Open Event Border ThunderClan SkyClan i can't find ──✩°｡⋆⸜ proposition

[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

another unknown... urgency inspires her more than fear of cats with unfamiliar faces. SkyClan would have to forgive her presumptuousness, would need to hear her over the sound of their own possessiveness. she didn't come with a hunger for war, to steal territory or prey... or herbs like ShadowClan did. it set her apart from them, placed her above them to choose benevolence. to choose compassion. she was more than aware that there were plenty among her clan that didn't agree, that found it a weakness but...

she'd lived her whole life this way. it wouldn't change now.

the tall pines tower above like silent judges, natured gods with many eyes and no mouths. would they approve her, sing her declaration in wind-swept echoes through their branches? or would they consume it with the rejection to spread her message? her brow sets in determination, knowing this to be a duty she must see through. even if they did say no... they'd come around, they'd understand when they found hardship that they were all cats at the end of the day. that all their young wanted to eat, to survive... that had to be stronger than greed, right?

the image of black and white fur stands in opposition. she cuts it away quickly in favor of attending to the approach of sap-scented figures. "Hello- you must be SkyClan.... I'm Juniperstar, from ThunderClan. I come with a proposal..."

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• juniperstar leader of thunderclan eight lives remain

  ignore me

 

[Teaselfeather Teaselfeather]

TEASELPAW

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Curious eyes watched from a short distance, wide and unblinking. Silent. Confused. They were a warrior now, Teaselfeather. No longer an apprentice with the freedom to ask questions or the excuse of inexperience.
There would be no mentor at their side to explain what this meant, or why a ThunderClan cat stood at the edge of their land. And yet… she stood boldly. Calmly. She had not crossed the border. She did not seem to mean harm. She had come, she said, with a proposal.

Curiosity tugged at them like wind through tall grass, quiet and insistent. With graceful steps and practiced stillness, they moved closer, paws nearly soundless on the earth. Their voice, when it came, was as it always had been gentle as dusk, soft as breath on a leaf. One had to listen carefully, lean into the hush, or miss it altogether. A blessing, at times. A curse, at others. They rarely offered it freely. But today, they gave it willingly.

" I am Teaselfeather of SkyClan... " There was a pause. Eyes steady. Breath even. " My patrol is close by. If you have a moment… you may share your proposal. "

No challenge. No demand. Just quiet permission. Calm, composed, curious.

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[stormcrow]

Stormcrow catches up to Teaselfeather, her former apprentice staring at a stranger in the clearing near fourtrees. She moves closer, ears pricked. The cat in front of them smells somehow familiar– she thinks she may have smelled something similar on their medicine cat when she returned from the half moon gathering with her new name. Juniperstar. Now her attention has really peaked. She steps a single step in front of Teaselfeather, somewhat protectively, before speaking.

"Juniperstar," she says, putting the weight on the latter part of the name that one must do. "What sort of proposal does the leader of Thunderclan bring us?" She tilts her head, curious. "It's one of many we've gotten this past moon. Don't tell me Shadowclan has decided to rob more than just Riverclan's herb stores?"

A perhaps not so subtle way of showing that Skyclan are well aware of the going on in the forest, that they are not to be taken for fools.

"My name is Stormcrow, Sun Guard of Skyclan. We will hear your proposal."

♡ STORMCROW. 54 moons
temporary mentor of teaselpaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
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[Copperstorm]

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

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Copperstorm walked in quiet stride beside Juniperstar, his expression composed but alert. He had made a promise, to be there during these meetings, to ensure her safety, and to offer a voice of reason should one be needed. The weight of leadership rested heavy on her shoulders, and if he could bear even a fraction of it, he would. Trailing at his side, as eager as ever, was Boarpaw. The young tom had practically pleaded to come along, and truly, how could Copperstorm say no? He saw so much of himself in the apprentice's determination, his endless curiosity. And truth be told, the apprentice's presence was a comfort in its own right.

So they walked together, quiet and composed as Juniperstar raised her voice to call for SkyClan. When a reply echoed back and two cats emerged, one clearly a deputy, Copperstorm dipped his head respectfully. A good sign. If the deputy was here, the words spoken today would reach SkyClan's leader directly. He cast a brief glance toward Juniperstar, offering a small, steady nod. She had this.

Then his eyes found Boarpaw, a faint sliver of a smile touching his maw. The young cat's excitement was palpable, barely contained beneath his fluff and wide-eyed wonder. Copperstorm let his tail lightly brush against the apprentice's flank in silent reassurance before his golden gaze returned to the SkyClan cats, quiet, steady, watchful. Whatever was to be discussed, he would be present. As Stormguard. As a friend. And as a guardian to those who now called ThunderClan home.

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[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

Teaselfeather.. she watches the warrior with a muted sense of interest, wondering what sort of skills these cats had adapted to really thrive in these tall trees. did they hunt birds? or maybe they had found ways to mimic squirrels to better chase them? maybe- her wondering is cut short by the realization she failed to acknowledge that a patrol was coming shortly. "I'll wait," she agrees coolly, after too many seconds have passed for such a response to not look slightly delayed. and thankfully, that patrol really is close... it isn't long before a chest decorated by a splash of red comes to identify herself as a Sun Guard.

SkyClan had organized a system like that too? She looks towards Copperstorm with faint surprise, but doesn't articulate the shock lest it come across disrespectful. it is wince-worthy to hear mention of the recent theft of ShadowClan and while she is certain Serpentberry would love to rip herbs out of the paws of others to resupply herself, Juniperstar doesn't ask for it. "I've heard about ShadowClan's.... less than honorable decisions lately," her nose wrinkles slightly, thankful suddenly that not everyone in this forest knows her, knows her history with ShadowClan's leader.

"Our herb supplies are well in tact, I'm not here to ask for any of yours, I assure you." this was just as rigid as she suspected it might be.. to approach strangers that owed her nothing and knew just as little of her or her integrity. "I've actually come to declare a night of peace... tomorrow... It's my hope that SkyClan will join the rest of the clans to talk at those large trees that way... a neutral ground, a collection of all of us in the same space. A Gathering under the light of the full moon."

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• juniperstar leader of thunderclan nine lives remain

  ignore me

 

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

The older warrior raised a hard brow, uncertainty ripplin' through mangled flesh at the proposition. Night of peace, eh? And just how willin' are the other clans? Duskpool ain't too sure how willin' he was in trustin' the lot of 'em. Strangers, most of 'em, but the older warrior knew two of their members, just as he knew about his kin in RiverClan.

He breathed wearily, keepin' quiet, knowin' he ain't got much opinion when it came down to it. Whether Hawkstar decided on joinin' the rest of 'em in good faith had him weighin' the possibilities. It was one thing to honor the full moon's neutrality, but another thing to go trustin' unfamiliar folk. His mangled ears swiveled. "Reckon it's only a matter of if the other clans are willin' to honor that proposition." He finally rumbled at least, wooly plumage sweepin' the undergrowth.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
  
  ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
  ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
  ᯓ★ eighty-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Mousefang]

A rake of claws against a mirror - grazing pelts we all once wore.

Mousefang's dark ears prick upward, unfamiliar scent and voices draw him to the border after his clanmates with his sparrow discarded under a bush to be collected later. If he had an apprentice he'd make them send it over to camp ahead of him, but their leader still had not deemed him worthy of such and the reminder of it was a bitter herb on his tongue.
The chocolate molly and her companion were not cats he knew, but their scent was - sap and pine an a sort of fresh spring rain that was not too dissimilar to SkyClan's own; forest dwellers with a bit of clean soil scent mixed in.
He had given not much care nor thought to the other clans, his focus was on SkyClan now and always but there was a certain interest in keeping a claw on the others, at the very least if they were aware they could avoid the same fate that had befallen RiverClan. Let those swamp dwelling curs try to take our herbs., he thought grimly, his claws flexed in the soft soil but he did not bare his teeth as he raised his voice to be heard alongside Stormcrow and Duskpool, "I assume ShadowClan is willing to behave or will we find our stores dug about in and our camp torn asunder while we all tuck flowers into one another's fur beneath the stars?" It crossed his thoughts that Hawkstar herself might not even agree, she had been touchy lately, strangely temperamental and it was hard to gauge her mood. Mousefang wasn't good at guessing what she was thinking before and it had only gotten worse in recent moons. Nonethless he heaved a weary sigh, "I'll fetch her." Dappled pelt rippled, muscles flexed as he turned with a sharp pivot to head back toward camp.

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— SkyClan Warrior (Scout)
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A black rosette tabby with high white & mint green eyes.
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[Stonepaw]

Small legs bounded in Stormcrow's shadow, nostrils flaring as she hurried to keep up. Stonepaw slowed only when the Sun Guard did, her chest fluttering. Wide blue eyes flicked first to the stranger, then to Teaselfeather, assessing quietly.

She digested the discussion in silence. Once again, ShadowClan was the topic of the hour, and Stonepaw found herself growing tired of them—blundering about, sticking their paws where they didn't belong.

Even for one so young, Stonepaw had thoughts. But she had since learned to keep them to herself and let Stormcrow take lead. So she watched, and as each of her clanmates spoke, her eyes followed.

Both Duskpool and Mousefang voiced exactly what she felt. ShadowClan could not be trusted. That wasn't to say all were dishonorable. She thought of the RiverClan apprentice and the bicolor tom who had helped her drive off the dog that chased her across the river. They were brave and kind like some of the cats she knew in SkyClan. But they were still different. Not all cats would honor the code SkyClan lived by. She remembered the rogues on their border, how they paraded themselves around shamelessly, begging for a fight.

Bringing all the clans together carried great risk. Stonepaw didn't like it, but it wasn't her decision whether they accepted such a proposal. They would all just have to wait and see what Hawkstar made of it.

I’ve watched it happen again and again, haunted by ⛉ A thousand kind beginnings and a thousand bloodied ends

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• Stonepaw she/her & skyclan
  ☁︎ LH lilac point with a thick mane, blue eyes, and a half-tail.
  ☁︎ A hollow, vacant voice, stripped of emotion.
  ☁︎ Mentored by Stormcrow.
  ☁︎ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted For other, DM.
  ☁︎ Smells of pine needles and petrichor.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[Magnoliapeak]

Magnoliapeak trails quietly behind Juniperstar and Copperstorm. She has never been much for conversation- especially not with those outside her own clan- but she had still agreed to accompany Juniperstar on this patrol. And she would be lying if she said she weren't even slightly intrigued by the cats of SkyClan, a group with which she has not yet had an encounter. She keeps her expression minimal on approach, evaluating the SkyClan cats silently. She finds that she is pleasantly surprised by this lot. They seem like a bunch of cats Owlbark would like- formal, obedient, and organized- something that Magnoliapeak finds reflected in her own values, too. Cats with discipline.

She says nothing at the introductions of Teaselfeather and Stormcrow, simply nods to each of them to show her regard. This is not her conversation to have. Still, when a black rosetted tabby volunteers to fetch their leader, Magnoliapeak straightens up slightly. She finds that she looks behind the SkyClan patrol in anticipation, curious to see the this Hawkstar figure that she has only distantly heard of.

SPILL IT OPEN ❀ LET IT RUSH TO MY HEAD

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• MAGNOLIAPEAK she/her, thunderclan, twenty-three moons.
  ❀ shorthaired dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes.
  ❀ mentored by her parents (informal), mentoring sandpiperpaw
  ❀ sister of hyacinthrain and honeysucklecry; daughter of hazelheart x bracken (rip)
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline and tag when attacking pls!
  ❀ penned by carat / ccaarraatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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If Hawkstar never had to look at Mousefang's face again, maybe she might be able to relax for a fraction of a second in her own kingdom. Maybe without the tension in her jaw and the twinge behind her missing eye when she had to interact with him, maybe she would be a more agreeable leader.

But today Mousefang is calling for her and again something phantom-twitches behind her missing eye. And she does so good keep her fur to lie flat when he gives a glib explanation of why he had to bother her at that very minute.

Hawkstar's tall ears angle towards the growing crowd on either side, her one eye buzzing from cat to cat as she approaches. Counting. Judging. The ThunderClan leader and her soldiers, she could presume, even if her soldiers seemed even less capable than Mousefang. And if Mousefang could take them, clearly they weren't much of a threat.

"A Gathering." Dimly, Hawkstar could recall some throwaway line of the code regarding some truce done at a new moon or a full moon or some type of moon. Often, the elders of her youth would use this as a jumping off point to drone on and on about some distant ancestor they thought they might have as a result of some romantic Gathering night. Every once in a while, an elder would recount a tale of bloodshed and battle-hungry leaders using the guise of the Gathering to ambush another clan. Lacey had always been more enraptured by the war stories than the lineages.

It rankled Hawkstar to know that the clans here were able to hold true to the part of the code that SkyClan had lost in their isolation. Best to play it cool then.

"We would be honored. The traditions of the code are of most importance to SkyClan, yes?" She flicks her tail twice, pointedly, towards her warriors. The Gathering may be a part of the code that had long since faded in modern rule, but it still held merit if the original clans of the forest were intentionally inviting them. "Even cowardly thieves are still bound to the rules of our ancestors."

"Thank you for our formal invitation, Juniperstar." She had heard that right, yes? "We will see you tomorrow at moon-high." Hawkstar flicked one ear in … polite … way of a goodbye before she turned tail back to her pines with a twitch of her short pointed fur for her clanmates.

"SkyClan, to me."

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