Open Camp RiverClan FACE FORWARD — MEETING 8.24

This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
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It was time. Perhaps more than enough time for everything to settle. Silver paws find themselves clambering up the meeting stump.
"Good morning Riverclan."
Several heads turn to him.
"I know its been some time since the gathering and how you may have some questions. I promise to go over them today, but I'd like us to turn our attention to the apprentices first."
Ears flick at sound of whispers and paw steps drawing near. Slight guilt gnaws at him seeing the groggy faces and yawning cats being called for a meeting so early, but he figured this would be best to hold in the morning than afternoon.

With a good chunk of cats gathered he scans the crowd for one apprentice in particular. Once he finds them, he motions a paw forward.
"Mistpaw, you have completed your training and have proven your skills. From this moment on you will join the ranks of the warriors, and it is my honor to give you the name Mistveil for your loyalty and tenacity."
While he had some reservations about Adderfang, he couldn't deny that the former lead warrior trained Mistveil well. The only thing he worried about was Mistveil's attitude towards other clans, but with how things have been going on as of late... He could see the value.

And now came a difficult decision. One that he knew would be met with rage. However, it would be in horrible faith to allow them to graduate. The silver leader looks to a certain black tom and sighs,
"Rookpaw... I have decided that you'll remain an apprentice until you've shown improvement. However, you will be assigned another mentor. It's clear to me someone with a stricter paw is needed."
Green eyes ignore the daggers sent his way from the apprentice and land on one of his council members.
"Pigeonpearl will be taking over your training."
It wouldn't come as a surprise to Pigeonpearl, as the pair had actually discussed this. Originally the life guard was going to take over Rosepaw's training, but with what transpired between Rookpaw and Petalbreath? Yeah, some adjustments needed to be made. All he can do is nod as he saw the life guard make her way to Rookpaw and settle him down.

On the matter of Rosepaw... His gaze turns to the red molly.
"Rosepaw, training has been put to a sudden hold with Adderfang gone. Like Rookpaw you will be given a new mentor. I have decided that I'll be your mentor for the remainder of your training.
Without a doubt his workload has increased by taking on a second apprentice alongside Iciclepaw and was advised against it, but when he explained he wanted to see for himself what Adderfang had passed down... The other council members allowed it. They were still apprehensive about the decision, yet they figured Pikestar would only have to mentor the red molly for only a few moons. Rosepaw only needed to be taught a few more things or needed some help perfecting the ones she already learned.

A silver paw gestures for a brown apprentice to step forward.
"Sparrowpaw you too will be reassigned a mentor. I've heard from your previous mentor Brackenfur that you are interested in weaving and wish to become a weaver yourself. The cat who I entrust with the remainder of your training is Hydrangeabloom. He is one of Riverclan's finest weavers. I'm certain he will help you achieve your dream as well as teach you other skills."
Hydrangeabloom may not have any experience with teaching, but after hearing Brackenfur speak so fondly of Sparrowpaw... He figured the apprentice and warrior would get along the most. Hydrangeabloom wouldn't worry about Sparrowpaw trying to rile them up. No, all he had to worry about was an enthusiastic apprentice who wanted to learn all that they could about weaving.

For a while, the Riverclan leader lets the clan congratulate their new warrior and for the new pairings to converse with one another. Eventually, everyone settles down.
"Now... to answer some questions."
I should start there.

"I have eight lives left. Starclan gives each leader nine lives to lead their clan with. This means dealing with each clan is all the more complicated, since every leader is given more than one chance."
He can't help but wonder what is going through their minds. The ones at the gathering and had seen him come back to life could no longer avert their eyes to the truth. For those who remained at camp, they still had a chance to. It seemed unbelievable, but with how downtrodden everyone was when they returned... It was difficult not to consider it as truth. Especially with the lack of Adderfang among their ranks and Pikestar's new scars. Or maybe they're thinking of Sablestar. How he would come back to life. We're still suffering from Shadowclan, I can't imagine anyone being happy hearing they'd have to kill Sablestar more than once.

"Speaking of leaders... Before my death I was able to converse with Juniperstar and Dustystar."
Perhaps it is unwise to share this with Riverclan, but it is because of him they are in this mess. His lack of honesty has caused grief and he wouldn't do it again. They had a right to know. He had made this decision on their behalf.
"Dustystar is unwilling to give up her alliance with Shadowclan. I have accepted her decision since the two clans are kin. However, we both decided that Riverclan and Windclan are not enemies. Our clans are certainly not friends. She has accepted and understands that Riverclan will be wary of Windclan for their association with Shadowclan."
He can only hope they are satisfied by this outcome. That they are not expected to be friendly with the other clan and that Pikestar has not foolishly tried to become friends with a clan who stands by Shadowclan.

As for Thunderclan, there isn't much to say.
"Juniperstar has been friendly as always, but its become clear that the mention of Sunningrocks is met with some apprehension. Riverclan can't afford anymore trouble, so I advise everyone to keep respecting our borders. Otherwise, while not official, our relationship with Thunderclan is good."
The rocks will be an issue in the future he can feel it in his bones. However, things are fine between their clans right now. They should try to maintain their good standing as much as they can while they still recover from... Everything really.

Here comes the tough part. I don't think I'm ready, but when will I ever be?

"I've failed you as a leader. I'm not asking for your forgiveness or pity."
Green eyes land on Pineheart.
"Someone told me they don't give a shit about apologies. They just want things to be better."
The silver toms lips curl into a smile before returning his attention to the rest of the clan.
"And they're right."
How many of you have waited for things to get better? How many more of you now want things to get better? The idea causes a pang to his chest, but he can't allow himself to drown in it. Not anymore. He's done with being a child king who keeps hiding behind others.

"What we our clan needs now more than ever is direction. An anchor. I hear that Hawkstar spoke of a code. A code that's been passed down generations from leader to leader. Our clan has no code. Nothing to guide us and it shows. The other clans, especially Shadowclan are aware of how divided we are."
He lets the words linger in the air. Shadowclan was a dangerous word to bring up, as their anger hadn't subsided. His goal is not to anger his clan, but to motivate them into action. Their pride wouldn't allow thieves to be better of them.
"I believe our best course of action is to learn what this code of theirs is."

  • Warrior ceremonies:
    @MISTPAW >> Mistveil

    Apprentice reassignments:
    @rookpaw >> @PIGEONPEARL
    @ROSEPAW. >> @PIKESTAR
    @Sparrowspring >> @Hydrangeabloom
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    ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
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Another moon, another meeting, which... Wasn't really a ceremonious meeting, no, Pikestar greets them with a simple good morning. He promises to over the questions some may have, and she gathers over anyways even if she knows that she has near to none. First order of business: Adderfangs former apprentice (the thought of the former lifeguard tightens her lips together) Mistpaw was becoming a warrior, and in turn she was named Mistveil. She spares not much more than a second glance at the new warrior. Elusive, a ghost. Pigeonpearl still doesn't know much about them other than the fact that they were the sibling of what is now her new apprentice.

Rookpaw. Lazy, unmotivated, a piece of work. A challenge. She draws close to her new apprentice after Pikestar announces it. "Be ready to leave after this." she warns Rookpaw, her voice snappy. Whatever he did to Petalbreath, if he thought he could do that to her... He'd be sorely mistaken, she did not spend forever beating it in to Sharkpaw's head that she would not be an easy mentor. She'd hold Rookpaw back for as long as she needed, after all, but her attention turns back on to Pikestar. Rosepaw is reassigned to Pikestar, and she has no qualms about this regardless if she was going to take over her training. Rosepaw deserved someone more fitting, more... understanding, Pigeonpearl knows this, she is not a fool, but she could not give that, could not bend her own training routines. Pikestar could, and he will. Sparrowpaw is reassigned to Hydrangeabloom, another mentor assignment she doesn't really have much thoughts on.

The next course of action is what he had talked about at the Gathering with the other leaders. She doesn't quite enjoy listening to talks about allies and enemies, and in her mind she'd declare Windclan an enemy just as Shadowclan is... But she bites her tongue, watches through narrowed eyes. Her tail lashes behind her and she doesn't quite hide her displeasure, but she continues to listen with little to no complaints aside from nonverbal cues. Thunderclan on good terms.

She glances up at his next words, eyes growing wide. I've failed you as a leader. I'm not asking for your forgiveness or pity. It's odd to hear him say this out loud, out to the entire clan, but... It's welcome. She knows, she had forgiven him (or at least let bygones be bygones) the night that he has returned bloodied and tired. She shrugs upwards, mostly to herself, playing it off as a roll of her shoulders.

Her chin tips up ever so slightly as he continues, but her eyes narrow once more. I believe our best course of action is to learn what this code of theirs is. Immediately, her ears swivel back and her face contorts. She hadn't been at the gathering, but if what the others said was true... Then what seperated Skyclan from the codeless? Why use the code to wield your fangs, the same code Hawkstar wielded to kill Juniperstar? Maybe she's getting it mixed up, but she doesn't quite like the idea of following something as law. Her lip curls, not really at Pikestar, rather the whole situation. She exhales, then taps her tail against Rookpaw. She'd rather go train her new apprentice than listen, really.

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    ( life guard of riverclan )
    a short chocolate tortie with curled ears & a curly "mane"
    mentoring sharkpaw
    peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
    penned by chuff

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