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In the last few moments that he was alone, his jaw was set and his brow was creased with worry. For just a second, the boy looked older, older far beyond his years. Perhaps that made sense; after all, just when he thought things were getting better, they got worse again. He was just finding his stride with Radiantcosmo, and now, she, too, was gone. Once again, he was alone on the throne. He despised this loneliness, the fact that he'd almost become adjusted to his reserved isolation. His eyes closed for a moment, his shoulder slightly slumped. Foxstar was not adjusting well, not deep down. He never adjusted well, not really. It was easy enough to pretend he was okay. After all, for the last six months, he'd had to be okay, at least in front of others. This had been a necessity. They had enough of a reason to doubt him - they didn't need to know that he didn't know what he was doing, that he felt like he was stumbling around in the dark, that he was struggling. He needed to suffer in silence. It was the role of a leader, to carry the weight of the world, or at least, that's what he had originally thought.
He'd spent the first two days after Radiantcosmo resigned for her next great adventured trying to come to terms with this loneliness. He hadn't told anyone about their quiet talk, because he didn't know what to do. SummerClan had burned through deputies like no tomorrow, and he could tell that his clanmates were becoming tired of the constant adjustment. He had been preparing for his announcement to the clan that she was gone and that there would be no replacement when the soft disappointment had been replaced by that loneliness. With each cat that exited his life, his abandonment issues grew stronger. He became sharper, harder, less and less trusting. He was tired of being hurt, tired of letting cats get close to him only to be ripped from him when he was just becoming okay with a new normal. Preparing to tell the clan made him sink into the despair that naturally accompanied this constant abandonment, this never ending uplift of his life. He never liked to sink into his sadness, his feelings of desperation; they were an ocean and he was afraid he would drown.
But sometimes, letting yourself feel things was good. Sometimes, indulging in your own sadness helps you put the pieces together.
And, luckily for him, this time it did. As he sat in the hole of his own emotions, as he settled into his own isolation, Foxstar had an epiphany. This was how she felt. At the top of the world but completely alone, scared, unsure of herself, wondering how the hell she got here and what the hell to do next. Foxstar hated how much his life mirrored hers. It was a cruel trick of an unyielding higher power that their fates were interlocked, that her ghost lingered with him where ever he went. But, it was always helpful. When he felt her presence linger a little too close, he knew that something was going to go wrong if he continued to chart his course. Sometimes, it took him a while to figure out what the memories of her were trying to tell him. This time, though, her memory (his hallucination? Foxstar's psychology is unclear) was speaking clearly. She had chosen to be alone. When she needed help the most, Aspenstar had turned into herself, and, well, Foxstar had a front row seat to how well that had worked out for her. As soon as he realized this, he realized that he couldn't do that.
He also realized that he didn't have to. He might not have a deputy, but he did have a group of cats that he did trust the judgement of. He had leads in every position. He had Sunveins and Cypresspaw. He didn't have to be alone on the throne. They could be there with him, supporting him. And so, with that realization, he had sent a message for them to gather in his den. Things were going to change, and he needed them. They were going to be a team, a real team.
Still, he couldn't help but worry: what if this didn't work out? What if he was setting them all up for failure? He had been lost in those thoughts when he heard the first cat enter his den. As soon as he heard the noise, his eyes opened again, and a smile crossed the tom's visage, once again boyish and charming. "Welcome, please make yourself at home," he greeted.
NOTES - tldr that's a bunch of exposition and you can ignore as much of it as possible, just have your lead cat come in the den this is going to be a staff meeting - gold feel free to bring cypress in if you want i love him but if you dont want to rp both of them at the same time dawn is the more important oops - please do not feel like your responses need to be any particular length. really, this thread is just going to be a way for all of them to get updated about radiantcosmo, introduce the two newest leads, and then like maybe some in world team building if we get that far c:
Dawnflicker had been attempting to keep up an optimistic façade in the days since Radiantcosmo stepped down, left — truthfully, she'd been attempting it since Sunstar left — and though she could smile politely, go about her day as if nothing was wrong and the loss of multiple deputies and a leader was simply a minor setback, she couldn't help but let her anxious thoughts twist. There was an ever-present knot of worry in her gut, something she couldn't shake. She didn't know Foxstar very personally, but she could only imagine the stress he was under — he was so young, far too young, in her own opinion — and she'd been trying to catch his eyes the past few days, give an encouraging, supportive look in his direction just so he knew she was in his corner. She knew some weren't, she'd heard the whispers of uncertainty directed at his leadership. Dawnflicker held nothing but respect for him. Partially, she understood what it was like to be so young and unsure, worried that the position you held wasn't the right one.
When Foxstar set a meeting, Dawnflicker was the first to arrive. She didn't step into his den completely, not immediately, only peering around the corner just to check she wasn't too early, and when the leader noticed her, she matched his smile, shuffling in until she could take a place just beside the exit.
"Oh, hi, I will," she gave a short, airy laugh, "you know, it's so cozy in here, I just noticed. You've got the. . . the sunlight flooding in so it's all warm —" she interrupted herself with a gasp, "oh! You know what would be just perfect? On that wall right there," she pointed with her tail to back wall, "you can hang some flowers there, something bright — irises totally fit you, by the way, and they'd look so nice displayed right there. Poppies, too, for the flash of colour."
She had her mouth open as if she was going to continue, but it closed, tail suddenly flicking anxiously, though she tried to still it. "Sorry, that's not what we were here for," she laughed again. "How are you, by the way?" Her voice grew softer, not pitying but still sympathetic, different than her filling-the-silence-with-ramblings voice.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 21, 2022 18:10:21 GMT -5
Ravenmask arrived at the meeting just after Dawnflicker. The gray and black tom looked around thinking he was going to be late but was pleased he wasn't. The recent changes in leadership were on every cat's mind it seemed lately. Sunstar's disappearance and now Radiantcosmo stepping down from deputy had left an unsettled atmosphere throughout the whole camp. What is going to happen to SummerClan, he wondered as he padded inside. Before seating himself, he gave Foxstar a respectful nod.
Foxstar was slightly surprised by the she-cat's chattering, although he let out a soft purr. It was nice to see cats acting so ... normally, especially around him. Maybe things weren't quite as tense as he thought they were. More likely, Dawnflicker was just being kind, and he certainly wasn't going to question that. "Oh!" he meowed, the smile widening. "I hadn't even considered hanging flowers. I guess that makes me a pretty bad former garden keeper," he continued with a slight chuckle. His time as a garden keeper had been short, but he'd immediately transfered to the non-violent career path as soon as he came to SummerClan. It was too weird to do warrior training without Rosypaw around. "Maybe we'll have to go out sometime and collect some decorations?" he then offered, his tail flicking back and forth. It would be good to get a chance to get to know her a little bit better.
He couldn't help but offer a soft laugh. "Between you and I, it's a much more interesting, less potentially depressing topic than what we've actually got to talk about this afternoon," he admitted, a gentleness in his voice as he spoke quietly, as if he was telling her the world's biggest secret. Then, when she continued, he tensed slightly. How was he? Wasn't that the question of the hour? His silvery eyes blinked, before he let out a sigh. "I'm... okay," he meowed after a long moment, his voice hesitant. He looked like he was about to say more when another cat entered the den.
"Ravenmask!" he greeted, the tension releasing from his shoulders. Perhaps it was better to answer Dawnflicker's question later, anyways. That way he didn't have to keep repeating it, right? "Welcome, it's good to see you. How's training been?" He'd been tasked with Sunrisepaw and Monsterpaw, and Foxstar was genuinely curious how that was going over.
Brin still felt like a mountain lion in a den of rabbits. All these little cats, with their flower crowns and their polite rituals and their passive aggressive smiles — she'd been here a month (a moon, they called it, correcting her with laughter that was so sheepish on the surface and so sneeringly judgemental just below, like she were the tattered outsider dirtying the white tablecloths at the tea party) and they were still completely foreign to her. She'd had a position bundled into her arms almost as soon as she'd walked through the door, because she knew the world, because she didn't need any training, because she was an adult in a colony of fresh-faced children; and even after that, she still had hardly spoken a word to anyone. When she did, it was little more than a gruff, growling monosyllable. Most of the time, she was out of camp, pottering about on the beach in the sea air; when she was in camp, she was hunched over in a corner, looking out over the clearing with a glare that wasn't a glare — she just had heavy eyes.
Now, she stalked into the leader's den, her scarred pelt rippling over lean muscle. The outer rims of her eyes were still darkened by black paint: on the ship and on the docks, she'd used charcoal; since coming to SummerClan, to recuperate and sleep in a place where she wouldn't have to look over her shoulder twelve times a night, she'd made do with drying and crushing seaweed over black ocean rocks. It stung, but her fur was always salty; she was used to the sting, to the smell, and it was more home than this soft place. "It doesn't need flowers," she growled, padding heavily past Dawnflicker to take a seat near Foxstar; she was used to being the ship captain, she'd sit up front. "It's fine as it is. He's a leader, not a flower girl — he needs respect, not prettiness."
She snorted, waving a paw at his words as if dismissing them entirely, "oh, hardly. Honestly, I say that about, like, every room. I just think it makes it seem fresher." At his suggestion, she smiled, eyes sparkling, "Yes! Absolutely!"
Between you and I, it's a much more interesting, less potentially depressing topic than what we've actually got to talk about this afternoon. Her smile faltered, slipping only briefly before she fixed it, nodding along with his words. "That's good," she spoke softly, sitting up from where she had hunched her shoulders and looking towards the entrance as Ravenmask walked in, greeting the tom a flick of her tail in greeting.
Just as Dawnflicker was about to continue on about whatever useless topic would come to mind, relieved that Foxstar didn't mind her chatter, Brin caught her attention, and she watched as the she-cat shouldered by, taking a spot beside Foxstar. He's a leader, not a flower girl — he needs respect, not prettiness. She tittered nervously. "Weeellll. . . " the word was drawn out, longwinded, spoken the sort of way someone did when they wanted to argue something but didn't at the same time, instead only bothering to object and trail off. She didn't have a proper response, truthfully — Brin was a strong, tough women, confident and cold, exactly the type that always got Dawnflicker nervous. She was so intimidating. She only shrugged in response.
"Ravenmask!" he greeted, the tension releasing from his shoulders. Perhaps it was better to answer Dawnflicker's question later, anyways. That way he didn't have to keep repeating it, right? "Welcome, it's good to see you. How's training been?" He'd been tasked with Sunrisepaw and Monsterpaw, and Foxstar was genuinely curious how that was going over.
"Well, they're both still alive," he joked. "But seriously I think their training has been going very well considering." Ravenmask knew he didn't need to elaborate. Foxstar was well aware of his two apprentices' differences. "I believe both will become fine warriors for SummerClan someday." Inwardly, he hoped what he just said would be true. This was one of the hardest assignments he had ever been given.
Nymphflurry crashed into the den entirely too fast, tripping over her own paws and stumbling to a stop in front of Foxstar. "Hi! Am I late? I'm so sorry. I was working over in the meadow on this new trap and then I remembered you mentioned a meeting today. I hope I'm catching the beginning and not the end, but if I missed it all then I apologize." The soft-furred she-cat had burrs and holly leaves stuck along her black frame, and as she caught her breath she seemed to realize that other cats were in the den too. She turned her orange face between them, smiling at each in turn.
"Hello everyone! Nymphflurry," she introduced herself- almost unnecessarily, as she'd grown up in Summerclan. "I like your eye markings," she told Brin, scooting uncomfortably close to the muscular she-cat. "Smells like seaweed. Do you fish up kelp or eelgrass? Oooh, or do you find some already dried along the shore? How long do you find that the effect lasts before you need to put more on?"
When Brin spoke, Foxstar couldn't help but let his ear flick in interest. Of course, he was mostly paying attention to Ravenmask, but he couldn't help but be interested in how the others interacted. When the sea cat made her comment, Foxstar momentarily looked away from the other tom to offer Dawnflicker a sheepish smile. They'd still go out together, regardless of what Brin had to say. He was beginning to learn that the she-cat was a bittttt of a buzzkill. Of course, any cat who had the maturity or life experience beyond what could be expected of a boy-king probably seemed like a buzzkill to him, it was only natural.
"Good to see you, Brin," he then meowed, before glancing back at Ravenmask, his attention once again committed to the tom. They're both still alive. He couldn't help but let the laughter erupt from his chest. "Well, yes, that's always a good thing. I see you're keeping them in line, then."
He then paused, becoming slightly more serious. "I do, genuinely, apologize for doing that to you. I don't know if I've... said that before," he meowed with a blink. "The two needed to be together. As much as it seems ... counterproductive, there was no better pairing. They both want to prove that they're better than the other, and it will push them to do even better work, and if I didn't think you could handle it, I wouldn't have assigned it." He smiled warmly at the Instructor, before turning to the newest. Whitemuzzle
"Not late at all!" he chimed back to her, amusement in his gaze as she stumbled in front of him. "Arrived right in the middle of the pack. And even if you were, I couldn't be mad at you for coming up with a new trap. Keep up the good work," he then meowed with a nod. sunlight
"We'll give it another minute or so," Foxstar then announced a little louder, "and then we'll start. Big things on the agenda today, folks." If the others weren't there soon, he'd just catch them up when they got there.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jun 24, 2022 12:00:33 GMT -5
Ravenmask had figured that might have been Foxstar's reasoning by placing them together. Both apprentices were very competitive and wanted to be better than the other. But what surprised him was his compliment.
"Thank you," he mewed, dipping his head. "I hope your faith in my abilities as a mentor will prove to be true." He sincerely wanted see both young cats become some of the best SummerClan warriors.
