the devil wears prada / meeting ; 11.15

[Hawkstar]

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Nine lives she had been given.... nine lives laid at her feet to take on the burden given to a hundred leaders before, and a hundred leaders, after her. So momentous was the occasion that she had hardly slept an ounce between now and her ceremony: there had just been far too much to do... the first of which would be to get their affairs in order. They had all known it, or at least suspected it (or so she hoped) and now, it was here. With Coffeestar dead, Hawkeye was free to claim all of SkyClan as her regime; and with that mantle, came the ability to call the shots officially as she pleased.

"SkyClan, to me," perched aloft a stray jut in the stone wall, Hawkstar watched neutrally as the clan assembled to her, all of them already used to her way of command and punctuality. It was she who had held them to her as Coffeestar rounded the end of their lives; and it was she who had stood here every morning to announce patrols. They were no stranger to this - it was, truly, only the formality of it that disturbed the quiet illusion of normalcy.

"It is with no pleasure that I announce to you that StarClan has blessed me with nine lives, which means that with my ascension, we must truly accept the loss of Coffeestar. Warriors, please be prepared to hold a silent vigil from sunset to moon-high to honor our fallen clanmate." she flicked her tail lazily, doling out the honorary service of a dear leader as if it were no more than a dawn patrol. One electric-blue eye flitted from cat to cat, measuring the engagement of the room in a half-second glance. Hm.

"Additionally, with my ascension comes a shift in leadership. All sun-guards as of right... now - are relieved of their duties. Congratulations, thank you for your service, yada- on to the next thing.... mm .. yes!" She blinked with sudden amusement, she was killing it so far, "I will also need a deputy to help temper me a little, keep me for getting carried away. Flowercloud, please come forward,"

A small smile graced the she-cat's lips as she surveyed the golden warrior, "You've got a good mind and an excellent rapport. Consider yourself promoted."

"Secondarily: we will be continuing our plans to move out tomorrow morning. Daylight warriors, say goodbye to your Twolegs because we will not be returning once we leave. If you do not return before sunrise, we will be leaving with or without you. I do not wait for anybody, especially those who would prefer to sleep in. Please do not attempt to approach me at sunrise - if you are in, you are in; if you are out then you better find yourselves a Twoleg to feed you."

// part 1 ; assignments are next <3

 

[batwing]

☆ A meeting. It is a sore spot, to know Hawkstar approaches the pentagon office space, where Coffeestar had just finished their run of term. A breath left him as he heard Hawkstar call, and he pushes to his paws, ever the dutiful warrior. Green eyes scan that of clanmates alike, finding those with collars and those without. His head turned towards Coffeestar and settled, tucking his tail about his paws as he listened.

His ears perked at the vigil, and his head nodded once. That wouldn't be rough- then Hawkstar is continuing. Shock curls him to his toes, eyes briefly widening. All Sun Guards? A breath leaves him- perhaps a fresh start would be good, though he wasn't sure about taking everycat off of the council. His tail twitched, anxious suddenly at the thought, as Flowercloud gets promoted to Deputy. His eyes are watchful, studying, before they shift back towards Hawkstar.

That would be tough. A vigil from sundown to moonhigh, and then waking at dawn to being their journey? His ear briefly twitched, and while critical of timing, he did not voice his concerns, a show that the blue coated tom was placing his faith in Hawkstar. Don't make me regret it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ IN YOUR WAKING MOMENTS ☆ I WILL BE THERE

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• BATWING AFAB he/him, WARRIOR of SKYCLAN, twenty-seven moons.
  ☆ A tall, agile, blue and black pelted tom with bright green eyes. Extremely talented at climbing and cracking jokes when most needed.
  ☆ mentored by npc / mentoring no one (currently)
  ☆ npc x npc / no mate currently
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[curlbark]

Curlbark was sat near the middle of the throng of cats below the outcropping, xer curly furred tail wrapped over xer paws in what was Curlbark's closest approximation of a 'serious' posture. Xer fur itched in anticipation as xe watched xer new leader up above them all. It was a shame what happened to Coffeestar, yes, xe'd liked her plenty, but change was also exciting. Change meant a new routine, new opportunities. Especially with the plan to strike out on their journey, things were about to be very different in SkyClan. Xe couldn't help the pang of jealousy xe felt when Flowercloud was named deputy, but it wasn't anything xe let xemself linger on in the moment as Hawkstar carried on. Flowercloud would do a fine job, anyway.

What did catch xer attention was the demotion of the current sun-guards. Xer ears tilted forward, eyes darting briefly to the (now ex-) sun-guards. Not unheard of, certainly, but an interesting choice that said a lot about how Hawkstar was going to be running things, in xer opinion.

 

[Fujimoto]

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Fujimoto stood amongst the crowd of his peers with twitching discomfort flickering beneath the skin of his pelt. An antsy crawl lingered between the hairs of his fur, sliding his tongue over his teeth in fidgeting habit while Hawkeye addressed them as she had so many countless times before. She is Hawkstar now, sadly as Coffeestar's aging form was not saved by the blessings of StarClan. The swipe over his teeth retreated between them as he bit down to ground his anxiety from pouring over.

Pay attention! A voice intruded the spiral he was about to descend, jerking his head up to hear some of Hawkstar's prattle. Sun Guards... gone. Gone with Coffeestar's legacy, void of her kind touch that once warmed the valley. And off away from his twolegs- away from his twolegs??

"We're still leaving?" The hiss from his maw is low, hardly an utter with a voice, in disbelief. Would this new leadership truly strengthen SkyClan- could he even part of that?

I don't know... He was a warrior under the sunlight, but still a kittypet by moonrise. How would be able to part from his home, his other family?

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