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When he was voted upon and announced the Sovereign of WinterClan, he thought it to be a curse from his mother, her constant desire to screw up his life making itself known from the grave.
It wasn’t until he met her again at the border that he realized she was, contrary to popular belief, still alive. That was a little annoying.
But back on topic, becoming the Sovereign was something that, as opposed to others who would find it an honor, was like introducing a demon into his world. A demon that feasted on his vulnerabilities until he was too tired to keep fighting.
He never would have thought it would bless him with something irreplaceable and priceless. Not only did his leadership offer him the friendship of not one, not two, but three hot as fire guys, but together the brotherhood stumbled across something that would change their worlds forever.
It all started with their usual meet up on the new moon, where under the pitch black of the night sky they wouldn’t be questioned about where they were going or who they were seeing. They each journeyed to the gathering place, packages held gingerly in their jaws. It was rude not to bring a snack to the party, after all.
The white tom looked around before stepping into the clearing, smirking as he saw other familiar shapes already sitting and waiting, their packages at their paws.
“Hey guys, long time no see. I brought the rabbits, as instructed.” He spat out a bit of fur, the two dead bodies falling at his feet.
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POSTEDJul 19, 2019 17:37:23 GMT -5 TO Mountain Clans
Per usual Shadedstar fashion, he didn't arrive early. But he didn't arrive late, either. He was fashionably in the middle, just the way he liked. Or well, just the way it always was. He didn't particularly plan it. He carried not one, but two fluffy bodies, some of the food he had caught fresh for their little new moon meetup. He quite enjoyed them, a little more than he should, really. He smiled playfully as Ghoulstar joined them.
'Bout time, was what he was going to say teasingly before he caught sight of the rabbits the other had brung. "Wait--Oh no--I thought I was suppose to bring the rabbits! Well--" He looked at the four collective carcasses, "I guess we get extra tonight. I was going to bring some yummy berries, but I could only carry them in my mouth and--well--I kinda ate them?" He chuckled at himself. "Anyway! Let's get this party started!"
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POSTEDJul 19, 2019 18:14:01 GMT -5 TO Mountain Clans
Bijou had become less hostile since his first gathering where he met the other leaders. The new moon meetings between the four leaders had become a time when he could relax. Enjoy the company of the other toms and not have the worries of Fallclan stress him out. The moment his paw stepped over the border his shoulders relaxed visibly. In his mouth he carried two squrriels one black and one grey. He places the bodies down near the rabbits. “I’ve brought the squrriels. I caught them fresh out of the trees earlier. This little black squrriel put up a fight and had me chasing it all around the big pine tree.” Bijou commented as he sat down and licked his paw trying to get any left over squrriel fur out of his mouth.
As per usual, Doestar was late — but it wasn’t his fault! It wasn’t. He’d set out early, because the journey to the Gathering Place took twice as long with his fractured foreleg, and, at first, everything had been fine; he’d sung a few songs, watched a few butterflies, splashed a bit in a stream — and then he’d lost his bearings. And, being the world’s worst tracker, it had taken him longer than he’d ever care to admit to realign himself. And he hated it, because these not-dates with the three smoking hot leaders were the highlight of his month and he didn’t want to waste a second of them. Just them, under the stars, arguing and exploring and gossiping and lounging around in the moonlight — it was like something out of his wildest dreams.
“I’m here, I’m here,” he called as he trotted into the clearing, voice muffled around the tails of the four mice that thumped against his chest with every bouncing step. “No one panic.” He stopped beside Bijou, dropped the mice onto the grass, and collapsed, sprawling out on his back with his forepaws kneading at the air and grinning around at the other three toms. “Hey, cuties.”
"I was kind of convinced you had died somehow." Shadedstar purred, eyeing the mice Doestar had brought. "Now that we're all here," he reached for one, dragging it closer to himself, "I hope nobody minds if I take one of these." He immediately dug in, finishing the small creature in just a few minutes. He didn't have to be polite in front of these guys right? "Oh, and Doestar, you're not too bad yourself." He teased playfully.
"Right, so how's everyone been doing lately? I, for one, have . . . uh, slept a lot?" He chuckled at himself. "What do y'all wanna do? I vouch for exploration! Or a game, like hide a seek in the dark." Of course, hide and seek was a kits game. But, hide and seek in the dark, no, no, that was a real, most definitely hardcore game.
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POSTEDJul 19, 2019 20:50:38 GMT -5 TO Mountain Clans
Ghoulstar snorted as he turned and watched the others approach and drop their belongings. He’d experienced a flash of concern for Doestar due to his leg, but seeing the tom’s cheerful expression and the way he threw himself down, he figured the tom was okay.
Stretching out, he slid down onto his belly. “How about we start with: How is everyone?”
Doestar smiled as he watched Shadedstar dig into one of the mice he’d brought, enjoying being able to do something nice for all of them; it made him feel useful and warm.
“Ooh, I love hide and seek! In the dark! And exploring! Hide and seek in the dark and exploring! Like, you have to hide and try to find something at the same time, without being found! Huh? Huh?” He glanced between the other leaders with a big, cheerful smile— and then Ghoulstar was speaking. His eyes slowly followed the WinterClan leader as he slid down onto his belly, giving a final nod as the other tom met the ground like he was feeling the impact himself, and rolled onto his stomach. “I’ll start! I’m good, thank you, Ghoulstar. I missed you, though, ya big handsome fluffball.”
“Oh yeah! You’ve got the right ideas Doey!” He licked his muzzle after finishing the mouse, still enjoying the taste of it. Shadedstar flopped onto his stomach, which somewhat hurt, but didn’t hurt enough so he couldn’t ignore it. “I’ll go next. I’ve been very well, very—uhm—well rested? Honestly boys, I’ve missed all of you. I really like these nights.” He looked up at the sky, dotted with moonless stars. “Hey, I wonder if the fireflies are out. We get a lot of fireflies in our forest and the flower fields, and I love them.”
“Aww, I missed you, too, lover boy,” Doestar purred, kneading gently at one of the rabbits. The soft fur felt nice against his pawpads. He followed Shadedstar’s gaze, raising his head to look at the stars as well. He smiled softly, a sudden feeling of calm and happiness washing over him. He loved these nights, too. “Fireflies are so lovely,” he murmured, still gazing at the star-specked night sky. Hopefully, they’d find a field of fireflies tonight, one they could play in and stargaze in and fall asleep in a big, warm bundle in. That would make everything perfect.
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POSTEDJul 19, 2019 23:50:50 GMT -5 TO Mountain Clans
Ghoulstar cleared his throat from the inane conversation about fireflies and turned to the FallClan leader. “Bijou, how about you? Got anything to say? Anything new happen in your life?” He smirked.
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POSTEDJul 20, 2019 23:07:44 GMT -5 TO Mountain Clans
Bijou had been quiet, watching the other three toms converse while he dug into one of Doestar's mice. "I've been here and there. Mostly tired and still not used to being the leader of a clan. Minus a couple of apprentices that tried to dare a new apprentice to crawl up the Tree of Wisdom. My life has been very uneventful." Bijou replied as he gave his paw a quick lick and rubbed it against the side of his muzzle.
“Oh, boy, do I feel that, Jou-Jou,” Doestar groaned, flopping onto his side and softly prodding the FallClan leader beside him with one paw. “I keep introducing myself as Doefreckle, it’s a nightmare. And I haven’t shared a single dream with StarClan yet. I think they’re angry with me because Ravenstar transferred her lives to me instead of me having a proper ceremony and being, y’know, officially anointed. Maybe I’m not even meant to be leader. Maybe I’m just a place-holder until a proper leader comes forward and kills me for my title, or a bad omen. Maybe my medicine cat has been given a sign and he just hasn’t mentioned it to me because he doesn’t think I’m, y’know, the one to tell. It’s— everything’s going well, yeah!” He said all this with a sunny, cheerful smile on his face, paws resting on the slowly coolling body of one of the squirrels as he delicately tore of chunks of flesh and spoke while he was chewing.
“Anyway, my loves, are we gonna hang around here all night or are we gonna do somethin’ fun? Let’s go on an adventure! A bit of bonding, y’know! Not that we need any more bonding — all this marriage is lacking is a few squealing kits to drive Bijou mad. I’d be the favourite, of course, but don’t be jealous, I’d tell them only good stories about my handsome husbands.” He smiled around at them all with a still-bloody muzzle and batted his lashes.
Shadedstar snorted where he lay, slightly flustered at Doestar’s comments. Good thing they were jokes, right? Right? He shook his head of those thoughts. He had to focus on the real world, then and there. “Well,” he got to his paws and stretched, “I’m down for an adventure. Come on, let’s go..” he paused, looking around and picking a direction at random, “...This way!” He skipped off, the prospect of finding something exciting him. Unless they didn’t, of course.
"That's my favourite way!" Doestar chirped after him, scrabbling to his paws and loping after Shadedstar. "Come on, you two!" he called over his shoulder at the grumpy leaders, disappearing into the shadowy brush around the Gathering Place. "We're gonna stay out all night, go on an adventure, get into life-threatening danger under the moonlight - it's gonna be great!" He did a little skip in mid-air and let out an excited giggle.
Bijou stood up and stretched feeling his spine slightly pop. His front paws kneaded at the ground below as he stood up right. "Okay we can go." He answered while padding after Doestar and Shadedstar. He wondered what the leaders would find while wandering through the surrounding forest. Ignoring any and all borders if they came across them.
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POSTEDAug 5, 2019 2:18:27 GMT -5 TO Mountain Clans
Shadedstar ran up ahead, admiring the night time beauty of the territory. “Oh yeah we are! You have the right ideas, cutie.” He turned to Doestar and gave him a big smile. He felt free out here, just the four of them with no borders or rivalry or fighting in their way. Nothing to worry about. It was almost heavenly. “Or maybe I should call you Freckles. I don’t have a nickname for you yet, Bijou—“ Cutting himself off before he could start a new sentence, Shadedstar stopped. His ears twitched and he turned his head around as if looking for something.
“Do you hear that?” He whispered. A faint mewling sound had caught his ear, the desperate sound of hungry kittens making his heart clench.
Doestar limp-trotted after Shadedstar, struggling to keep up with his longer, functioning legs but not minding in the slightest. He grinned up at him, sweet and sheepish, and let out a little snorting giggle at the word cutie. “You can call me Freckles,” he panted quietly, cheeks smooshed up to his eyes by his rabbit-soft smile. “It’s hard to shorten Shadedstar, though — I’ve been trying for weeks, it keeps me up at night. Shady? No, see, that’s an insult. Shadow? That’s lame. Shad? It sounds like Chad, which is just inherently awful. Sha—“
He fell silent at the faint mewling. “Kits!” he piped up, ears pressing back against his head. He glanced around and pawed at the ground anxiously. “Those are kits!” He forced his ears back up and slowly crept ahead towards a clump of four perfect fern leaves; he opened his mouth to taste the air and realised with a flutter of his heart that they were at the exact meeting point of the four Mountain Clans’ territories. It felt somehow meaningful. With his heart in his throat, he parted the ferns with one paw and instantly turned back to the other two leaders with a soft gasp. “It is kits!” he whispered urgently, voice high and cracking and expression caught somewhere between worried and adoring. “And they’re cute! Shadedstar, my love, they need your fluff — urgently.”
He followed Doestar to the ferns, his eyes widening as four squirming kits appeared, tucked together. He panicked, feeling a mix of not knowing what to do and feeling desperately sorry for the kits. “Oh—what? Yeah!” He maneuvered quickly around Doestar and carefully stepped over the kits, laying down right behind them. He pushed them into the thick fur of his check with his paws, feeling them snuggle up in the fur. His panic ceased as he stared at the delicate things.
“They’re so precious!” He cooed. “Anyway, do you think their mother is still out there? What are we going to do with them?” He turned to the others.
With a tentative glance back at Bijou, Doestar limped forward and stood over Shadedstar, gazing down at the kits with a soft little frown. “I don’t know,” he replied, breathy and helpless. He opened his mouth to taste the air again, a little more panicked and desperate, but there were only the stale scents of the Mountain Clans and these four kits; no unique smell clung to them, there was only ferns and earth and cold. He felt like he was going to have a panic attack.
Swallowing nervously over and over to calm himself, he settled down beside the SpringClan leader on the other side of the kits, tucking them between him and Shadedstar. Their ears were small and folded over, their eyes barely open, and they were so soft and warm and helpless; he felt his heart constrict pitifully. A little pale grey she-kit tumbled over her siblings and mouthed uselessly at his chest fur, trying to suckle. He let out a soft huff of laughter, glancing up at Shadedstar, and leaned down to touch his nose to her forehead. He felt like crying; he felt his chin quiver a little. “We have to care for them,” he murmured suddenly, dragging his eyes away from the kits to look between Bijou and Shadedstar. “What else can we do? Their mother isn’t here — she could be any of our warriors, or someone else entirely — and we don’t know if she’s ever coming back. They need us.”
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POSTEDAug 6, 2019 21:52:57 GMT -5 TO Mountain Clans
He stared down at the kits, lost in his own head for a moment. He couldn’t imagine what drove these precious babies mother to leave them like this, hungry and cold and utterly helpless. “How do you suppose we feed them? They’re too young to eat fresh-kill, and I’m pretty certain none of us are able to nurse.” The kits wiggled around, crawling on top of each other and mewling. “Oh StarClan, I certainly didn’t plan to become a father so soon.” He cleared his throat. “Poor babies...” he murmured to the kits.
