WarriorClan MARINA IS A DREAMER ──〃★ clan meeting

[Fizzystar]

I WAS PULLING OUT MY HAIR THE DAY I GOT THE DEAL - CHEMICALLY CALM

It had been raining recently, meaning they had not had a meeting since Mittenstar retired and he had stepped up as leader; it was something that bothered him because he'd been excited and ready to get going with all the fun plans he had but because of the poor weather no one wanted to be out getting their paws dirty and fur wet unless they absolutely had to. Once the ground was dry enough, cold and mucky but otherwise fine, he passed along the word by poking his head through the hole of his fence to let his neighbors know: clan meeting tomorrow. Now that tomorrow had arrived the short-legged little tabby wandered his way through the broken slat in the fence to make his way across the street, the twoleg nests all nestled in a circle like a fairy ring as he bounced along to the community garden at its heart where they would he would present himself before his clan for the first time. Fizzy Soda, now Fizzystar once out and about, clambered onto the smooth wooden bench to wait and as he spotted his friends ambling to the designated place he puffed out his chest with a smile and proud expression on his striped maw, "Welcome back, WarriorClan! We have a lot to talk about! Mittenstar is Mittens again, so as her deputy I have stepped up and am now Fizzystar. I guess first things first! Anyone have anything interesting to share?" The plans he had would depend on if anything new had happened during their brief pause. Any new cats in the neighborhood? Any dogs roaming they should worry about? Strays? Were those gross Riff Raff fellows back causing trouble? Fizzystar waited patiently, or as patiently as he could as he wriggled on his seat upon the bench, stumpy tail raised and swishing at his back.

was i meant to feel happy that my life was just about to change?

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  FIZZYSTAR

  
  — Leader of WarriorClan
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — Blue spotted tabby munchkin with copper eyes.
  #c06c3d
  
  

 

[STRAWBERRY STRAWBERRY]

One of Strawberry favorite activities was hanging out with her friends, and her excitement was so palpable for the upcoming meeting that she could hardly sleep! She spent all night tossing and turning in the plush bed her twoleg had provided for her, wondering just what could be said…! She lives for the gossip and the updates she gets in meetings, and she lives for the fact that she gets to play again.

Finally, the sun crests the horizon, casts pink and orange sunbeams across the land… and Strawberry is up in an instant, meowing very loudly for the window to be opened. It took a bit of caterwauling, but eventually her twoleg got up from her own room and opened the window… but not without a few grumbles, and Strawberry makes it up to her by rubbing her face on her hand. A few behind the ear scratches later and shes good to go!

Her paws leap from the windowsill and down to the grass below, and from there she spots Fizzy Soda in their little meeting area. She breaks in to a half-sprint, half-skip, part-bounce jog and settles in front of him with wide eyes. He announces that Mittens has stepped down! "Mittens! I hope you enjoy retirement! You did so good!" Strawberry turns her head to the aforementioned. She turns her head back to Fizzystar, now, and gives a little hop. "Ohmygosh! I met a cat a while ago! It was weird! He was from the, uh, Skyclan! The forest cats!" she thinks back for a moment, and then adds, "And uhhh, another cat, and me, and Gingerbread was there! You guys know Gingerbread, right?" she turns her head to the other cats as if they'd know exactly who she was talking about just by name. If she knew them, everyone should! "And uhhhm, she said something about some group called the riff-raff! But thats all from me. I've been helping keep the twolegplace safe!" she puffs out her chest in pride.

 

[Fizzystar]

I WAS PULLING OUT MY HAIR THE DAY I GOT THE DEAL - CHEMICALLY CALM

Fizzystar nodded as he listened to Strawberry blurt out her news, his small flop-eared head bobbing rhythmically, at the mention of the clan cats his copper eyes lit up and he flashed his teeth in a wide grin, "I heard about'em too! There's a lot of cats in the forest now it seems which means we aren't the only clan anymore!" It was a little unnerving in a way to know that beyond the white fences the cats of the forest had come back at some points, the forest of old kit tales they had all heard a hundred times; wild cats who fought with long claws and crunched bones in their teeth but rather than fear the munchkin felt exhilaration. They were also a clan and so it made sense to make friends with the other ones logically, "I think we should send some Finders out to scout and see if we can catch more of their patrols! We might need to walk a lonnnnng ways to do it though!" This SkyClan he'd already known about from idle chats and they seemed the closest, so to reach the others they needed to loop around the outside of the forest and pass that junkyard which gave him the heebie jeebies. But whatever it took!
"OH RIGHT, before we do any of that-our first order of business is to get our ranks back in order. Since I'm leader now I need a deputy-" His gaze wandered to the chocolate feline perched near Strawberry, "Skittlestride will be my deputy! Strawberry you will be our medicine cat, we haven't had one in a long time but I think you fit the bill! You need a clan name too-" UH, his first time naming a cat, wow-what if he picked a stupid one? What were Strawberry's best traits? Being nice? Being fun? Being fluffy? "-tuft! You will be named Strawberrytuft!"
The spotted tabby rose to stand, wriggling his backside in preparation to make the jump back down to the ground from the park bench, "Cheddarspark you can be one of our Heart Guards and help me lead some patrols to meet these other clans! It'll be fun! Meeting dismissed!" They had so much to do now, things got exciting very quickly.

was i meant to feel happy that my life was just about to change?

• 

  FIZZYSTAR

  
  — Leader of WarriorClan
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — Blue spotted tabby munchkin with copper eyes.
  #c06c3d
  
  

 

[OLIVEOIL]

Oliveoil had shown up last — but not because she forgot. Mainly, she didn't see the point in arriving early just to sit in damp grass and listen to everyone chirp about this and that like overfed starlings. She lingered near the fence, fur still clinging to the morning's drizzle, and slipped into the back of the gathering just as Fizzy was halfway through his rambling.

Knowing Mittenstar wouldn't be leading them anymore was… disappointing. Still, WarriorClan would go on, and Fizzy would be stepping up to take her place.

Her nose wrinkled as Strawberry began to prance around, their energetic prattling already more than Oliveoil could tolerate.

She sat stiffly, tail wrapped tight around her paws as names were tossed out like birdseed. "Strawberrytuft?" She muttered under her breath. "Stars help us." Who was ever going to take them seriously with all these cutsie names? Oliveoil supposed she should count her blessings that Mittenstar didn't name her something like that.

When Fizzystar finally wrapped it up with a cheerful dismissal, Oliveoil stretched with a sigh, unsheathing her claws into the dirt and pricking at the grass. If they were planning to head out beyond the safety of twoleg place to find these other Clans, it was bound to be dangerous. She'd lived long enough on the edges to have an idea of what lurked out there.

She could picture it already — her bouncy, bubbly Clanmates getting their pelts clipped by some half-feral loners or wandering off until they were nothing more than pawprints in the mud. "It's a whole different place out there Fizzy... er Fizzystar. It isn't some butterfly garden with rainbows and fields of catmint." She called out flatly before sauntering over to meet him. Oliveoil could imagine it now, her bouncy bubbly clanmates getting their pelts clipped by some pissed off rogue, or ending up who knows where cause they couldn't tell their noses from their toes. "But whatever, I doubt you're all gonna listen to sense so I'm going too." Someone had to keep the rest of these happy-go-lucky idiots out of trouble.

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OOC NOTES ᓚᘏᗢ CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — I promise she's so nice.​

• ✧ SH black and white tuxedo with olive green eyes.
  ✧ Gravelly and stoic.
  ✧ Favorite hobbies include beating up cats that trespass, sleeping, and biting her twolegs toes when she's pissed off.
  ✧ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  ✧ Smells of clover and musty books.