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Post by simplylight on Jun 8, 2019 15:34:05 GMT -5
{ Hallo c: At this point, Riverstar has taken over the clan. There are rogues everywhere and the clan is in utter chaos. Kittens are being worked and trained to fight and hunt for the clan and Juniperpaw, Rustyheart, and Tinybreath have all been imprisoned in the medicine cat's den. The clan is running out of herbs because Riverstar won't let them leave to get more. Warriors are falling ill from exhaustion and all of the clan members that had voted for Violetstar are imprisoned in dark holes. There will be a battle thread posted later on where clans help take waterclan back, but this thread is for clan life c; Feel free to add random rogues in too and have them pushing the warriors/queens/kits/elders around! }
All was chaos. Glorious, wonderful, delicious chaos. They were growing strong. The clan had doubled in size since he took over. Rogues were everywhere. It wouldn't take long before Waterclan was the largest clan ever known. Riverstar's brown eyes scanned the group with pride. He watched as Thunderkit and Troutkit arrived with one of the patrols, each dragging their paws and carrying a few scrawny mice in their jaws. He knew they probably didn't catch them, but they would soon learn. He had full faith that his clan was going to be the strongest. They have their god with them. Of course they will be the strongest. His thoughts brought a half-smile, half-snarl to his lips. Yes, the others would soon learn. His eyes flicked to where a few rogues guarded the prisons. Those cats will pay for going against me. Against their god!
Wyverndelirium was exhausted in every way. He was physically tried from running around looking after all these new cats, emotionally drained from defending his new leader to his siblings, and mentally warring with his own doubts about the new clan. Wy could justify what was going on a thousand different ways, but eventually it was easier to lie to everyone else than to himself. The deputy shook his head as he watched the patrol with the two young kits enter camp and nodded slowly in approval.
"Wow? Did you catch that yourself?" Shatteredkit bounded over to meet the other kits, eyes glowing in admiration. "I haven't found anything yet! You're such great hunters," she purred. She turned to see Drippaw and Patchkit entering camp as well, the former with empty jaws and the second carrying a sparrow. The ginger apprentice was still new to the clan, and not used to hunting quite yet, but the young kit had spent his first moons in a barn hunting his own prey. He might be younger, but he knew what he was doing.
Lexington hovered on the edge of the camp, hesitant. The former rogue wasn't quite sure how to fit into the clan life yet.
Bluestream padded into camp, taking up the rear of the patrol, a fairly plump squirrel dangling in her jaws. Exhaustion shown in her eyes but, they remained bright. She hadn't noticed Riverstar watching the patrol until she looked up from discarding her prey into the fresh kill pile. Making a bee-line straight for him on weary paws she purred with delight when she reached him, touching her nose to his shoulder. "Having a good day?" She asked commenting in what appeared to be his good mood.
Across the camp, forever perched outside the medicine cat den, Smokeynight sat lashing his tail. Occasionally he would glance in the den over his shoulder to keep an eye on his prisoners. Once his sister and the patrol returned his eyes were all for the kits and the pathetic excuses for prey that they had brought back with them. He also took note that Drippaw had returned with nothing. With a growl he stood and stalked stiffly over to the group of kits.
"How is it thst these kits managed to bring back prey and yet you come home with nothing?" He growled at the ginger apprentice.
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Post by simplylight on Jun 13, 2019 14:30:29 GMT -5
"No, the others did." Troutkit answered Shatteredkit with a little pout, feeling discouraged and worn out. "They just wanted us to carry them back." Thunderkit sighed pointing with his tail to the two rogues that continued to chatter, not noticing or caring about the young kits. Thunderkit's ice blue gaze swept the camp, hoping to spot his mother among the crowd.
Smokeynight caught Riverstar's attention for a moment and he nodded approvingly. "Wyverndelirium, I think we should send Drippaw on another patrol." He remarked with slightly narrowed eyes. How could a kit hunt better than an apprentice? That was going to have to change or Drippaw would have to be sent to the prison with the others.
His gaze shifted to Bluestream and the tall tom greeted her with a purr. "I see you were successful hunting." He commented with another nod of approval. "Yes, the clan is growing. Just yesterday we added Frozenpaw to our ranks. She is going to be a strong warrior in the future." He answered, a wicked smile rising to his maw. He found his new apprentice out on the outskirts of the territory with a bloody old tom at her paws. She was already full of strength and wit and would make a good pupil for him to pass down the god's knowledge to. "And how are you feeling?" His tail lightly swept down Bluestream's side indicating that he was referring to their future kits. Pretty soon Violetstar would have hers, but if they were anything like their mother then they would be weak. No, this new litter kits would be pure and unbeatable.
"Well, at least you got good practice, and you got to leave camp. I'm sure you'll catch something on the next patrol," Shatteredkit reassured them both. "Maybe next time we can all go on patrol together and find something, wouldn't that be cool? We could share our first catch!"
Drippaw's ears flicked back but the ginger tom kept his nerve, looking up at the rogue steadily. There was fear in his eyes but to his pride, his voice didn't shake as he answered, "I haven't tried fishing until recently. I'm still learning. Patchkit managed to snag that on the way back," he added with an admiring look at the other tom. "He's a great hunter." He looked back up at the leader and bit back a sigh at the order. He was exhausted and he didn't think going out again would make him a better hunter, but who was he to disagree?
Wy glanced over and nodded. "Of course. He'll wait by the entrance to the cave and go out with the next group."
Bluestream couldn’t help but feel bad for the ginger apprentice, she had turned to look at them when she heard her brother growl at Drippaw. She had been on the patrol with them and knew he’d only come back empty pawed because of poor luck. Not because his skills weren’t good enough. Part of her wanted to speak up on his behalf but, an extra patrol wasn’t the worst thing in the world... Riverstar’s touch pulled her from her thoughts and she started to purr as usual. “I feel great, admittedly a little tired but, I heard exercise is good for the kits, and I’d rather not be stuck in the nursery while I can still hunt and patrol.”
“As I understand it you weren’t limited to fishing. Just because you couldn’t fish you thought it was okay to come home with nothing? If kits and queens can hunt better than you I fear for the warrior you’ll turn out to be.” Smokeynight wrinkled his nose in visible disgust. He could see the fear in the young cat eyes and was glad for it. He wanted them to be afraid of him.
"Not on my watch you don't, Shatteredkit!" A sharp growl cut through the kits' conversation as a slender black she-cat marched out of the nursery towards the small group. Tinybreath's pale-blue eyes were stern as she stared down her young niece, not necessarily angry, but it was obvious that any argument against her was useless. "You are not, under any circumstances, leaving this camp until you are exactly six moons old. If anyone tries to make you go on a patrol, you direct them to me. And Starclan help me if I discover you snuck out; you will be cleaning ticks off of Bluepelt and Gravelshell for a solid week. Am I understood?"
Was she being a bit harsh? Very much so. But Tinybreath was officially on her last nerve; Riverstar's administration was not only blatantly disregarding the warrior code, but she trusted these new rouges he brought in about as far as she could shove them. And her sister, who happened to be one of the loudest voice against him, just so happened to be on 'medical leave'? Nothing about this sat right with her. Unfortunately, there really wasn't anything she could do about it alone. All that she could do now was protect her family as best she could.
Slipkit, who had padded over to her denmates by her sister's side, shrunk back at her aunt's sharp tone. Everyone seemed to be really on edge lately, that much was obvious to the fluffy grey kit. She didn't entirely understand what was going on, but she didn't like it. Nobody was happy anymore, and that made her unhappy. Her ear twitched as she caught the end of Smokeynight's chewing out, and she felt her heart sink in pity. She definitely wouldn't want him as a mentor, he wasn't nice at all. The young she-cat wished that things would just go back to normal...
"I just... didn't catch anything this time. I'll find something on the next patrol," Drippaw insisted, biting back his anger, though his tail lashed low and hard. "Not every cat can catch something every time."
Shatteredkit's ears turned back as she glanced up at her aunt with a dramatic sigh. She wove between her front legs and leaned against them, tipping back her head to look up at Tinybreath with a soft purr. "I just want to help my clan," she mewed softly, "like everyone else. They'll all be promoted before me because they've had extra practice!" She already knew her aunt wouldn't budge on this one, though. They were too young and she was too protective.
Undertow washed his fur, sitting back and observing the mess. He'd joined a bit before Riverstar had taken hold, he doubted any of the rogues who were now counted among the ranks would be sticking around if Riverstar went under.
And Riverstar clearly had been consumed by his power. The black tom lifted a paw licking it and beginning to wash his ears paying careful mind of the scars. It was disappointing really, he'd hoped to see the tom make something with his power, but alas, it was not to be. He wondered which would give first, WaterClan or Riverstar. Would WAterClan be washed away by Riverstar and his mad obsession with his own power and delusions of grandeur, or would WAterClan rise up to crash down on the cat who thought him strong enough to silence dissent with force.
IT would certainly be amusing one way or another, and Undertow looked forwards to watching it play out.
His ear twitched as he head Shatteredkit complain to her mother and he grinned, he got up and padded over. "Perhaps you kits would like to do some practice with me?" He asked looking at all of them. "I have no apprentice, but I can give some basic lessons right here in camp. If you're able." He added with a mrrow of amusement.
