the beginning [ALL! CLAN MEETING!]

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Her faded teal eyes with dark with lack of sleep and stress. Her normally glossy, sleek fur was matted, and looked greasy. these were just a few of the signs that their leader wasn't in the best of shape anymore. Normally she would've had sparkling teal eyes and sleek, laid back and groomed fur. But recently with the sickness hanging on the young leaders shoulders, and the fact that she was in her mothers shadow was enough stress for the youngster to deal with. Shockstep had also seemed determined to make her life a living hell. Yet everyday Shorestar would sit on her rock and announce and tend to her clan. She wouldn't let them fall. She simply couldn't allow it. Her it was against her morals, and against everything her family taught her.

Today although, something needed to be done. Something she had put off for quite some time. Shorestar needed one cat, she needed a very brave, and talented cat to go. She had someone in mind, but she wasn't sure if others wanted in this or not, so instead. She would call it out to the clan. She would allow them to decide amongst themselves. They would have some control. Shorestar looked out to where her sick clan sat. They were unhappy with her. She knew that. But honestly it didn't matter to her. She needed time to sort things out, and she was keeping in constant contact with Beewings so that if there was a change in anyone. She would be informed.

Shorestar sat up and moved out from her den, and down to the broken stump. She sat there, and watched as everyone flooded to her. Her eyes shone a tired, and pained glint shone in her eyes. The cats before her looked so sick, so terrified, and tired. They were slowly subcumming to the sickness, but Shorestar wouldn't allow it. She sat up a little more, and curled her long fluffy tail against her paws and yowled out to the clan. "All those who can swim in the river, gather beneath the Broken Stump for a clan meeting!"

[/color] Her call boomed throughout the camp, and as the cats slowly began to come to her call, she grinned. She was slowly adjusting to this spot, it'd probably only be a few more weeks until she was fully adjusted.[/justify] [/blockquote]

[Fleet]

The large black and white tom had been sat, listening to Feroxwind talking to Duma about things that the black elder did not understand, mentioning names he did not know when the call came. Duma looked at Feroxwind, letting the ginger and white warrior take the lead, Fleetfoot did not realize he was doing the same until as a threesome they rose up and walked together to sit before the leader of their clan. Then something small and black landed on Feroxwind's back, to which the ginger and white warrior reacted to with mock surprise allowing the apprentice Saorpaw to knock him to the floor, before poking him in the stomach with his paw. Saorpaw rolled off the large warrior and moved to sit in front of him. It was due to this that Fleetfoot realized Feroxwind had brought some sort of lost joy back to the clan, as he sat beside the younger tom he noted how many cats seemed to gravitate towards him. Even Greywind and Flightwind, who had been released from the medicine cats den that morning came to sit behind Feroxwind, though the ginger and white warrior ignored Flightwind completely, greeting only Greywind out of the pair with a friendly nod before glancing around searching for others and Fleetfoot did not doubt he was seeking out Spottedheart, his mate as well as Tornleaf, his best friend. Duma also flicked her lime, green gaze around the camp seeking the others out in an impatient manner.

Fleetfoot drew his fluffy, black tail around his large white paws, his attention shifting to look above him. His deep, forest, green gaze fixed on Shorestar and he eyed her in silence. Many judged her for who her mother was, others loved her for who she was and Fleetfoot, well the elder tom just sat back, watching, waiting to see just what sort of cat she would become. Where she stood now, high above their heads, wind gently tugging on her pelt she looked like a leader for their clan. Strong and confident though the black and white tom knew that was part of an act, the young she-cat was as nervous as the clan was. He was fairly sure she had yet to find out who she truly was which was why he watched eagerly to see who she would become. Yes he was a part of Riverclan, he would care if she led them to their downfall, but due to his time as a rouge, he was colder, more calculating and he felt he would be quite able to lead his family away from the place if Riverclan continued upon its downward spiral. But he was older now, so he was fairly content to wait and watch, an ever present thorn in every cats side. He looked round as Feroxwind bent down slightly to hear whatever the young Saorpaw was saying and found himself cheered up by the site of his relatives mingling as they had not in moons thanks to the arguments between himself and Shrewdshade. He almost felt glad the warrior was to injured to join them, though at the back of his mind the old Fleetfoot looked down in shame at such a thought causing the elder to look away from his family and down at his powerful white paws. He closed his forest green eyes, taking a slow breath, waiting for Shorestar to speak with the world now shut from view.

Fleetfoot (Includes Saorpaw, Feroxwind, Duma, Greywind & Flightwind)

[The one, the only FEATHER!]

Shockstep was talkking to his apprenitce banepaw about there plan for the day when he flicked his ears looking to the broken stump as. his eletric orbs flashed with amuesment at the call finally fuzzy madea anouncement to the clan from taking leadership.. his white dusty tail flicked in half amusement as he stopped talking an moved off the the stump his orbs watching at the fuzz smiling cheekily at her this was going to be interesting she was finally doing something with her postison he sat as close as he could hoping he would put her on nerve he flashed his eyes as banepaw took a seat next to him the young tom fidgeted on the spot before shockstep hissed at him to be still..

banepaw was listening to his mentor talk about that there were going to do some tracking that day. but shorestar had called from further upwards an banepaw watched his mentor leave his side as he went directly to the leader side close as he was aloud banepaw turned his head an tilted following after his mentor in question an he sat next to the tom banepaw wondered what was going on when ever shorestar was going to do something shockstep was there to seem like give the she-cat hell. banepaw was a nasty cat aswell but could not care for stupid battering an neither did shockstep so why now?? curling his tail the yellow orbed tom with orange an red striped body fidgeted for a moment before shockstep hissed darkly at him at that banepaw gave a small sulk before sitting very still shockstep even seemed more impatient with him now the young tom looked around watching the cats gather around.

Her blue eyes flashed upwards smiling with prider an excitment a clan meeting as she pranced over her fluffy tail swept over the ground cleaning up the dust there before sitting down this day seemed so nice minkfluff was on a high happy energy today, so it seemed, her river blue eyes looked around the place in happy awe watching all cats gathering around when she saw her sister her waved her tail calling her sister over " heya whisperstream get over here " she smiled as she again looked to shorestar who still was waiting about for cats to gather minkfluff kept on looking wondering where mountainstormy butt was hiding, her pelt seemed to go more ginger like at the thought of the tom not that many cats knew except her best freind zealy but zealy had gone somewhere not to be seen.

Synfeather was at the far side watching threw deadly lime orbs at his father a growl came from his thraot in complete anger of it all. he shook his head repeating in his head that he would not be his father not to any scale though he could not bear watch his brothers act like fools to him. synfeather looked about the camp for a white bodie by the name of winterdust his plumy fluffy fox like tail curled over his paws as he sat at the far back watching in silence, winterdust was a lovely she-cat towards him that day by the river but as his eyes slowly drifted threw the crowd, but the white body could not be seen in his disapointment synfeather looked at the ground as his ears perked up listneing he wondered was it a dream that he talked to the white she-cat???

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[SpoodleDoodles]

Spottedheart

When the call came, I pricked my dark brown ears in the darkness of the Medicine Cat's Den, rising from my post by my great-uncle Rockclaw. The great white warrior was nothing but a massive furry lump, his breathing the most ragged sound in the den, next to Shrewdshade's and Shreespell's. I glanced back down at him, fighting down once again the fierce stab of pity in my heart. When I'd left, Rockclaw had been larger then life, one of the warriors to have arrested Feroxwind and brought him back to camp after he had harmed Tornleaf. Now here he was, clinging on to life, and uninterested in almost everything around him. My father Beewings had told me he'd taken Sunstorm's death hard, and whatever will to live the great warrior had was almost non existent now.

Still, none of us would give up on him.

"Do you want to come out?" One of his ears flickered, but he gave no further sign of having heard me, and as my father appeared from the direction of his herb stocks, I followed him out into the clearing. Beewings sat down by the entrance to the Medicine Cat's Den, unwilling to be further from his patients then necessary, but I could of sworn he gave Shorestar, my adopted aunt, a little wink. Amused, I slipped across the clearing, spotting the pelt of the one I wanted almost immediately. Since returning home, I had given Feroxwind space to become reacquainted with his family, as I had spent time with my father, my sister Jadedsong and my only brother Minnow-wing. But seeing him relaxed among his kin, even with his son Flightwind sitting nearby, I hpoped across to join him, winding past the other cats along the way. He himself might not notice it, but whenever he stood by the lights of the others grew brighter. I knew the feeling, since he was the one who had chased away the darkness of Marble from me in StoneClan.

He was my light.

Tornleaf

If he could have turned his father into a rock for day, it would been the day they returned. He'd never been more fussed over in his life, even by Duma. He understood Leafslash's reaction, but refusing to let him leave a nest for two days? He was a grown warrior, and he'd seen more places then his father had, despite his father's age and experience. But after the initial craze of concern, Leafslash had reverted more or less back to normal, and Tornleaf was well enough to see now that it was his father who should have been in the sick den. And so when the call for a Clan meeting rang out, It was Tornleaf who escorted a bemused Leafslash as they made their way out to join the others. Spotting a pair of golden mottled pelts Tornleaf made a beeline for them, knowing that where Duma and Spottedheart where, Feroxwind would be there also.

His father allowed a low growl to escape him. "I should be fretting over you, not the other way around. I'm not going to fall down if left on my own." Tornleaf turned and shot his father an amused glance. "Just returning the favour." Leafslash muttered something darkly before he sat down beside Fleetfoot, greeting his step-father with a dip of his head before he started cleaning his face with a white paw. Meanwhile, Tornleaf came up beside Duma as Feroxwind tumbled Saorpaw around playfully, and his whiskers twitched in concern. Feroxwind could entertain Saorpaw, but he refused to look at his own kits. Tornleaf knew it wasn't something he could fix, but he wished that there could be a happy ever after for everyone for once in their lives. Shrugging the thoughts away, he brushed warmly against Duma and threw her a grin. "Has Feroxwind been giving you the run down of the camp?"

Firebreeze

The red-gold and white young warrior was outside the camp, reinforcing a small hole he'd found int he camp's reed walls with a long thread of bramble he'd pulled loose earlier. When he heard Shorestar's call he bounded to his paws and shot through the camp's entrance, dodging aside as Mountainstorm left the fresh-kill pile to sit beside Minkfluff, while Whisperstream, at her sister's call, edged across the camp shyly until she was inside her sister's protective shadow. Firebreeze's amber eyes swept around the gathered cats until he spotted his grandfather Redfeather sitting by himself, and he darted over to keep him company. Redfeather's amber gaze swept up to meet his own, and he was glad the elder seemed to be recovering from his daughter's death.

Firebreeze's smile grew bigger as he joined his grandfather, brushing warmly against his fur before speaking, so Redfeather would know who was adressing him. The older tabby's eyesight was beginning to fail. "Hey, Redfeather. I wonder what Shorestar wants to say today? I'll bet she's welcoming Feroxwind back into the Clan." Although Feroxwind was his father, Firebreeze had learnt as an apprentice that his father demanded respect, as so he only called him by his name. He'd trained hard, dogging every senior warrior until they gave in and taught him, and often practicing right into the night and driving his denmates mad. He still did, in the hope of finally making his father proud enough to call him his son. In this, Firebreeze was determined to succeed, no matter what his brothers said.

[Fleet]

Flightwind sat beside Greywind, who had wanted to sit by Feroxwind, saying he seemed to brighten everyone he was around. So Flightwind had gone with his best friend in a rather reluctant fashion, for he had noticed Feroxwind was always indifferent and sometimes even cold around him. It was clear to Flightwind that he and his siblings were not wanted around the older warrior. He was not surprised either, not once Greywind had explained why he thought the warrior was like that and was surprised to discover he actually understood Feroxwind's reasonings. So he tended to keep his distance, which was the opposite to what either Firebreeze and Synfeather did. Firebreeze clearly wanted to impress Feroxwind and Synfeather clearly hated the older warriors guts, letting him know it with every chance he got. But Feroxwind never reacted to his brother's words, Flightwind had noted a look which even looked pleased by the other's hatred. Flightwind pulled himself closer to Greywind who looked round at him and gave his ear a comforting lick. Flightwind wondered how he looked with the jagged scar from where he had hit his head in the tree the other day, did he looked more of a warrior now? Did Greywind like it? He shook the thoughts away and instead noted two cats had joined them, Spottedheart and Tornleaf. He watched as Duma turned her face to her chosen mate and rubbed her head against his shoulder before saying"Feroxwind? Showing me around? Come on Tornleaf, you know what Feroxwind is like! More like guiding me into some sort of crazy exploit.... It was his grandfather who took command of the tour and theefore kept him under some sort of control...." Her voice was filled with a light hearted amusement and Flightwind watched as Feroxwind pulled a face at her words, before turning to greet Spottedheart with a loud purr. Flightwind watched, fascinated by how he treated her, for all he remembered about his mother and father's relationship were the bitter arguments. He and his three brother's had been kits at the time, their father had been exiled just after they were made apprentices, even back then he had made sure to have little to do with them. Flightwind saw Saorpaw pull a sick face at Feroxwind's look towards Spottedheart and then the annoying black furball saw them. Instantly he was on his paws, grinning from ear to ear, he padded past the crowd to sit beside him. Flightwind knew what was coming, for he had been the target of a few taunts from Saorpaw recently and mostly he kept them secret, he had only ever told Greywind whom had always appeared to be surprised to hear bad words about the ugly, little apprentice. Saorpaw reached him and sat beside him, instinctively Flightwind tensed, waiting for the cruel words to fall from Saorpaw's lips but the younger tom remained silent. His giant, forest green gaze fixing upon Shorestar.

Fleetfoot noted Leafslash came to sit beside him, he was not sure whether he should be pleased or annoyed, for he and Leafslash had never really gotten along. Most of the time they just sort of put up with one another. Fleetfloot gave him a small nod in greeting, shifting over slightly to allow Spottedheart to sit beside Feroxwind. He encouraged their relationship with every chance he could and he had noted that with his approval Feroxwind had become alot more open about his affections for Spottedheart. He noted Duma speaking with Tornleaf and in that moment he knew after the meeting he would have to seek out his own mate, they needed to heal the rift which had come between them. All this love that surrounded him proved it to him, he had to heal the rift between Doestep and himself if they were ever to move on towards the sunset. He fluffy, black tail curled around his large white paws as he gazed up at Shorestar once again.

Flightwind & Fleetfoot
(Includes Saorpaw,Feroxwind & Duma)

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Her smile could defiantly be seen through all the surrounding , so many willing to save their clan, so many willing to put their lives at risk if need be. They didn't even know what they were supposed to be doing and they just through themselves at her request. She smiled, thats just what kind of clan they were. Shorestar sat up a little higher, she could feel the eyes of her clan on her, Beewings from his little corner, proud of her rising to he position, Fleetfoot, her grandfather, only byt the fact that Doestep is his mate, but her grandfather none the less, kept a close eye on her. His cold green eyes pierced into her soul and it gave her the shivers.

Her beady teal eyes shone bright, she was one of the few who were strong, young, and healthy, and even she knew she was slowly falling ill. Some nights her chest would hurt, others she would be congested and would sneeze once or twicfe. But even still she hid it from her clan, she hid it to show that she too would be as strong as her clan was. Right now, its what she needed. Shorestar looked over the hungry and weak clan. Their pale eyes shone bright with that last glimmer of hope, and even now, the who didn't have any faith whatsoever in her even showed signs of trusting her. She let a slow smile lift her face, one that was warm and motherly. Her brother and sister came outto heed her call, and slowly she saw Feroxwind, Flightwind, Greywind, Duma, Saorpaw file out into the clearing. Duma had becoming her new aunt, whereas she was mated to Tornleaf. As she thought that she saw Leafslash, her grandfather and one of her biggest supporters, come out to heed his granddaughters call. Spottedheart her long-exiled neice also came, and Shorestar grinned, they were eager, hungry for her words.

Even then Firebreeze chatted to his fellow clanmates, and Feroxwind had the same cheeky smile as when he left. Synfeather then came out and then Minkluff soon followed, and after that Banepaw and.. Shockstep. The cat had helped her through her fuzz state, and ahd seriously knocked some sense into her. As she soon saw her clan file out into the clearing, she cleared her throat again and spoke loud and clear, her voice ringing like a bell. "I know many of you don't have much trust or faith in me. Either for my lack of leadership at the start, or because.. because of my heritage."

[/color] She looked a little unsettled, thrown off by the whole thing, "But I hope with the next few words, I may be able to make that up to you all."[/color] A slow smile crept onto her face and she looked like she should, young, healthy, strong, the voice of stabilty and strength. Shorestar's teal eyes glimmered with the tinyest bits of hope, that maybe, maybe this will restore some faith in her clan.

"I need a cat, a cat of great strength, a powerful cat who has stamina and the will to do this."

"Riverclan, I need a cat worthy of a quest."[/color]

Her small smile widened to a grin as she could already hear the uproar of the clan, saying they were worthy enough, and if it all came down to it, if so many worthy cats came to rise to the position, but she wouldn't choose just yet. Oh no, she sat back and curled her tail around her paws, wrapping it tightly, waiting, listening for the very first call, the very first cat brave enough to launch themselves into action.

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[The one, the only FEATHER!]

ooc: THIS WILL BE FROM SYNS WHOLE PERSPECTIVE WITH ALL MY CATS.SORRY BOUT SPELLING OR GRAMMER XD WILL FIX IT LATER BUT FOR NOW..

SYNFEATHER:

as the leader began to speak the young tom looked up in silence, looking at the cats feroxwind which made him angry but the tom just shrugged it off. he looked at the cats just as shorestar mewed she needed a cat to voulenteer. his eyes looked strait up before looking around the cats. to minkfluff first whose eyes lit up before she began jumping up an down " ooo ooo pick me pick me!!!' synfeather watched the elder warrior who seemed to acting like a young kit.


she was onew crazy cat. he looked towards shockstep who sat there looking at banepaw in silence thinking before mewing " i will gladly be this cat shorestar' there was a certain twinge to his mew at the leader synfeather kind of new something was going on shockstep recently was the main cat that was annoying shorestar but today he seemed rather rather pleased an relaxed. young synfeather frowned in thought it was also strange, but the tom guessed that this slight change in the clan an in events brought out the cats inner desire to please an serve. but he was not sure that those two were what shorestar really needed.



sure they were loyal but they were not as loyal as him with out a second thought the tom would die for a clan ,mate that was his devotion though if it was his father the tom wasn't sure what he would do he was a little contradicted. his lime orbs looked around wondering if his brothers or even if his father would place up their paw?. but he rose to his paws aswell blinking " i also vuleenteer myself to your decision shorestar" his lime orbs blazing with determinationbut but other than that the tom stood there observing in silence.

[Fleet]

The old black and white tom sat up straighter as his leader spoke, he ignored the whispering going on between the younger cats, especially Feroxwind and his friends. His black ears flickered as Shorestar went on, apparently many cats doubted her or so she said. In his mind he was saying No change there then! They always doubt all new leaders until they have done something to prove themselves the right leader for the times the clan is in! His forest, green gaze flickered along the line to see Shorestar's next few words caught the attention of Feroxwind's easily distracted mind. She needs a cat for a quest... She is going about it the right well... Build it up, get many to volunteer and then find some way to pick the best of all those who have put themselves forwards! Sure enough many cats started to volunteer, the black and white elder listened in silence as first Minkfluff, then Shockstep and Synfeather volunteered. He was not surprised by that, not surprised at all, he simply glanced along the line towards Feroxwind whose mis-matched gaze was distant as if the ginger and white warrior was deep in thought. If only they did not have rules about elders doing nothing... Then I could go out and do something with my life rather than sit on my Jelly Beans all day.... Fleetfoot thought bitterly, then he thought of Shrewdshade, still stuck in the medicine cats den with severe injuries, if only the tom had never been the one to go after Flightpaw, he would of been prefect for this questing role which was needed right now.

Feroxwind's mis-matched green, gaze became foggy at the thought of a cat going on a mission. He longed to go, but he had only just returned. What if whatever quest this was took him away from home for far to long yet again, would he be able to make himself come home? He thought he would with the thought of Spottedheart. But he had promised Shreespell that he would not leave her again, within him he had made Spottedheart the same promise. He could not abandon them. But then Synfeather's voice came and a fatherly emotion washed over him, for a moment confusion filled him and then he realized the emotion was horror as he thought of the young tom going into danger when his brother's needed him, now more than ever. Then right after Synfeather volunteered Greywind rose to his white paws directly behind Feroxwind saying"I volunteer also!" A tiny squeak came from Flightwind as his best friend's words. Only those close to the young Flightwind would of heard the sound and it was a truly pitiful, scared sound. It drove a thorn into Feroxwind's heart as he realized more and more that some of the cats volunteering just simply could not do this quest. So raising his head he spoke"We dive into this quest of yours without knowing what it is we are expected to do... You could be putting cats into far to much danger by sending the wrong one out... Rather than asking for volunteers you should test us all to find out whom is most suited so that the best cat suited to the job is sent out and those others that are needed here stay with their clan..." He had risen to his paws as he spoke, his mis-matched gaze flicking to Greywind and Synfeather before returning to his leader. As he stared up at Shorestar he heard Duma speak eagerly to Tornleaf"Oh tests... Competing? That sounds like fun!"

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Fleetfoot & Feroxwind

(Includes others)

[SpoodleDoodles]

Spottedheart

Feroxwind greeted me warmly, and I once again fell in my place beside him, brushing against Fleetfoot as I did so as he inched away to make space for me. I hadn't spent a lot of time with the older cat, and I knew he was changed from his former self, as the others all said. I could see darkness tinting his paws. But darkness was always overwhelmed in the end by light, and Fleetfoot's light was bright enough to rival the sun. As Duma and Tornleaf chattered around behind me, I caught sight of Flightwind watching me, and I offered him a gentle smile. I knew Feroxwind wanted to leave the past behind him, but that made his four kits effectively parentless. I was no substitute, and I understood if some of them choose to hate me, but in the end I would help them where I could, even if Feroxwind chose not to.

As Shorestar called out for volunteers I felt my dark brown ears flattened nervously as Feroxwind shifted beside me. Normally I'd be the first to raise my tail and join in, but after only just returning, I did not wish to leave my kin again so soon. Minkfluff, Shockstep and Synfeather called out, and I felt a tremor run through him. Then Greywind called out also, Flightwind's quiet protest not lost on my ears. And then my mate was standing up and calling out, not to volunteer but to protect the younger and less experienced ones that had offered themselves. He might not wish to admit it, but he must have felt something for his sons, wether he recognised it or not. I rose also to my paws, not to stop him but to support him. "The cat you wish for may need to be trained further in the end also."

Tornleaf

He grinned at Duma's words, poking Feroxwind cheekily in the shoulder before Spottedheart sat down next to him. "I've been dying to see that, some cat keeping Feroxwind out of trouble. Doesn't surprise me to hear that it's Fleetfoot." Before he could offer a further kibe, Shorestar was once again calling out, and Tornleaf blinked at she mentioned how some of the Clan did not support her. His leaf-green eyes narrowed. She resembled her mother Gyrwing somewhat, but Shorestar was nothing like his insane sister. His niece looked wise and proud up there, above the Clan, and he knew he probably had Waterwave's care to thank for that. Much had changed since they'd been away.

As she called for volunteers he felt his fur ruffle, and he heard his father Leafslash chuckle as he heard Tornleaf's teeth grinding in frustration. He had travelled far and learnt much, but he was still on recovery road and he knew he would be no fit choice for a mission in his current state. Not to mention he was not leaving his father unattended until he was well again, however much Leafslash disliked it. As Feroxwind rose and spoke, Tornleaf blinked curiously. Had his returned kin reacted out of emotion for the son that had volunteered. He heard Firebreeze's voice echoing as Duma spoke next to him, and he shot her a playful grin. "Come on, if you entered you'd ace it all. And where would that leave me?"

Mountainstorm

The black fluffy tom was sitting beside Minkfluff, and when Shorestar's request went out he tried to catch Minkfluff's tail but was too slow, the silly she-cat prancing about as she begged to be chosen. Rolling his green eyes, he fought to keep the grin off his face, especially when he turned to look at Minkfluff's sister Whisperstream who looked like a badger had just eaten her sister. Watching her bounce around, he knew he couldn't let her have all the fun, though he'd never let the rest of the Clan think he was doing this just to spend time with her. He was just a loyal and serious warrior to them. Her rose to his massive paws, his furry black frame towering above most of the others in the crowd, his voice a deep rumble of thunder. "I too, offer myself."

Firebreeze

As he heard cats calling out all around him Firebreeze took a deep breath, his fluffy white chest expanding with intake of air. This was the chance he had been waiting for, the chance to prove himself to his father as the best he could be. Minkfluff, Shockstep, and Mountainstorm called out, and as he was about to yowl he heard his brother Synfeather add his voice. His amber eyes blinked, and he felt his grandfather Redfeather stiffen beside him. But before he could speak, Greywind had called out also, and Feroxwind had risen to his paws. Firebreeze held back his call, waiting to hear what his father would say. No matter what, Firebreeze would do what pleased his father. As the idea of tests were put fourth, Firebreeze rose, despite Redfeather trying to pull him back. The powerful young warrior raised his banner-like tail and called out clearly. "I, too, volunteer, and I look forward to partaking in any trials." He grinned even wider as he heard his grandfather mutter beside him. "No surprise there."

Slashfaith

She had crept to the entrance of the Medicine Cat's den, almost shoved out by her sick brother Pinewave. Even Rockclaw had stirred, reaching out with a massive paw as they heard his son Mountainstorm volunteer for the mission. She didn't wait to be shoved again, but timidly crept out into the open as cats spoke all around her. Her sister was up there, small but proud, looking regal above the others. Shorestar had been destined for this, to bring honour to their family's despised name. And what was she? The one that could destroy it all. If not for Pinewave and Rockclaw's insistence, she would never have come out in the open again.

She, too, was of Gyrwing blood, but she was the truly despised one. Of all the unfortunate circumstances, she alone had inherited Gyrwing's battle blood-lust. The Clan had all seen it. And they all feared and hated it. And it was for this reason that she drew herself ginger-and-white self up, noting Leafslash's surprised stare turning into an encouraging nod as he saw her, and waved her tail in the air as her voice rang clear. "I wish to particapate also!" She blinked as rows of eyes turned to stare coldly at her, and she retreated quickly to the Medicine Cat's den once again. But she had been heard, and she knew she w would get her chance to prove herself once again. Just don't include fighting, dear sister, or they'll tear me apart.

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Her teal eyes gleamed, and seemed to brighten in the few short moments that the first voice spoke up, to rise to the challenge and present themselves as worthy for her task. Shorestar herself would go, but then who would watch the clan? She had no deputy, their was simply not enough time to appoint one. Shorestar had been too busy with her own problems, and then she had to deal with Shockstep's taunting of her "fuzzyness". Then her family needed her, and after that, she hasd to connect with Beewings about the clan's state, and to know if he heard anything from Starclan. Busy was her life right now.

But that first voice had sparked her hopes, it had restarted the flame in her chest. She sought out the cat who had first raised their voice, and offered their call. Scanning the crowd, she watched as Minkfluff happily, and excitedly rose to her paws calling out childishly about how she wanted to volunteer herself. Then Shockstep, the stupid yellow tom was actually doing Shorestar's wish. She grinned, and then Synfeather's voice rose, offering himself. The amount of cats willing to par take in the quest astounded her. She looked to her family, adopted or not, they were family, huddled in one part of the mass group of cats. She felt the bold, beady eyes of Fleetfoot, her grandfather, only by mating Doestep, but grandfather none the less, on her, and with that, a dip of his head. Did he know what she was planning? If so, he was a smart cat, granted being a rouge changed him, and he was much more cunning, and knew a lot more than the rest of the clan did, but he was old, and although his strength was just as fit as the newest warrior, it was against the clan's morale's to allow an elder on the mission, but his respect of Shorestar, made her feel warm, and made her feel accepted even.

Then the rest of the clan started yowling calls, one by one, they all chimed in, eager to get away from the sick camp. The Feroxwind, the returned ginger was mewing. She listened close and nodded at him. I understand your concerns, Feroxwind. If trials is what the clan wishes, then trials will be held for the clan to partake in." Her bold mew rang throughout the walls of the camp, and echoed against the stones. That must of got her clan excited, because she could hear Duma's eager call for competitions. Shorestar chuckled at the she-cat, and looked out again, Her niece and her uncle, both cats called out their opinions, and Shroestar was relived to hear that Spottedheart would be, or she should assume, to stay in the camps walls. Tornleaf also appeared to of made this desicion. "Rest assured, Spottedheart, the cat chosen will have plentiful time training before setting out on this quest."

[/color] Her voice rang again. and once the clan died down again, and a small creamy tabby crept out of the medicine cats den, and Shorestar stood shell-shocked. Her sister had crept out, and made her voice clear through the clan, and then bolted back for the safety of the medicine cat's den. Shorestar's bright teal eyes were shocked. Had her sister, after many long moons, volunteered herself for something, and crept out of the confinements of their brothers den?

Clearing her head, she turned back to the mass crowd, and made a unanimous decision for her clan, and for their well-being. She looked over them all, no certain cat in mind, but these trails would defiantly prove who would be the strongest cat for the said mission.

"Riverclan, I have made a unanimous descion, behalf of wishes of some, and for the well-being of the clan. We will hold trials to see who is worthy enough of said mission!"[/color] Her final yowl boomed through the clan, and her bright eyes sparked even more, suddenly, she didn't look so sick, she didn't look like the world and Starclan itself was coming crashing down upon them. She lokoed like she was destined for this spot, she looked how she should, regal, powerful, wise. Just how a clan leader should look. She looked like the cat Shreespell wanted in her spot, and this, this made all the difference. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[The one, the only FEATHER!]

(from synfeather pov)


The tom looked around as mountainstorm also raised his paw at the oppertunity though there seemed to be smile at his maw was it minkfluff? he looked around as many more vullenteered like his brother firegae he frowned at the idea but smiled to his brothers direction he hadn't done challenging things with his younger brother it would be interesting. his tail coiled over his paws but then his father mewed he turned his stone cold gaze a the tom remembering the day with fleetfoot though his father spoke up right after his sons had applied.. had his father have a moment synfeathers narrowed his gaze.. he prosmised fleetfoot he would keep things sivel around his father at little. though he did not like this idea much if his brother were to go on this mission he cared for his brothers not that they would know he would always watch after them..


shockstep bowed his head at the leader words with a teasing glint, minkfluff had stopped in her bouncing but had gotten very jittery her her spot thinking of having test more than likely. an he himself rose to his paws readying to leave if that was all from the river clan leader but then a question sparked up in his mind as he turned to his leader " when will these tests begin?" his lime orbs watched his leader as he stood there not looking at any other cat.

[Fleet]

I apologize for this post in advance, it is likely to be awful!)

He was relieved Spottedheart joined his side, helping him argue his point and he knew as long as she was by his side, all things would turn out alright in the end. His ginger ears flickered towards Tornleaf and Duma as Duma spoke"Ah, you'd be my hero... The one to catch me if I were to fall and my support pushing me forwards..." Feroxwind was hardly listening though, his mis-matched gaze was fixed upwards upon his leader as she spoke again. Confirming they would hold trials for the volunteers, he was pleased, it meant they would all have something to look forwards to and be pleased to be apart of. He knew cats would train hard for it now, his ginger tail tip curled slightly as he glanced back towards Greywind who was pointedly not looking at Flightwind. Then glancing at Spottedheart he nuzzled her gently before looking up at Shorestar and saying"We will all look forwards to the trials, with my experiences with different challenges I may be able to help you set up the trials, My grandfather Fleetfoot and Leafslash would probably be able to help set it up also considering their own experiences..." Feroxwind knew that although he would not volunteer because he longed to stay behind with Spottedheart, he could help in other ways, like help set up everything for the trials. He also knew the best way to stop the sick and elderly from getting in the way would be to make them judges or even to have them involved in the trials set up before they became the audience. At his words he noted Fleetfoot sat up a little taller saying"Aye, all us old fella's can help with the set up and judging If you let us Shorestar...." The way he said old was clearly part of a joke, Feroxwind caught the elder glancing in an almost mischievous fashion towards Leafslash as he spoke. Feroxwind grinned at that, glancing up at Shorestar once again, wondering what her words would be to that, his fluffy ginger tail flopped lightly over his mates back, while his mis-matched gaze continued to glint with a fiery steel.

Flightwind felt relieved when some of the older cats spoke up against sending an inexperienced cat out and how they would hold trials to select the perfect cat for the job. He was even more relived when Shorestar agreed with them and he glanced towards Greywind to see how he was reacting, but the grey and white warrior was purposely not looking at him. Then Slashfaith was speaking out, many cats turned to stare at her in disbelief but Flightwind was to fixed on his best friend, the one cat he loved who was now refusing to even look at him. A horrible pounding started in his heart, He's mad at me... I can sense it... What did I do wrong? Nervously he wriggled in his spot, wanting to speak to Greywind, but not wanting to fight, his urge to flee a stressful situation was beginning to build within him but he remained where he was, glancing constantly to Greywind. Whom upon Slashfaith's words spoke up himself"I still volunteer, I shall partake in these challenges alongside Firebreeze, Synfeather, Slashfaith and whomever else wishes to partake..." At that Flightwind squeaked to his friend"No... Greywind... You'll never make it now... So many cats volunteering, there's no point..." That was when Greywind fixed his deep, green gaze on him and he saw for the first time that his friend was truly angry with him as his friend answered in a quiet hiss that only he could hear"And that was your plan all along with that pathetic yelp you did earlier! This is a chance for me to prove myself and your there trying to hinder me! Your supposed to be my friend!" Flightwind felt his body erupt into violent shakes and he saw Greywind turn his gaze away from him towards his leader. Suddenly he couldn't stand it any more, rising to his paws he spun on the spot and darted through the crowd, out of the camp and into the wilderness.

Feroxwind & Flightwind (includes others!)

(Poor little flight running away, no one is to of overheard the words between grey and flight.... But maybe one of his brother's would like to do a thread chasing after him? Lol)

[SpoodleDoodles]

Leafslash

His attention was one the form of his grandkit Slashfaith, slinking back into hiding in the Medicine Cat's Den. once upon a time, Slashfaith would have been the first to call out and volunteer, a young warrior eager to prove herself and loving any challenge thrown at her. She had relished proving herself worthy to be a RiverClan warrior. But since her episode against Sterlingflight, she had retreated to her sick brother's side as the rest of the Clan treated her like diseased crowfood. He had to admit to himself, he hadn't been sure what to do when he'd seen the same traits that had turned Gyrwing from a lovable fuzzy kit into a traitorous wretch. But the glimmer in his grandkit's leaf-green eyes were different to Gyrwing's. Perhaps it was the fact she looked identical to himself and Tornleaf, and only her small size showed her connection with Gyrwing. None of them had seen the problem lying hidden beneath the friendly pelt and lively eyes.

And so he'd done what he could to help her, dreading a second Gyrwing. He hadn't saved his daughter. He would save his grandkit.

He was distracted from his thoughts as Feroxwind spoke in front of him. His whiskers twitched a little. He still had mixed feeling about the returned tom, and every cat in RiverClan would know that if Feroxwind so much as showed his claws at Tornleaf, he'd have Leafslash taking him down, old cat or not. His green eyes flickered as his own nephew volenteered his help, and he almost clipped him over the ears for his boldness. Of course, Fleetfoot beside him spoke, and his leaf-green eyes slanted with mischief as he poked his step-father in the shoulder. "Who are you calling old, fossil? You were running around causing trouble before I was even kitted!" He saw the smirk on his son's face and he made a mental note to give it to Tornleaf later.

Firebreeze

His amber eyes watched Slashfaith with surprise, and he was probably the only cat to give her and encouraging mew. He heard his father's voice, and then the mocking taking place between his great uncle Leafslash and his great-grandfather Fleetfoot. His grin widened, and he turned to add his own jab at them when he realised something was going on with his brother Flightwind and his friend Greywind. After Greywind repeated his request to volunteer, Firebreeze saw his brother whisper something, and though he didn't hear the words himself, he saw the impact that they had of Greywind. He'd never seen the friendly tom snap at his brother before, and he blinked as he saw his brother interrupt into quaking vibrations. He knew what was going to happen before it did. Flightwind turned and ran off, causing several cats to leap to their paws and turn to follow him. Leafslash, Mountainstorm, and Beewings, all clearly remembering what had happened the last time Flightwind had fled the camp. Firebreeze'z gaze flickered to the Medicine Cat's Den the sheltered poor Shrewdshade. Then he was moving, leaving the meeting without a backward glance. "I'll get him!" Shooting through the camp's entrance, the red-gold tabby warrior called ahead to his brother. "Flightwind, wait for me!"