SOMETHING LONG-AWAITED || HITCHHIKERS || OPEN RP TO MEMBERS ONLY

moiraii · Dec 25th 2015

[font=tahoma]"Gather around, everyone!" The brisk tone of a dark-furred feline sounded from the top of a stocky boulder. Etoile addressed the ragtag bunch of Hitchhikers as best as she could, eyes trained on each individual to make sure she had each cat's attention. Ever since the disappearance of Insignia and a few of the Scouts, the clan had been slowly crumbling away into nothing. But this former rogue wasn't going to let a few vanished cats destroy the unity of this nomadic group. Her voice was firm and confident as she continued. "This clan has been running without a Precursor for far too long. I believe that it is time that we vote for a new leader. We don't know how long Insignia will be gone, or if he will ever return, and the Clan needs someone to guide it during such dark times." the black warrior looked around to regard each remaining Scout for approval. She knew Scout Ashka would agree, because the she-cat had always wished for and looked for support in the clan. Ashka was sensible enough to realize that things were still going on, even without the guidance of their dear Precursor Insignia, and that though everyone would miss his wisdom and love, the clan could not continue without some cat showing them the way.
"I propose that we hold an election here, right now." Etoile continued. She blinked and looked down again at her small clan. There weren't many cats left, and that meant fewer candidates for Precursor, but she could already name a couple off the tip of her tongue. She didn't want to list names, but it was common knowledge that some cats were better suited to the task than others, due to experience. Styx was one of those cats. Scout Vindicate another (though Etoile couldn't bear to think of that cat just now). Ashka yet another name. Who would it be? "Scouts should also be named, and apprentices or warriors promoted, if need be. We have all been waiting for too long."

OOC | Hi guys! So we all know the HH has not had a proper Precursor for a long long time now. We need to change that ASAP. Etoile is calling for an election. Candidates will either be nominated or will volunteer for the rank. This is an IC promotion event. (Scouts will be made later on too!)
Please cast your votes IC-ly.

Cedarsmoke19 · Dec 25th 2015

Tracking. Character is Aberdeen.

PeachLight · Dec 25th 2015

tracking! Oooo, new election. There's so few cats to name now

Cations · Dec 26th 2015

It was that beautiful voice: Streamfur knew her immediately. Who exactly was Etoile to be bossing them around? She wasn't even a Scout! The words 'vote' caught her attention, though, and her ears perked, suddenly interested. Etoile's authority disappeared from her mind. These ruffians elected their leader? It was strangely civil, but no wonder everything was falling to pieces! Leaders had to be a stable position, passed down to the deputy, not one that was chosen by everyone else!
Still, this was her chance to shine. Surely these ragtag idiots could see she was the best candidate. She had recently been kick out of - no, left - RiverClan and knew exactly how the intricate politics should be structured. They must have seen her as a fearless negotiator, unafraid to speak her mind, or at the very least a powerful force to be reckoned with when they witnessed her fight with Moirai. Yes! This was her chance!
The kindness now glittering in her eyes stuck out like a sore thumb. Her entire frame had been softened from a she-cat itching for conflict to an eager kit. If someone was seeing her for the first time they would think her the most loyal member of this group.
"That's a great idea!" Streamfur purred enthusiastically, waiting for everyone to gather around. It was painfully obvious she was trying too hard, and she received a few stares as a result, but what else could she do? She was about to lead these mangy loners into a shining victory! That would show RiverClan...

PeachLight · Dec 28th 2015

Ashka's ears twitched at Etoile's call. The black she-cat had been unofficially assigned the assist the scouts, since she and Vindicate were way over their heads with every responsibility neither knew the Precursor had. Insignia had been so busy when he was here, it almost made her feel guilty for taking up his time with her useless and pathetic problems and need of friendship.

When she approached the meeting, the three-legged feline knew exactly what was about to go down, and knew she wanted and needed to be apart of this. If not her, someone had to lead this clan. Someone noble and strong. The scout would have loved to consider herself for the job of leader, but honestly, was she good enough if she needed several cats' help to gain control? There had been so many issues as of late, and Ashka shivered at the thought of handling them alone if she was elected and put to lead all these cats

But the fact she kept overlooking was ... she wouldn't be alone. There's be scouts and perhaps even an Advisor down the line. Ashka could handle being Precursor if put in the position, she just wasn't confident about her capability.

How could she be? She'd been a shattered spirit, a shell of a cat for so long. Now she was finally finding strength, and she'd put pressure on it by guiding an entire group of felines?

Etoile confirmed the reason for the meeting, and Scout Ashka noticed her look at her for assurance. The tabby and white she-cat nodded with a smile. Forget the scouts and born-to-be-leaders, the Hitchhikers needed a cat like Etoile. She wasn't very take charge, but she had a heart of gold, and great intellect.

"We have been scraping the bottom of the barrel for too long," the scout concurred. "By now we would have held another election anyway, one of which Insignia may have not resumed his position." Asha didn't quite believe those words, Iggy was her hero, she looked up to him. He could do no wrong in her eyes and he was made to be leader.

That is, until he disappeared. Now the three-legged cat wasn't sure what she thought of him. All Ashka knew was that she still had an undying respect and love for that old cat.

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Aries drifted off to the side, technically present at the meeting, but keeping a healthy distance for himself. Precursor was a touchy subject for him still, many topics were. His father and several siblings, even his mother, were all gone. The fluffy red apprentice felt ... alone. Hollow. Empty.

Even when the thought of apprentices being promoted was brought up a spark didn't light in his silvery eyes.

Nothing about this was fresh for him. He'd been 'abandoned' for a few moons now, but it still felt like a fresh cut ... an unhealed wound that wouldn't never scar.

Squirming uncomfortably, his tiny breath blew out in a small puff of smoke. The tom hadn't been expected to live when he was born, he was the nearly stillborn runt, now he felt like what should have been was catching up. Aries wasn't so lucky. Every cat had thought so when he pulled through, but in reality, it had just taken longer for the unlucky to find him.

He was apprenticed and he was needed, and Aries knew that. The Hitchhiker's needed every paw. But an unnatural dark cloud hung over his head these days, causing him to hold a blank expression and mutter very few words a day. Even today, though a couple of cats had tried to speak with him, he'd dodged every conversation and ignored everyone all together.

The red cat didn't care much anymore, which was so unlike him it was unnerving to those who noticed. He had been the bubbly and caring one, a tiny light for anyone in a bad mood. But who could rescue him in his bad mood? Certainly not himself.

His siblings weren't hanging around him much either. They'd all kind of separated and acted like strangers instead of blood.

Aries stared over at Etoile, barely listening and deciding he wouldn't cast a vote, if he had one to do so.

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Bache lumbered over, uninterested. Future good Precursor or future bad, he really didn't care the outcome. The tom hardly wanted to be with the Hitchhikers let alone choose who ruled over them.

The next-in-line would probably turn out just like Insignia anyway, and that he hated even the thought of.

FROSTEDKIT. · Dec 28th 2015

[align=center][font=georgia][size=8][color=white]It was her first time meeting the clan altogether. Most, if not all, of the Hitchhikers were present at this meeting -- they had to be, for they were about to elect a new leader. Frostedkit's paws itched with eagerness to see this turn of events. Would there be a tyrant, or a majestic and fair monarch? How did this clan rule itself? Etoile seemed to be a good pick for leader, but the simple truth was that the little kitten didn't know anyone very well so she couldn't be the judge of anything yet. She looked around for the silvery she-cat that had come to her aid the first day. Where was she? Oh, there she was. Frostedkit had forgotten her name but her pelt was distinct. Maybe it would be okay for the kit to sit next to the warrior she-cat? Well, one never knew till one tried. She waddled over to the silver tabby and plunked her butt down on the cold earth next to the ferocious warrior and looked up timidly at the fierce female, soft admiration shining in her light ice blue eyes.

Frostsoul · Dec 28th 2015

Styx heard the call and gave a visible wince. It was time, yes, but Insignia had been a dear friend of his. To admit that he was gone...well that was hard. It had not impacted him as much as it had impacted Insignia's family, but it still stung. More so than Insignia, he'd lost Flower and her kits too. They'd all just disappeared and it stung so much. He missed them dearly, but what was he to do? Sighing, the blue tom gave an official nod of his head. "Yes, let's do this." He'd been considered last time but the doubts of his abilities to fill Insignia's place were so strong he could not bring himself to volunteer. Plus, he figured the position should go to somebody who had been here longer than him. He knew that he could be a candidate. But he didn't think he'd win.

Cations · Dec 31st 2015

With an unbridled excitement that seemed very strange on her, the silver cat greeted every one of her clan-mates enthusiastically as they settled down, carefully ignoring Bache. She had no idea who this Insignia guy was or why everyone seemed so personally effected by his loss, but it hardly mattered - she was already daydreaming of standing on that rock, looking out over the territory, assigning a deputy...oh, she would make a great leader! And with nine lives, no one would doubt her power. Not even that mangy, good-for-nothing Sebastian. She'd make him the laughingstock of the whole clan - yes - and then she'd find reason to kick him about again, as if the sourpuss made finding a reason to dislike him hard.
"Can we start nominating?" asked the former RiverClan cat, turning to Etoile and then Ashka with shining eyes. She looked more like a kit asking to play a game than a warrior asking for a chance to lead the clan. In any case, her excitement was a bit unsettling.

//#streamfur2016 xD

sha.dow · Dec 31st 2015

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ɪᴄ;; Fleur pricked her ears. She stood and sat down with the other cats, but in an almost disinterested manner. She yawned. Last night Fleur had gone out hunting very late, and only caught a small mouse. "Putain proie stupide," she muttered, hoping no one else understood French. Some cat probably did, but Fleur hoped that they did not hear her. Fleur snapped her attention back to Insignia, waiting for the nomination to begin.
Hopefully the nomination isn't too boring. I believe it would be rude if I were to fall asleep during it.
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