[justify][size=8]Looking up as Reshalina sighed under her breath, Church felt his left ear twitch prior to her noticing and addressing him.
An amused smirk crossed his face at her hesitant cover-up, hazel eyes studying the russet feline as he spoke, "Having a rough time, huh? What's got you down?"
[justify][size=8]Glancing over at Radium as she approached, voicing her off, Church nodded in what could either have been approval or blank confirmation.
"Sounds good," the blue smoke meowed, rising to his paws and stretching his shoulders. Realizing soon after that it would only be two cats, if they were to leave now, the Blackheart wavered and glanced over the she-cat's shoulder. He wouldn't mind hunting in a pair if that's what it came down to, but it only made sense to wait until they could get as many paws on board as possible.
"Care if we wait for another person or two?"
[justify][size=8]Jumping as the hawk seemingly took off into the air, but only a very short distance, Capricornstar wasn't sure what the hell was up with this bird. Was she awake? A threat? God, he didn't know.
Staring at Slyvia for a few moments, the ebony-black tom glanced over at his shoulder towards the Medicine Den, hoping that either Hospitalflowers or Demonkissed would arrive; he wasn't sure if there was anything that even they could do in this situation, because ... Really, what even was this situation?
Looking back towards the injured peregrine falcon with a wary twitch of the tail, he called, [b]"Hello? Are you alright?"
[justify][size=8]"I'm not going to harm you," Capricornstar meowed quickly, still utterly thrown for a loop by this whole endeavor. Seriously, what the fuck was going on?
"Can you tell me your name?"
Tail-tip flicking in the direction of her wings, though not actually making contact, he added, "There are two friends of mine who should be able to fix up your wing. They're on their way."
[justify][size=8]http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1203221.0
Shamans and/or Shaman Trainee needed, please. <3
[justify][size=8]Attention captured by a somewhat familiar voice, Capricornstar glanced over at Nepeta when she addressed him. Offering the she-kitten a smile, never one to bring any of his real life affairs into the matter when talking to kits, the ebony feline meowed, "Good morning to you too, Nepeta."
"How are you?" he spoke, tipping his head towards the side slightly as he did so.
[justify][size=8]Having only been laying in his den, quite unoccupied, it wasn't hard for Capricornstar to detect a familiar scent lingering by the entrance. Rising to his paws and approaching the medium-sized cave's gaping dual-purpose entrance and exit, the ebony Monarch came face to face with Skyscraper.
She was a cat that had been through much within the last few days, including... Well, dying. Dying, coming back, having her mother promoted, and, unbeknownst to Capricornstar, receiving a message from StarClan between the periods of her life and brief death.
Shifting out of the way so that the Viceroy could enter, figuring she wanted to talk privately based on the serious look currently harbored on her face.
"Hey Skyscraper," he greeted, looking at her inquiringly, [b]"What's the matter?"
[justify][size=8]Somewhat curious to see what exactly was going on that had lured Bellatrix, Deimos, and Skyscraper all to the same place, Capricornstar was forced to draw near the border before he actually caught sight of the large canine.
It was easy enough to tell that he was here to join, otherwise he would have easily been driven out by the combined forces of the cougar, Bernese Mountain Dog, and Viceroy.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jace," he meowed, approaching. Studying the golden-brown figure of the wolf, the HawkClan Monarch's green gaze remained quite friendly, despite the newcomer's significant size advantage.
"My name's Capricornstar, I'm HawkClan's Monarch." Looking towards the side at the animals beside him, he flicked his tail in each of their directions individually, "This is Bellatrix, Deimos, and Skyscraper."
"I hear you want to join, correct? Well, you would be more than welcome to join our ranks if you so choose. It'd be our pleasure to have you." After all, he had heard the answers that Jace had provided in response to Skyscraper's questioning, and he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't be allowed in the Clan; he'd be an excellent asset, surely, and HawkClan could always do with some new members.
Glancing over at Skyscraper, a cat entitled with the rank 'Viceory' and therefore the responsibility to help out the Clan's newer members, Capricornstar added, "Skyscraper can show you around our territory and whatnot, if you would like."
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[justify][size=8]ooc - Tracking for whenever the kit's roleplayer replies. c:
[justify][size=8]He had been padding through the territory as a part of a routine border patrol when he scented something out of place, shortly followed by the unfamiliar voice of what sounded like a young feline.
Following the scent and the voice, alike, Capricornstar padded stealthily towards the border, black ears pricked and angled in the scent marker's direction. It would be just like BloodClan to drop a kit on the border as bait, only for them to jump out of the shadows and attack; this ploy seemed even more likely, nowadays, considering how continuosly tormented the beach-dwelling Clan had been by the vicious anti-Clan. Not only had they killed two of their warriors, but they had later on performed a kit raid and even later set fire to the territory.
So, yeah, you could say Capricornstar wasn't really one of BloodClan's biggest fans.
His worries were soon put to rest when he caught sight of Matrixkit, however, sitting alone upon the border -- as he tasted the air, it became apparent that there was no one hiding in wait, allowing the ebony Monarch's shoulders to relax significantly.
"Hello little one," the black tom meowed, drawing near the savannah kitten with a friendly smile, though the wariness still remained in his bright emerald eyes, [b]"What are you doing out here all by yourself...? Is there anything I can do for you?"
[justify][size=8]"Right, well, this is an anti-Clan. Assholes are kinda part of the deal," Church meowed in response, head shaking briefly before he turned over to the side.
Shrugging as he glanced back over at the ginger-red figure of Reshalina, he added, "I haven't really been elsewhere much, but from what I know, the cats here are way better than the ones in some of the other Clans. Consider yourself lucky."
Hell, the cats here really weren't bad at all, if you wanted to compare attitudes; Dae and some of the other more harsh-tongued cats in the Blackheart Rogues were downright cuddly when placed next to cats like Morsecode or Tiresias. They could still be mean if they wanted to, of course, but at least they didn't go on killing sprees just because they were bored.
[justify][size=8]Looking up from where he had been sitting in the asylum's halls, Church spotted Caesarea sitting atop what was so easily recognized by the warrior-aged Blackheart as Daerenys' spot. It wasn't all that unheard of for a deputy to be calling the occasional meeting, but still -- there was an unmistakably odd air about the she-cat, right now, that led Church to buzz with a feeling of curiosity.
Rising to his paws and padding over towards the seal lynx point, taking a seat below her perch, Church looked up at her through pale hazel eyes. If he had to guess what was going on, he wasn't sure what he would go for; it was certain, however, that it would not be any disappearances -- let alone that of such a familiar cat as Dae.
After all, hadn't he only just been on a border patrol with the female deputy? How could he have expected her to become leader so abruptly after? Still, these were realizations of which he had not yet been made aware, and so he instead merely waited for the rest of his clanmates to arrive and for Caesarea to announce whatever news it was that she had on her mind.
[justify][size=8]Wait, Dae was gone? Completely? He really couldn't say that he was good friends with her or anything, but still; the sharp-tongued leader --former leader, anyway -- had been quite the familiar sight around the asylum. While he quite liked Caesarea and felt confident that the she-cat would make for a good leader, the circumstances were still a bit off-putting; then again, he knew that she had been quite good friends with the old leader and it was probably incredibly hard for her to get up on that perch and do what she was doing.
While Church was wondering what had even happened between now and the last time he saw Daenerys, he heard his own name being called out shortly after that of Winchester's.
Adviser?
Fuck, he wasn't even sure what to say to that. Thanks? I won't let you down?
Gaze seeking out Winchester, whom he had met on a few occasions, the blue smoke wished to voice a quick congratulations to the new deputy; it didn't seem like he was here, yet, however that was to be expected when the Clan lived in a territory as large as the Blackheart Rogues did. Not everyone was bound to be in camp at the exact same time, no matter what the announcements were.
Turning his attention back to the seal point leader as she smiled at him, a faint smile crossing his own face, afterwards. Dipping his head, he meowed, "Thanks, Cae. I'll do my best."
[justify][size=8]So this she-cat expected him to trust her, all things aside, when she had just openly admitted to ditching the Clan. Yeah, because that didn't sound worrisome; hell, who was to say she wouldn't just decide to leave again just because she felt like 'kinda sorta maybe leaving'?
"Right," Church meowed, glancing past the she-cat towards the tom at which she had gestured, faintly striped blue ears twitching.
He was about to say that he was going to have to escort she and her 'friend' to the asylum for the approval of Dae, Caesarea, or one of the advisers, but it then hit them that it wasn't necessary anymore; Daenerys had gone missing, so she wouldn't be accepting anyone, and Church was an adviser, now -- which meant that he was allowed to.
So these two cats, Dunebuggy and Steampaw or whatever the hell they called themselves, were to be the first ones that he accepted into the Clan, huh? While he was almost hesitant to do so, the mental reminder that the Blackheart Rogues were severely lacking in population eventually won out.
"Well, welcome aboard," the adviser meowed, taking in the sight of the two black-footed wildcats with a flick of the tail-tip. They seemed like they'd make nice additions, everything aside, and it was members like that for which the anti-Clan was in a dire need.
[justify][size=8]Eyes darkening, more so out of sympathy than any particular anger, Capricornstar was about to address the kitten further when Gavin and Sporadicfirework arrived.
"Hey Gav," the tom meowed, glancing at the blue tortoiseshell kitten as he weaved around his legs. Truth be told, he was actually somewhat pleased that one of he and Witchinghour's kittens had decided to come and live in HawkClan, with him, as opposed to ThunderClan; he had nothing against ThunderClan or the black-furred assistant deputy, of course, but still.
As Sporadicfirework spoke, his finishing words following the same lines as the Monarch's son, Capricornstar looked over at Matrixkit with a slightly questioning gaze. He wasn't going to speak right yet, since there was nothing to be said that hadn't already been covered by the kitten or warrior, though he was quite curious as to the brown savannah's response.
[justify][size=8]Leaping up onto the rocky stairwell that stood within HawkClan's new camp, Capricornstar felt a flicker of anticipation as he overlooked the clearing. While he had done a few private ceremonies prior to this, this meeting would be the first that he had actually held in regards to ceremonies; it seemed like so much had happened since Louvreart and Wildstreak had been standing up and hosting these things, though back then it had been at HawkClan's old camp and the meetings had been held from the ever-deteriorating high rock.
"HawkClan! Gather around for some ceremonies!"
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[justify][size=8]Having been expecting cats becoming apprentices, warriors, or even changing their names, Capricornstar was caught a bit off guard by Dragonfury's request. This didn't show, however, and instead of speaking on it the ebony-coated Monarch dipped his head to the tom and mimicked the ceremonial words that he had heard from Wildstar, Willowstar, and Whitestar.
"Dragonfury, you have said that it is your wish to give up your warrior name and go to join the elders. Your Clan honors you and all the service you have given to us; I hereby call upon StarClan to give you many moons of rest."
[b]"Thank you for your service to HawkClan."
[justify][size=8]Turning his attention to the figure of Jesterpaw, who had been patiently awaiting his turn, Capricornstar nodded towards the young feline with a flick of the tail.
[b]"Jesterpaw, you may step forward."
"You have trained long and hard for six moons in HawkClan. That being said, you are now ready to become a warrior and receive your full name; from this day forward, you shall be known as Jesterhat. HawkClan thanks you for your courage and bravery. May StarClan light your path."
[justify][size=8]Fucking finally. A newcomer who knew to wait at the border as opposed to parading into the territory like they owned the place.
Still, that didn't mean that Church could treat this guy like the miracle he was; he was still a newcomer, one who had intentions that were currently unknown, and while Timothy might not look like much, he could always be a threat. Church was an adviser, now, and that meant he had to take some things more seriously than he had, before.
He was still getting used to Caesarea's new leadership, as opposed to the familiarity of Dae's, but he trusted Cae. The blue smoke knew that she would make an excellent leader, especially with the disappearance of her close friend to fuel her, and there was little doubt in his mind that the seal lynx female would change the Blackheart Rogues for the better.
Dismissing these things from his mind, the male approached the blue and white figure of Timothy, who, by all appearances, seemed to simply waiting with patience. "State your name and business," Church meowed, hazel eyes studying the newcomer with a feeling caught somewhere between boredom and wariness.
