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Plot Summary: Summerclan's two closest neighbors, Swiftclan and Springclan, were both fiercely attacked and defeated without warning or provocation in the span of two weeks. As more news comes in from the Summerclan apprentices returning from the exchange, tensions and fear have risen within the clan; Is Summerclan next? How will Ratstar respond to the threat? After days of waiting, Ratstar, Dawnmemories, and Graythorn have call a clan meeting, and give the cats of Summerclan a choice: preserve their peace and negotiate with PI at the cost of their friendship with Springclan, or support Springclan and risk being the next victim of a raid. The decision is up to the entire clan. Ratstar stood solemnly atop the Garden Hill, patiently waiting for the clan to gather below and the dull roar of uneasy murmurs to finally die down. They were all nervous, scared even. No cat could've predicted such blatantly unwarranted attacks on Swiftclan or Springclan. The reports from the Summerclan Apprentices who were there at the time shook him to his core; he might've expected this level of brutality from the gangs of the twolegplace, never other clans and groups that he'd be dealing with for the rest of his leadership. He'd obviously heard the stories about Sunclan and Primal Instinct before, but to see it play out before his single eye...He was snapped out of the dark fog of his thoughts by a movement just in his peripheral vision, his Deputy Dawnmemories signaling that everyone had taken their places. Now, all eyes were on him.
"Cats of Summerclan," he meowed, forcing himself to stand as tall and confident as he could. "You've all no doubt heard 'bout the attacks against Swiftclan and Springclan - these clans are our neighbors, and for many of ya, friends, possibly even family or loved ones. Many of ya want revenge, and believe me, I do too. But as our numbers currently stand, any sort'a physical retaliation against Sunclan or Primal Instinct is impossible. They are far stronger than we are, both in numbers and skill, and I will never lead my clan into a battle I don' believe we can win." Letting out a sigh, he glanced over towards the mountains towering in the distance behind him. "Unfortunately, Swiftclan's whereabouts aren't known, so there ain't much we can do there. Which leaves us with the issue at our paws today; how to deal with Springclan and Primal Instinct. After days o' discussing the matter with Dawnmemories and Graythorn, we have come down t' two possible courses of action, both with heavy possible consequences for all of us. For this reason, we have decided to leave the final decision to y'all; a clan vote for our next steps forward."
With a sweep of his tail, he gestured to Graythorn, sitting at the bottom of the hill on his right. "Our first option is to negotiate a peace with Primal Instinct; hunting land, food, whatever it takes t' ensure that we'll never be on the receiving end of one o' these raids. Y'all might think this is extreme, but let me remind ya that the League don' fight with honor like the clans do. If they attack us, they will immediately go for the kill - no mercy. However, knowing Thistlestar, taking this route will be seen as an inexcusable act of betrayal, and we will most likely lose all goodwill we had with Springclan...they might even become our enemy. If you believe that security and peace are worth losing Springclan's trust, take a seat to my right with Graythorn."
Next, the tabby tom turned and dipped his head to Dawnmemories, sitting parallel to the Medicine Cat on the leader's left. "Our other option is to provide support and aid to Springclan; give them food, herbs, and whatever else they may need to get them back on their paws. I believe that doin' so will result in a near-permanent alliance with our neighbor to the north, one of mutual cooperation, where we'll help each other whenever we need it. That kinda support would greatly benefit Summerclan...but also put us at greater risk of Primal Instinct's raids. If you believe our friendship with Springclan is worth that risk, sit to my left beside our Deputy."
Ratstar lifted his head, watching the sea of confused and shocked faces staring up at him. Even coming up with these two options had been extremely difficult for him, with risks that could very well backfire on his entire clan. That was why he was leaving the final decision up to them; they all should be able to have a choice. "Y'all are free to argue for whichever side ya pick, if ya want to. Peace or Friendship; whichever gets the majority will be Summerclan's future. Our future."
(Vote Counter - all cats other than kits are allowed to vote.)
Markedpelt frowned as he looked around, he didn't want to speak up first but he felt he should. "Well, do we really need to pick either or?" He asked. "What if we go talk to PI and try to figure out what they're after, while still helping SpringClan. I don't see how us offering our help to SpringClan would incite violence against us."
Turtlesplash shuffled his paws uncomfortably the one eyed tom's ears lowered as he tried to make himself small. Primal Instinct was something that frightened him to his core and he didn't want to think about them. And he especially didn't want to think about her.
His throat tightened as the memory came back to him, Frondpaw's limp body by the stream his eyeless head turned towards him, and the agony from the left side of his face. He remembered the blood covered golden she cat her blue eyes ice cold and focused holding the eye she'd clawed out of his skull.
Shivers ran through him as he remembered her attacking once before when he'd been in SummerClan.
But maybe this wasn't her... maybe this was someone else? He tried to console himself.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 13, 2020 14:40:08 GMT -5
Oceanheart felt a shiver run through at the words of the cats standing in front of her. Primal Instinct was one group she had the misfortune of dealing with when she was on her own and before she became a part of Summerclan. Their viciousness knows no bounds and it would not be out of the relm of possibility that a raid or attack could be in Summerclan's near future. As the grey tabby listened to the proposed ideas, she was immediately in favor of aiding Springclan in their time of need, as it was her nature to help. Oceanheart has always been a self-less she-cat, but she knows not everyone feels the same.
"Offering aid to Springclan won't necessarily guarantee an attack by Primal Instinct would it?" The concern for both Summerclan's safety and the state of their neighbors was evident in her tone as she spoke, her blue eyes moving upwards to glance at the trio. "They could still attack us anyway, peace talk and all. They are not know for keeping their word."
Sootstep didn't hesitate or wait for the other cats to stop discussing; he went straight over to sit in front of Dawnmemories and look her solemnly in the eye. There was no way he would give any of their lands to the League.
"Even if helping SpringClan doesn't make the League more incline to attack us," Condorstrike reasoned, "it won't stop them either. I don't like the idea of giving anything to that group either, but if it keeps us safe... We can't survive an attack from them." The brown tabby hesitated, then moved toward Graythorn.
Ragingspire was torn. He looked between the two groups. "With SpringClan at our side, are we strong enough to fight them off?" he wondered.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 13, 2020 18:58:49 GMT -5
Dustfeather waved his tail wildly. "I say we fight for what is ours and help SpringClan. We would look like a bunch of mouse-hearts if we tried to talk our way out of it." He went over to Dawnmemories and sat down.
"We wouldn't look like mouse-hearts if we tried to keep the peace," Dustfeather's sister, Gentlebreeze, softly meowed. "It's sensible to try to stop unnecessary bloodshed." She went over and sat next to her son, Graythorn.
"I'm not afraid to fight," Cutthroat meowed as he went over to the deputy's side. "Neither am I," Crimsonlife added as he too went over to Dawnmemories.
Pantherclaw looked very stressed. She didn't know what to choose so she stayed put right where she sat with head hanging down, staring at the ground.
Ashensnow and Bonefang both rose to their paws without speaking and moved over to the deputy's side and sat down.
"I'm not saying we should be afraid to fight," Markedpelt insisted. "But do we know why the league attacked? If they're attacking because they're hungry perhaps going in and talking to them could prove beneficial for all parties."
Turtlesplash's ears flattened. "Unlikely," He rose shakily to his paws. "Some of you might not remember... but last leaf-fall we were attacked by a Golden she cat from the league." He said voice shaky but loud. "She was the one who stole my eye," He gestured movement shaky and slow, "And she killed my friend in WaterClan, and several cats when she hit SummerClan last leaf fall. The league is home to many monsters... and sometimes they don't attack because they're hungry, or because they need anything. They attack because they want to cause harm and spill blood."
His ears drooped. "I don't want to go fight them... but it's better we join forces with SpringClan so if the league should set it's sights on us again for whatever reason, we know we can call on them for help."
Thistlepaw immediately walked over to Dawnmemories. She had been in SpringClan during the raid and it had shook her to her core. Right when she was making friends, cats had come in and committed murder right before her very eyes. It should have made her want peace with PI but she wouldn't turn her back on those cats who she had seen ripped apart in front of her. They needed help and she wanted to go back and offer all she could.
The scar on Poppymask's shoulder ached as she remembered Funk's claws tearing through her flesh back when she was still an apprentice. To this day no one knew the truth of that wound. She'd told everyone that it was a training accident. But, as the memories came back, so did the fire she felt back then, the angriest she'd ever been in her entire life, "Everyone knows that I'm a pacifist. There's not point in fighting, ever," Her shrill voice rang out loud and clear, "But those League cats are bullies and I will have nothing to do with them! We should side with SpringClan." She padded over to Dawnmemories's side.
Wispypaw had returned to SummerClan after the SwiftClan raid with a twisted ankle and a heavy heart. She had not spoken about her experience to any of her clanmates. Without a word, she quietly padded over to Graythorn's side, limping slightly.
"Can't we just do... nothing?" Alabasterpaw just couldn't pick a side. Either option would guarantee and enemy and he'd rather stay neutral, "There's no guarantee that they will target us next..."
Ratstar was unusually silent from where he sat on the hill, tail swinging back and forth with interest as he watched his clan discuss the decision. As much as he wanted to say something and answer questions, Graythorn had warned him beforehand that his personal opinion could possibly influence his clanmates, making the vote pointless. However, he did show visible surprise when Poppymask spoke. He had never heard the she-cat sound so...bitter and hurt before. His claws dug at the grass as he fought the immediate urge to get up and comfort her.
"Mousebrains, all of you..." Mudthistle muttered under her breath as she rose to her paws, head held high as the senior Redguard member padded over to stand beside Graythorn and Gentlebreeze - her adoptive father and grandmother. "I've seen a League cat fight before; they thrive on ambushing their opponents, and then go straight for the kill. This has nothing to do with being afraid to fight - it's about our chances of actually winning. I, for one, will not stand for pointless bloodshed. Funk E'tan might be ruthless, but I believe he can be reasoned with."
Littlecrest nodded approvingly at the Redguard's words, the elder walking over to the Medicine Cat. Glancing over, she noticed how upset Wispypaw looked, and bent down to give the apprentice a loving lick on the head. "It's alright, darling. Life isn't always pretty, but take those ugly parts and use them to make yourself stronger."
Largelight stared down at her paws, trying to fight back the tears that were pooling in the corners of her eyes. This was all so terrible...she had no idea where Demonicchicken was now, or if he was even alive... Why did cats have to fight and kill each other like this? Couldn't they all just get along? Taking a deep breath and gathering all of her courage, the well-known cowardly tabby walked over to the Deputy, nervously taking a seat next to Dustfeather. "I-I had friends in Swiftclan," she meekly admitted. "Now I don't know if they're okay...I know that I can't fight...but I want to. For them."
"Hear hear!" Seaparkleflash chirped as he bounded to the group around Dawnmemories. "Inaction is what led to the destruction of Waterclan. I'll never let that happen anywhere else!"
Grasspaw was standing next to Alabasterpaw, looking hesitantly between each side - his mother and great-grandmother on one, and his father and mentor on the other. He shifted awkwardly on his paws. "I'm not ready to pick either..." he murmured, exchanging a glance with his friend. "I-It's not that I don't want to fight! But aren't there any...other options we could choose from?"
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 14, 2020 18:22:55 GMT -5
When she was finished processing the pros and cons in her head, Oceanheart padded over to the group huddled around Dawnmemories. “If Primal Instinct wants to attack us, they will. No matter how much we try to reason with them, they are not cats of honor. If a fight is inevitable, it is better to have allies than enemies. Also, if we were in Springclan’s position I’m sure we would greatly appreciate the help and aid of our neighbors.” The grey tabby’s voice was clear and confident in her decision. She had not made any friends within her new Clan so the only thing that made her hesitate was her own moral code. It’s always better to have allies rather than enemies in times of war. It was a hard lesson she learned on her own.
"Thank you," Wispypaw was glad to be home, that was for sure. Trauma from her experience in SwiftrClan aside, it hadn't been long since her father, Windyhurricane, and most of her siblings decided to leave for WinterClan. Cats like Littlecrest were the reason why she had come home after the raid and stayed when the rest of her family left.
"If we have to pick, though..." Alabasterpaw said quietly, only for Grasspaw's ears, as his odd-eyes scanned the crowd, "I... I guess we should go with the majority, right? At this point, it's not like our votes matter much anyway."
Largelight stared down at her paws, trying to fight back the tears that were pooling in the corners of her eyes. This was all so terrible...she had no idea where Demonicchicken was now, or if he was even alive... Why did cats have to fight and kill each other like this? Couldn't they all just get along? Taking a deep breath and gathering all of her courage, the well-known cowardly tabby walked over to the Deputy, nervously taking a seat next to Dustfeather. "I-I had friends in Swiftclan," she meekly admitted. "Now I don't know if they're okay...I know that I can't fight...but I want to. For them."
Dustfeather's jaw dropped open when Largelight came over and sat next to him. Nothing much ever surprised this fierce tabby. He had been mentally categorizing his clanmates and guessing which way they might vote. When he had looked at her earlier, he had placed her with the 'soft-hearted' group without a second guess. But now with her decision, he realized he had misjudged her. "You do have a backbone," the gray tabby leaned over and whispered into Largelight's ear. "You're very brave to take a stand like this. You really impressed me."
Stonefang made his decision. He had seen enough death already in his life when he had lost most of his family to the floods that destroyed EarthClan. Silently he walked over to Graythorn's group and sat down.
Ravenmask, a Redguard member, had been on the fence not knowing which decision to make until he heard Mudthistle speak. Her words about pointless bloodshed had swayed his mind. "Mudthistle is right. Fighting this battle may be an effort of futility. Why risk our lives when a more peaceable solution might be reached?" He went over and sat with Graythorn's group.
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Post by neverstarstar on Aug 15, 2020 12:07:51 GMT -5
Dawnmemories had thus far been silent, a stoic look on her usually animated face. Only when Sootstep joined her did she break, giving him an affectionate and grateful nod. He was with her, not that she was surprised by his choice. But still, his presence made her relax slightly. The others debated around her but her decision had been made, Ratstar knew her belief on the matter and that was enough for her; she stayed silent.
Twisterpaw didn't like either option. He didn't like the sound of Primal Instinct and certainly didn't want to feel as though SummerClan were bowing to them. But he wasn't once to stand up either, certainly not with the intent to enter a battle. Nervously, as though his thoughts mattered, the tom joined Dawnmemories.
Sunfrog joined Graythorn with nothing but a huff, followed soon by Maizedusk and Mountainsky, "you can't ask the queens to stand for a battle," Mountainsky meowed offhandedly as she padded towards the medicine cat.
Cherrysky, newly named and eager to prove she wasn't just a garden keeper, joined Dawnmemories and Seasparkleflash, giving a friendly wave of her tail to the tom as she sat beside him. Bearpaw, already abnormally large for his age, soon joined the group. "Well said, Oceanheart," Cherrysky meowed, giving the other cat an approving look. "We can't control Primal Instinct, but it's important we prepare for the worst case scenario."
A scrawny old elder kept back from the rest, though he paced and kept casting glances at Ratstar. He said nothing, not believing his place was here. Who was he to cast a vote? Roachpelt hadn't been in SummerClan terribly long and had never been a warrior, he had no claim to opinion here. Still, seeing the cats around him stand up for their beliefs made him relieved, for a moment, that he'd joined this clan.
Edited Aug 15, 2020 12:12:36 GMT -5 By neverstarstar
Markedpelt glanced at the others, "No one has answered why we need to hard line one or the other, it's been a fair point. If Primal Instinct attacks randomly and without cause, then we should certainly not abandon SpringClan, however, is it really so wrong to reach out to Primal Instinct and ask to open discussion with them? We are assuming Primal Instinct has marked SpringClan an enemy, and I imagine SpringClan too would like an answer for this horrendous attack,"
"There will be no answer," Turtlesplash said quietly. "They offered no answer when I was attacked in WaterClan, they offered no answer when they struck again after I had joined SummerClan. Primal Instinct does as it likes. And if we abandon SpringClan we will be stuck facing them alone rather than together," The tom meowed moving to join Dawnmemories.
Largelight blinked in surprise at Dustfeather's words, her face flushing at the unexpected praise. This was the first time the strong tabby warrior had ever complimented her, and she felt herself standing a little bit straighter in pride beside the tom. "T-thank you, Dustfeather," she whispered back, smiling at him.
Ratstar glanced back and forth between each group as more and more cats chose a side...and then, after a few moments, the voting slowed into a standstill, with several clanmates remaining in the middle with Markedpelt, still relatively undecided. "We can't remain 'ere all day," he meowed, giving a small nod to Turtlesplash as the timid tom finally made his choice. "I'll give all those who have yet to vote a few more moments t' choose if they wanna. I ain't forcin' anybody t' vote if they'd rather not, but I'd like t' stress again how important this decision'll be on the path our clan takes in the future. Now's ya chance ta have a say."
Grasspaw audibly gulped at the announcement, his eyes darting between Graythorn and Dawnmemories, between his relatives on each side of the vote...it felt like everyone's eyes were on him... Taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves, the dark brown apprentice broke away from Alabasterpaw's side, and marched to stand beside his father Crimsonlife and mentor Sootstep on the Deputy's side.
Markedpelt sighed, the tabby toms ears flattening. He still felt like it shouldn't be a 'this or that' matter.
But he could see the sense the others were saying.
"I still feel like us reaching out to Primal Instinct for answers wouldn't be seen as a betrayal to SpringClan," He said at last with a sigh. "But if we must draw a hard line between reaching out to Primal Instinct, or maintaining a friendship with SpringClan, of course I will side with us staying with our friends." He said reluctantly moving over to join that group.
Post by GidgetGal on Sept 13, 2020 14:42:15 GMT -5
A moment of silence fell over the clan after Markedpelt hesitantly moved to stand beside the Deputy. A soft breeze blew across the camp as cats looked awkwardly between one another; it didn't seem like any other cats were going to step forward. After a few seconds pasted with no movement, Ratstar let out a breath and glanced between the two groups, making eye contact with both his Medicine Cat and Deputy as he counted the number of cats on each side. Finally, the Summerclan leader bounded forward down the hill, coming to rest beside Dawnmemories and Graythorn. It was difficult to tell, but there seemed to be a relieved smile on his muzzle as he spoke.
"The vote is final: on t' morrow, we'll bring supplies down t' Springclan. Dawnmemories, Sootstep, an' Dustfeather'll lead huntin' patrols tonight to prepare. Graythorn and Thistlepaw'll lead some Garden Keepers t' Wildflower Meadow for herbs, moss, an water. An' Poppymask..." he paused as he turned towards her, a thought coming to mind. "Can lead some o' the apprentices in making flower crowns for Springclan's kits. I'm sure t' little ones need some cheer right 'bout now. We'll meet 'ere at sunrise an leave together. The Red Guard will be in charge while we're gone - have a constant watch o'er camp, and keep all patrols in the Deep Lands 'til we return."
