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 the wolves in the walls, clan meeting
littlestar
 Posted: Jan 4 2018, 01:07 AM
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hardest of hearts

there is love in your body
but you can't get it out

The walk back to camp was steady, Littlestar not looking at or speaking to the loner that walked at his side. He may as well have been walking alone, though the large and imposing presence of Damianos did not allow him to even pretend that he was just simply returning from a walk. He supposed the patrol he had gone out with would have returned by now, judging by a quick glance at the sun. He hoped so, as that would make this whole ordeal easier. He wanted all his Clan to be present, to both save his breath from explaining later, but to also prevent incorrect rumors to spread if he was the one to initially give the information.

At the sight of the camp, his pace faltered just a moment before continuing, though his mind continued to race towards anxiety. What if this was wrong? What if, no matter how he framed it, he would lose the support of his Clan? He was already walking on thin ice by concealing the true nature of Hawkstar's death, but what if this pushed his luck too far? No, he couldn't worry like that. The benefits outweighed the risks, and he could only hope that the Clan would see that just as he did.

Now at the entrance of the camp, Littlestar glanced to the side to acknowledge the other male as they walked. "You will sit beside me." he said softly, casually, face impassive, "Please, try not to make a fool of yourself." With that, he stepped forward, taking a few bounding strides to settle himself on the end of the slide. While he typically gave meetings from the top of the slope, he wanted to be on his Clan's level for this, not seen as above. He nodded to the ground beside him for Damianos before turning to the clearing, eyes scanning the camp before taking a deep breath.

"AshClan! Please, come join me at the bottom of the High Slope. We have something to discuss." Not the traditional meeting call, but then again, he wasn't sure he would consider this a traditional meeting. Taking one last glance at Damianos, he settled back on his haunches, waiting for his Clan to arrive and for their initial reactions to begin.
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lionpaw
 Posted: Jan 4 2018, 01:45 AM
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Take me to your level,
show me the one i need the most
The large tom's stomach was tied in knots as he walked alongside Littlestar toward the very heart of AshClan territory. For moons he'd been waiting for this moment. For moons he'd been retraining his body after the battle with Lionwing, recovering from the injury the late AshClanner had inflicted. For so long it seemed he'd been waiting for this exact moment; the moment to finally get to Hawkclaw and exact the revenge he felt he was entitled to for the death of his own father. The only reason he was playing into this whole joining ceremony fiasco and agreeing to the ridiculous terms that Littlestar had set before him was for the chance to find the tom and take him down.

Damianos knew that once he found Hawkclaw he was probably not going to make it out of this camp alive. But that was fine with him, so long as he took Hawkclaw with him as well. The scarred tabby padded alongside the smaller tom, mind whirring with so many thoughts and anxieties that he didn't even notice the other male's absolute silence until his acerbic voice spoke up.

"You will sit ... fool of yourself."

The loner said nothing, simply returned the gaze that the biter leader sent his way. Once again Damianos was slightly curious as to how Littlestar treated his followers if his voice and eyes were as sharp and unforgiving as they had been during their first and second meeting. He was curious to see how the other cats would react to Littlestar and his leadership, but remindd himself that none of that mattered. He wouldn't be here for much longer. Once he found Hawkclaw, once the other cat was dead. Damianos would take whatever punishment came. He was prepared.

The tabby took a breath and then silently followed after the smaller tom into the clearing of AshClan's camp. His yellow-green eyes were immediately searching for any sight of the cat he was here for. Quietly, the loner took a seat beside Littlestar, just as he'd been instructed to do so. Until he got his chance to pounce, he would play nice and submit to whatever ridiculous customs that were in store for him. Damianos' gaze followed the movements of the other cats as hey emerged after hearing Littlestar's announcement, steeling himself for the scene ahead of them.

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rimefeather
 Posted: Jan 4 2018, 10:35 AM
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let's vanish tonight together
In many ways this should have been interesting - it wasn't every day that Littlestar, stickler that he was, wandered into camp with a total stranger - but Rimefeather wasn't particularly interested in the proceedings going on today. In fact, Rimefeather was rarely interested in any Clan proceedings beyond what it took for him to at least look like he cared. As a general rule, the more common something was the less it held his interest. The thing was, even this, as unheard of as it was, barely managed to hold his attention.

A quick scan of his leader and the stranger he'd brought was really all that Rimefeather gave the situation. It was all he really needed. Seeing as how neither Littlestar nor Mr. Stoic over there didn't have any fresh wounds there wouldn't be a threat to pay attention to and there was nothing in any of their postures or expressions that told Rimefeather that something big was about to happen. A loner joining up was far from earth-shattering to him. Particularly not when this guy seemed pretty boring.

Really the only thing this stranger had going for him was that he was mildly pretty. Not gorgeous like the slender warrior himself, but a more rugged sort of handsome that Rimefeather was sure someone would be into. But, the lack of reaction from him killed any immediate feelings that would've caused Rimefeather to share said hypothetical feelings. This guy was content to sit there and stare, scanning the crowd but being relatively unreactive and that just wouldn't do.

Far more interesting, however, was his Clan mates. From his spot towards the fringe of things, Rimefeather had prime location to watch everyone react to this. As boring as this was for him, he was not a fool enough to think that his Clanmates would reacted so indifferently to such a thing. There was sure to be displeasure of this situation and, at the very least, Rimefeather was curious to see how Littlestar would handle that particular aspect of this meeting.

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hogsnout
 Posted: Jan 4 2018, 10:50 AM
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I don't believe in the sun
Hogsnout was one of the first to arrive on the scene. Curious at their leader's unorthodox call, they eagerly made their way over to the slide and sat down, yellow eyes darting around the playground to take stock of the situation. It took them forty steps to get there, then twenty seconds of scanning their Clanmates before they landed on the cat before them. Without really thinking, Hogsnout was on their paws again. They took ten steps exactly closer to the stranger, placing themselves close enough to give the big cat a curious sniff.

They stared at him, tail wrapping around their paws as they tried to work out who he was. They weren't at all concerned about this appearing creepy or strange. They just...had questions and wanted answers. "How old is that scar?" was the first, sliding from their lips as unconsciously as their breath. They knew they were close enough to be heard yet they expected no answer, as evident in the way the next question came, readily and without hesitation, "Which direction did you come from?"

Hogsnout was not rules oriented in any way. They accepted this cat's presence immediately and wanted to know more. If this loner was a threat they'd be dealt with and, until then, Hogsnout was going to get as much information as possible before enough of the Clan arrived that Littlestar felt inclined to start.

just ignore them they're just very curious <3
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tigerpaw
 Posted: Jan 4 2018, 10:42 PM
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They won't be careful,
but i guess that you don't know me
Tigerpaw had spent much of the morning practicing the moves that Blackfire had shown him. Though he loathed being paired with the tortoiseshell she-cat, he was determined to learn all he could to prove how good he could be. How much potential he had. He wanted to be the best, wanted to do the best. Now, the striped tom was panting, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He'd ran all the way here, wanting to keep his speed up as well as the strength he was training his body to harbor. After running all the way here from the forest where he'd been training himself, Tigerpaw was exhausted.

Littlestar made his entrance to the camp, but that's not what caught the young cat's green gaze. A large tom was walking right after his leader, both looking slightly anxious, though Littlestar had that same expression he always had; one of stoic indifference. Tigerpaw's curiosity was immediately peaked, observing the pair from where he'd sat not far from the High Slope. The apprentice's eyes moved to see Rimefeather, the old fool, sitting on the fringes of the gathering cats following Littlestar's call.

Hogsnout approached the unknown tom and fired off questions; Tigerpaw rolled his eyes at the display. The young apprentice turned his head to seek out Frostflame and silently stood, moved to the white cat's side, and sat beside his grandfather. This meeting would be interesting.

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blackfire
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 02:39 PM
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Whatever

the scare

I'm first to be there

A silhouette cast in black and brindle had slinked into camp behind the energetically drained Tigerpaw and paused mid-step at the spectacle before it with a tail twitching and curious yellow eyes trying to study the scene before them. Blackfire had after that moment's glance broken off to the side and followed a path around the edge of the congregation of Ashclanners. When she came to a stop, the molly was exactly where she'd hoped to be, which was to be as close to Littlestar and his company as reasonably possible whilst remaining on the far edge of the group.

The cat Blackfire had to gaze upon that oozed unfamiliar smells into her nose looked like a monsterously sized creature in the shape of a feline, to be sure. It was something that took the molly a little bit by surprise, the sheer size of Damainos threatening to leave Blackfire in a tailspin of what-ifs on the question of whether this beefy tom tried something irrational. It was the up front curiosity of Hogsnout that gave Blackfire pause and time to let some of the anxiety she'd brought onto herself go. An inquisitive cat as forward as Hogsnout never failed to amuse Blackfire at least a little bit, the idea of risk at the expense of their curiosity going in one ear and out the other. All that said, the questions meant for Damainos left Blackfire chuckling for a couple moments before her attention gravitated onto Littlestar for a second time.

Ashclan's leader looked like a young tom who'd just been made an apprentice when comparing him in size alone to the behemoth he had in tow. With that, Blackfire had to admit to herself that the reason for Littlestar's unorthodox method of summoning his clan was both obvious as it was sat beside the leader and yet a total mystery as she'd yet to figure out why. But that was the whole point of the meeting, or at least Blackfire assumed such, that Littlestar would disclose why the bulky loner was stood before the entire clan like some trophy catch.
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pinewhisker
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 03:01 PM
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livin' here alone in this place
i think of you & i'm not afraid
The older tom had simply been enjoying the little sunlight they had left. The hunting patrol had gone well, but he couldn't seem to shake the cold from his pads. Now, he sat curled up in the camp, tail over his paws and nursing down a sparrow they had manage to track down. The tabby tom's ears did perk up on his head, amber eyes lifting to see his leader as he trudged into the camp, the smell of another cat lingering on his nose. A stranger. Pinewhisker twitched in ear in the direction, but remained rather indifferent until the call was given.

He finished his sparrow and ran his tongue over his paws, rubbing them over his muzzle to clear the mess. When Littlestar gave the call to gather, the senior warrior grumbled to himself, but rose to his paws, swishing his tail behind him. He stood back from the crowd, watching as his clan-mates took to the stranger. Hogsnout was quick and easy to scene. They took a seconds breath and was up on the stranger, beckoning the new tom with his nose and questions. Pinewhisker mentally rolled his eyes.

The older warrior took a seat off to the side. Not out of the sight of the two cat's, but not in the center group that was gossiping and asking questions either. From the side of his gaze, he saw Rimefeather scouting the scene, but too, keeping his distance. Pinewhisker was more interested in the reaction and reason for the stranger, but didn't really see a threat or need to jump into the conversation. He had had enough conversation and pleasant "curiousity" in his life, he preferred to watch at this point.

A couple more cats gathered and settled into the clearing, all eyes on the two toms that had just entered. Pinewhisker followed, lowering his haunches and wrapping his tail over his paws. His stern, amber eyes watched, emotionless, but attentive.

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littlestar
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 07:28 PM
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hardest of hearts

there is love in your body
but you can't get it out

Littlestar waited patiently as his Clan gathered around him, relieved that, at least for the moment, Damianos was keeping his mouth shut. Some of his Clanmates looked more curious than others, but so far, there were no outright hostile reactions, and Littlestar took that as a positive sign. Of course, that could all very easily change whenever he announced his marvelous plan to let the outsider join them, but he figured being optimistic wouldn't hurt. They were gathered around him now, some distant while some, like Hogsnout, were a little too close. Spouting off questions already, as though Littlestar was not in the middle of holding a meeting. Ignoring the jabbering cat, he turned to acknowledge the rest of the Clan.

"AshClan." His voice was softer now, compared to his previous call, but still held enough strength to reach all their ears, "I'm sure you have noticed that there's a stranger among us." A hard thing to miss, of course, considering Damianos's size and the fact that Littlestar had led him into the camp himself. He glanced over at Damianos, pausing a moment as he considered him, as though making a final decision on the other cat's fate before turning back to his Clanmates.

"He approached me three days ago with a desire to join us." Another pause, almost hesitating over his words. It was a delicate subject, but words were his ever favored weapon, and he selected them carefully. "A foolish wish, of course. But, I decided to grant his request." This is where it got tricky, a decision without consulting any others, a decision that directly impacted the Clan as a whole. "This is not something I would normally consider, but," his eyes slid back to Damianos now, "We seem to share a common enemy. Our friend here has had bad dealings with GlassClan, and wishes for revenge. Since his desires align with our own, it seemed to be an ideal match." The lie came quickly, easily. He had debated whether or not to go to such lengths, but it seemed to be the smoothest route possible to ensure agreement from his Clanmates. A tricky move, delicate, but he couldn't help the faint smile that touched his lips as he watched Damianos, remembering his previous advice to come up with a good story.

A test, again. Would he play the part to get what he wanted? Or would he compromise his position, giving Littlestar permission to direct his Clan's power and rage towards the lying outsider?

But the test would come in time, as his eyes shifted back to his Clan, passing over all his members to gather reactions before continuing. "He will train with us as an apprentice, to see if he can truly adapt to our ways. In time, perhaps he can become a valuable asset in our struggles with our neighbors." At this, he stopped, taking a deep breath, ready for any outbursts, any questions, any snide remarks. His Clan's reaction, while he knew could not change his mind, would certainly set the tone for the outsider's time among them.
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lionpaw
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 07:55 PM
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Take me to your level,
show me the one i need the most
Cats began to emerge at Littlestar's call, and the loner was slightly overwhelmed for an instant. He'd been wanting this for a while and he knew that AshClan had members and that it would be a difficult plan to pull off, but actually seeing them made the tom put on a face of impassiveness to mask his momentary lapse of emotion. Scared wasn't the right word, as he was all too prepared to lose his life once he took out Hawkclaw. He did not fear death. Seeing the cats, the trained members of the Clan emerge into the clearing of the camp was definitely imposing, though.

The very first thing to happen, to Damianos' surprise, was that he was almost immediately approached by an AshClanner. He'd expected them to be cautious, keep their distance, be skeptical. It was only natural. This strange tom, however, was clearly different. The brown tabby leaned back slightly, away from the flurry of questions, and glanced up at Littlestar as if silently asking is this normal? The question of his scar was an uncomfortable one; Damianos had two that were very noticeable. One on his flank, given by his brother when they were younger, and the one on his shoulder from Lionwing before his life was taken. Thankfully, he didn't have to answer because Littlestar spoke up, ignoring the outburst. Obviously this type of thing happened frequently. Noted.

"AshClan. I'm sure ... an ideal match."

The blatant lie surprised him, but he did not react. Did not look up at Littlestar, did not speak up to correct his words. He knew what the young cat was doing. Damianos had zero interaction at all with GlassClan other than a patrol threatening him if he wandered too close to their border. Littlestar was trying to play this off as though a loner joining them with bad relations with their enemy Clan would be beneficial in their war. Or... Whatever spat the two Clans had currently. Damianos silently cursed Littlestar, however, for putting him on the spot like that. He'd surely be approached later asking what the other Clan had done to him, and in order to keep his shaky position here he'd need to come up with a good story. It was a well played move.

"He will train ... with our neighbors."

Though the tom was doing a good job at keeping his face from giving anything away, he couldn't help the irritated twinge in his right eye at those words. Littlestar was all too smug to have him as a lesser rank, the rank of "six moon old kits," as the leader had put it before. His yellow-green eyes moved to that of a young cat sitting in the crowd, too old to be considered a kit but young enough that he surely wasn't a regular member. An apprentice. They were the same rank. He had to stifle the sigh. This would be insufferable.

Still, his eyes raked the gathered cats for the one he was out here for but saw no sign of Hawkclaw. Frustration was beginning to boil in his stomach, all of this paired with the fact that Hawkclaw wasn't even here. Where was he? Hopefully, whatever the reason, Damianos wouldn't have to put up with this much longer. He'd nearly had enough of Littlestar finding gleeful amusement in his own humiliation.

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hogsnout
 Posted: Jan 9 2018, 11:06 AM
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I don't believe in the sun
Hogsnout was ignored by just about everyone involved. This was by no means surprising to them - in fact it barely registered in their brain at all. What did register was this stranger's obvious discomfort with them. Their head cocked to the side, eyes locked on the strange addition to the Clan as they tried to process this. Surely this creature knew how generic conversation worked? Or did they not even speak the same language? That seemed- no that couldn't be it. Littlestar couldn't have known what he did if that were the case. Hog hummed thoughtfully, barely registering the announcement Littlestar was making. They did cease the questions they were asking as the leader spoke. At least they did until...

The stranger seemed to sigh, face twinging as his eyes scanned the crowd. Was he displeased with what he saw? Or was it just the whole apprentice bit? Surely Littlestar had made that clear beforehand. Hogsnout danced a little in place, indecisive, before they took a step forward, eyes still locked on the stranger. "Why the annoyance?" They ignored what their Clan was doing, uninterested in their varied reactions to this creature in the midsts, focused instead purely on the creature itself. So to speak, at least.

just ignore them they're just very curious <3
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tigerpaw
 Posted: Jan 9 2018, 07:50 PM
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They won't be careful,
but i guess that you don't know me
"AshClan. ... stranger among us."

"No shit," Tigerpaw muttered under his breath, hoping after a moment of thought that his grandfather hadn't heard it. So, it seemed like the loner really was here to join him. After Littlestar mentioned him being an asset against GlassClan, the apprentice couldn't disagree on that front. Whatever his name was (Littlestar nor the loner had introduced him, which was irritating), he was huge, and judging by the scars it was clear he was no stranger to fights. Was Littlestar looking for soldiers outside the borders now? Maybe it was an idea to find other cats to fight for them to lessen the amount of AshClan lives lost if they actually did end up fighting. Tigerpaw wasn't alive for the battle, but he'd heard plenty of stories about the war that had taken so many lives from both sides.

If that was what Littlestar was thinking, it was a harsh but smart move. Just as the leader stopped speaking, saying that the loner would train as an apprentice, Hogsnout spoke up again and Tigerpaw sighed, tail twitching in annoyance. For StarClan's sake, could they just not? He supposed the warrior was doing a good job at keeping the air a bit lighter, if not more frustrating. Despite the outburst, Tigerpaw had to wonder then, that if this big stranger was gonna train as an apprentice, whose apprentice would he be? Green eyes unconsciously shifted to Blackfire for half a second before looking back up at Littlestar. The tom didn't have a great track record with matching pairs, so he was curious for an answer.

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blackfire
 Posted: Jan 10 2018, 12:48 AM
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Whatever

the scare

I'm first to be there

Blackfire's yellow eyes continued to drift from Littlestar to the introduced loner beside him with an unflinchingly curious expression on her face. The molly's right ear laid on a horizontal flat, aimed directly to her flank whilst her noggin tilted slightly to the left. It was as if Blackfire's ears had taken the place of eyebrows, the right one posed to show just how engaged and inquisitive she'd become on the situation at hand.

Meanwhile, Hogsnout's apparent curiosity seemed to have override any sense at that moment lodged inside the cat's head. It beat Blackfire in a small fight to contain her amusement, failure occurred when chuckles took form as a singular white cloud in front of the molly in the crisp leafbare air. Though after a few moments Blackfire fell silent again and attempted to regain their previously unphased visage.

Now, was a bad encounter with Glassclan enough for Blackfire to trust the tom enough to trust him in entering Ashclan? Not by a long shot. She'd assumed Littlestar hadn't tried to at least educate the loner with a basic understanding of clan life, the warrior code or anything regarding customs and tradition, at least that was the theory since Ashclan's leader was making their new blood an apprentice despite looking more well traveled than the very cat making such a call to begin with. The entire situation dropped before the molly seemed to have a hidden motive shared by her leader and the loner being thrown into Ashclan. What it was, exactly, was impossible to say. On top of that, would Blackfire even want to know what their plan was? Probably not, she only wanted to fulfill her duty as a warrior and not get caught up in hidden agendas and cutthroat politics like what she thought she was viewing before her. The whole situation and the thoughts that flipped and flopped from one end of Blackfire's head to the other almost left the molly feeling a tad dizzy, at least until she remembered that the bulky tom sat next to Littlestar was going to be an apprentice. Oh, please don't let it be her, Blackfire kept praying in her mind. If Littlestar put a second, probably older apprentice on her, then she'd likely inexplicably combust. "Good grief..." The molly eventually muttered to no-one in particular, "This moon is one full of surprises."
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pinewhisker
 Posted: Jan 11 2018, 08:44 PM
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livin' here alone in this place
i think of you & i'm not afraid
As the leader spoke up again, his voice was much softer than it had been. Pinewhisker tilted his head, listening intently to what the tom was saying. His original disinterest was now peeking as he spoke about the strange, large cat that stood beside him. A first, his eyes revealed his skeptism, amber eyes scanning over the stranger and his scars, judging him simply on his appearance.

Littlestar was quick to dive into the rest of the story, seemingly quick to make sure that his clan didn't take the stranger or arrangement the wrong way and it seemed to work. Common enemy. Pinewhisker blinked and nodded slightly, a tiny gesture that was more to himself than anything. The group was quiet, but seemed to whisper among themselves, discussing the pros and cons of the situation. Well, all except Hogsnout. The cat was already bustling out more questions to the tom who had yet to be introduced.

The stranger had more patience than most of the warriors in Ashclan and Pinewhisker had to give him credit for that in the least. Littlestar continued on to say that this strange cat would be training as an apprentice and though he really didn't show anything, the older tom knew that there must be some kind of annoyance bubbling in the veins of this cat. Pinewhisker knew that it would be irritating to him as well.

His eyes then traveled to his clan-mates, watching the speaking to themselves and his gaze landed on Blackfire. The tortoieshell she cat seemed to mutter to herself about the whole situation and if her eyes happened to meet his, Pinewhisker shot an empathetic - understanding gaze. However, he didn't make any move to approach or start an actual conversation. Instead, once the look had passed, he brought his golden-gaze back up to the leader, awaiting an introduction of the tom next to him or dismissal of the meeting.

literally nothing but filler, but brief interaction with blackfire lmao
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juncothorn
 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 01:04 AM
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The crunch of snow followed Juncothorn up into camp, where he remained oblivious to the assembly brewing at the base of High Slope. The call of his brother, near the fence of a border, entertained him for much too long. The patrol that roamed nearby swiftly left upon what Juncothorn assumed was a customary check-up of the border. He had not the idea that it was, in fact, the leader and a visiting body that trotted back to camp. And as he stepped in, an explanation ready to jump from his tongue, he stopped to observe the mass of the clan observing the out-of-place loner. Chancing a glance at that loner, whoever he might be, was sturdy-looking tabby sat close to Littlestar. Juncothorn believed that no cat desired to question his lateness. Good, he thought, but who is that?

He sat close to the commotion, but too far away from his sons or even Poplarfang to inquire about the succession of events. What was evident was that an unknown, someone from the outside, successfully weaseled their way into AshClan. And the only way to justify the act was for... revenge? Juncothorn frowned, apprehensive with what the pointed leader had explained, for the idea of revenge would be the last reason anyone should let a stranger in. And merely of revenge? Merely because they share a common enemy? It resounded in his head, and suspicion soon plucked up. Another glance of consideration and he could see the leader's own minute hesitation to his words, almost like he was prepared for the inevitable onslaught of dissent. The grey tom stared between the two of them, finally able to fully see the tabby brute. A scar lined his shoulder clearly, and it only brought unnerve to Juncothorn. Perhaps the tom had something to give, but he wasn't helpless. He could seek his revenge through other means, surely? Not through the apparent and uncharacteristic laxness of their young leader and his decisions.

Moving closer now, he spoke a little time after Hogsnout, when no one else spoke. "Do you think revenge is enough to let an outsider in, Littlestar?" His tone remained steady, but a hint of a challenge linger at his words. He also spoke as if this loner was but a hypothetical, only to be entertained by amusing 'what if's' situations. He shared a swift glance at the large cat, but only expected an answer from their leader. Whatever answer that may be, Juncothorn would perhaps find himself displeased anyway.

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littlestar
 Posted: Jan 14 2018, 01:11 AM
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hardest of hearts

there is love in your body
but you can't get it out

Damianos did not even react to the small lie, and Littlestar could have frowned had he not been facing his Clan. He had almost wanted the other to respond in some way, but the other remained cool and calm, even doing a good job at ignoring Hogsnout's continued questions. The desire was odd feeling, especially when combined with the relief he felt that Damianos in fact didn't do anything. He still wasn't sure what he wanted from this outsider, which wasn't exactly the best mindset to have when trying to sell him to the Clan. It made it exciting, at least.

He kept his eyes moving about the camp, taking in reactions and responses. So far, no one looked too outraged. Blackfire and Pinewhisker looked a little uncertain (he wondered, briefly, if perhaps consulting Pinewhisker would have been a kind gesture), while others looked slightly annoyed or even bored. Hm. Well, it certainly could have been going worse. But then, sound from the entrance of camp, the arrival of Juncothorn, whom Littlestar supposed had been lingering on his own in the territory while the rest of the Clan was settled in camp. Better late than never, of course, but the older warrior arrived with challenging words, drawing the leader's attention fully onto him.

"I am not doing it solely for his desire of revenge, but for the benefit it could bring the Clan, Juncothorn." he replied patiently, with none of the venom that had been present when he had spoken to Damianos on the border, "Leaf-bare is hard for us, harder than it is for GlassClan." Their use of two-leg buildings helped with warmth, for both them and their prey. While neither Clan thrived in the cold weather, it was no secret that GlassClan was a bit better prepared in terms of territory. "Should they decide to strike when we are weakest," or at any point, for that matter, "I would hate to have lives lost because we turned away clearly capable claws and fangs. His need for revenge only makes him more likely to stay loyal to AshClan." It was a relatively good plan, if he could say so himself, considering he had only really just thought of it over the last few days. Still, he knew Juncothorn, and figured the tom was not likely to simply accept such an explanation. He would have to approach him later to try and quell any animosities.

"I will not say there are no risks." he added then, casting his eyes over the Clan again to show his words were now meant for them all, "Which is why, should this cat do anything that gives cause for suspicion, it is to be reported immediately. He will not be permitted to leave camp alone, or argue with the orders of any of you. I very wholeheartedly urge you to treat him as you would any new apprentice."

A deep breath then, eyes shutting for a moment before opening to look down at the outsider, who was still perched all too politely at his side. "And so." he meowed, the volume of his voice increasing just a bit, "With what I hope will be the acceptance of both AshClan as well as StarClan," ideally Nightstorm would keep him updated should there be any sudden doom-filled dreams, "You will no longer be known as Damianos. From this point on, until the time where you hopefully earn your warrior name, you will be known as Lionpaw."

He was thankful, in that moment, that he had never known Lionwing as an apprentice, and so the name did not hold as much sentimental value. He could not deny the suitability of the big cat of legend for the outsider before him. Whereas Lionwing had encompassed the grace and nobility of the namesake, Damianos clearly showed the aspects of raw strength and power. Two sides of the same coin.

"As for your mentor," The leader let his yes sweep over the camp as though considering his warriors before focusing finally on Lionpaw before him, a smile tugging at his lips, "Well, that shall be me. Your success or failure will be my own responsibility. Let us hope you don't disappoint."
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