Open Border Kittypet We'd pick our way, over hill, moor and changing || Kuhli and Brook introduction

[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 YOU INTO ME AND ME INTO YOU

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Kuhli was sad they were leaving their caretakers behind, but they knew it was the right choice. They knew the elders couldn't be there for them anymore and would have to give them up. But Kuhli didn't want to go live with other, unknown humans.

They had heard of cat groups, these so called 'Clans', living in the territories outside the village. They weren't sure if the rumors were true or just legends made up by the local kittypets, but they thought it was worth a try. Better to get used to a new environment on their own terms. And apparently one of the 'Clans' lived near waters! Kuhli loved that their caretakers had a pond in the garden to swim in and occasionally snag a fish from. They would rather live in the wild with a colony of cats than risk not having access to water and fish anymore.

And when Brook, had decided to join them on their quest to find the Clans, they were ecstatic. A journey like this was definitely more managable in a pair, even with one as snarky as their sibling.

They figured out the general location of where they needed to go to from the other kittypets and set a day to leave with Brook. The last day with their elders, Kuhli made sure to show them how much they loved them, appreciated their care. They brought a parting gift, a big feather that smelled of the sky and wind, and set it carefully in their worn out nest. So this was it. They were actually leaving.

The next day, before sunrise, they snuck out through their cat-sized door, blinked once, twice, then turned around and never looked back. A few streets over, they met up with Brook. "Ready to go?" they asked, nervous and excited at the same time. "Let's hope these clans aren't just legend."

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OOC: Private for now with @Brookstorm

 

[Brookstorm]

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Brook had never been particularly attached to his housefolk. He'd had a couple different families over the years - his first housefolk had passed him along when they had a kit. The next didn't like his proclivity for bringing back the gorgeous fish from their pond as fresh-kill. This third family she found herself with was fine... but they weren't particularly affectionate. Gone a lot. He probably saw their friend more than them, the housefolk who came over to give him wet food and treats. Brook liked him, would honestly prefer his company, but he kept sneezing and itching whenever Brook would show affection.

Therefore, when Kuhli had told him about the state of their own household, Brook had readily agreed to go with them to these Clan cats. After all, it seemed a more exciting life than the one she was living now!

He waited for Kuhli's approach, purring to his sibling as they met up in the early morning.

"Totally ready!" he mewed. "And even if they're fake, I'm ready for something new anyhow. I've heard too many stories of other cats out there for us to not find some group to join."

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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 41 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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The two siblings set out on their way across fences and streets, until they reached the edge of the village. There was a bit of grass followed by an endless forest, or at least that's what it looked like to Kuhli.

"If we go in the direction of the sunset, we should reach a river." Kuhli recalled. "From there we should follow it upstream to reach the stepping stones, something to help us cross it." Kuhli has never actually seen a river before, their only contact with water the human-made flows and the pond in their garden. But it couldn't be much too different, it was still water!

Their journey away from the sunrise took them longer than Kuhli had originally expected, but the endless forest had finally started thinning and as the sun rose above their heads, the two siblings had finally reached the river. It was different than Kuhli expected, louder, though not as loud as the roads back home. Home... not my home anymore... Kuhli thought somberly, though they didn't regret their decision.

Figuring out which way was upstream was easy enough, though the two cats rested for a while, their paws exhausted. They were used to wandering the streets, but the journey was long and the terrain unfamiliar. Brook had caught them a nice vole to share and with bellies full and paws rested, they set out once again. Kuhli had never heard so many birds before - sure, there was the occasional pigeon or sparrow in the village, but never this many. It was certainly something to get used to, though a welcome change.

And then Brook had spotted the stones, pointing at them with his tail to let Kuhli know. "Oh, sharp eyes!" Kuhli complimented their sibling, for the stones were still quite the distance off. "That is indeed a good place to cross the water without getting our paws wet!" It's not that the two cat particalarly minded getting their coats wet, but the journey was still not over and getting soaked with cold water in this weather would not be the best idea after all.

"Just a little further and we can get to the other side."

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[Brookstorm]

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Brook had been keeping alert their entire journey, though they'd kept up a fairly leisurely pace. The pair was in no particular rush to find these "Clans," and the sun was nearly at its height by the time they'd reached the river and made their way upstream. Autumn sunlight sparkled against the lapping waves, the shine of fish scales in the river a tempting treat. However, Brook knew that even with their slow pace, this was no time to stop and fish - after all, they'd eaten earlier, this would just be a waste.

Would be fun though.

"This'll be easy," he said, nodding to Kuhli as he approached the stones. They weren't terribly far apart, and while the water was swift, as long as they planned ahead there should be no issue in crossing. Brook scouted alongside the river for the best place to start her first jump, settling on a sturdy piece of the river's bank. With ease, she bunched her muscles and lept, steadying herself upon one of the stones on her landing.

Easy. No problem.

With an almost natural ease, Brook hopped from stone to stone until she stood on the opposite side of the river from his sibling.

"Alright now, Kuhli! Just follow the way I went and you'll be all good!" he called.

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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 41 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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Watching Brook jump over the stones so easily reassured Kuhli that this was going to be an easy task. Just a few stones over the water, nothing new, nothing unusual. And shall their paws accidentally dip the river, it shouldn't be a problem.

Kuhli examined the stones across the river, the fastest way across they could see was three larger ones connecting the two river banks. Jumping onto the first one was easy enough, the surface dry, not slippery, the stone stable. But as Kuhli jumped up from the first to the middle stone, they looked down and for the first time noticed just how fast the river was flowing. They landed clumsily, eyes wide staring at the current rushing past. If Kuhli were to dip their paws in there, they would get swept away in a breath! Their paws trembled as they kept on staring at the moving water, unable to move.

Why was the water moving so much? Kuhli was used to water, but the garden pond was still, unmoving! Just like water was meant to be - the only rush the little waterfall at the edge of the pond. But the whole river was running fast and Kuhli could do nothing but stare in terror at it.

"I... i.." they tried to speak, aware of being in the middle of the river, any kind of misstep their potential doom. "Brook, I'm scared!"

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[Brookstorm]

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Brook watched as Kuhli made their jump, from stone to stone, and then-

They froze. He screwed his face in confusion, tilting her head.

"Kuhli, it's okay! If you fall, I'll come get you! Just don't look down, okay?" He wasn't sure he actually could go into that water and bring the both of them out alive, but she needed to make sure Kuhli felt confident enough to make it.

"How are we gonna live with the water Clan if we can't cross the river?" he called, clear enough for anyone nearby to hear.

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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 41 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

Leafbare would arrive soon, which meant they'd need to bolster their patrols in regards to food, shelter, and herbs. The constant rain in their territory combined with frigid winds made it easier for cats to get sick. Windclan had given them herbs, which would help them tremendously. If they didn't have much luck finding herbs before leafbare struck, then they could use the reserves Windclan had given them.

For now, the silver leader led the patrol to the river. It would've been a typical patrol had he not caught a strange scent nearby. It seemed he was not the only one. Every one turned to him with a questioning tilt of their heads, some even unsheathed their claws. He found himself unsheathing his own, just in case it was something they needed to fight off. Instead, he is met with a kittypet, evident with the blue collar around their neck. The silver tabby hasn't noticed them, preoccupied by something else. Green eyes trail in the direction of the stranger's head, noting another kittypet. Why are they here? Isn't this a little too far from home? Looks like that one is frightened of the river.

He was given an answer. The silver tabby, who looked eerily similar to him wanted to live with the water clan. It was surprising to say the least. He didn't think that the cats in the twolegplace had talked much about the warriors within the forest. If anything he assumed they spoke mostly of Thunderclan given the proximity. From what he's heard... Skyclan had a connection to the cats in the twolegplace. He couldn't imagine they would talk about Riverclan, considering the clan's poor reputation among the rest in the forest. Then again they said water clan... Maybe we're not well known compared to the others. He looks to the patrol and shakes his head. These cats were no threat. He sheaths his claws as he approaches the silver tabby.

The first thing he notes when he goes to stand in front of them, blocking her view Kuhli is that it's as if he is looking at a mirror. However, the face that looks back at him is unmarred with scars.

"You want to live in Riverclan?"

A brow raises in confusion takes in the silver tabby. It's not that he is against the idea per se, considering he was once a kittypet himself. He is simply unsure of why the pair (from what he can tell) wanted to live in Riverclan of all places. Thunderclan would have been an easier and closer place to start. He raises his own silver paw to his chin,

"Well... It wouldn't make any sense for you and your friend there to cross the stepping stones if you weren't trying to find us."

He sets his paw down and turns to the light furred kittypet still stuck on the stones.

Pikestar calls out to them,

"Do you need some help? If you fall in the river don't worry, I'll save you!"

He takes a step closer to the edge of the river. What the patrol does to Brook is not his concern. He trusts they wouldn't attack the poor kittypet, considering they haven't done anything as heinous as steal prey or herbs.

"My name is Pikestar, leader of Riverclan. Even though we are not clanmates, I'm not keen on letting anyone drown in these cool waters."

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  ♱ 42 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
  ♱ speech is

  "#36D9AB"

  — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
  

 

[willowburn]

(⏾) the dark smoke tail swishes to-and-fro as the warrior pads after her leader, keeping a careful eye on her two apprentices as they trot ahead. pikestar's shoulders are squared, his brow slightly furrowed in thought, and willowburn will slide against him, bumping him with her shoulder briefly. he worries about leaf-bare, as does she. memories of frozen waves and hunger scratching at her stomach wash across her mind, and she pushes them firmly aside. riverclan are no longer simply loners of the shipyard - they are a strong and capable group. inland now, with a river and marsh to provide for them, leaf-bare won't be as bad as the last. this she has to believe. as the odd scent reaches her nose, she raises her head, locating the sight of the two jingling kittypets. now it's her turn for her brow to furrow, lip curling slightly with uncertainty. pikestar leaps to help the two, and his warrior will follow despite her reservations.

pikestar brushes past the silver tabby who lands on their side of the river, and willowburn is hit by an odd thought - the two look strikingly similar. but for their leader's scars, this 'brook' and him might be mistaken for each other. they file this away, beckoning brook further onto the bank. "why do you seek us?" they wonder aloud, meeting the other's gaze. "you are... from twolegplace, yes? we have some in our clan from there, though they gave that life up long ago. is this what you wish?" and will pikestar take in two kittypets this close to the seasons shifting?

WITH THE ECHOING HYMN ⏾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // " #87874b" apprentice tags @BEEPAW @Crescentpaw
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  WILLOWBURN ⏾ tags / toyhouse
  
  ⏾ genderfluid (she / they) / lesbian, mate of none
  ⏾ 35 moons old, ages realistically
  ⏾ warrior of riverclan
  ⏾ sibling to SMOKEWREATH
  ⏾ adoptive mother to BLOOMKIT, RUMBLEKIT, CLOUDKIT, BUCKKIT
  ⏾ mentoring CRESCENTPAW, BEEPAW / mentored by none
  ⏾ penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
  
  a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.

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[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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Just don't look down

It was a little late for that, Kuhli feared. They stared at the unnaturally fast water as their sister reassured them, prompting them to go to the other side. They wanted to go to the other side, but their paws wouldn't move, too terrified of the currents. And then there was another voice.

My name is Pikestar

A voice roughened by the life in the wild, yet strangely familiar. As if... Kuhli looked up, but the face looking at him was of Brook's, just... riddled with countless scars. What happened to Brook while they weren't looking? But Brook was standing there as well. This wasn't Brook?

A memory flooded back to them, of three kittens, one themself, the other two near identical, always bickering, always at each other's throats. The three of them, Kuhli, Brook and..their brother?

Kuhli was the first to leave, going home with their elderly caretakers. The next to go was Brook, to Kuhli's excitement living close enough for the two to keep meeting up. And their brother? Brook had said they had a fight, that they should not seek out their brother anymore and Kuhli reluctantly obeyed. And by the time they changed their mind, their brother was nowhere to be found. Probably adopted to live somewhere far away. Somewhere far away...or not.

Staring at the not-so stranger in front of them, they were convinced this must be him. The resemblance was unmistakable, the same silver coats and dark stripes, the same green eyes all three of them shared. The same glint in their eyes.

"Geronimo?"

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[Brookstorm]

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Brook was certainly taken aback by the appearance of other cats, especially the one with the nick in his ear she would never forget.

Holy shit.

The tom didn't show any recognition when addressing her, so she simply grinned and nodded.

"That's right - my sibling and I were coming to join RiverClan!" He looked to the other cat as his brother stepped away.

"My sibling's Twolegs were going to give them up, too old, you see, and mine are never around. We'd heard about the Clan cats in passing, and since Kuhli there is a fan of ponds, we figured we'd try here first." After a moment, she paused, then a smirk crept onto her face.

With a raised voice, loud enough for "Pikestar" to hear, he called, "Only, we had no idea our dear little brother was here!"

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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 41 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

The kittypet stuck on the stepping stones was no longer staring at the rushing river, good. However, it was a bit strange to be stared at instead. Not that wasn't stared at before, but there was something was off in the way this kittypet stared at him. Are they nervous? Maybe they're trying to be calm first? Before asking for help? Or maybe they don't want help? Some cats are like that too. What leaves the maw of the stranger in front of him is a name.

"Geronimo?"

He raises a paw to rub at his neck, head tilted to the side.

"Am I reminding you of someone you know? I don't know any Geronimo. Uhhhh, do you need help? Or do you want to try and cross by yourself?"

The stranger doesn't answer. Instead there is a faint shift in their expression and the glimmer in their eyes fade for a bit. The leader can surmise that it was due to whoever this Geronimo was. He could understand the grief in not finding a friend, especially when someone reminded you of them. There was simply an ache that settled in your bones until slumber called for you.

An ear flicks at the sound of Willowburn's voice. If the stranger wasn't too keen on talking, then he would return his attention to her and the kittypet she was questioning. He saw no reason in stopping her. Even if these cats wanted to join their clan, he and everyone who lived within it needed to know the reason. Especially with Leafbare approaching soon. Things had been improving, but to add two mouths to feed? Grown cats who required some guidance in their way of life meant less catpower in finding resources. Thankfully the silver stranger readily answered. Apparently the two were siblings. He wouldn't have been able to assume as such given how vastly different they looked. Well... I've seen some siblings that don't look alike around, so it shouldn't be surprising. Although, it wouldn't be right to assume everyone is related until told.

Kuhli. That is the name of the cat stuck on the stepping stones. He looks back at the light furred kittypet and squints.

"Are you sure Kuhli is a fan of ponds? They seem... Scared of the water."

Granted, ponds were somewhat different from rivers. Ponds didn't have raging currents, but the principal was more or less the same. They were both bodies of water and you could swim in it. At the moment he was unsure of whether or not the statement was true, considering the silver tabby was the only one who crossed so far. You sure you two don't want to try a different clan? Actually... What clan would even take you two in? He is snapped out of his thoughts by a loud voice.

When he turns to the source, it is the silver tabby. This time they bear a smirk. They call him their little brother. His heart should be pounding against his chest in sheer joy from the news, but it's not. Even as he moves closer to the silver tabby, he has no particular feeling for them. He does not full a tug in his soul toward them or Kuhli, who would also be his older sibling. Instead of answering his sibling, he turns to Willowburn.

"What do you think? Are they telling the truth? Even if they aren't, do you think we should take the risk in letting them join us? We might have to teach them a lot of things, but I guess they can help around camp while the rest of us go off and continue with our patrol."

The line of inquiry might be concerning as he is the leader of Riverclan himself. He is the one who makes the final call, but there was nothing wrong in asking of others opinions. After all, they are part of this clan. He wouldn't want to cause too much strain on the clan with everything going. However, it would do them some good to have a few extra paws in the camp. Especially with the kits.

He looks back his supposed sibling and sighs.

"To be honest, I don't remember my family. What they look like or their names. I know we all lived together at one point in our lives before we each had our own twolegs, but that's about it."

He is unsure of what the pair of kittypets will make of this information. Frankly, he doesn't particularly care if they were lying. These cats want to join their ranks. That's the most important thing at paw here. Although... He would prefer it if they would come clean about it. However, as he stares deeply at the silver tabby in front of him... It's hard to deny it. It's like looking into my own face without the scars. The resemblance is there. Kuhli, not so much.

"We do look frightening alike. I doubt a stranger would look this much alike, so I can't entirely dismiss your words. Either way, you want to join Riverclan, right? Or at least try it out from what I'm getting. Just letting you know, if you decide you don't like it and leave, then you won't be allowed back into our clan. I can't speak for the other clans, some would've chased you off or killed you for entering their territory. What I do know is none of us would be happy about time wasted. Leafbare is coming and we can't afford to waste resources on cats who may leave as soon as the snow falls."

It may sound as though he is trying to scare the pair off, but that is far from it. He is being reasonable. Perhaps, even a little too kind. Who knows what Shadowclan or Skyclan would have done to them? Thunderclan was only an issue if they had run into Owlbark. He would trust Loonstar wouldn't kill the pair, but he couldn't be certain these two would be unscathed. Windclan? Dustystar never seemed like a violent leader. If anything she would send them away.

"Are you absolutely sure you both want to join?"

While he gives his sibling a time to think about it, he tilts his head to Kuhli. THEY'RE STILL STUCK THERE?!

Judging by how his other sibling has not moved an inch, he throws out the idea of asking Kuhli if they need help again. They would get nowhere quickly. Instead, he marches off to his stuck sibling and gracefully leaps across the stones till he reaches Kuhli.

"Why'd you want to join a clan with a river, if you're scared of them? I'll help you cross. You're scared of falling in right? Well I can follow you while you jump and I'll be ready to save you if you fall in."

It's the only warning he gives Kulhi before he dives into the river. When he resurfaces he swims to the stone Kulhi is standing on. A wet paw touches the stone.

"See? Everything will be fine. Let's go one stone at a time."

The process is painfully slow. With every stone Kuhli looks for him and he is there, each time smiling with reassurance. Eventually, Kulhi reaches the last stone and practically runs from the river and to Brook's side.

Pikestar himself exits the river and shakes himself to the best of his ability to get rid of some water. At camp he'll have to dry himself off, but there are more important matters to discuss. He rejoins the group.

"So have you two decided yet? Clan life isn't easy."

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  ♱ 42 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
  ♱ speech is

  "#36D9AB"

  — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
  

 

[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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Kuhli felt so embarassed. They thought they could do this, but the river was too fast, faster than some of the cars back in their village. How were they meant to cross it?

Geronimo just dove into the water like it was nothing, swimming along the currents without issue. Maybe...maybe it wasn't as scary, with their brother there. Slowly, they crossed from one stone to another until they reached the shore and rushed to Brook, brushing againts her fur. "I..I'm sorry, Geronimo." they looked up at the wet cat that was apparently of high authority here. "I just...the river was so fast!" their voice trembled a bit. "But I promise I will learn! I know how to catch fish, I can be useful! And so can Brook. We do really want to do this." Their voice steadied with determination as they looked at their sibling, nodding. Then their gaze drifted to their long estranged brother, lips curling up into a shy smile. "Especially now that we know you are here."

They looked around at the clan cats surrounding them and shook their pelt, to reassure themselves everything would be alright. "My name is Kuhli..." they introduced themselves. "It's..nice to meet you."

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[Brookstorm]

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He watched as "Pikestar" guided Kuhli across, shockingly adept at swimming! This was the brother they grew up with, but he seemed better at feigning competence before. With a sigh and nod of her head, she looked to her brother.

"Of course I'm certain about joining!" she said. "If you remember, I crossed the river without your help." He stepped forward, narrowing his eyes as he got closer.

"You really don't remember us? That's really rude of you." He grinned and flicked his paw up to the nick in his brother's ear. "Especially since I gave you that," she mewed smugly. Brook flicked her tail and stepped over to Kuhli, giving them a reassuring lick on the shoulder.

"We're not helpless, I can promise you that. And we're willing to learn and work hard." Even if I still don't get why they're all acting like you're some actual leader!

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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 41 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

Geronimo. He was called that name again, and if these two were indeed his siblings... That would've been his name. Although, he has no particular feelings towards it. His heart does not ache when he is addressed as Geronimo.

"It's okay,"

he answers quickly. What he is not prepared for is when Kuhli looks at him. Looks at him as if he's meant to be feared. Disgust begins to settle in his gut.

"The river is usually this fast, at least you didn't try crossing after it rained. The river gets even faster then."

Would you even cross? Or would you run back home? He simply can't fathom Kuhli even making it as far as they did. Brook maybe they'd still cross, but the odds were highly unlikely. The stepping stones would be slick and with the roaring currents... It was best not to imagine.

The wavering voice of his sibling shifts into something more serious. Despite making a fool of themselves by being frozen at a stepping stone, their decision has not wavered. They want to join Riverclan along with Brook. They smile at him, adding him to their resolve. Did they think he would cry? That he would leap in their embrace because they were family? He didn't know them. They were strangers who called themselves his siblings, and he couldn't deny. They shared some similarities, Brook most of all. We haven't seen or spoken to each other in moons, so why would you say that? He offers nothing but silence to Kuhli.

Willowburn who has known him for quite some time could probably tell he didn't know how to feel about the pair of siblings. His silence was not due to hatred. It was a silence born out of cluelessness. Kuhli introduces himself, andd shortly afterward Brook speaks up once more. She was resolute in her decision. Going as far as defending herself, throwing his brother under the bus so to speak.

"You used the stones to cross. If they weren't there, how could I trust you could cross the river by swimming?"

As Brook draws closer, he cranes his head away. They may call him their little brother, but he barely knows them. He doesn't feel comfortable with Brook encroaching on his space, but he can't back down. The members of the patrol would not only judge him, but word would spread to Frostmoth. That was the last thing he needed on his plate.

Green eyes stare into near identical ones.

"No, not really."

She calls him rude. An ear flicks.

"I'm sorry? I didn't mean to be."

It's not like I'm trying to be rude. What his brother does next, causes his pupils to narrow into slits. Paws flex, willing themselves not to unsheathe their claws. The snug grin from her lips burns itself into memory. A ugly feeling settled itself in his gut.

He says nothing in response to Brook's pride in wounding him. He listens on as his sibling advocates for himself and Kuhli. Kuhli who had stated that they knew how to catch fish. Something that would be a boon to the clan. Even if they feared the river… As long as they could hunt and maybe be thrown onto a couple of patrols.

As for Brook? He wasn't afraid of the river and that was good enough.

"Fine. You two can join. I have a feeling you two won't take no for an answer, and I don't want any trouble from the other clans if I let you roam free."

Our relationship with Thunderclan shouldn't be tarnished. Last thing I want to hear is her report two cats who reek of Riverclan breaking the promise between our two clans.

"You will be closely watched by warriors of our clan until you prove yourselves trustworthy. I, along with select warriors will teach you of our ways."

Pikestar turns to look at Willowburn and the rest of the Riverclan patrol.

"Riverclan is my priority. If these two do anything that harms our way of life, please let me know. Even if they are my family, I will not allow them to bring ruin."

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  ♱ 42 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
  ♱ speech is

  "#36D9AB"

  — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
  

 

[Frostmoth]

An unfamiliar scent washes over Frostmoth. He rattles off each clan in his mind as he tries to think of what it could be, but comes up with no conclusion. White-tipped paws lead him to Pikestar's patrol, two paths brought together by the deputy's own curiosities. He arrives just as the leader seems to be conceding to let a pair of kittypets join RiverClan. Frostmoth blinks with surprise. A lot of the cats who had been residents of the shipyard had been ship cats or kittypets, but it was surprising to find kittypets seeking out the rainforest of all places to join a clan. Pikestar doesn't seem particularly thrilled about it either.

Frostmoth twitches an ear as Pikestar ensures to his patrol that RiverClan comes before any joiner. He's inclined to believe the leader tells the truth. "They should probably have a warrior to shadow for a moon or two," Frostmoth suggests lightly, though his eyes skate quietly over the pair and linger on the similarities to Pikestar. For a moment, he thinks of he and Stormswirl's littermate. Would he even recognize them if they appeared? He nearly scoffs at the idea. He and his sister had come to the shipyard out of necessity, and he doubts that either his parents or his sibling would willingly give up the cushy life of a ship cat in favor of becoming a clan cat. Whatever had driven these two to come here- he had been too late to arrive to hear their explanation- he didn't want to think of befalling his family. He is perfectly content to imagine them away from him.

He snaps out of his thoughts after a long pause to add: "You know, kind of like if they were apprentices." Frostmoth doesn't intend to offend their newest clanmates, but he doesn't want them to run around doing whatever they want, either.

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• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!

 

[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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Their brother was letting them stay? Oh, Kuhli couldn't be happier - not just at being accepted into the clan, but at reuniting with their brother they thought they'd lost for good. Despite their brother's authority, Kuhli couldn't contain their happiness and approached Geronimo, purring and rubbing their face against their brother's shoulder. "Thank you so much."

Now that they were safe, they recalled something strange coming back to them. "Did you say your name was something different now?" Kuhli looked into the cat's eyes, as if looking into their own, or, even more so, those of Brook. "What was it?"

Kuhli knew there were changes in life - their own name hadn't been Kuhli when they were young, still living with their mother and siblings. But after adoption, their new owners picked a new, more fitting name for them. Maybe this place also renamed its members, with names more fitting. Kuhli liked their name, but then again, maybe it would be a constant reminder of their past life, the one they had to leave behind. Maybe a new name would do them good.

Kuhli's ears perked up at the mention of warriors watching them, treating them like apprentices. Definitely new and strange words, but Kuhli was determined to learn of this new culture. "Does that mean we will have someone assigned to us, like a teacher? To make us learn about your ways?" they asked, curiousity welling up inside them. "That sounds perfect! I've only ever heard so little about the clans, I certainly could learn a lot!"

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[Brookstorm]

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Brook tries not to frown while Pikestar insists on not remembering his two siblings. Is this another one of his stupid pranks? In any case, he's being annoying, but this RiverClan would be a good change for them... If Kuhli could get over their nervousness of that rushing water.

Well, if she had to put up with "Pikestar" being... however he was acting. Whatever. Anything for Kuhli.

"Thank you, Pikestar, fellow members of RiverClan," she said politely, dipping her head to the assembled cats. "I look forward to learning under whoever you see fit." Truthfully, Brook was desperate to prove himself, especially now that he knew their brother was here. This outdoor life might very well suit her.

"I don't think I introduced myself!" she mewed, padding up to Frostmoth. If "Pikestar" was going to be annoying, she may as well talk to someone else. "My name's Brook! Or, that's what my most recent Twolegs named me."

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• ooc: tagging @Frostmoth
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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 41 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[Wavesong]

The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

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Wavesong trailed after the patrol, her paws light and her blue eyes bright with curiosity as she watched the two newcomers ahead. What a sight they made, one walking with confident, easy strides, and the other clearly doing their best not to step too close to the water's edge. It was almost endearing, that fear of the river. Not everyone was born with fins for paws, after all. And then there was that little detail that caught her ear, family of Pikestar, was it? Her brow arched ever so slightly. Geronimo, they had called him. Stars above, what a name! Though she couldn't deny that, scars aside, one of them bore a striking resemblance to her leader. The thought made her tail twitch with faint amusement.

A soft chuckle slipped from her muzzle as the more confident of the two introduced themselves as Brook. " Another Brook, aye? Seems th'river likes collectin' 'em. " she mused with a grin, eyes warm. She padded closer, her tone carrying that familiar melodic lilt as she spoke. " Aye, it's a pleasure t'meet th'lot o' ye. Had a long journey, then? Or did ye come from closeby? Must've been a wild trek, what with th'leafbare winds settin' in. "

Her tail flicked in a friendly wave as she dipped her head to both cats. " Welcome t'RiverClan, Kuhli an' Brook! Ye'll find our waters kinder than they look, just need a bit o' patience, a brave heart an' some practice. "

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