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(yeah I know Eclipse isn't "technically" over, sue me!!! We need ceremonies! I will, however, do a recap of what has happened and what will happen that pertains to this thread!)
PREVIOUSLY
Led by Sunpetal and Rosethorn, SummerClan rises up against NightClan's control and successfully manages to escape from camp- not without losses on both sides. Fallenredemption and Mallowmusk of SummerClan were both killed in battle, Rosethorn narrowly survived an encounter with her former mate and Aspenstar's Guard Captain Phantomfox, and Sunpetal killed an unnamed NightClan cat as well as took a life from Stormstar. SummerClan was able to flee to the Southern Sea where they've since been living in a temporary location, recovering from their wounds and mourning their dead and reinforcing their resolve, while their await Aspenstar's inevitable return.
Over a week had passed and, feeling enough time has passed that they've been away, the SummerClan cats return to their camp with heads and tails high, that same delirious triumph in their eyes, and a reinforced determination to put an end to this occupation...
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PRESENT DAY
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a clan meeting!"
Defiantly, the call rang out across the camp, which was now full again with a mix of SummerClan and NightClan cats. There was a more obvious divide amongst them now, glares sent either way, as the freshness of the coup was still evident in the scars and grief they all bore. One or two of their jailers attempted to step out of the crowd, bring some semblance of order back to the situation, but several SummerClan cats created a barrier to stop them in their tracks before all eyes turned back to Sunpetal, standing proudly in a halo of golden light. "In light of our recent success," she grinned wryly, "some promotions are in order..."
APPRENTICES TO WARRIORS
Crowpaw to Crowflight (Whitemuzzle ) Fallenpaw to Fallencloud (ashestoashes ) Foxpaw to Foxfable (@ian ) Sparrowpaw to Sparrowdust (pao )
KITS TO APPRENTICES (SummerClan training will now be transitioned into groups of 3-4 apprentices assigned to one mentor! More info, and reassignments for all current apprentices, will be sent out in a message later on)
Antkit to Antpaw (woof ) - Mentor: Juniperdust (sunlight ) Cricketkit to Cricketpaw (complacentdevil ) - Mentor: Sunpetal (woof ) Emberkit to Emberpaw (complacentdevil) - Mentor: Juniperdust (sunlight) Racoonkit to Racoonpaw (Jadie ) - Mentor: Whiteperch (baewolf ) Rustlekit to Rustlepaw (racer ) - Mentor: Sunpetal (woof )
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Sunpetal cleared her throat as the clamor and praise began to die down, although she'd also mewed her pride to her younger siblings who were being promoted, and waited until silence descended to continue. "There's one more thing I need to announce today. Doefreckle, please-"
She didn't get to finish before a disturbance at the entrance caused everyone to turn towards it, their pelts standing on end as the moment they'd been expecting finally came: Aspenstar had arrived.
(Please wait for @ian to respond before doing so <3 also let me know if i missed any promotions)
"Oh, please, don't mind me. I'd hate to be interrupting something," meowed the voice of the fawn colored leader, her gaze frosted as she padded into camp. A quick glance around proved that her sources has been correct: Stormstar had lost any authority he had over them. This was as disappointing to her as it was inevitable; everyone, it seemed, would inevitably disappoint her. The empire would crumble because no one but she was strong enough, willing enough, stable enough, to ensure its success. She let out a soft sigh, a mix of disappointment and displeasure. However, there was no anger in her gaze. She had every right to be furious, to bring the whole spectacle crashing down around them. But, she didn't. She did not unsheathe her claws, nor did she let the anger simmering in her stomach to betray herself in her eyes. No, Aspenstar looked completely put together, completely calm.
"What am I interrupting?" she then asked, letting her gaze shift to the cats who were newly promoted. It didn't take two eyes to see that this was a ceremony, but Aspenstar wanted Sunpetal to admit it herself. When her gaze fell to Foxfable, she offered a nod of approval, although it was subtle. Her gaze turned back to Sunpetal. "And where is our beloved Stormstar?"
Of course, seeing Aspenstar again for the first time since she and her family bowed before her and surrendered their clan, a chord of fear struck one of her heartstrings. Sunpetal hesitated, drawing back a small step, but then the fear was swept away by a furious blaze of confidence and she found herself meeting the white queen's gaze directly. "You're late, Aspenstar. I would have liked you to be able to see the entire ceremony. We had a lot to celebrate, after all. Let's review."
She found herself walking forward without thinking. The distance closed between the two she-cats until only a breeze could pass between them, Sunpetal's tail whisking behind her and her tone offering a challenge. "We outwitted your clan, overpowered your warriors, and murdered your 'leader.' We ended the night," she said, speaking with a fire beyond her years. There was something about these interactions- in which she was face to face with leaders, her fear in her throat and confidence barely sparking in her paws- that highlighted Sunpetal's natural abilities. She'd been a bratty kit once, yes, always getting into business she didn't belong in, but because of that- because she'd watched her father do it- she knew how to navigate this cat-eat-cat world. She smiled again, sickeningly sweet. "I'm glad you're here now, Aspenstar. I don't think your clan could find their way home without you. They're all a little concussed and waterlogged, especially that one," she nodded to Phantomfox as the tom took up position stoicly at his leader's flank.
She closed her eyes for a moment, deeply fighting the urge to twitch at the idea of how... quickly things had been fumbled. Had she not told Phantomfox to take care of the problem if there was one? And as for the other NightClan cats... did she have to be there to hold their hands? Were they so incapable that they couldn't be left to their own devices? It was enough to drive her mad. A voice whispered in the back of her head. They're weak, worthless without you. The thought lingered, gnawed at her. It was true, wasn't it? They were all weak, every single one of them. She should have known that they wouldn't be able to manage this. If her clan was made up of cats like her, they wouldn't have faltered. Perhaps she had been wrong to think her clanmates could rise to the occasion, could meet her skill, her drive, her dedication.
No, Aspenstar. That's not true. Another voice whispered. They were just lost. Maybe she had expected too much of them, but that didn't mean that they were weak. Her clanmates were not weak. Yet... Sunpetal's description of her warriors suggested they had fallen just as quickly as SummerClan once had. No matter how loudly the voice in her head tried to proclaim it was not NightClan's failings but her own lack of dilligence, it would be drown out by one simple fact: NightClan fell. No matter whose fault it was, they had fallen. Disgust rolled in the pit of her stomach.
After just a moment too long, the leader's eyes re-opened, and she continued to look unphased. "Huh. You don't say," she meowed, her tail flicking across the ground casually. Her gaze bore into Sunpetal, observing everything about her. The younger cat had changed. Her lips twisted into a smile. "I see you're taking care of yourself, Sunpetal. I knew someone would rise to the occassion," she meowed, focusing for just a moment on the compliment. "Truthfully, though, I didn't think it was going to be you." Yes, this was good. Focus on Sunpetal and the situation at hand, deal with your feelings later. "I'm pleasantly surprised. You went from groveling baby girl to... satisfying..." she tilted her head, "whatever it is you think you are. I do appreciate your help, and I deeply apologize that Stormstar has... disappointed the both of us. I expected better of him." As soon as her words shifted to Stormstar, her tone regained an icyness that SummerClan would be more used to. She shook her head. "It really is a pity. However," her tone became light once again, "Mommy's home, darling, and she'd like to take care of business."
Post by complacentdevil on Nov 27, 2021 18:55:49 GMT -5
Wildpaw bristled at the scent of a pure Nightclanner in their midsts. The cats that had occupied their camp had begun to muddle themselves with the scent of Summerclan, yet this cat reeked of the muskiness of Nightclan. Her amber eyes narrowed as she saw the leader, hissing under her breath as her hackles raised, standing in place near the other apprentices. Only just cheering in congratulations to her new denmates. Cricketpaw and Emberpaw sat similarly, though their eyes were a bit more hollow, less hope present in them than the older apprentice. Though they had been kits when Nightclan took over, unaware of the outsides of camp. They watched quietly to see how things would play out.
Daydreamer bit the inside of his cheek, the charcoal tom had become scraggly in the disappearance of his friend and leader, some of his features more bony than before, mostly from having to give up meals to the bullies that Nightclan called warriors. His eyes went to Sunpetal, waiting to see what she could possibly do against Aspenstar.
Mommy's home, darling, and she'd like to take care of business. A shiver shot down her spine at the words, Sunpetal stiffening her shoulders to quell it. Aspenstar was hardly bigger than herself- they were practically eye level- yet she found herself staring up at a titan, merely a speck on the ground beneath her feet. There was an edge to the NightClan leader that almost every cat in SummerClan lacked, and she was just now recognizing that; it anchored a heavy chill in her gut. Had she just filled her clanmates with hope, led them into battle, and fed them victory, just for it to all end in death and defeat anyway?
"That won't be necessary." She spoke without thinking, startling even herself with the assertiveness in her voice. Sunpetal lashed her tail as if to expel her nerves in the motion, reminding herself I killed for this. She was still struggling to reconcile that within herself, but if she could take down Aspenstar right here, right now, perhaps those deaths wouldn't feel so ruinous. She closed her eyes for a moment and allowed herself to breathe. The oxygen revitalized the fire and the chill was burnt out, fear replaced by complete certainty and acceptance. "As much as I appreciate," gazing at Aspenstar, that was tough to grit out, "the compliment and your concerns, SummerClan can stand on its own now. I implore- encourage you to leave... unless you're here to see NightClan fail firsthand?"
SummerClan had been at the sea for a week, leaving the camp alone but not unoccupied. The powerful blue regent had remained comfortable in the empty camp; during the ceremony he had emerged to sit in the entrance, listening to the ceremony with an amused smile. He had never cared for ceremonies, marking the passage of time and the growth of their cats had not seemed necessary, especially in a temporary occupation. No doubt, many of their cats had come of age while he'd been in charge, but he had neglected to pay any mind to their preparedness - though he would still gleefully claim the glory of being the leader they had flourished under.
Most of the clan did not seem to care about his presence - if they even noticed. Stormstar wasn't surprised: what could they do about it? Kill him again? He had already revealed he would come back to life if they struck him down, and assured them he had plenty of lives to spare. There was no use paying attention to him until his leader was back, and after apparently wasting as much time as possible, Aspenstar had returned for him.
He rose and stepped further out of the den, nodding a greeting to the other leader. "You should have seen their little revolution, you wouldn't have the heart to fight them either," Stormstar called over, his whiskers twitching with amusement. "United against a common enemy; oh, I was so proud."
For a moment, it seemed like she was considering Sunpetal's words, but as soon as the tom approached, her attention was immediately shifted. As much as Sunpetal amused her, and as much as the leader really was almost proud of the little scrap, her business was not with her. Sunpetal mattered just as little as any of the other SummerClan cats; she was not here to diddledaddle, and now that the object of her visit had arrived, her attention was focused solely on him.
Her gaze was completely devoid of any humor that resided within the other. The time and place for amusement was over; after all, there was nothing funny about the tom's abismal failure. Her gaze narrowed into slits. There was a part of her that thought the tom bold, speaking to her as an equal who had done nothing wrong. How dare he? Not only had he allowed for the NightClan cats to grow to be just as inconsequential and ineffective as the SummerClan cats, but it seemed that he forgot who had put him into his place in the first place. If he hadn't, he would have begged for forgiveness. Perhaps she would have granted it to him, too, given him a second chance to prove that he was useful. She might have been able to handle an admittance of guilt, a recognition that she should have been sent for. She may have proven a benevolent god, one willing to hear the cries of repentance from her subject. However, without recognition of his failure, Aspenstar had no interest in benevolence. If he had forgotten his place, she would remind him.
The long moment of silence passed, and the leader at last opened her mouth to speak. "I can't imagine how you can be so laize about the fact that you were embarassed by a group of naive little garden keepers, Stormreign. If I were you, I wouldn't be so cavilere that you failed at a task so simple as keeping SummerClan in line." Her words were vitriolic, her gaze frosted. "You're almost proud of it, though, proud of the fact that once again, you have shown yourself nothing more than a fool, a tom who sees in himself a greatness despite the fact that every time he is given a chance to actualize that greatness, he flounders like a fish on land. I can almost understand failing to successfully lead the Regime, but SummerClan? I gave you my spoils of war on a silver platter, and all you had to do was babysit. There was literally no simpler task that could have allowed you to prove you were worth something." Her voice rose slightly with each word, until she was almost yelling at the tom.
When she realized this, she let out a sigh, taking a moment to collect herself. "You have failed NightClan, Stormreign. You have proven useless. You have until I finish taking care of SummerClan to vacate the territory. I am being kind enough to you to let you leave on your own accord, although my tolerance is thin. If you are ever seen on either SummerClan or NightClan territory again, I will personally hunt you down and ensure you bare the full weight of your transgression against my clan."
Stormstar chuckled, a light smile playing across his face, as if her words were utterly ineffectual, a kit's cute attempt to berate him. At her accusations, he shrugged his shoulders, an amicable admissions that yup, I did screw that one up! without seeming harmed by the truth.
"No leadership stays forever," he quipped back, "nothing does; not even you."
It wasn't a threat -- no, the words danced off his tongue almost playfully, like a little game the two of them were playing, a performance. He strolled in loose circles around her, sharing a handsome grin and an occasional wink for the crowd, letting them in on the secret. Aspenstar and her rage! Oh, you know how our tyrant is; we'll just let her tire herself out this time, won't we?
But ultimately, Stormstar was a liar, not an actor. His hard smile didn't reach his eyes. The shame singing through his pelt boiled off to anger, and his circles around the leader cut tighter, because there was nowhere else to go; though he cut fleeing glances at the cats around them, he could not flee this confrontation, not with his pride intact, but without being hunted and hated for the rest of his days. As Aspenstar pronounced his sentence, his smile faded away entirely, and there was a hint of desperation in his gaze as it flickered from cat to cat -- searching for Twilightdance, for Doefreckle, for Sunpaw, for Juniperdust, for Sunpetal, for anyone that might intervene on his behalf, even if just to shame the leader, not to support him -- but when he found no support, his mouth tightened.
"Useless, huh?" he said, and swung around to face the leader, forcing a smile back onto his lips. "You know who is really useless? That oaf you sent to keep an eye on me. Phantomfox couldn't keep me in line or help me keep order or even find his own backside," he jested. Stormstar strolled closer to the leader, fearless, a wild spark in his eyes.
"Don't overreach, Aspenstar," he warned, raising one brow as he looked around at the enemy cats, moving nearer to her all the while. "You can't hold this clan much longer. We're stronger now, and we--they can govern themselves. You can't keep me out of here. Everyone else--- everyone else in your guard is weak, they can't hold this clan, that's why you can crawling to me. You think anyone else could keep these cats in order? You think anyone else would have survived the assassination attempts I did? You think they'd listen to anyone other than me? Without me, your time here is over. You should vacate this territory yourself, before you get humiliated any further."
His face twitched, working against his anger, and he took several hard, deep breaths to smooth his composure again. Certainty set in his mind, fueled by hatred: there was only one way he was getting out of here, and vengeance would taste so sweet.
Stormstar sighed and strolled back her way, his muzzle lowered as he stood directly in front of her, his posture humble but his eyes dark. "Aspenstar," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, "you understand." He leaned close, as if he was going to touch their foreheads, a classic Stormstar move-- but instead he drew his head back sharply and smashed down into her skull. As her legs bucked he lunged, locking his jaws around her throat and shaking her like ragdoll; then as her throat tore away he tossed her back to the ground and the king stood over her body, his mute gaze meeting Sunpetal's -- furious, disappointed, pleading.
