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[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

with the imminent threat of her own self-orchestrated demise set aside (and the harrowing understanding of what StarClan's power truly meant), a newfound urgency to foster in ThunderClan's next group of leaders rushes beneath the surface of every thought. the will to teach them, to mold them, to hope that every honeyed word that she says vying for peace might be taken to heart and ferried into the future policies of her successors. that meant raising up those who'd proven themselves promising... potential comes in many different colors, vast in its breadth. if you knew where to look, maybe you could find it in anyone... maybe that's what Owlbark hated most about her.

the willingness to kindle a spark where-ever a piece of flint laid dormant and expectant.

she strides with more surety and steadiness than the last time she'd summoned up her clan for a meeting, squinting at the corners of her eyes in a small that reaches at sincerity, even if a little dulled by their hardships. "I've need of your attention please," the spotted tabby calls out, sweeping her tail in a grand arc before turning to scale up the half-fallen tree-trunk behind her. the view from up here is refreshing, watching the dotting of bright eyes and eager ears sitting at alert to listen.

"In light... of the recent changes in our ranks, I've decided it's about time we filled in the holes left behind by those who chose paths better suited for them. So... Copperstorm... Ghoststrike. I'm asking you if you'd become part of our Storm Guard... To serve as pillars of our community, to guide your clan-mates... to lead patrols and secure our borders." this would be the most important part... hammering down the details. finding new faces to trust... ones that would stick around to truly help in founding stability and constancy.

"I won't bite... if you say no," she thinks to add with a sheepish folding of her ears.

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• @GHOSTSTRIKE @Copperstorm -- CONGRATS TO OUR NEW STORM GUARDS !!!

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[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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The image of Stilldream hovering over Juniperstar's still body hadn't left Copperstorm's mind, not fully. Yes, leaders had lives to spare, but that didn't mean it didn't sting every time they lost one. It didn't mean it wasn't terrifying to see her lying there like that... Motionless, vulnerable. Plus, he had been uncertain what happened when it came to the odd white cat... What had Stilldream done, exactly? Were her intentions good, or had she ulterior motives? He didn't know her, she had joined after the Colony disbanded. After the war happened.

A frown tugged at his features as he stood amidst his Clanmates, golden eyes fixed on their recovering leader. His thick tail curled protectively around Dewshine, holding her close. Just ahead, he could make out the shapes of the apprentices they'd taken under their care, Boarpaw among them. At that thought, a flicker of a smile briefly softened his expression. He'd grown close to the young tom, more than he had expected. Maybe more than he'd ever admit out loud. But then, something caught his attention.

A name. His name. His ears twitched. His head tilted slightly, brow furrowing. Had he heard that right? Another blink. Then two. " Appointed...? " The realization struck like a heartbeat skipping. His gaze shot to Dewshine, wide with disbelief. And then, a small, incredulous smile ghosted across his muzzle. Just for a second. " Not quite what I expected. " he murmured, voice low, brushing his head gently against hers. A quiet moment passed... then he straightened, tall and steady despite the obvious sign of nature still clinging to his messy fur. If he had known, he might've tried to look a bit more presentable.

But as it stood... " I accept. " he said, firm and clear, dipping his head with deep respect. " It will be my honor to see ThunderClan grow and to help guide it forward. "

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[HOUNDHOWL HOUNDHOWL]

Juniperstar calls out for the clan and Houndhowl is beckoned forwards, tail flicking behind him as he settles down. He's glad to see that shes doing better, stronger, maybe, than the last time she addressed the Clan. His head tilts, and she begins. With the leaving of others from their position, it only makes sense that she had been searching for more to fill those vacant positions... It's just a matter of who.

She asks Copperstorm and Ghoststrike to take up the mantle of Storm Guard. A satisfied hum leaves his throat, eyes flicking towards the two. I won't bite... if you say no, and Houndhowl's first thought is that their leader needs a bit more confidence. Who would be a fool to throw it away, if they weren't fit for it to begin with? He decides to brush the thought away, decides to be easy. His gaze lands on Copperstorm first. I accept, and he says it firmly, strong-willed. He'd make a good one, Houndhowl thinks, and then turns his attention curiously upon Ghoststrike as he waits for the others voice on this.

YOU HAD A DREAM, YOU WANTED BETTER ♡ YOU WERE SICK OF ALL THE HOLES IN YOUR SWEATER

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  ( warrior of thunderclan, 65 moons )​
  ❥ long-furred chocolate ticked tabby with low white & orange eyes
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
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[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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As the crowd trickled in at Juniperstars call, Ghoststrike took his usual place at the back, a broad-shouldered sentinel lurking on the outer-edges. There was comfort in the familiar–even in the unkind sort– though luckily that didn't seem to be the case here. Thunderclan had grown comfortable beyond the predictability of it all, to the point where he'd made peace with any thought he'd had all those moons ago to move on once things had settled.

The dark-furred tom listened in with the stillness of a cat trained to go unseen and unheard, heavy-lidded eyes narrowing just a touch at the names spoken. Copperstorm first– and then his own.

There was no outward sign of disapproval– no ear flick, no shift of weight from paw to paw– but inwardly his gut curled.

Storm Guard.

He wasn't naive enough to think the possibility wasn't there, but the sound of it felt like a cold weight in his chest that sunk a little more with every word that followed.

A pillar of the community.

A patrol leader.

Border security.

I'm not a leader. Not a good one, at least. He'd lost enough cats on his watch to know that much, even if a part of him knew they'd been against impossible odds to begin with. Dying had been the expectation in the Coalitions, and among them, Ghoststrike had been the outlier.

Still, he was past the days of having to be held responsible for others. Done with the guilt that lingered over cats lost to bad moves, poor calls, or just pure shit luck.

He didn't want it…

…but he also didn't trust any other cat to take it in his place.

He'd seen enough of Thunderclan to know that the majority were good cats– but that didn't mean he trusted them. They were disorganized and untrained, not used to a life that demanded rigid routine and constant awareness of what lay beyond the scent lines. They weren't a big colony anymore. They had neighbors, and regardless of how friendly some of them were, that still meant competition. Could he trust his fellow Thunderclanners to make the right calls when it mattered?

No. He couldn't.

Not yet, at least.

Not right now.

"Alright. I accept."

The decision came without fanfare. It wasn't accompanied by a pledge or any spoken gratitudes, partly because it wasn't his style, but mostly because he figured it went without saying. Juniperstar must already have some level of confidence in his ability to meet her standards, otherwise he couldn't imagine her inviting him onto her council. So, he simply met the shecats gaze with those unflinching dark eyes of his and offered a nod, trusting she'd understand what went without saying.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — Don't mind Ghosts internal reluctance! It's all part of the development! Happy to have him on board!!!! :)​
• mentoring Cinderpaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan warrior- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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[OWLBARK]

Owlbark was happy with the new additions in their council. Sturdy, clan-minded cats who followed directions easily. He was not one to think about potential like Juniperstar. He saw what was offered and ran with it. Copperstorm and Ghoststrike had provided well for the clan and had shown little to none dissent to patrols or tasks assigned. Juniperstar's optimism about others grated on him, of course, but despite his rank he was in no position to change her mind. She always seemed too... far off to try and push for his own opinion.

Maybe a part of her stayed in the stars after Stilldream's interference. Perhaps her heart longed to stay there after her brief taste of the afterlife. A shiver ran down his spine and the deputy snapped himself from the thought. He sighed and rose to his feet at the conclusion to the meeting and gave a simple nod to the two new Stormguards before retreating to a corner of camp.

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  ☾ 51 moons, ages every 1st of the month
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[Ashmoon Ashmoon]

C'mon and leave your mark - Vandalize my heart!

indentAshmoon cats a sidelong glance at his leader from where he sits, at the edge of the gathering. He won't admit it, but Juniperstar's 'gentle' personality is starting to become troublesome. Wasn't lack of decisive leadership the very thing that had led to the colony's downfall in the first place? At this rate, she might end up proving Shadowclan right.

indentThe thought of Shadowclan makes Ashmoon's blood boil. 'I'll never be like Sable's goons, or that wretched mate of mine. I made a decision to trust Juniperstar, and I'm going to stick to it.' With his passion now resolute, he holds his head high. 'Juniperstar has always been so kind to us, It's only right to return the flavor. After what she went though, of course she's nervous.' Silently, Ashmoon pledges to support his leader, even when she wavers. Maybe if he thinks about it hard enough, the message will reach her?

Ashmoon | 30 moons | Warrior of Thunderclanysdfgjuoiuyufgduuhgjyfg