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Post by deni - ♥ on May 7, 2013 23:48:27 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:350px; width: 430px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; margin-left:8px;][style=margin-top:-10px; padding-left:1px;] Chaos seemed to erupt before my very eyes. Soon cats were calling out, Shadestar's death was announced. My fur stood on end, and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion at Robinstar. This all seemed too... Easy. Shadestar dies and suddenly Robinstar takes over instead of Ferndapple? It didn't add up at all, and was completely against our code and way of life. I didn't put too much stock in the warrior code, but I knew when it needed to be followed, and this was definitely one of those times. The rules about leaders were in place to prevent a cat from killing the current leader and power switching paws by that manner. But had that been allowed there? My doubt of StarClan was burning hotter than ever. I had doubted them since she had died, so young, they could do nothing to stop it! They effected the Clans so little, I wondered why we even prayed to them. Of course, I knew they were real, having received my nine lives from them, but I didn't think their power extended quite as far as every other cat did. Lynxstar was speaking now, and I found myself agreeing with him. I stood to my own paws and moved beside the fluffy leader, narrowing my eyes at Robinstar. This was not right, and I wasn't about to stand for it. Before I could speak, however, more yowls of protest and agreement sounded from the cats below. A robin landed close to us, I stared at the little bird for awhile. Froststar announced at as a sign, and I snorted. StarClan hardly had the power to send any such sign! A few yowls that agreed with my sentiment broke the air, but one in particular caused my fur to stand on end. Coalpaw.
My head snapped toward the apprentice and my eyes narrowed to slits, the message was clear: you won't be attending anymore gatherings. The apprentice had no right to speak of things he knew nothing about. Though there was a ring of truth to his voice, I knew that StarClan were simply normal cats who had already died. Normal cats who could be fooled and make mistakes. Robinstar was speaking again, and I turned my attention to him. Briefly, I gazed at the sky that remained clear. But this didn't sit right with me, and his words settled even more sourly. "You have no right to dismiss the concerns or silence the voices of any cat except those from RiverClan... And you barely have the right to do that." I sneered at the red tom, voicing my opinion for the first time since the gathering had started. I did not approve of this, everything about it was wrong.
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Post by tallstep on May 8, 2013 3:21:17 GMT -5
[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 445px; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase]realizing quickly things were going in a downhill direction, tallpaw decided he needed to be the voice of reason. the worst was yet to come, starclan knew. he pitied robinstar. no cat understood the challenge of leadership, much less that which was unorthodox and potentially unethical. however, tallpaw highly doubted robinstar lacked the capabilities to effectively lead riverclan, but his own screams and shouts seemed dull and lactonic in comparison to other voices amongst the hoarde of cats. he managed to grit his teeth, jaw clenched in frustration. why did everycat ignore him? even lynxstar seemed unaware of his presence. however, as a new apprentice tallpaw's seniority fell far below any other cat there. unable to see the righteousness in that, tallpaw continued to speak like no one was listening, which they weren't.
he noticed cloverleaf slowly saunter into the circle of angry protesters and suddenly pitied the orange tabby. riverclan's new decision seemed very unappreciated by the other cats, but tallpaw knew starclan worked in mysterious ways. he nodded politely to coalpaw and slowly padded to cloverleaf, clearing his throat a bit. once ignored, always ignored. "i honor starclan's decision to appoint robinstar," he mewled gently, dipping his head in respect. "you have my support." such coming from a windclan apprentice seemed almost traitorous, but tallpaw struggled with the ability to hate other clans. sure, they were different and intimidating, but if one looked closely they found their hearts lay in the same space, wanting the same things. "i think the disrespect is ridiculous, and i will say something about it." his green eyes twinkled with strength, and he turned from cloverleaf back to coalpaw and the new appearance, cedarpaw.
tallpaw smiled boldy at his new friend, ears flickering happily. while no words exchanged, he hoped cedarpaw picked up on tallpaw's ethusiasm. "this is coalpaw," tallpaw mewed, pointing to the black apprentice with his tail tip. making new friends meant new resources and allies, not enemies. but still, the ancient code rang like a warning in tallpaw's ears: you may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle. he stiffened in discomfort. but i don't want to fight, thought tallpaw, reluctant to accept this ancient practice. coalpaw, a medicine cat, need not worry about war and pain. but tallpaw did not have such an easy way out. refusal to fight meant exile.
nightstar's voice caused tallpaw's ears to peak in attentiveness, pupils mere slits from rage. "You have no right to dismiss the concerns or silence the voices of any cat except those from RiverClan... And you barely have the right to do that." how could he say that? tallpaw felt his fur stand on end, thin tail suddenly bushy with animosity he no longer could hold back. having enough of the chaos unfolding around him, tallpaw marched straight up to nightstar, shoving his way to the front of the rock where the black shadowclanner stood. "robinstar does not deserve to be judged like this!" shouted tallpaw, his green eyes alight with anger and frustration. "this is starclan's will! to question such would be blasphemy! no, starclan works in ways we don't always understand, but clearly our ancestors are willing to give robinstar the benefit of the doubt. so shouldn't we?" what did an apprentice know? well, more than these cats, that was for sure.
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Cloven
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Post by Cloven on May 8, 2013 4:01:31 GMT -5
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"Starclan has it's reasons, yes. But thank you." He nodded, twitching an ear. The older warrior watched the tom turn and talk to the other apprentices, recognizing the medicine cat apprentice from Thunderclan, but didn't acknowledge him. Nor the other apprentice from windclan. More than a little worried if another cat from any clan saw him acting friendly towards the younger cats they would over react and make things worse for the Gathering.
He soon shifted his attention back to the leaders, Nightstar's words hitting him with the force of a flood. Jumping too his paws, Cloverleaf hissed with anger, letting his emotion get the best of him simply because he was caught of guard. "What right does Thunderclan have telling who could or couldn't make orders to Riverclan!" The tom roared. "Robinstar is our leader!"
He just barely heard what Tallpaw had said, but by the tune, he knew the tom was true to his word. He honored Starclan's decision. Which very well might lead to a life time of bitterness between him and some of his clan-mates, but the young cat seemed to think he knew what he was doing. Cloverleaf found himself respecting him for that. He nodded to the tom, flicking his tail out of habit more than anything else, though he doubted it was noticed.
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Post by flyaway on May 9, 2013 23:56:25 GMT -5
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His instinct was to argue. This in itself was unusual. He was quiet by nature, grandfatherly in many ways. Very little riled him. But somehow, this new issue, this blasphemy in the face of Starclan, upset his carefully constructed calm. He wished to stand, to fight tooth and claw. His eyes darted continuously towards the heavens. He couldn’t fathom for what reasons the clouds had not yet covered the moon. Starclan could not sit idly by while their precious laws were trampled in such a manner. Perhaps it was the stress finally breaking him, but Lynxstar had had enough. He couldn’t accept Froststar’s loss, Shadestar’s death, so much change in his precarious life. He was a powerful tom, unusually massive for a Windclanner and imposing in appearance. He was also the eldest of the leaders, had been leader before some of them had even become warriors. His ears flicked back. He parted his lips, about to argue once more, but Froststar’s quiet commanding voice stopped him in his tracks. His disbelieving eyes flicked to the bird that had landed so casually at her paws. No. But it was. And Starclan could send no clearer sign. His jaws clenched and he was forced into silence.
But this was not the way. In the chaos following Tanglepaw’s death, Lynxstar had found comfort in the singular stabilities in his life –Starclan and the code. They were consistent, written in stone. He did not have to question them, to fear that he would wake one day to find himself alone. So now, to see the code shattered into pieces, rocked him to his core. If they couldn’t depend on the code – the basic succession of deputy to leader – what was there to hang their faith upon? Other voices were rising in chorus, supporting Robinstar. Even Nightstar had now stepped forward, spoken his approval. Lynxstar swallowed a hiss at the deliberate jab. And even Froststar, his most dearest and secretly beloved Froststar, spoke in approval of this newly risen leader. Lynxstar dipped his head in acceptance, stepped away from the other leaders. He looked to them, his voice low. “I don’t believe we can share news after an event such as this.” He flicked his tail indicating the clan cats gathered below who appeared on the edge of physical violence.
“I suggest we part, brethren, before we truly earn Starclan’s fury.” He turned to each leader in turn. None had spoken a word, announced apprentices made warriors or joyous births. Yet what could truly be said? Every word would be shallow, would pale in comparison. Lynxstar swallowed, dipping his head to each leader in turn. “Nightstar, Froststar,” he paused “Robinstar. I bid you good evening.” He turned back to the assembled clans. Whether the other leaders agreed with him or not, he would take his clan home, take them where such news could be mulled over in a place of safety and security. “Windclan bids peace to the forest until the next Gathering.” He leapt from his place, landing with a firm thump upon the ground. Gathered bodies shifted as he made his way through. He led his clan towards the crest of the hill, turning back at the last moment. His gaze lay squarely on Robinstar. He hoped the newly risen leader could understand – it was not a personal qualm Lynxstar held with the other tom, but rather a fear of his own fragile life. [style=height:50px; width:445px] |
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