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Post by Kaeldra on Jan 23, 2023 3:17:52 GMT
Noctus || he/him || 37 moons
Noctus’ whiskers twitched with amusement as Prowl compared the Clan to a rogue group from Twolegplace. Good thing Shellspots hasn’t arrived yet to hear that. The tom didn’t seem to mean any ill intent by his comment, and in fact appeared quite interested, but such an analogy likely wouldn’t make her too happy.
Then Chrysanthemum voiced a very good question, and he nodded politely back at her.
“Yes, that’s another important part of Clan life,” he assured her. “Elders are honoured for the time they spent serving the Clan and are well taken care of.”
Or at least, they would be if we had any. While it would certainly make them feel more like a genuine Clan once there were elders to care for, Noctus was secretly a bit glad they didn’t have any such cats among their ranks just yet. There was already so much to do.
Before he had the chance to go on, Noctus saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to spot their leader making her way down to the riverbank, Bluepaw on her heels.
“Ah, there’s Shellspots. She’ll be much better at answering any questions you may have,” he admitted, watching as she flicked her tail in a quick greeting before slipping into the water and paddling over to meet them.
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Post by Solaris on Feb 5, 2023 0:45:49 GMT
Flower 1, 2021 | Zesha KaeldraWhen the conversation approached to the topic of elders, Prowl lost interest, and found his gaze wandering around to the scenery. However, the flash of color caught his eye, and he saw a pair of cats padding down to the riverbank. No doubt that must be the leader he and Chrys were waiting for.
He waited as patiently as he could for the silver tabby to cross the river, dipping his head in a polite, formal greeting. No need to make more enemies if he could help out. “You must be Shellspots? My name is Prowl.”
He nudged Chrys in the shoulder to let her introduce herself to the new cat.
“You see, my friend and I were intrigued by your clan.”
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Post by Zesha on Feb 26, 2023 2:50:32 GMT
chrysanthemum • she/her • 31 moons • loner • bioChrys didn’t miss Notcus’ twitching whiskers, and wondered just how different Clan life was from the rogue groups that inhabited Twolegplace. She wasn’t quite sure that’s what they wanted to be compared to, though. At least Noctus didn’t seem insulted by it. She nodded as he told her about elders, though she doubted there were any within the Clan as of yet. From the way Prowl talked, the Clan was still fairly new. A new Clan of cats like this would want strong adults and maybe a pawful of younger cats to bulk out the ranks first. Her head turned as a movement caught her attention, and the pelt of a silver spotted she-cat came into view with the Siamese youngster behind her. Ah, she thought. This is their leader then.When Prowl nudged her, she dipped her head and said, ”I’m Chrysanthemum, but you can call me Chrys.”She allowed Prowl to tell her that they were here to join the Clan. Excitement tingled in her paws at the thought of joining so many other cats. This would be the most cats she had ever been around at once that she could remember.
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Post by Kaeldra on Mar 8, 2023 5:54:58 GMT
Noctus || he/him || 37 moons
Noctus watched quietly as Shellspots approached, returning the polite greeting of the two newcomers.
“Hello Prowl, Chrys. It’s lovely to meet you both.” She dipped her head to each of them in turn as she spoke. Her fur was soaked through from her quick swim, but Noctus noticed how the way she carried herself offset the awkward effect. Poor Bluepaw didn’t have the same luck, and her fur clung to her small frame, making her appear even smaller than she already was. With the strangers’ focus shifted to Shellspots, Noctus took the opportunity to pad over to his daughter and gave her a couple of soft licks on her forehead.
The silver tabby’s eyes were alight at the prospect of interest in her Clan, but otherwise she kept the excitement that Noctus knew must be simmering underneath in check.
“I would be happy to answer any questions you may have about RiverClan. I understand that groups like ours have not been the norm in this area for a long time. It’s my goal to change that,” she explained, tail tip flicking absently this way and that. Otherwise she was completely still. Noctus noticed her eyeing Prowl in particular as she spoke. He could understand why; the tom had a tough, no-nonsense air about him, and he guessed she thought he would make a valuable Clanmate.
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Post by Solaris on Mar 13, 2023 3:43:26 GMT
Flower 1, 2021 | Zesha Kaeldra Prowl had been silently assessing Shellspots, noting her body language, her tone of voice, and the words she chose when she spoke. He had come across many leader-types in his time in Twolegplace. Fools who ran their mouths too much and were found the next day, tossed aside to an unwanted alleyway, a pool of darkness lying beneath their lifeless bodies. What he saw in Shellspots, he found dignity. Respect. A leader who wielded power wisely, not brashly.
“I’ve only heard fairy tales about the clans,” he admitted. He gestured to the rest of the cats in the vicinity. “Who hasn’t? But to see a clan for myself… How fascinating. What motivated you to start a clan? From my understanding, it has been a long time since a forest has seen a clan. Why now of all times?”
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Post by Zesha on Apr 3, 2023 4:10:58 GMT
chrysanthemum • she/her • 31 moons • loner • bioChrys took in how Shellspots spoke and carried herself. She was polite, cordial even, but she held an aura that lead her to feel respect for the other she-cat. Chrys couldn’t put her paw on what exactly it was in this silver she-cat that made her feel this way. Her eyes momentarily left the leader of RiverClan to focus on Noctus, who had moved to wash his poor drenched daughter. It was nice to see that a father would take care of his own kin that way; it reminded her a lot of how her father Zinc had treated her and her littermates growing up, with love and care. Her attention returned to Shellspots and Prowl, and she began listening to what Prowl was saying. She nodded her head to show she, too, had heard tales of the Clans, but they had been but fairy tales told to young kits. She had nothing to add to what Prowl had said, and instead kept quiet, leaning forward to hear what the silver she-cat would have to say.
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Post by Kaeldra on Apr 9, 2023 3:05:04 GMT
Noctus || he/him || 37 moons
Just as Shellspots was assessing Prowl, Noctus could see the dark tom appraising her right back. Had the ambitious she-cat met her match? He supposed only time would tell.
At Prowl’s comment, Noctus nodded. He too had heard many kit-tales of the Clans, even passing them on to his own kits once that was possible. Never had he expected them to become real, though. He had always thought Lilypaw and Bluepaw’s dreams of being warriors someday were destined to be crushed, but here they were on the path to it.
He felt Chrys’ eyes on him, and looked up from Bluepaw to meet her gaze. The black tom sent a friendly smile her way; she seemed like a kind she-cat, and he knew Shellspots could be a bit overwhelming at first meet. Then the silver tabby began speaking, drawing his attention back to her.
“It was my mother’s dream, which in turn became mine,” Shellspots said simply. They’d all heard the story, of course, but it looked like they would get to hear it again. “My family is descended from the original Clans, however long ago their reign was, and so it was only a matter of time. I am just lucky enough that I was able to achieve success where my predecessors did not. I am grateful that my kits will have the benefit of growing up and starting their own families with the support of a Clan.” She paused, letting her words sink in, before adding, “Surely you both understand wanting to keep family safe.”
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Post by Solaris on Apr 9, 2023 4:03:49 GMT
Flower 1, 2021 | Zesha Kaeldra “Surely it must be more than luck that brought you success,” remarked Prowl. “You command your cats with a degree of grace I have never seen. You must have been born a leader.”
So a descendant of the original clans stood before him? He raised a brow, ears piquing with a new and vested interest. Now there was a story, wasn’t there? And for a world where no clan cat had roamed for seasons, to see one pop back out from the rubble of an old age… He was impressed. He nodded his approval to her words, more than his agreement with Shellspots’s statement on “family”.
“Of course, I can understand that. You have very admirable motivations for wanting to continue your mother’s dream for rebuilding,” he said, smiling widely. The lie slid out as smooth as stone. Prowl was the last cat to talk about family. He could care less for bloodlines or familial loyalties; he knew too many cats who died because they held too tightly to their kin. For most cats he met, their families were weaknesses to be exploited, collateral to be expended. He could see the same in Shellspots, but he also saw a strength there, not a weakness.
Maybe things would be different in the forest. The cats seemed a lot softer and cleaner here than from twolegplace. The accusations of kittypets rose to the forefront of his mind, and he wouldn’t put it past them to believe that they were housecats roleplaying as wildcats. But thus far, he was liking this Shellspots. She was a respectable leader, he could tell already.
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Post by Zesha on Apr 10, 2023 0:45:06 GMT
chrysanthemum • she/her • 31 moons • loner • bioChrys had to agree with Prowl. Shellspots had a commanding presence, but she moved and spoke with grace. “It is admirable that you managed to fulfill your mother’s dream,” she said. The fact that she had been from the original Clans was surprising. From what she had been told, it had been many, many moons since the last Clan cat walked this earth. Her family must have told the stories for season upon season for it to have reached this far into the future, to once again become a Clan. Her ears perked up at the words of keeping family safe. She knew it well. She had left her own family because her mother had gotten pregnant again and the park where they were living couldn’t support all of them. Had it been able to, she would still be there, helping to raise her siblings. “Absolutely,” she said. “Family is important.” She felt a twinge of homesickness, but she knew she couldn’t go back. She also knew she had no place with Tulip in her twoleg nest or with Hyacinth and his girlfriend Penny. Maureen was gone now, so she couldn’t go back and stay around her twoleg nest, either. It felt like all of her family and friends had been taken from her, but she was determined to make more. Maybe this Clan was just what she needed. Shellspots seemed to understand the importance of family ties better than any other cat she had met.
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Post by Kaeldra on Apr 17, 2023 4:12:01 GMT
Noctus || he/him || 37 moons
Well, Prowl certainly knew what he was doing. Noctus watched as Shellspots preened under the praise of the two cats, and he had to refrain from rolling his eyes. They’d be part of the Clan in no time, the way they were stroking her ego.
“You’re too kind,” she said with a smile. “It hasn’t been easy, but it is incredibly rewarding to see the Clan come to life under my guidance.”
Noctus had to admit she had a point; while Clan life was demanding, it felt good to have purpose. They were all working toward a common goal and building a community while doing so.
“We’re always happy to have new Clanmates, of course,” Shellspots added, and Noctus smiled wryly. There it was. “You two would be more than welcome to come take a look at the camp if you’d like to see it for yourselves.” She stood, gesturing to the river with her tail. “Shall we? There are some stepping stones further downstream if you’re not quite comfortable with the idea of swimming just yet.”
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Post by Solaris on Apr 20, 2023 0:48:32 GMT
Flower 1, 2021 | Zesha Kaeldra “Thank you, Shellspots. I should like to see your camp.”
Noticing the stepping stones across the river, Prowl headed down the natural bridge, nearly brushing shoulders with Noctus. The gesture wasn’t a slight against him, but a test of his aptitude, if he would be wary of Prowl’s intentions or if he would welcome without question, as well as a test of RiverClan. Some groups were particularly touchy about any indication of challenge or confrontation. Such groups, those who jumped to fight at the first sight of conflict, were often led by insecure leaders, which were then modeled by its subordinates.
An insecure group was a weak one. Though, considering the lack of groups in the area, compared to twolegplace, perhaps a weak group would not be as costly for survival. RiverClan was the only organized group thus far, and organization and community was crucial to one’s survivability. And with this vacancy of a strong force in the forest, Prowl could perhaps take its place…
He waited by the stones for Chrys, not forgetting the new companion he made over the course of the day. He smiled wryly, head tilting just to the side. “I take it you don’t know how to swim either? I suppose we’ll both have to cross the stepping stones together.”
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Post by Zesha on Jun 24, 2023 23:36:15 GMT
chrysanthemum • she/her • 31 moons • loner • bioChrys perked up her ears at the mention of a camp, and she turned to look at Prowl. He said exactly what she was thinking; that he’d like to see the camp. She nodded along and mewed, “I would like to come as well.” That was probably a surprise to no one at all. She gazed over at the stepping stones, padding along slightly behind Prowl. It was apparent which of them was more of a leader. Chrys had always been more of a follower, though she was still perfectly capable of thinking for herself. She noticed Prowl nearly brush shoulders with Noctus and wondered what exactly the gesture meant if it had meant anything. She hadn’t been around him long enough to really get a grip on how he determined things in his head. When they reached the edge of the river and the beginning of the stepping stones, she gave him a sheepish smile. “I’ve never needed to swim where I lived, so I don’t know how.” She glanced down at the stones, the river rippling around them. It was definitely a defensible spot on the island, seeing as most cats either didn’t know how to swim or refused to get wet. And while the stepping stones offered them safe passage, she knew one wrong paw placement would land them in the river. “Would you like to go first or shall I?” she asked. It would make sense for Prowl to go first since he had been leading them thus far, but she also half hoped to go first so that if she fell there was a slight chance Prowl could grab her before she got flushed down the river. Though, she supposed it would more than likely be one of the RiverClan cats that saved her if she did fall in. Of course, she could just be overthinking the whole thing.
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