☾ ShadowClan ☾ The Wily and Proud |☾ ☼ ϟ ≈ ☁|

((I don't know haha. I think I'm in a place where I could come back more often and take some of my characters back, but don't want to overpromise and underdeliver lol. You can keep her for now!))

((I think I'm at a place where I could be back semi-often, but I don't want to promise something and take characters back just to have them redistributed...I also do not want to take Wind from Willow, so I don't really know what to do there haha. There are a few I might like back, but I think I need at least a few days to see if I actually can come back as often as I think I can.))

"Psst! Vipertooth, over here!" Crystalsight whispered over to the other she-cat. The young warrior's sharp eyes had caught onto the she-cat's paw a few moments ago, and she couldn't help but want to try and help. Even so, she was quiet enough to not interrupt Cedarstar's call for a Clan meeting. She patted the ground with her paw to invite her over, having no tail to use to motion. A few paces over, Honeycrest had kept his eyes trained so intently on the medicine den, that he didn't even notice his sister calling Vipertooth over.

You will be alright, Whorlpaw. Honeycrest thought firmly to himself, though he was unable to stop the wave of heaviness he felt for the she-cat's plight. His former disdain of her in his early apprenticeship had long since faded, leaving behind a sense of concern and even... care, for her. He wasn't used to this kind of emotion, but he couldn't help but want to see her happy again. It was wrong, to see Whorlpaw so downtrodden.

(Not yet! I think Moon will be on tonight to finish!)

"You've got a problem with your paw, right?" The speckled she-cat mewed simply, her eyes flicking right to Vipertooth's paw. She nodded once. "I know Snowdance just had Spiderbite in her den, and you can definitely get it looked at after the meeting, I can try and see if there's anything in there I can pull out." She offered, knowing her sharp eyesight was her greatest strength. It made her as skilled of a hunter as her father, and extremely keen to small things. 

Vipertooth nodded. “I was out with Burninghope and Hazelblaze, burying crowfoot and I hurt my claw somehow. It’s swollen and warm.” She explained, holding out her paw for the other cat to inspect.

Fuzzypaw blinked warmly at Lightpaw. She'd be nervous to speak up in front of the whole Clan like that, but Lightpaw was so unapologetic. It was incredible.

Oakfall smiled softly at the young she-cat's words. She'd be an incredible warrior someday.

Cedarstar flicked his ear twice as Lightpaw spoke out. He didn't scold her. He wanted everyone to feel they had a voice, and he hoped her words rang true to the Clan. Yet, in his exhaustion, he felt a cold creep of shadows in his mind. He doubted Lightpaw's words would be any consolation to Ratmask or Cherryvine. Cedarstar allowed himself to look up at the sky. The cool of night was beginning it's grasp upon the forest. If bravery is all it takes to become a star, he thought with a pang in his chest. Then why are my dreams so lonely? The cat from his visions. He didn't know who it was, but Cedarstar was starting to piece together the puzzle. A mentor with two apprentices died a brave warrior's death, and was punished to wander darkness because of it. He stood up and shook out his pelt to shake the thoughts from his head. He didn't want to think about the visions and dreams. Not since he couldn't get answers from StarClan. 

"Lightpaw's right." 

Closesky's words focused Cedarstar back on the Clan, the elder was sitting outside the elder's den with a gentle smile on his face. "StarClan would honor Stormfury and Moonpetal for their dedication to our Clan. They can rest in peace knowing their lives meant something." The elder nodded to Lightpaw. "Well said, young one." 

Cedarstar watched his father and his gaze drifted back to Lightpaw. He believed that Stormfury and Moonpetal were with StarClan, but why did he feel so hollow? It feels like StarClan's abandoning us. With prey maulers at the moonstone, visions, prophecies and disasters, he feared ShadowClan was against the odds. He didn't like feeling abandoned. "We'll hold vigil tonight." Cedarstar's words had the blunt taste of dismissal. He jumped down from Clan Rock. 

Ashrock had been making his way through the crowd to try and scoot closer to Stonesong, but the way Cedarstar didn't acknowledge what Lightpaw or Closesky said had him pausing. Cedarstar always acknowledged at least Closesky. He had too much adoration for their father not to. That was odd, he thought, but he brushed it off as Cedarstar's exhaustion getting to him.

Longpaw sat in a corner of the camp by himself when the meeting was called. He was surprised by his sister. He didnt' expect her to speak up. Yet, he was even more surprised she had been heard and by Closesky no less! It made his pelt bristle. He didn't think he or his sister were special enough to get recognized by the Clan, but maybe it was just him? 

Ratmask still laid in his nest, brooding and grieving his sister's death.

((Sorry on my phone))

Cloudscar had turned to reply to Falcontalon, but his response was cut short by Lightpaw’s outburst. The tom’s gaze snapped to the ground and despite his best efforts he was unable to stop his front paws from trembling slightly. His thoughts whirled as a sense of guilt settled in his chest. He glanced over at Stormfury, unsure of whether he should sit vigil or not.

Cherryvine raised her tail to Cloudscar as the meeting dispersed. "Cloudscar, come sit with me. He looked up to you greatly as his first mentor here." she mewed trying to make her voice even. "Thank you for making him feel welcome." 

Lightpaw blinked owlishly at Closesky, though her eyes brightened when she realized that he was agreeing with her. It made her feel warm and fuzzy, not used to being recognized by most of the Clan. She lifted her chin a bit, tail tapping with quiet anticipation as she felt as light as a cloud.

Watching Cedarstar leap down from the rock, Cardinalblaze was somewhat startled by the tom's abrupt response to Closesky's addition to Lightpaw's words. Frankly, the deputy had never known his mentor and leader to ever respond to his father's words in such a way. Suddenly feeling a twinge of unease, the deputy cleared his throat and watched the cats around him as the meeting ended. He called out once.

"I'll have tomorrow's patrols sent out on time, in the morning. If you know you'll prefer a morning patrol over an evening one, make sure you get some sleep after you pay your respects." He reminded, trying his best not to topple over his paws. Now all the exhaustion and weight of the past two days was finally hitting the deputy full force. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay up all night, and he needed to be at his best tomorrow for more recovery and planning for the Clan battle training. First thing tomorrow, he would speak with Closesky after patrols were sent out. Holding back his yawn, he padded towards the Warrior's den, trusting the Clan to be steadfast for the night's vigil without him there to monitor it.

Duskpaw stood, touching her nose to Whorlpaw's shoulder, "I'll come sit with you."

Starrylight nodded, "I will stay and watch over Palepaw, Cedarstar after you sit at the vigil you need to rest. You look like you could fall asleep on your paws." she scolded gently.

Raccoonmask struggled to her paws as Cedarstar appeared and announced the start of the vigil. She had to go pay her respects to Stormfury, he was the reason she was alive after all.

Lightpaw turned quickly as she noticed Raccoonmask leaving the medicine den. Her eyes widened with relief as she opened her jaws in readiness to call for her. She stopped though as soon as she saw her hobbling over towards Stormfury's body. Oh. Lightpaw felt her ears fall in understanding as she realized her mentor wanted to say good-bye. She watched quietly, not liking the sadness that radiated from the sick she-cat.

"Your sacrifices won't be forgotten. Your strength and dedication was a blessing to Shadowclan." Spiderfang rumbled as she rested a simply touch of her muzzle to Stormfury's head, and glanced out of camp as though nodding to wherever Moonpetal last was. It made her stomach twist with rage, knowing Moonpetal wouldn't even get to be brought home, thanks to those wretched prey-maulers. She could only imagine how much this would destroy Ratmask.

Waspflame silently and respectfully dipped his head to Stormfury's body, before he opted to keep his vigil short so he could attend to early duties tomorrow.

Goldberry closed his eyes, silently observing from afar. He opened them again, deciding not to take up space in the face of death. He turned, stalking silently towards the Warrior's Den in hopes of some kind of sleep after such a strenuous few days. He knew he'd be needed for hunting, so he wanted to be rested.