ADVENTURE IN THE EVENING AIR // open, hawkclan party

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    This was a very, very overdue party. Littlestar had been a really busy girl in the past few weeks that she hadn't had time to properly organize a party that Hawkclan rather needed. But tonight was the night. She felt happy, excited. As usual, no smile was present on the young girls lips but the happiness sure showed through the bright gleam in her golden eyes and the way she stood. The place that this party would be occurring was right in the middle of the redwood forest, in the clearing where the huge tree houses surrounded. She had spent the entire daytime decorating the place to make it appropriate for when the darkness rolled around. She, using help, stuck several lanterns from the tunnel entrance to the main camp so people would find it easy to get there. She strung warm glowing fairy lights around the main party area, dangling from the staircase and from the redwood tree branches. By the time the sky had gone dark, the place was warmly lit and had a soft feeling to it. She used chopped down logs to act as the tables for the setting and placed a huge bowl of watermelon punch on one of them, accompanied by several red cups. On another log, there were several plates of food such as roasted meats, grapes, many flavors of chips, chicken on kebab sticks and sweet foods. There was a third log with alcohol on it, and etched into the side of that fallen tree log was 'ALCOHOL' so that no kids would take it. She still had some things to set up though but it was close to being done. Littlestar made it so the middle of the party area was where all the people could dance. She put the same boombox used for the last party off to the side in the long green grass and began to play this music. She believed it fitted the pretty atmosphere quite nicely. The three legged Monarch nodded and announced that the party had begun. Several Hawkclanners started immediately on the food which was fine because there was a whole lot of it. Another batch of Hawkclanners were dancing to the music. The allies of Hawkclan had yet to arrive but she assumed they would in due time.


    For now, the female felt pretty proud of the setup. It had a warm and inviting atmosphere and she'd even put an effort into her physical appearance. Normally, the tabby didn't bother because she was quite... scarred and gruesome looking and no amount of hair licking and brushing would ever change that. But something had been tweaked tonight and either it was the warm glow in her eyes or the way her fur looked shiny and groomed. Littlestar set out to the food and chewed anxiously on a chicken kebab stick.

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    "Lucian speaking" || 'Lucian thinking' || 'Pastel' || 'Sugarpaw'



    It would seem that Lucian was the first to arrive, and he wasn't the only thing glowing for once. The newly turned Thunderclanner looked at the set-up in slight awe before giving a shake and turning slightly more serious. Pastel and Sugar told him it was good to talk to members of other clans to keep Thunderclan in a good light. The somali padded up to Littlestar and was a bit surprised to find that she was a little younger than him, much like his own leaders. "Good evening miss, I'm Lucian of Thunderclan thank you for inviting us." That was how you did it right? He hoped so, his voice sounding slightly stiff. This obviously wasn't his element.


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    Witchpaw was the first representative of Blizzardclan to arrive. He loved parties, and no amount of clan-attacking Targaryen sons who happened to be dragons was going to change that. He, like Littlestar, had put some effort into his appearance. His usually dingy fur got groomed for once, and he washed his hat and scarf.


    As he arrived, he assumed Littlestar already knew him, as he was the Hawkclan ambassador. He looked at Lucian. "Hi, I'm Witchpaw, good ol' deputy of Blizzardclan!" He said happily, grinning.

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    This was new for them, they suddenly realized as they flew into HawkClan's territory, looking around somewhat nervously at everyone else who was already there. Beautifulspirit was by no means antisocial, but they weren't much for going to parties with a lot of people. They'd never been to one before, not outside of their own clan, but they decided that they would attend this one. They were starting to regret that. It reminded them too much of the wedding. Too much of something that they weren't sure had happened or not. That had traumatized them, and now, they weren't sure they wanted to be here anymore.


    But they needed to get over it, and they knew that if they would just calm down, they could have a good time here. The RiverClanner took a deep breath, looking around. This was nice, once they got over the ridiculous and outlandish fear that they were all going to be bombed at random. They forced a smile, sticking to the outskirts of the area as they walked around, trying to find somewhere to sit until maybe they noticed someone they knew.



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    LeFou had never been to a party outside of his own homes so he was a little nervous about this. Especially since he traveled here all on his own. His worries would be put at ease when he finally came and took in the beautiful sights around him, the fairy lights were a perfect touch. The smell of the kebabs and the words "alcohol" brought him to finally move further into the territory with a more relaxed smile, taking some beer and cracking it open before grabbing some of the chicken in his mouth to find a place to settle down and relax. He'd probably chat if someone approached him, but for now the food and drinks were god enough for him.


    Komaeda had never really attended any parties. Did a feast count as a party? Probably not, but whatever. Here he was.

    The white dog had slightly been stalking from afar for about the past ten minutes, trying to gather up the courage to actually make an appearance. Ko had to admit, the set up was beautiful, just perfect for a party in the middle of the woods. He envied whoever set this up's decorating skills.

    With a slight shake of his head, Ko rose to all fours and padded into the clearing officially, a soft smile on his face. God, he didn't recognize anybody. Well, except for LeFou, off to himself, but Komaeda had a slight feeling that he was annoying sometimes. He steered clear and instead started to study the food tables from afar, looking for a very specific type of bread.


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    Luke turned up. He remembered when he had still been deputy and Oliver advised that having higher ups make an appearance at ally events was ideal. So, he was there. He admired the scenery mostly until he moved over to greet the hostess. "Hey, Littlestar. This looks great. Thank you for inviting us," he said with a dip of his head, smiling.

    The last time Andi had been to a party was back in BlizzardClan, she believed, but that was some time ago. She couldn't help but wonder if HawkClan parties would be similar, or rather different. Well, she supposed she'd find out! Following her clanmates in, the canine arrived not long after Luke, and smiled up at everyone here. There were quite a few in attendance, but not as many as she thought there would be. Well, at least not yet. Surely more would turn up soon enough. Even Witchpaw was here, whom Andi recognized from when she used to live in BlizzardClan. That was cool! "Yeah, thanks for the invite!" the medic apprentice woofed in agreement with her leader, and began to glance around, taking in her surroundings.

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    Seeing Andi, Witchpaw's ears perked up and he stalked over to her, lavender eyes focused on the petite canine. He hadn't seen her in forever, it seemed like. Luckily, despite his undead state, he looked relatively same on the outside (of course, he covered rotting flesh up with bandages until he could magic it away.)


    "Hey, Andi! It's good to see you," The grinning sorcerer would say. "How's Windclan? I'm a deputy now." He said, unsure if she had heard his announcement beforehand.

    Andi felt herself perk up as she noticed Witchpaw approach her, and she couldn't help but wag her tail, happy to be able to talk to her former clanmate once again. He was a deputy now? Whoa, that was one big achievement, that's for sure. "Hey Witchpaw, it's great to see you too! And really? Wow, congratulations on that!" Of course Witchpaw had deserved it, though. He was very hardworking and was always around the clan, or at least he was back when Andi used to live there. Surely not much had changed. "WindClan is great! I'm now one of their medic apprentices, but I'm still pretty new to it," she explained, smiling brightly. Quite honestly, she had never really thought about being a healer until they had requested that she'd join the medic team, and so far she was enjoying it rather well.

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    I TOOK MY LOVE AND I TOOK IT DOWN — lessa ren solo — many clans — she/her — info

    The petite shaman had a hard time not making an appearance with music in the air. The pine marten had an absent smile on her face as she sat on the sidelines, chocolate hues closed as she just listened to the music. If he was here, she'd offer Anubis a dance. She liked spending time with her friend, and music, being a shared passion of the two, made dancing a rather nice way to do it. Given he was of an ally clan, she bet he was invited. There was Luke, she thinks, sensing his presence in the Force, and Lefou and Beau. As far as it came with Luke though, she wasn't sure if he was invited from RiverClan, or WindClan.


    The RiverClanners that were present however, gave her hope that her dance partner would be along sometime soon. She hummed softly for the time being, fluffy tail resting neatly on her paws like a plush blanket.

    At the sound of a voice coming from behind her, and an unfamiliar one at that, the three legged tabby turns around and offers the somali a dip of her head. Thunderclan. She wasn't too sure where she stood personally with that clan as she had some bad blood with it. A long time ago when Hawkclan had been in the middle of a war with Shadowclan, she'd gone to Thunderclan for help only to be neglected by the leader because he was friends with the Shadowclan leader. For a long time after that, she'd considered dropping them to neutral status, maybe even enemy but had never gotten around to actually doing that and maybe it was for the better. Littlestar studies Lucian for a little and decides that he seems alright. "No problem, bruh. Good to meet ya. I'm Littlestar but ya can call me Lit." The three legged feline took a seat and inclined her scarred head to the side. "Ya wanna dance?" She questioned him. And, my word, she did not at all mean it in the romantic kind of way but just because the feline felt like she needed to shake her paws and dance a little bit. Besides, everyone else already seemed to be in the dance-y mood and maybe she'd get to know this Lucian better.


    She heard both Luke and Andi thank her for the invitation and she turned to them, giving a strange little curtsy before turning back to Lucian. "Mind you, I ain't a good dancer, having only three legs and all." Littlestar joked, gesturing at the missing back leg with a rolling of her eyes.

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    'See I told you Littlestar was a sweetheart. Just loosen up a bit Luci, its a party, you dont have to fight for food or dens here.' He tried to put on a smile, everyone else here seemed a little more lively and no one here was gonna be hostile, it was a party after all. 'Yeah its just a party, I can do this. Right?' The adrenaline rush that came with going to parties slowly started to inject itself into him and so when she asked for a dance he accepted with a more relaxed smile.


    "Heh, you're probably a much better dancer than I am, I've got four left feet." He said, attempting to humor the battle-scarred leader. The male did have to admit that the music playing did have a nice beat to it and so he took a few steps back to allow Lit a little more walk space.


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    Littlestar was glad to see the somali appeared to be relaxing and the vibe of this party was calming rather then party wild and all that stuff (which would freak the softer hearted people out and she didn't really want that). She finished off the chicken kebab stick and tossed the wooden point into the nearest bin before turning to Lucian and dipping her head. She snorted at his joke and shook her head. "Four left feet? Better then three left feet, bruh." She was, of course, kidding but she wasn't a very good dancer. She could dance, she could sway her body side to side and tap her paws but she could do no dance tricks and if she tried to roll around like some dancers did, then that would be a miserable flop. There was no way she was attempting any exotic dancing here though. The feline began to sway to the music and her little bob tail flickered around to the slow but clear beat. She tapped her paws and glanced briefly to the side, seeing other people dance around her. She was grateful for the fact no one was staring at her (as they normally did due to her gruesomely fucked up face and missing leg and all the scars) and that was likely because she was in her home clan and the majority of the people here were people from her clan that knew her.


    Littlestar looked back at Lucian and tilted her head to the side, brow muscles perked up. "Hey, you're not that bad, dancer man." The new nickname rolled off her tongue as she gestured at his moving paws.

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    The male let himself show up a bit late. He was more unsure of this place than most. The male stopped and took aspot near the edge of the group.

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    [ "Fifer Staccato Mist" - Anubis - RiverClan ]

    Well, there was no reason not to come, not really. The RiverClanner glanced around. He'd visited recently anyway. Spotting Lessa, the sable padded up quietly, a sheepish and polite smile on his maw A part of him wanted to capture that moment right there, if only he had a camera, so he could always see that little smile on her face, and the way her eyes were closed as she just listened.


    Lightly, he cleared his throat and took a step backwards towards the dance floor, dark brown eyes locked on her. "May I have this dance?"

    I TOOK MY LOVE AND I TOOK IT DOWN — lessa ren solo — many clans — she/her — info

    Oh, there he was. Lessa pulled out of her mind, smiling. Already he seemed to be moving. He must've picked up on the desire to dance too, or perhaps had it transferred through their bond. Whatever it was, she shyly followed, whiskers twitching in amusement at the rather old-fashioned request. "Absolutely."


    The song was easy to fall into, swaying lightly to the beat. Even with robotic legs, she aspired to at least be able to do simple dancing. It came quite second nature to her, due to her fondness of music. There was hardly any thought required. "The last time... We got to do this was... BlizzardClan, wasn't it?" Or at least, the last time the request was made. She isn't sure she remembers actually dancing that night. No, something had interrupted... Her brows creased in confusion, but she couldn't seem to catch the memory. Hopelessly, she shook her head, shoulders drifting back in a loose shrug.

    Haiiro hadn't come to this party withtheintention of seeing someone he had known at one point, much less someone he had seen as somewhat of a friend. He had been expecting to run into people who he had once considered enemies for no reason other than his Clan's alliances, but the only familiar one was Littlestar. He remembered the day she came running into ShadowClan - desperate to get a clanmate back, perhaps - and had gotten her ass handed to her. If he remembered correctly, one of her other clanmates had to come and rescue her before she was killed. A sigh escaped the boy as he approached, equal parts resigned and excited to avoid everyone from back in ShadowClan who could only bring up unpleasant memories.


    It seemed that avoiding ShadowClan wouldn't be happening, although Beautifulspirit no longer smelled like the rain forest. Instead, they smelled like fish and the river, a sure sign of where they had ended up. He supposed it would be safe to feel his way over to the hybrid who was even stranger than himself and offer a nervous nod of greeting. "Hey, uh, Beautifulspirit," he began, voice a mixture of hollow and anxious. "It's Haiiro, if you don't remember," he added, knowing that he was far thinner than he had been back in ShadowClan.


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    WE'RE ALL MADE OF STARS — Poe — HawkClan — He/him

    Poe was a little later than most, but didn't seem to mind much. The lights looked pretty from afar, and were even more so up close, illuminating the whole area in a sort of magical glow. The canine began to wander, taking in the decor a little before noticing who all was there. Littlestar had done a great job. Yavin was sitting on a tree nearby, watching some of the other Hawks intently. Poe decided to let him be.


    The pilot noticed Luke there, along with Lessa, who was dancing with someone. He felt a smile making its way onto his face as he watched her a moment, then decided to head to the snack table.



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    beautifulspirit


    Beautifulspirit had not been expecting to ever again see anyone who had left ShadowClan because of what had happened between the two leaders. In fact, they tried to push those memories down as much as they could in an attempt to make room for the new problems that they were facing. Finch's death had hit them harder than they had ever let on, and it was so soon after Bean's death that they almost couldn't handle it. But they'd managed. It hurt to think about, so they simply didn't think about it. They would have left ShadowClan, but... well, they'd lived there before RiverClan, and they couldn't just abandon Sollux. They were ashamed to admit, though, that they were no longer around quite as often as they wanted.


    They jumped a little when they were spoken to, looking over at Haiiro and taking a moment to figure out who this was. They hadn't seen the former ShadowClanner in stars knew how long. They were surprised that he remembered them, or that they remembered him. "I remember you," they would assure him, fidgetting with their tail a bit. "It is nice to see you again. How have you been?"



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