Open Camp what you'll find ──✩°｡⋆⸜ meeting

[juniperstar juniperstar]

juniper

there is more to address than celebration, she understands that as she untangles herself from her nest, as she grooms down the cowlicks from a night of rolling sleep. there is more to acknowledge than the growth of the clan, she understands that as she pads out of the shadows that hide her den from the sun's piercing gaze.

her gaze sweeps the camp, notices what eyes linger at the roseate necklace at her throat, and stiffly turns away from them, carrying herself atop the perch that forms the doorway to her den-- their den. "ThunderClan.... good morning," she calls, hoping to soften their worries with the well-wishing greeting. the spotted tabby curls her tail around her paws, seated contentedly and lacking the rigid stance of a commander.

"I know you've all been wanting to talk about what happened at the Gathering and I promise you, today we will discuss it... but first, let's give our attention to our apprentices-" she'd held her child back, for fear his constant sickliness would only find him in trouble that much more often but... in Serpentberry's company, maybe she felt more secure. Then there was the matter of the young loner they'd taken in. "Owlbark... I'll be asking you to tend to Rufouspaw's training; teach him what the life of the clans is like... and how to keep himself safe," she starts, finding the scowling face of her deputy and hoping he understands this a gift rather than a burden.

"Asterpaw... I'm going to be handing your training off to Graybird- I have no doubt you'll be in good company under your uncle's care, he will keep you safe... and teach you what matters most."

That was all she had left to organize on the more fortunate end of things, though her discomfort twists in her belly to now confront the memory of teeth tearing through flesh and the jagged memory of Thornstar's visage. "SkyClan spoke of some sort of 'code', trying to weaponize a moral high ground against us despite the blatant trespass of one of their warriors. I have no reason to believe Owlbark didn't make the right choice and I expect each of you to place your faith in him too. He is your deputy... and he'll take my place someday. Trust him."

"Cardinalpaw will be mentored by Gingerflame. Try not to give him a gray muzzle too quickly. Sandpiperpaw, Flickerpaw... you'll both find a good mentor in Magnoliapeak; I'm sure she's stubborn enough to handle the two of you. Dewshine... I'm asking you to take care of Webpaw; Brownfur, you'll be in charge of Coyotepaw's training if you don't mind. And lastly, Fogsight... Saltpaw's going to be your responsibility from here on out."

her brow furrows, feeling the knot in her chest becoming overwhelming as she dances around the subject of her most grisly death so far. "Hawkstar opted to... forego her own moral compass in the name of revenge and... I'm sorry that many of you were made to witness something so....."

terrifying. painful. torturous. dark.

"Violent."

her chin tucks in, unconsciously, as if trying to mask the mark of the onslaught. "But we will prove ThunderClan is not the battle mongering beasts she claimed us to be. We will be hypervigilant on our borders, we will choose peace to those that give us peace first. Do not scorn our allies for the bloodlust of SkyClan but be strong... be sturdy... be unwavering and confident."

let my blood be the ink that signs the contract to ThunderClan's greatest strength. unity.

"I know this may not satisfy your angers, your fears... so... speak them. Share them with me, we are stronger together and will address this with every voice in mind."

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• pairing apprentices!
  @Graybird and @ASTERPAW
  @OWLBARK and @RUFOUSPAW
  @Cardinalpaw and @GINGERFLAME
  @FLICKERPAW @sandpiperpaw and @Magnoliapeak
  @Webpaw and @Dewshine
  @saltpaw and @Fogsight
  @Coyotepaw and @BROWNFUR 𓄋
  
  if i missed anyone please reach out to me in discord!

• juniperstar leader of thunderclan seven lives remain

  ignore me

 

[serpentberry serpentberry]

Serpentberry leaves their nest first. At the first rays of dawn, she uncurls from her entanglement with Juniper and stretches out her limbs. The molly debates with herself whether or not she should stick around and wait for her leader to stir as well - however with how much she has to do that day, the medicine cat can't afford to burn daylight. And so, she leans forward, pressing her muzzle to the other's forehead briefly before leaving their den. It would not be the first time she descends from the leader's caverns in broad daylight, and it will be far from the last, too.

It is not long after that Juniperstar arrives atop her high rock, clean and proper. Serpentberry would even wager that she somehow spit-shined that new necklace of hers, given how on display it is always. Their leader asks for their attention and addresses, first, a few apprentices. Owlbark is nearly rewarded for his actions against SkyClan by being given one of the more unruly apprentices. Sharp tongue and even sharper claws, that one. Serpentberry nearly chitters something useless and harsh into Rowanpaw's ear, but holds herself back for once. The molly then hands Asterpaw off to his uncle, and recalling how the boy disappeared for the latter half of the moon while his mom recuperated... She has thoughts, and they display clearly on her countenance. She'd not blame the boy but most certainly his overbearing father.

And finally, the importance of the meeting shows itself. It's an open floor, more or less. Juniperstar insists that no ThunderClanner is in trouble for not following some so-called set of codes. They're not currently aware nor in agreement over these rules - so why bother at all? Perhaps there's merit in such rules, but to enforce them on cats one has never met is awfully audacious. Regardless, the spotted tabby requests that the Clan voices their concerns and issues immediately, so that they may join beneath one controlled thought. She clasps her teeth together, ever eager to start the conversation.

"Should I expect more cats in my den due to SkyClan's 'code'? They seem so willing to toss it aside when it benefits them," Serpentberry wrinkles her nose, her tail lashing against the ground, "What are our warriors and apprentices to do on that side of the woodlands? Just... be wary and kind? Surely more can be done than that." 'Choose peace to those that give us peace first.' SkyClan took that option away, had they not? So are they to act in violence instead? "We have daughters and sons in the forest now, Juni," she pleads to the mother in her partner, to the parents in the Clan, "More should be done to protect us all, but more importantly, them."

 

[Webpaw]

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https://www․purrgatory.net/Plot_Twists/info?=Webpaw

Webpaw pricks her ears at the mention of her name. A mentor... well, it was about time! There was only so long a cat could be trained with the group before needing more direct instruction.
And then... well, Dewshine would be okay. She supposed. She didn't really know the warrior well, but at least this was one step closer to being out of apprenticehood.
Her eyes crossed the clearing and she looked to Dewshine before padding up to her new mentor, barely dipping her head.

"I look forward to training under you," she said evenly. Time to figure out if Dewshine is really capable of training me or not.

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OOC: All opinions in character
Tagging: @Dewshine

ThunderClan Apprentice
9 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS​

 

[RUFOUSPAW]

RUFOUSPAW
​ Welcome to the celebration, baby! ​

—

'Why are we here, again?'

Vulturepaw demanded. In their shared mind's eye, Rufouspaw saw the tip of his tail twitching irritably. She was not fond of these things either—"clan meetings", one of the elders called it—but Stars, it's not like she came up with the idea, you know?
—

'When she gets on top of the rock, you know she's about to say something important,'

she reminded him,

'we've gotta keep up. Know what they're gonna make us do.'

—

'But why so early? What is her problem?'

Owlpaw sighed, still weary.

'Just for... talking, and going on and on and on! Ugh!'

— Eaglepaw, meanwhile, watched the leader with keen eyes.

'Guys, shut up. It's starting.'

Indeed, without much further ado, she began to speak. Rufouspaw's rather bored expression turned into a light scowl at the thought of the Gathering (oh, don't get her started on the Gathering), but nothing could've prepared her for what came next:

"Owlbark... I'll be asking you to tend to Rufouspaw's training; teach him what the life of the clans is like... and how to keep himself safe."

She looked back and forth between Juniperstar and Owlbark incredulously. The apprentice was elated to begin training—with someone who wasn't afraid of using his claws, at that!—although... he was their "deputy", wasn't he? Something about the Clan's council seemed off. Wrong, even. Why was it that they were all expected to obey them at all times, when they could still be (and often were) wrong? Following through with something you knew was a mistake... it didn't sit right with her.

— Owlpaw was the first to comment on it:

'...I-Isn't that the cat who killed an apprentice?'

—

'Nah, that one only lost an eye. He did kill a warrior, though! That's why Hawkstar was so pissed,'

corrected Eaglepaw.

'At least he kills when he's got to?'

—

'As anycat should, but...'

Rufouspaw sighed.

'He reports to Juniperstar. He's not safe.'

—

'He's particularly unsafe, I'd say.'

—

'Unsafe, but strong...'

Vulturepaw mused aloud.

'He could make us strong, too.'

— She nodded along.

'We'll see what he does soon enough.'

—

'Guess we will... I-I'm keeping an eye on him, though. Starting now.'

Rufouspaw casted another glance at the tomcat and unsheathed her claws, tracing circles on the ground with one paw. There was... a lot going on in her mind, and she liked none of it. Still, Vulturepaw may have had a point: maybe she could give her new mentor a chance?

THE JUDGES ARE JAILED

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AND THE FUTURE IS OURS

• OOC: :3
• KEY:
  

  "speech"

  
  

  'thoughts'

  'owlpaw'

  'eaglepaw'

  'vulturepaw'

  
  attempted action
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
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  Click on the image to see my full
  reference sheet!​

  Rufouspaw is a small ginger bicolor tabby with tortie point patches and odd blue-green eyes. A former loner, she faces the world with her head held high and her claws at the ready—for she believes danger is lurking at every corner. It remains to be seen whether her foolhardy yet distrusting disposition is justified...
  9 moons, ages every 6th.
  Genderqueer (she/he/it); any gendered terms OK!
  Gyrfalcon x Unknown — Generation 1
  Host of a plural system of 4: Owlpaw, Eaglepaw, Vulturepaw and herself.
  Mentored by Owlbark