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Mar 3, 2014 21:18:23 GMT -6
Post by Lionstar on Mar 3, 2014 21:18:23 GMT -6
ermehgerd all the posting templates here lololol
LIONSTAR
ugh I have to go hunt them down around the site lolol
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LIONSTAR
ugh I have to go hunt them down around the site lolol
1. (ew ugh it's so old ugh)
Snowinglight, the aggressive WindClan deputy, was going to be of no help to Lionstar, he knew, unless he wanted some kind of war with WindClan -- but no, not yet, that was not something he wanted. It could be, potentially, in the future, for whatever reason (perhaps for the prey, but it was harder to hunt on WindClan's territory than it would be on, say, ShadowClan's, although there was that one quasi-contested strip, much like Sunningrocks in the Forest Territories -- but nay, nay, Lionstar did not want conflict yet). There were more important things, such as Froststar's mysterious disappearance and Tigerstar's promotion to leader. Lionstar was certain that Snowinglight had nothing to do with Froststar: there was too much at risk for her if she ever did, being a clearly insecure former kittypet, and, more importantly, she was too dull to come up with such a vanishing act (even if it were murder). Then again, Lionstar had some experience with leaders disappearing and needing to be found again; after all, he wouldn't have his nine eight lives without having done that digging himself.
Lionstar flicked his fluffy dark tail tip and was mentally preparing his response to Snowinglight's aggressive announcement when the young apprentice stepped in enthusiastically. He turned his blue-green gaze to her and twitched his whiskers, mostly with fascination, but it certainly could look like a friendly gesture. Briefly, to Snowinglight, Lionstar spoke. "Congratulations, Snowinglight. I had heard, but, you're right, I hadn't had a chance to speak to you in person, to personally offer my congratulations. I look forward to working with you and Tigerstar and always improving ThunderClan-WindClan relations, to make the best situations for both of our Clans." A political answer, polite, courteous, friendly enough to pass as overly friendly for Lionstar but not so friendly that he was making deception obvious. Mostly, he was attracted to the mystery around this apprentice, and he was intrigued -- so she was Froststar's daughter, something Lionstar didn't even know the previous WindClan leader had, and was named after him and had no knowledge of where he was now. Alright. He could work with that.
Lionstar dipped his head very slightly to the two WindClan cats. "A pleasure to meet you, Frostpaw. I did know your father; he was a very noble cat, and wise. He always strove to achieve the best for his Clan and all the Clans." Lionstar purposefully omitted the parts of history during which ThunderClan and WindClan had serious tensions that could have blown up into full-out war, enough of which had occurred under Froststar's leadership. When Lionstar became leader, he worked with Froststar to try to dismantle the tensions. "You should be very proud of your namesake, young Frostpaw." Turning to Snowinglight, Lionstar perked his ears and inquired pleasantly, "Snowinglight, you are deputy. Perhaps Tigerstar has informed you of Froststar? Was it illness? I wish to tell my Clan so we might prepare for the next Gathering; I plan to mourn for him." Lionstar did not expect the suspicious white she-cat to give him any information, but it seemed an apt way to let them know that he did not have the knowledge he wished to have, that he was being friendly, good, all those things. Mostly, he wanted to gain Frostpaw's trust so that he could use her to find out Froststar's whereabouts. If he died of age -- unlikely, as he was not that old -- or illness or accident, then that was one story, but if he was run off or murdered, then that was another story, and that could pose a threat to Lionstar or ThunderClan, or both.
Of course, Lionstar did not expect Snowinglight to think it prudent to tell an "enemy" Clan leader of the ending of her own Clan's leader, or to show that she knew nothing -- if she did know nothing -- because of exposing her Clan's weaknesses and so forth. Fortunately, her answer would tell him a lot more than she would probably mean it to, no matter what she said. (Was Lionstar proud in matters of conversation and information-gathering? Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.) So, in the end, whatever happened next would almost certainly exceed his expectations, at least from Snowinglight. Lionstar had few expectations from the young apprentice except that she seemed energetic and eager for any knowledge of her father. She didn't know what happened, Snowinglight was a mystery... Truthfully, the most reliable source of information would probably be Tigerstar; after all, their close friendship was no secret, and now that ginger tabby tom was the leader, replacing his friend. Was he doing him a favor, helping him flee for whatever reason? It could not be matters of family or the heart because here was his daughter, so full of love for him, and Froststar did not seem like the sort of cat to bring a secret kit into his Clan and then abandon her. Was it from fear? Did he have a prophecy? A quest? New territories? A new Clan, another BloodClan? Twoleg invasion? Or was he dead? Lionstar's mind was racing, though his face was nearly frozen in its mask of kindness and pleasant interest.
Lionstar flicked his fluffy dark tail tip and was mentally preparing his response to Snowinglight's aggressive announcement when the young apprentice stepped in enthusiastically. He turned his blue-green gaze to her and twitched his whiskers, mostly with fascination, but it certainly could look like a friendly gesture. Briefly, to Snowinglight, Lionstar spoke. "Congratulations, Snowinglight. I had heard, but, you're right, I hadn't had a chance to speak to you in person, to personally offer my congratulations. I look forward to working with you and Tigerstar and always improving ThunderClan-WindClan relations, to make the best situations for both of our Clans." A political answer, polite, courteous, friendly enough to pass as overly friendly for Lionstar but not so friendly that he was making deception obvious. Mostly, he was attracted to the mystery around this apprentice, and he was intrigued -- so she was Froststar's daughter, something Lionstar didn't even know the previous WindClan leader had, and was named after him and had no knowledge of where he was now. Alright. He could work with that.
Lionstar dipped his head very slightly to the two WindClan cats. "A pleasure to meet you, Frostpaw. I did know your father; he was a very noble cat, and wise. He always strove to achieve the best for his Clan and all the Clans." Lionstar purposefully omitted the parts of history during which ThunderClan and WindClan had serious tensions that could have blown up into full-out war, enough of which had occurred under Froststar's leadership. When Lionstar became leader, he worked with Froststar to try to dismantle the tensions. "You should be very proud of your namesake, young Frostpaw." Turning to Snowinglight, Lionstar perked his ears and inquired pleasantly, "Snowinglight, you are deputy. Perhaps Tigerstar has informed you of Froststar? Was it illness? I wish to tell my Clan so we might prepare for the next Gathering; I plan to mourn for him." Lionstar did not expect the suspicious white she-cat to give him any information, but it seemed an apt way to let them know that he did not have the knowledge he wished to have, that he was being friendly, good, all those things. Mostly, he wanted to gain Frostpaw's trust so that he could use her to find out Froststar's whereabouts. If he died of age -- unlikely, as he was not that old -- or illness or accident, then that was one story, but if he was run off or murdered, then that was another story, and that could pose a threat to Lionstar or ThunderClan, or both.
Of course, Lionstar did not expect Snowinglight to think it prudent to tell an "enemy" Clan leader of the ending of her own Clan's leader, or to show that she knew nothing -- if she did know nothing -- because of exposing her Clan's weaknesses and so forth. Fortunately, her answer would tell him a lot more than she would probably mean it to, no matter what she said. (Was Lionstar proud in matters of conversation and information-gathering? Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.) So, in the end, whatever happened next would almost certainly exceed his expectations, at least from Snowinglight. Lionstar had few expectations from the young apprentice except that she seemed energetic and eager for any knowledge of her father. She didn't know what happened, Snowinglight was a mystery... Truthfully, the most reliable source of information would probably be Tigerstar; after all, their close friendship was no secret, and now that ginger tabby tom was the leader, replacing his friend. Was he doing him a favor, helping him flee for whatever reason? It could not be matters of family or the heart because here was his daughter, so full of love for him, and Froststar did not seem like the sort of cat to bring a secret kit into his Clan and then abandon her. Was it from fear? Did he have a prophecy? A quest? New territories? A new Clan, another BloodClan? Twoleg invasion? Or was he dead? Lionstar's mind was racing, though his face was nearly frozen in its mask of kindness and pleasant interest.
WORDS: 866 | NOTES: <3 My muse was a little blehhh for this post, I'm sorry | TAG: Frostpaw, Snowinglight, OPEN
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Frostbite was showing a side of herself that Lionstar had never truly seen before; it was almost motherly, in fact, and not one that Lionstar had fully expected her to have. Now, naturally, he knew that she was not some two-dimensional creature with only a harsh, prickly face and voice and heart, but it is always a bit odd and disconcerting when a cat shows a different side from the one normally seen by others. He was pleased that she was opening herself up to him like this, though. It seemed to be a good step forward, even though he had only been leader for a few brief moons as of yet and they had not had an excessive amount of time to work closely together on Clan upper-echelon matters.
Lionstar twitched his whiskers in outward amusement at Frostbite's fierce concern and demands. She even pulled rank on him, though leader and medicine cat were, in a way, equal to each other. In some ways, the leader was more powerful, and in others it was the medicine cat. ThunderClan's medicine cat could fight, though, and hunt, and that was different from most Clans. She didn't need to know how, for ThunderClan was a very well established Clan with no pressing dangers threatening to wipe it out and with many strong warriors. Elkshadow, the deputy, was powerful -- Lionstar chose him for his efficiency and force, though knew that he would make a highly destructive leader. As of now, though, Lionstar viewed the bulky tabby as a harnessed force of nature, or a weapon -- a dog's fangs, or some such thing -- which he could point and release, and Frostbite reminded him more of... well, perhaps a badger, or something else. The first thought that came to his mind was a deadly adder, but he knew that this was not entirely accurate, for she was frequently biting and cutting instead of just sneaky or venomous.
With a swish of his tail, Lionstar lowered his head toward the fresh-kill she had given him and then, with a twinkle in his eye not normally there, lifted his gaze up to her from his head's lowered position and meowed, "I shall follow your medicine cat's orders, but I do not want my medicine cat weak in leafbare. So, if I must follow your medicine cat's orders, then I insist you eat what I caught. Leader's orders." Lifting his head again, and using his peripheral vision and other senses to tell if anyone was nearby -- he could detect no approaching creatures -- the golden-brown tabby leaned back slightly and then licked his chest briskly once. "I'm afraid I shan't eat until you do. We work together to care for our Clan, we should work together to care for each other." Lionstar's playfulness was one of his skills, tools that he had collected over the moons and seasons that helped him cope with disobedience or disagreement. A playful petulance, which was not truly petulance but more often bordered on teasing, he had found to be sometimes effective. Just telling her to do this would not work and would cause a fight to erupt and possibly a long-lasting grudge and discord within the Clan, and Lionstar would not have that. He didn't want to be on his toes around Frostbite, however, so he must think of some way to solidify their working relationship; a swift method would be preferable, but he could also see that slow, grueling friendship might be necessary for the utmost effectiveness in the future.
Lionstar twitched his whiskers in outward amusement at Frostbite's fierce concern and demands. She even pulled rank on him, though leader and medicine cat were, in a way, equal to each other. In some ways, the leader was more powerful, and in others it was the medicine cat. ThunderClan's medicine cat could fight, though, and hunt, and that was different from most Clans. She didn't need to know how, for ThunderClan was a very well established Clan with no pressing dangers threatening to wipe it out and with many strong warriors. Elkshadow, the deputy, was powerful -- Lionstar chose him for his efficiency and force, though knew that he would make a highly destructive leader. As of now, though, Lionstar viewed the bulky tabby as a harnessed force of nature, or a weapon -- a dog's fangs, or some such thing -- which he could point and release, and Frostbite reminded him more of... well, perhaps a badger, or something else. The first thought that came to his mind was a deadly adder, but he knew that this was not entirely accurate, for she was frequently biting and cutting instead of just sneaky or venomous.
With a swish of his tail, Lionstar lowered his head toward the fresh-kill she had given him and then, with a twinkle in his eye not normally there, lifted his gaze up to her from his head's lowered position and meowed, "I shall follow your medicine cat's orders, but I do not want my medicine cat weak in leafbare. So, if I must follow your medicine cat's orders, then I insist you eat what I caught. Leader's orders." Lifting his head again, and using his peripheral vision and other senses to tell if anyone was nearby -- he could detect no approaching creatures -- the golden-brown tabby leaned back slightly and then licked his chest briskly once. "I'm afraid I shan't eat until you do. We work together to care for our Clan, we should work together to care for each other." Lionstar's playfulness was one of his skills, tools that he had collected over the moons and seasons that helped him cope with disobedience or disagreement. A playful petulance, which was not truly petulance but more often bordered on teasing, he had found to be sometimes effective. Just telling her to do this would not work and would cause a fight to erupt and possibly a long-lasting grudge and discord within the Clan, and Lionstar would not have that. He didn't want to be on his toes around Frostbite, however, so he must think of some way to solidify their working relationship; a swift method would be preferable, but he could also see that slow, grueling friendship might be necessary for the utmost effectiveness in the future.
WORDS: 592 | NOTES: Bleh, sorry this is kinda late (and not great |D') | TAG: Frostbite, OPEN
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Darkfang, from what Lion-star knew was... was... well, actually, the fact that Lion-star knew nothing meant he knew a lot (you really can't beat him, especially not in his own head). It meant that he must be something of a recluse, completely unre-markable. He was the de-puty, that was already esta-blished in Lionstar's mind, but what else? He was polite enough, as demonstrated by his greeting, but also seem-ed... to the point? Yes. He seemed to the point and a little bit blunt. Something about him did not scream "leader" to Lionstar, either; now, why would Shadow-Clan's leader pick this cat, this completely unre-markable warrior, to be de-puty? He must have some hidden talents, perhaps a great intelligence or swift-ness or... well, no, Lionstar was sure it could not be popularity, for he would have heard of him were he popular.
Lionstar paused for a mo-ment after Darkfang asked his question, his face un-changing. There were no e-motions, unless curiosity could be counted as one -- well, perhaps there was a certain felicity in Lionstar, the sort of surge he always felt when he was meeting a new cat, poking and prod-ding the personality and history to get all that was below the surface. It was all so very fun. After a few purposefully pregnant heart-beats of silence, Lionstar replied, "Even a Thunder-Clan leader sometimes yearns for the solitude of the woods. I was out for a stroll. It's so lovely out, I simply could not imagine not doing so." For a moment, Lionstar pondered whether or not he should try to move on the conversational offensive and take control. Well, why not? He had already spoken more than he sometimes would like to (after all, si-lence could be a great dis-comfort to many cats -- with Darkfang, it seemed per-haps not). "I hope ShadowClan is doing well?" Lionstar had noted Darkfang's lack of pleas-antries, and Lionstar thought he might toss one in to see how it would affect the dark tabby.
Now that Lionstar was really noticing him, Darkfang seemed to look different from an average Shadow-Clan cat, almost like a kittypet in some ways. It was possible that his mother had an affair with one; there were so many kittypets around here, anyway, that it was entirely possible, even probably, with his pointed face and those ears. Lionstar did not personally have any moral, ethical, or belief-based issues with kittypets, rogues, and loners; honestly, Lionstar could not care less about those issues. The Clans did, though, and so sometimes it did behoove him to have an opinion -- so long as it was the winning, popular one. It was not like Lionstar to purposefully go against the grain, not when he knew that he needed at least respect from cats to get done what he wanted to get done, whatever it was. At least it was never truly boring, this juggling of popular opinion and actually getting things done. It must take a truly extraordinary cat to be a leader and stick to his or her ideals. Those cats all were annoying; Lionstar was disgusted by them, and that could probably be explained by the fact that cats with strong morals and ideals are much more difficult to manipulate than the general masses and the morally flexible ones. Alas, one cannot have everything handed to one by the paw, and nor did Lionstar want that. The chase was half the fun (of course, the other half was the catch, but that need not be mentioned).
Lionstar paused for a mo-ment after Darkfang asked his question, his face un-changing. There were no e-motions, unless curiosity could be counted as one -- well, perhaps there was a certain felicity in Lionstar, the sort of surge he always felt when he was meeting a new cat, poking and prod-ding the personality and history to get all that was below the surface. It was all so very fun. After a few purposefully pregnant heart-beats of silence, Lionstar replied, "Even a Thunder-Clan leader sometimes yearns for the solitude of the woods. I was out for a stroll. It's so lovely out, I simply could not imagine not doing so." For a moment, Lionstar pondered whether or not he should try to move on the conversational offensive and take control. Well, why not? He had already spoken more than he sometimes would like to (after all, si-lence could be a great dis-comfort to many cats -- with Darkfang, it seemed per-haps not). "I hope ShadowClan is doing well?" Lionstar had noted Darkfang's lack of pleas-antries, and Lionstar thought he might toss one in to see how it would affect the dark tabby.
Now that Lionstar was really noticing him, Darkfang seemed to look different from an average Shadow-Clan cat, almost like a kittypet in some ways. It was possible that his mother had an affair with one; there were so many kittypets around here, anyway, that it was entirely possible, even probably, with his pointed face and those ears. Lionstar did not personally have any moral, ethical, or belief-based issues with kittypets, rogues, and loners; honestly, Lionstar could not care less about those issues. The Clans did, though, and so sometimes it did behoove him to have an opinion -- so long as it was the winning, popular one. It was not like Lionstar to purposefully go against the grain, not when he knew that he needed at least respect from cats to get done what he wanted to get done, whatever it was. At least it was never truly boring, this juggling of popular opinion and actually getting things done. It must take a truly extraordinary cat to be a leader and stick to his or her ideals. Those cats all were annoying; Lionstar was disgusted by them, and that could probably be explained by the fact that cats with strong morals and ideals are much more difficult to manipulate than the general masses and the morally flexible ones. Alas, one cannot have everything handed to one by the paw, and nor did Lionstar want that. The chase was half the fun (of course, the other half was the catch, but that need not be mentioned).
WORDS: 587 | NOTES: Foreshadowing about the kittypets muahaha~ | TAG: Darkfang
