Open Camp OPEN WATERS ───〃discussing starclan

[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

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The meeting had ended with soft murmurs among the crowd, discussing new names and their like and dislike of them, but more than that he heard still the continued uncertainty of Pike's place at the helm of the vessel and he would crush that doubt beneath his paw. While he thought Pikestar a fool at the best of times, there was no denying he cared and there was no denying what he'd seen - the cats who had chosen him, the old tom with the fur like ocean weathered stone and eyes the shade of tidepools, some ancient thing that spoke frankly as if he'd known the blue tabby already; the exasperation clear in his tone. Yeah, he's met Pike. He sounded tired.
"It's real. This StarClan, all of it, the dream Pike-erm-Pikestar had. All of it. There's something there, more than we could expect. Dewdrop was there. I saw those spirits with my own eye, they guided us to the highstones." The newly named Smokewreath pushes his way forward, dark spotted form melding into the crowd of cats talking, his head high and gaze thoughtful. It was a rarity that his expression was more awed than unsettled, more intrigued than irritated - he kept to himself for the most part but there was a newfound sense of togetherness he didn't entirely dislike present now.
If RiverClan were to sail through the rocking waves before them they needed that unity he was named for and he'd be damned if he didn't speak his peace.
"I know he's a blithering idiot at his worst, but I'll stand by him. The stars are real, they're watching us, they wouldn't help if there wasn't something to salvage."

─ & the place you need to reach.

Smoke

— Future RiverClanner (Shipcat)
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
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[Adderfang]

Smoke had followed Pike on whatever fool's journey he had led them on. They had returned in one piece. Now, Adderfang needed to know the truth.

He tailed after Smoke expectantly, waiting for answers. But… he wasn't prepared for them. "You're the last cat I expected to be sayin' that stuff." His ears flicked, eyes narrowing as he stared at the ground. The words coming out of Smoke's mouth made no more sense than when Pike had spoken of similar things. He tried to piece them together, to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in his paws.

Smoke wasn't the type to spew nonsense. The credibility was there, and Adder trusted him but the whole thing sounded like something a kit might make up.

If he didn't know better, he'd think Smoke had been spending too much time with Pike and had lost his mind along with him. After blowing up on Pike he was doing his best to keep a level head from there on out. A good night's rest had done him much good in that regard.

"The stars are watching us? That's not easy to swallow, Smoke." His whiskers twitched, trying to find anything to explain what he was on about. "Are you sure it wasn't some kind of… trick or er... a dream?" There had to be an explanation. Something natural and not... that. "And you say you went to 'highstones'. What exactly is that?"

But if it was true and Pike hadn't made all of this up… If these so-called spirits—StarClan—were real… That meant he was wrong.

And he had messed up more than he thought.

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
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[Russetfall]

FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE

EMPTINESS MACHINE

Everything out of Pikestar's mouth since they all arrived had been on the edge of, if not outright, the fantastical; the newly dubbed Russetfall couldn't rightfully believe it. Not without some sort of proof that wasn't just the word of one air-headed cat. Why would ghosts approach Pike now of all times? Why hadn't they warned of the shelter collapsing? To say that she was skeptical would have been an understatement.

Russetfall stepped forward from the makeshift den, gave a flick of her tail before training green eyes on Smoke's single orange one. The black and white tom was not one to lie. Far from it. He didn't strike her as one who had the patience to keep up a lie like this anyhow. "...You said you saw Dewdrop?" The idea of seeing some long gone cat again was absurd. "What happened out there, Smoke? What did you and Pike see?"

She still didn't entirely believe such a thought, gave a sidelong glance to Adderfang as the other voiced his own concerns and she gave a curt nod. A dream might have been possible, but both Pike and then Smoke in quick succession? She doubted it was mere coincidence. Then again Jinglemoon had also mentioned that Starclan had given him his name when he re-checked her shoulder... No, there was no other explanation. Neither Smoke nor Jinglemoon were the type to spin a tale like this.

"...I believe you."

ITS BEEN DECIDED HOW WE LOSE

───────i only wanted to be part of something──────

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  Russetfall
  — Pearl Diver of Riverclan
  — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
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[Bayhowl]

Bay had awaited the return of their promised new leader with bated breath — not necessarily because he misses Pike, but because he wants to hear if all his mumbling and fumbling hold any ground even after time spent away. If only Bay himself could have gone with him instead of Smoke... Smokewreath and Pikestar, actually, because his first order of business had been a whole lot of changes. The soft flesh over Bay's row of teeth threaten to pull back just at the thought of it all. Being forced to evacuate and carve a new home for themselves had been one thing; he does not see much sense in all these new rules and terms and what-have-you.

Pikestar leaves little room for objection. Bay is all but ready to stalk off and pour his frustration and confusion into a long hunt or a self-training session, but Smokewreath's voice pulls him back. A secondary viewpoint would be good to hear.

It proves to be the opposite of what Bay expects to hear.

"So what good does being called RiverClan do for us? Or listening to StarClan?"

His voice is sharp as it cuts through the conversation, agreeing with Adderfang's assumption about this being a weird, shared dream. Funnily enough, it's not the strangest thing so far.

"They could have helped when the shelter collapsed. I guess they just wanted us right here for some reason?"

Sarcasm and skepticism drips from his mouth like venom.

 

[Frostmoth]

Frost is a skeptic. Maybe more than some of even the sharpest of the cats in the newly formed 'RiverClan'. He does not take change in stride. He resents much of it; resents that he and Storm had been ousted from the comfort of being boat cats just to end up in a shipyard that starved and then further betrayed them. All so that some ancestors they supposedly all had could descend from the sky and make them conglomerate...? Yeah. Frost finds himself leveling coldly with a lot of what his clanmates- especially Pikestar- have been saying since the move.

Still, his sentiment echoes Adderfang's. Frost is more than slightly surprised that Smokewreath seems so dazzled and resolute. Still, there is a wall of ice that keeps him from completely accepting such news. "Well, if they shared the dream..." the bicolor cuts in thoughtfully, trying moreso to reason with himself than to add to the pontificating of the other cats present. Frost tries to think if he and Storm had ever had some sort of 'connection'. If they had shared a dream of some sort. Then, Russetfall joins in, and as Frost braces for the impact of the ornery she-cat's words... It does not come.

Shock is plain on Frost's face. He glances at her, then Adderfang, and then back at Smokewreath. Frost is still not sure whether he wants to concede just yet. "What is it that you saw?" Frost decides to ask finally. There's no use in sitting here and speculating while everyone plays speculative round robin. Frost twitches an ear when Bay cuts in, too, and it seems like they are beginning to go in circles of belief and disbelief. The bicolor presses his mouth into a line, unsure. While he thinks there is some merit to forming an organized group it is true that he doesn't understand why following a higher power would benefit them, especially if they had not aided RiverClan on the night of the storm.

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 17 moons
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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail can remember his mother telling him and his sisters stories about ancient cats. She told them about these "ancient" warriors, who lived together in groups, and bested the harsh elements of the outside to survive. Thinking back to it, he can vividly remember how suspenseful and action packed her stories were, and how as a kit he looked forward to her telling him about the cats with "nine lives" every night. Never once did he think those kit tales to be real. So… it feels surreal, thinking that those kit tales… aren't exactly kit tales.

It's a lot to take in, to put it frankly. He wants to believe in this… StarClan. He has a feeling in his gut; that Pikestar was not lying about being visited in his dreams. That very dream… was the catalyst to bringing them to RiverClan… to safety. Who knew how many more cats would've died in the shipyard, if they were to stay there after that shelter collapsed…

The tom's ear twitches as Smokewreath's voice catches his attention. They saw Dewdrop? Would that mean.... his mother might be up in StarClan too? She wasn't officially a RiverClanner either... but he was certain if she was still alive, she would've made the journey here with no hesitation.

The tom makes his way over to the small group of cats gathered; and it seems like some of his clanmates might need more convincing.

"I-I believe you,"

Foxtail speaks up, with a nod of his head. He wants to believe that his mother might be up there too, and he hopes she's watching him and his sisters tonight from the stars.

"...Did y-you guys see anyone else?"

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𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  FOXTAIL

  — warrior of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  𓆛 17 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 25th
  𓆛 speech is

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