Open if only i could give you peace [ november meeting ]

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Hawkstar sits high on her perch, ramshackle straight as befitted her stature as SkyClan's illustrious king. The cold clutches of leaf-bare tickled at the back of her neck, threatening its presence with some sort of sordid glee: one, two, three cats lost on the Journey. One, two, three lost this past moon. One, two, three - one, two, three, one one one -

Already her clan settles beneath her, knowing, sensing before she even opens her mouth. They work as one, one clan, one breathing living thing, and soul bound by blood and suffering. Still, so close to leafbare, they look strong. Capable. Unshaken by the elements.

Hawkstar notes, with pride, that her clan is twice the size and the condition of the clan she left the gorge with a year ago.

"Our ancestors have looked upon us favorably on this moon. Acornheart has returned to us. His journey was done alone, with no medicine cat or leader to guide him. His strength and commitment is nothing if not leonine, and I am happy to call him a warrior among our ranks.

Acornheart, for your courage and your unwavering determination, I will gift you with a new name: Cloudbearer. Wear it with pride."

Applecloud comes to mind then, with his jovial grin and unapologetic fervor to live. Cloudbearer held that same zeal, though where Applecloud's was all joy and fun, Cloudbearer was hard-set and stoic. Back from the dead and alive enough to tell the tale… She wondered briefly if she could even hope to expect the same for the others they lost.

"And a newcomer brings even more little friends. Congratulations, Rain, for Mothkit, Pearlkit, Flutterkit, and Songkit. Kits are a blessing, and I have no doubt you'll be begging for a warrior's duty within a fortnight." She flashes the young mother a knowing grin. Even Starlitpath as a kitten made her want to tear her fur out, as precious and sweet as her single birthed kit was. On top of chasing around the slightly older Threetoe and Badgertail … eesh, best to leave that nonsense to Milkheart now!

"Born just in time, since we have young ones all ready to leave their caregivers and mentors. Ptarmigankit, you are now old enough to gain a mentor and begin some serious training. I will be your mentor .. I hope you can keep up with that?

Creampaw, Swirlpaw, and Chestnutpaw, you three are more than ready for new names as well. Creampaw, for the kind-heart you inherited from your father and the modesty passed down from Daisydream, you will be Creamcurl. Chestnutpaw, for your smart mouth and quick mind, I name you Chestnutjaw. And Swirlpaw, because of your tireless energy and unbreakable spirit, your name is now Swirlstrike."

The pointed king takes a breath, not a hint of disappointment coloring the scarred mask of her face. Perhaps it was biased (it was), but she could not muster anything but pride for her friend's children, all grown up and ready to take flight on their own proven wings. It was as exhilarating and as nerve-wracking as when her own children earned their names under Coffeestar's shining eye.

If only she would've lived to see this, no doubt she would be smiling just as big with that very same twinkle in her eye.

/ please wait for flowercloud w patrols

pointed torbie

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67 moons

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[flowercloud]

This last moon... This last year has been a slow crawl. They finally got to where Starclan guided them... They finally got to safety... And they no longer faced the famine, the risk of rat bites, the risk of sickness... But many things have taken it's place. At least now they had time to breathe. Kind of.

Within the journey, they got attacked by a hawk... But they experienced so much. They met Tigger, and were greeted by kittens birthed by Lostmoon. They met children, who stayed with them. They made friends along the way. And when they came here, they experienced fear, but it was almost euphoric to finally breathe again. Until... Lavenderpaw disappeared. Her own angst couldn't be helped, her own falling couldn't be stopped.

But flowercloud prevailed. She looked among the faces in this meeting with pride, with dignity. Even if faces were no longer here... They had grown regardless. Acornheart- no... Cloudbearer came back to them. All on his own. Those that they had thought they lost had returned- but she could not dwell or hope others may still return. She could not... For hope could diminish her. If she failed to accept the twisted fate, the vines could choke her alive. And Skyclan could not handle that. She needed to be strong.

Rain birthed her kittens, and Flowercloud let a soft smile raise her lips as she met the she cats gaze, flicking her tail. She was reminded of sweeping in to find Songkit scared, behind the nursery... They've all grown quickly.

Ptarmigankit is called forth. The child had been swept into camp, and embraced despite their need to take herbs- they stayed. They stayed, and Flowercloud knew the now apprentice was brave for it. They wouldn't be safe, flowercloud at least thought. Not when the kit felt indebted by everything they did.

Three apprentices, who became warriors. Who started with nothing but determination. Eagerness. Large clumsy paws turned to trained paws that held Skyclans future in them. That's how she viewed each young warrior. And tonight... They'd sit in vigil. To honor themselves, and their ancestors.

"Ptarmiganpaw! Creamcurl! Chestnutjaw! Swirlstrike!" She began the loud chants, voice booming with pride as she felt her throat rattling from the yells. Green eyes drifted to each, bright, promising... Encouraging. If they ever needed someone to help - Flowercloud and their mentors and Hawkstar would do such. They need not to be afraid of their capabilities- they have come far to prove it already.

After the chants and cheers settled, Flowercloud cleared her throat- her head lifted high from the base of the rock. "Brightnose! You will be leading a patrol to Shadowclan." Her gaze flickered to her friend, before to Hawkstars child. "Starlitpath, you will take a patrol to Thunderclan. Tawnybeam... You shall be entrusted with the loner border, and keep an eye for our daylighter friends. Quailstep, you shall lead a patrol to Riverclan, and-" oh. She realized quickly that left windclan to her. The gorge haunted her mind, but she only stumbled in response. "I'll lead a patrol to Windclan border. Choose who you'd like to join you, and let's move out."

//// As patrols for the event, these threads can earn you one point by participating as if they are their own prompts! If you are leading a patrol and have an idea for a prompt, you can reach out to us!!!

Shadowclan: what a waste of prey... the patrol comes up to find a dead squirrel that became roadkill instead of in either clans bellies in this trying time. Does someone move to get it? Or does a shadowclanner get to it first? && Brightnose

Thunderclanner: things have been tense with this clan.... Do you think their feud is petty..? Or Have some pride and Skyclan and remember why we must protect our borders, and our clanmates. && Starlitpath

Windclan: approaching this border is hard for some... Do you still try to catch old scents- or miss those who are long gone? Or do you try to keep the chipper tone of the weeks before and instead remember about their old home in the gorge? && Flowercloud

Riverclan: as cold rain falls over your pelts- you begin to wonder how they swim in this water without freezing... && Quailstep

Loner lands: a large bunny seems to be hopping along on skyclans side of the border... Roll a 1d10 and over an 8 can catch the prey! && Tawnybeam

flowercloud - 40 moons - skyclan deputy - mentoring fidgetpaw

 

[Swirlstrike]

Swirlstrike, -- 12 Moons / Skyclan Scout -- Ages on the 5th
Brown and orange tabby chimera she-cat with mismatched eyes.
Daughter of Milkheart, sister of Creampaw and Chestnutpaw.

Tagging @Milkheart @Chestnutjaw @Creamcurl @Mousefang

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The pride erupting from her chest was almost enough to make Swirlpaw- now Swirlstrike explode. She had finally done it. All of her training, all of her hard work, endless days and moons of hunting and climbing and practicing to be the best warrior she could be for her Clan... she had done it! She was... a warrior! A warrior of Skyclan! Her and her sisters were all officially, fully graduated warriors! It was enough to make her want to jump and down in place, paws stomping against the dirt below her for a second before she could reel it back in. The excitement had her turning to her sisters, looking at them both from where she sat, a certain ammount of pride in them, too. They had all made it. They had all worked hard and made Hawkstar proud of them... she smile on her face could be compared to the sun in that moment.

Oh how she wanted to tease her sister Chestnutjaw for her, to quote Hawkstar, "smart mouth" but she held herself back. Another time, one less special, one less perfect than this. She had a vigil to sit through, after all, and she would not break it! Maybe in the morning, when they were preparing their new nests in the warriors den... all next to one another, of course! Oh she would make her new nest perfect! It would fit right in with all the other warrior nests...

Eyes drifting away from Creamcurl and Chestnutjaw, she found her father in the crowd of cats, the reason she ever made it this far. Her wonderful, caring parent who was with them through everything and is always there if they need him. That certainly wouldn't be ending now, either! She can already see herself returning from a hunting patrol and being bombarded by Milkheart's tongue because her fur was out of place, or it looked like she had scratched herself...

She found her second mentor in the crowd too, after a moment. Mousefang, who had trained her and taught her well after she was reassigned to him... She would never forget what he had done for her journey, either.

All of these cats, all of her clanmates... she was truly a part of them now. A warrior ready to serve and hunt and protect Skyclan to their dying breath. She was proud. She was proud to be here.

 

[Ptarmiganpaw Ptarmiganpaw]

Admittedly, she was utterly frightened at the idea of this meeting. She had finally turned six moons, and she knew from Swirlpaw's discussion that it meant she was due to be apprenticed. A terrifying thought, but she would be brave! As brave as an undersized kitten-soon-to-be-apprentice could be. Ptarmigankit took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as she sat straight, listening as Hawkstar addressed the clan. They just hoped they got a nice mentor...

A warrior given a new name, Cloudbearer, had been in the clan before, but was rejoining now. Born anew. The kitten called the new name, as gentle a name for as kind a heart of the tom.

Then, glowing with pride, the three siblings gave their warrior names. Ptarmigankit smiled up at Swirlstrike, as strong a name as she was willed. It was fitting, and they were proud of their friend for their success. They called her and her littermates as loud as she could over the cacophony of clanmates.

Their racing heart had been soothed in the jubilation of their clanmates. Even as their name was called and Hawkstar looked down at her, Ptamigankit did not allow herself to grow frightened; instead, she sat up straighter. She deserved just as any cat born of the clan, the new name she was gifted, Ptarmiganpaw. It was strange on their maw, but what did stun her was Hawkstar's decree that she would mentor Ptarmigan.

The undersized apprentice found herself a little dazed. She already found herself fumbling about her paws when Hawkstar talked to cats around her, in awe of her power and presence. But they wanted to mentor Ptarmigan themself? Oh, Starclan, everything felt like a dream! Did Hawkstar see that much potential? Maybe she wanted to make sure her training went well since she was rather small...

Regardless, Ptarmiganpaw sat tall with a smile that crinkled her maw with pride, waiting for the meeting and patrols to end. Before she padded up to the King of Skyclan, trying to steady her paws as she met the gaze of the leader with her head held high. "I'll make you proud." It felt like a lofty promise, but as long as Ptarmiganpaw believed it, she wouldn't give up on being the protégé the King herself would glow with pride for in six moons' time.

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PTARMIGANPAW They/She/He, Skyclan Apprentice, 6 moons old.
A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
mentored by Hawkstar // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / parent to none / mated to none
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[DUCKLINGPAW DUCKLINGPAW DUCKLINGPAW's icon]

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With his eyes the size of an owl, Ducklingkit watches from near the nursery and tilts his head at the sight of Hawkstar on her perch, and he knew what that entails from the few months that he has been within Skyclan. It seems that Acornheart's given a whole new name after returning to them, he spares a glance in the newly named warrior's direction, and his bottlebrush tail seems to fluff up with excitement for the warrior. It seems that they're not the only one that would be recieving a new name as Hawkstar calls upon Ptarmigankit and stating that she has reached six moons so, of course, she'd become an apprentice. As if that wasn't exciting enough, it seemed that his former denmate would be taken under the wing of the Skyclan king themself and can't help but feel like Ptarmiganpaw is soooo lucky!

Creampaw, Swirlpaw, and Chestnutpaw are called upon next to which he snaps his tiny head in their direction with tufted ears angled forward to listen closely... it doesn't take long for Hawkstar to reveal their names to which Ducklingkit does his best to cheer out loudly for the new warriors. One day, it'd be him and his littermates up there getting their warrior names, the thought alone makes his paws tingle with anticipation as he shuffles them carefully on the ground. Who knows! Maybe Hawkstar would see how brilliant of an apprentice he is and make him a warrior early? Now, that would be a feat that he wishes to reach even if it feels farther away due to him still holding the rank of kit.

RECORDABA TU BELLEZA CON COLORES

DUCKLINGKIT

SKYCLAN KITTEN
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM/THEY/THEM​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired moggy with patches of vibrant orange on his side, near his tail, and near his temple as if he bears the sunrise as a crown. at the back of his neck, there's some hints of a blue-green that shines emerald underneath the sunlight like vibrant plumage belonging to his namesake; a duck.
son of chrysalisgaze and starlingtrail; brother to berrykit and dovekit; nephew to swamswirl

ducklingkit is a bright, friendly individual that seems to bring the sun wherever he seems to go. he can be rather hotheaded or stubborn to try getting the things he wants and can never seem to focus on anything for too long if he doesn't deem it interesting enough. the young kitten is a daydreamer and whenever he isn't focused on play or asking a million questions, he tends to wander off in his own mind.