too, that he's encroaching on 'territory', but he doesn't give a fuck. "We're looking for our sister. Rust. Is she here or not?" He grunts out. Dark is tired, he aches, he'd LOVE a nap and a meal, but he's gotta ask first before they can split on another pointless endeavor.

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  • DARK he/him, rogue, sixteen moons.
    ⟡ a lh black smoke with sharp, forest green eyes. a brutish shaped tom with broad shoulders and more of a defensive body-shape then agile, he stands nearly a head taller then some cats. he carries a pawful of scars on his body, reminiscent of the gang that he left behind.
    ⟡ mentored by who / mentoring nobody
    ⟡ brother to russetfall and umber
    ⟡ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ⟡ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

    ⟡ ref image by laevatein, headshot done by arankay
 
FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE
EMPTINESS MACHINE

.

She'd slipped away after her usual duties were finished, given Thunderpaw the day off as a break. And perhaps to soften the blow when Pikestar named her brother a warrior and not her at the upcoming meeting. She'd hate Russetfall for it, she was sure.

It was a strange thing, the anticipation of being disliked. It had never much mattered to the molly before. Hatred had been a shield as much of a tool for her in the past. It made clear lines of who could be trusted for the moment and who would sooner go for your throat when your guard was down.
'But it's not like that here.'

Something she often needed to remind herself despite the distance from her past.

Tides DAMN IT.

The hair along her spine bristles into sharp spikes at the voice. No fucking way. She'd recognize that growl anywhere. Had he brought the entire gang with him or was he alone? ...No, she could smell her other sibling too. This didn't reassure her at all but the life guard forces her fur to lie flat all the same.

It takes a heartbeat longer for her to compose herself before she steps out of the reeds with her tail held high despite her stomach feeling like it was twisting itself into knots. "...I haven't gone by 'Rust' in moons. It's Russetfall now, Night and..." Green eyes coldly drift to her other sibling, sizing them up. What were they here for? To try and drag her back to mother and father and the rest of the gang? Did they want revenge for leaving them all the moment she'd had a chance? "Umber... I'd say it's nice to see you both again but that'd be a lie. What do you want. This is Riverclan territory."

She cursed herself for going hunting alone, hopefully another clanmate would wander this way to back her up if this turned ugly.


25 moons
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Life Guard of Riverclan
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it's been decided how we lose
RUSSETFALL

— Life Guard of Riverclan
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
#8a2c55
 

With all admission, Umber was sick and tired of walking. Sent to one foul place to another that seemed utterly fruitless. She couldn't have been surprised if Dark had led them on a wild goose chase, but she was to hold her tongue, though that was only as successful as her brother's outburst which earned him a snort and a raised eyebrow. "Cursing the water's won't solve anything, Dark. Baring your teeth won't solve every issue." She rolled her eyes, but shot him a teasing smile.

She needed to keep herself sane with teasing the other, they had spent far too long on a seemingly useless search for their dearly missed Rust. Just the suggestion was enough to genuinely sour her expression, she wasn't sure how she felt at the prospect of intercepting the other if they might find her. But as Dark was rather easily frustrated by the reeds, Umber had to chuckle as she slipped past the reeds. Until, the other met them with an expression they could not ignore, pelt prickling slightly as they recognised the look in Dark's eyes. "Well, I suppose it would solve plenty of them." Umber sneered, it was strong in the air, the scent of other cats, and to their chagrin, it seemed they may not be alone. The pointers they had been given seemed correct this time and they were not certain how kindly they may be greeted.

But on their brother's addition, their face warmed with a smile that didn't quite meet their eyes. "Oh, come on now. You think so low of me?.. But, then again, no promises." Umber shrugged. They never promised in the past to withhold themself, though they supposed if they were to meet whatever strange clowder Rust had fallen into, they would have to at least give some good graces. Lest they get chased off if someone couldn't behave.

Though, Umber quickly tightened their lips as Dark's gaze affixed on something not far away, their instinct was correct, someone had found them. She let Dark approach first, but Umber's prickled fur flattened as instead a laugh of disbelief slipped from their maw. Oh, what cruel irony. "Would you look at that, Dark, you would think we had found ourselves a ghost." The tabby's eyes narrowed, approaching at the side of their brother and placing a feathered tail against his shoulder. "Come now, there's no need to bare teeth. Rust! Isn't it just lovely to see you." A purr dripping saccharine, mismatched eyes looking down at sharp green that shot back.

It was their sister's reaction that caught them off guard, face souring in confusion. "Russetfall?" Umber glanced to Dark with something unspoken but clung to the air. "It's one thing to have left like a spectre in the night, it's something else entirely to give yourself such an..." Umber held their tongue for a moment, they had grown use to their snark going uncontested, but unlike those drab cats of their collective past, Rust was no one to scoff at. "Interesting name..."

Umber, already exhausted from their travels sat on their haunches with an exasperated sigh. "Now that's no way to treat family, not a warm greeting or even an apology." They scoffed, shaking their head. "If you must know, the gang disbanded, there was nothing left for there. With them." Umber's lips pressed together adverting their gaze, looking about in a muted curiosity. "Though, it seems you have found yourself a new little clowder, I smell more cats than just you in this place, Rust."
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UMBERLIGHT
 Any pronouns, Rogue, 25 moons.
A longhaired twilight charcoal tabby with white markings and mismatched blue-green eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring no one
littermate to Russetfall and Darknight
NPC x NPC / parent to none / mated to none
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Hawk ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, message in #phoenix-pyre for plots.
 
It still felt wrong to him, that each and every council member agreed that it would be best to hold Thunderpaw back a moon from graduation. Not because she lacked the required skills necessary to pass, but because she was grieving. A concern was also raised as to whether or not they should hold back Galepaw as well, since they were siblings. To graduate one and not the other could be considered cruel from onlookers. However, the clan needed more warriors. Galepaw didn't seem to grieve as much as Thunderpaw. He was able to hold himself together a bit better or at the very least he was able to hide hid grief better. In any case, the council had decided in the end to graduate Galepaw. With the increase of mouths to feed and with Leaf bare right around the corner? Resources mattered more than ever.

However, he still couldn't shake the unease he felt. Speaking to the council again about the issue would only anger Frostmoth. He needed to trust in them, but it didn't hurt to ask Russetfall's true feelings about the matter right? After all, she was Thunderpaw's mentor. She knew the apprentice better than he did. Even if they shared a tender moment, he couldn't say with absolute certainty that he understood her. Maybe this choice was the wrong one? Of course, there was no way of knowing until it actually happened. Ugh. Everything's so complicated. In any case, he went off in search of the warrior.

Everything was going smoothly until two strange scents reached his nostrils. Before he knows it, he is bounding through the forest, hoping that he is not too late. Eventually he sees Russetfall in the distance with two other cats. Cats who aren't the kittypets from the campgrounds nor are they from any other clan. He doesn't hiss or chase them away. He has no idea what the situation is, but its clear that there is some discomfort from Russetfall.

She was his friend. A proud one that had a heart of gold, beyond the thorns shielding it. He takes his place by Russetfall's side. He takes a look at the pair of cats before them. While they aren't clan cats, their presence screams danger. It feels unwise to try and strike them.
"What business if any do you have with Riverclan? I'd suggest not taking another step."

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭
  • PIKESTAR
     — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
    ♱ 43 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
    ♱ speech is
    "#36D9AB"
    — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
    ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
    ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
    ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
 
(⏾) willowburn finds themself seeking russetfall more often than not these days. the chocolate life guard is something of an odd comfort within the monotonous days of leaf-fall. as leafbare comes on, the two have spent much of their time by the river in an attempt to retrieve as much prey as possible before the ice overtakes the water. today, willowburn is out with their apprentices, observing their land hunting techniques, when they scents the strangers. flicking their tail for crescentpaw and beepaw to follow, they move towards the border, alert for any danger. as the trio approach, the smoke finds they are not the first to happen upon this place. russetfall faces off with two strangers, backed up by a surprisingly guarded looking pikestar. striding from the undergrowth, the green eyed feline joins her friend's side, flicking their tail against the chocolate warrior's flank briefly.

you're not alone, she wants to tell her friend. whoever these cats are... siblings or ghosts from the life guard's past, it doesn't matter. pikestar speaks with a hardened gaze, firm in a way he rarely is. pride for the silver leader floods the feline, but she does not take her gaze away from the newcomers. sizing them up, she reckons if things go south, the three of them plus two apprentices could take these two rogues. stars forbid it comes to that.


WITH THE ECHOING HYMN ⏾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE
  • // " #87874b"
  • WILLOWBURN ⏾ tags / toyhouse

    ⏾ genderfluid (she / they) / lesbian, mate of none
    ⏾ 35 moons old, ages realistically
    ⏾ warrior of riverclan
    ⏾ sibling to SMOKEWREATH
    ⏾     adoptive mother to BLOOMKIT, RUMBLEKIT, CLOUDKIT, BUCKKIT
    ⏾     mentoring CRESCENTPAW, BEEPAW / mentored by none
    ⏾ penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!

    a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.
​
 
The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

.


What had begun as a simple stroll to clear her head had taken a turn she hadn't expected. Wavesong had only wanted a breath of crisp air, maybe a fish or two to bring home before returning to the warmth of camp, but fate, as always, had other plans. The scent hit her first: unfamiliar, sharp, and foreign to RiverClan's borders. Her muscles tensed instinctively, hackles lifting as low voices carried on the breeze. One of them, Russetfall. Her friend's tone was firm, steady... And she wasn't alone. Relief flickered through Wavesong's chest when she scented Pikestar and Willowburn, chased quickly by vigilance.

With a few bounding strides, she emerged from the reeds, her sleek pelt bristling slightly against the chill. She came to a halt beside Willowburn, posture tall but calm, her presence quiet strength rather than aggression. Her blue eyes swept the gathered group, landing for a moment on Russetfall. A silent exchange passed between them, trust, reassurance before she turned her gaze toward the strangers. " Greetin's, ye wanderin' souls. " she began, her tone smooth yet edged with that easy confidence. " What's got yerselves wound up here? I do hope none of it be trouble, would be a shame, that. " A faint smile tugged at her lips, the kind that could be taken as either polite or warning, depending on how one chose to hear it.

She lowered herself to sit, wrapping her plumed tail neatly around her paws. " Name's Wavesong. " she added simply before glancing sidelong at Russetfall, voice softening. " Ye good, lass? Do ye know these folks? "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis


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Umber tries to feed him some kind of taunt back- as per usual. Dark's ears flattened against his skull temporarily, as if would urge the sibling's words out of his head. Umber was right about that, but he wasn't going to admit to that by any means. He grunts at the sneer, his tail lashing behind him. It hadn't solved any of his problems back at the gang, but he wasn't going to let that particular prick at his skin get to him. No, his time for whining over that was left just about a dozen days ago.

But the cat that pressed out of the din was... well, wasn't that lucky? Dark drew himself to a taller height, his green eyes peering down at Rust. A matching pair, they were, green eyes sharpened on the siblings' sister. "Yeah, a ghost, Umber." He responds, a hint dazed. A face that he hadn't seen in moons, aged like so, with a different scent and hell, what might as well be a different fucking accent at this point too. Dark's nose flared. "Abandoning the name Rust for something like Russetfall... a clan?" He questions. There was too much information, all at once. He drags his sharpened gaze away from Rust- Russetfall, or whatever now, to glance at Umber with an uncertainty.

His sibling sits, and Dark just barely restrains shaking his head. "She speaks the truth." He says, voice as clear as a well-spring. "The gang is gone." Dark's eyes shifted past his sister, where more then one of these clowder, colonly- Riverclan cats emerge. One, two, three and four, then five more. Outnumbered. His skin prickles at the thought of it, though they aren't there to attack. Dark knows this, and a short glance towards Umber hopefully confirms it from his sibling as well. "Shit. Speak of them and they will appear, huh?" Dark's tail flicked behind him, referring to the way Russetfall had mentioned it was a claimed territory.

"Touchy ones, too." He hums out, green eyes narrowing at Pikestar and Willowburn briefly- both are tense in different ways. He doesn't bother to introduce himself, not until Wavesong leans in and offers the first olive branch. She doesn't shift into a defensive or offensive stance, no- she sits. Dark's chin lifts, considering briefly, then exhaled a huff of hot air.

Part of playing leader and reaching for the chair at the top was speaking pretty, and looking prettier, wasn't it?

"My name is Dark. This is Umber- we're siblings to Russetfall, here." His chin drops, a polite nod sent in the direction of his sister. There's a hint of a tiny smile on the edges of his maw, but it could be conceived as just simply being... friendly. "No trouble is going to follow us- what we left behind is far behind." Dark slowly shifts his posture, standing taller in a more respectful way, his tail lowering (yet, his ears remained alert.) "I hear there's a... a Riverclan? I'm curious if there's room for two more or not, though I must admit I know little of this 'clan' concept." His hand is on the table, his partial truth is spoken. His shoulder gently presses to Umber's, hopefully a steadying beat for his sibling.

They may survive leafbare on their own, but they'd be sickly, cold, on empty stomachs with nowhere to call home at the moment. This was a good a shot as any, and Rust- Russetfall was here. They had an in, and Dark was trying his best to make sure they lived.

What comes after survival was a topic that would be on his mind later, but one he'd think of all the same.

_____________GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN ⟡ AS ALIVE AS YOU NEED ME TO BE _____________
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  • DARK he/him, rogue, twenty five moons.
    ⟡ a lh black smoke with sharp, forest green eyes. a brutish shaped tom with broad shoulders and more of a defensive body-shape then agile, he stands nearly a head taller then some cats. he carries a pawful of scars on his body, reminiscent of the gang that he left behind.
    ⟡ mentored by who / mentoring nobody
    ⟡ brother to russetfall and umber
    ⟡ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ⟡ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

    ⟡ ref image by laevatein, headshot done by arankay
 

With the advent of more activity nearby in the twoleg campground, it seems that there has been equal parts strangers coming onto RiverClan territory and seeking refuge. Frostmoth is unsure if this is a good or bad thing. On one paw, it meant greater numbers to protect one another from enemies and keep the camp stocked in the winter months ahead, but on the other paw these were strangers who- at their very base of being- were just another mouth to feed. He wonders if he should talk to Pikestar about this, but puts a pin in that thought when he steps up alongside his leader.

Frostmoth isn't as close to Russetfall as Pikestar or even cats like Willowburn. He likes the life guard well enough, but between the busyness of his own role and the prickliness of the molly he finds that he just hasn't had the ability to grow close to her as others have. Still, it's easy enough to recognize that she seems to be disquieted by the approach of this pair of strangers. At the lighter-coated one's mention of family, his eyes narrow. Russetfall had not had kind things to say about her past, and by extension he assumes these two as well.

Subconsciously, Frostmoth finds that his fur brushes close to Willowburn's side. A sense of comfort derived from the closeness of the older sister figure in his life. An even more comforting sense that the reception of his siblings would never be like this. Despite his fur prickling, he glances toward Pikestar without saying anything. What would he say or think about this? Would these two be allowed to stay? Did Russetfall even want them here?

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE
  • "SPEECH"
  • ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 25 moons
    — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
    — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
    — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  • penned by carat!
 
FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE
EMPTINESS MACHINE

.

Russetfall doesn't allow the relief to show on her face when Pikestar and then Willowburn appear at her side as if they'd sensed the tension between her and her siblings. Briefly she allows herself to lean into Willowburn's side before just as quickly pulling away. And just as quickly she's flanked by Wavesong and Frostmoth as well. A whole patrol, facing off against her siblings she'd thought she'd never see again. ...She'd left them for dead herself, hadn't she?

"...A ghost, hah," The laugh is one of disbelief, and the life guard shakes her head faintly. She could understand why they'd think that. Green eyes briefly dart to Pike, then back to her siblings when they speak of her relation to them. "They're right, these are my siblings, Dark-" A sharp nod to the large tom towering over her. "-and Umber." A paw points to the other, eyes narrowed on mismatched eyes.

The gang is gone.

Words she had never expected to hear, really. Certainly not after fleeing in the dead of night like she had. Still, it was not news she had wanted to hear like this. Surrounded by cats she finally found she could...trust, mostly. Surely everyone had just heard that and connected the dots to what that made the life guard. Nothing but a rogue playing pretend at being something better than she was. Something good.

"The gang's gone..?" Russetfall echoes, mentally kicking herself for responding at all. She shakes her head, frowning at Dark's sudden change in tune. She knew that smile of his. She didn't trust this at all. "Whether or not you join Riverclan isn't really up to me-" Her tail briefly flicks Pikestar's shoulder. She knows he'll likely defer to her opinion on this. They were her family after all. ...The word nearly brings bile to her mouth."It's his. But if you really want to join, know that we have rules here."

The word 'rules' is pointed at them like a sword. A warning and threat rolled in one despite the neutral expression hiding barely contained teeth. 'I'm watching you both, I don't trust you.


25 moons
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Life Guard of Riverclan
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she/her
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tags


it's been decided how we lose
RUSSETFALL

— Life Guard of Riverclan
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
#8a2c55
 
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While at first Umber thought the idea of more strangers showing up and surrounding them, they promptly realized this was actually a best-case scenario. Her gaze scanned these "clan" cats, so they called themselves. Some seemed defensive, a rather handsome marred silver tabby talking sharply caught her attention, a kinder spoken chimera giving her name. "It is all my pleasure to meet you, Wavesong, all of you in fact." Shr purred, tilting her head towards the lot of them.

As Dark talked, sharp as ever, Umber cleared his throat. "Now, no need for comments! We are trespassing, you must commend them for their duty to their clan. Riverclan, correct?" Mismatched eyes falling to Russetfall for confirmation, only as she commented it was not her decision to make for joiners, the tabby's eyebrows raised at that, continuing as he held his tongue from commenting. "Well, who is it we can turn to about joining? I understand trust is not easily given to strangers like us, but we are willing to put our work into prove ourselves useful." It was the marred-faced tom who caught his attention, questioning directly what they sought, what their business was. To the point. He couldn't fault him. "Ever since the gang disbanded, we've been roving, and since the cold front is on the horizon, we've had poor luck in shelter and prey. We seek a new home."

Umber knew dear little Russetfall didn't trust them as far as she could launch them, but she was being blatent and rather bitter about it. As if she were not the one to abandon them? Leave them for dead, let th-

The tabby took a sharp inhale of breath, coursing between clentched teeth, but eyes still lidded in a relaxed manner, that was something to deliberate for later, for now it seemed they would have to really prove themselves if they were to survive the cold moons. "Well, of course, there would be rules; you all seem far more organized than what we are used to. If anything, I do hope that would show you we've changed, Russetfall." If she was going to be so determined to keep them at a tails-length, then it would be no use to appeal to her, but these Riverclan cats on the other hand... "Allow us to prove as much, we haven't been perfect, but at least give us a chance to prove ourselves."

It was a gamble, but Umber moved from Dark's side, taking a step towards Russetfall. "We were all young and dumb; you've redeemed yourself clearly." They motioned to the clowder watching on, a show where, if she wanted to or not, Russet was center stage. "We are apples from the same tree, if you get a second chance, permit us that same grace." "Else let them think you haven't changed at all, Rust. Show them you're no different, for your own sense of pride." Umber had no idea how just how hard to bite back vitriol would be, but if she wanted to make it a spectacle, then they could play the part all the better.
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UMBERLIGHT
 Any pronouns, Rogue, 25 moons.
A longhaired twilight charcoal tabby with white markings and mismatched blue-green eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring no one
littermate to Russetfall and Darknight
NPC x NPC / parent to none / mated to none
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Hawk ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, message in #phoenix-pyre for plots.
 
Pikestar knew little to nothing about the situation. What he did know was his Life Guard's origins as a rogue. Most would change their tune once that fact came to light, but he knew her. Not once did she strike him or even attempt to kill him when they were alone, when the opportunity presented itself. In fact, she warned him about Adder and imparted her wisdom onto him. They made a deal of course, one that he was going to uphold till the end. Unless she had decided otherwise, he would support her in the way he could. Unfortunately, with the rate this conversation between family was going...

What's up you and I having sibling issues? The urge to chuff is swallowed down as her tail flicks his shoulder. To inform him that he must make a decision. A decision he can not make due to Umber stepping forward to his friend. The air is tense as they approach, no doubt RiverClan is ready to strike should Umber make a foolish decision. The speech given is touching, yet his mind yowls in rejection. Even if the pair are apples from the same tree, it didn't mean they are the same. Kuhli and Brook were proof of that. Both were his siblings, and yet they couldn't be more different. To this day, while they were family in blood... He couldn't say he felt close to them or had the urge to call them a sibling.

However, unlike Kulhi and Brook... These two were rogues. With their unfortunate luck in food and shelter, he can foresee a future in which the pair of siblings would linger and try and steal prey. Perhaps, even try and find Russetfall all alone. To convince her to spare some resources or to fight her for them was a mystery, but there was one truth he found that mattered most. If he were to let this pair roam freely, it would spell nothing but trouble. Even if there was some risk in showing them their home, it was better than having to waste resources on chasing off this pair continuously while worrying about what the other clans may do. The last thing we need to do is fight when Leafbare is approaching.

Pikestar can't help but sigh.
"Russetfall is a honorable warrior of this clan. The grace she receives from all of us is due to her hard work and compassion."
A lie. None of them knew of their past. She kept it secret from all of them. He wouldn't have known if it hadn't been for that dreadful time. If they had known about her past, he isn't too sure they would willingly approach her. If they did approach there would always be a lingering sense of doubt and fear. However, whenever he recalls the times she laughs while playing with Iciclewish... It's hard to imagine her suddenly turning on them and digging her claws into their flesh. Should I really be saying that? Especially with what happened with Adder?

He shakes his head.
"I don't trust either of you, but that could change in time. After all, you have asked to prove yourselves. I will give you and Dark one moon to adjust to our way of life with warrior's overseeing your progress. Bayhowl, Willowburn, and I will be teaching you. A single paw out of line will result in exile."
He turns his head to his deputy and then to Russetfall.
"If Frostmoth and Russetfall agree with these terms, we'll all return to camp. Together."
Bayhowl is not one who will be swayed so easily. They'll keep me in check if I'm too soft. Willowleaf will help balance out the harshness. To have Russetfall train them would be a disaster. Hopefully, these terms sound reasonable to the clan.
𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭
  • PIKESTAR
     — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
    ♱ 43 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
    ♱ speech is
    "#36D9AB"
    — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
    ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
    ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
    ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
 
The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

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Wavesong observed Dark quietly, a twitch of her ear as her blue eyes traveled over the two newcomers. Siblings to Russetfal... And he claimed he'd left his troubles behind. She hoped that was the full truth and not some carefully spun half-lie. A soft swish of her tail accompanied a polite nod toward the pair. They sought shelter, then, good. That was sensible. Her gaze flicked toward Pikestar, Frostmoth, and Russetfall. The decision truly lay with them... Pikestar, as leader. Frostmoth, as deputy. And Russetfall, for the connection these two shared with her. If she could not trust them to keep the peace... Well, the thought made her stomach tighten, though only briefly.

She met Frostmoth's gaze for a moment, blinking softly, before returning her attention to the strangers. Russetfall assured them there were rules to follow, and Wavesong's ears twitched. Umber spoke next, tilting his head in thought, his words clever and smooth, as if calculated. Wavesong wasn't sure what to make of that, but she always leaned toward giving the benefit of the doubt. Even so, her mind couldn't help wandering to her kits back in camp. Were they safe? Were they being watched closely while she focused on this meeting? She flicked her tail, a flicker of worry tightening her chest, before shaking it away. For now, she had to focus, keep her head clear, and trust those around her to care for the young ones.

When Pikestar finally called out his verdict, Wavesong exhaled softly, dipping her head in agreement. For now, it would be so. " Fer now, I would say welcome to th'Clan. " she purred, her voice gentle yet firm, a small smile tugging at her muzzle.

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