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jager nodded, a serious look on his face. "yes, the whole idea is for a riverguard to guard their clanmates, they are the best of the best, children, although shouldn't be underestimate, shouldn't be have to deal with such responsibility when they're still learning to swim." it could lead to some deadly consequences, and jager was surprised that it hadn't already. "but they deserve to be acknowledged, so perhaps a title would be enough to appease them? regardless of the details, I agree and support this suggestion." he wasn't sure if saying they were 'honorary members' would be good enough for a child, since at that age, they were all ambitious and wanted some serious recognition in the clan, which was why no one turned it down no matter if they could handle it or not. he'd hate to see one of his children being bugged down, or hurt because of a duty put onto their shoulders way too soon.
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after saying his own congratulations to those who had been promoted, dwelling slightly upon sealion's demotion, he had hoped his brother would've been able to pull himself back after his sudden disappearance. the news upset him, but not enough to feel his heartstrings pulling. "Athena, when will the screenings start, and who will you start with first?" he assumed that she'd expand on that, since this could turn into an important and quite deadly situation, so jager hoped to get a rough idea on when these would be taking place, and how. he had nothing to worry about, though: jager's heart belonged to riverclan, and those who resided in it, and that was it.
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the interclan culture exchange had intrigued him, so the thick-furred black smoke decided to pay them a visit after all. "hello, i'm jager of riverclan." as he sat at the border, the tom introduced himself, unwilling to pass through even if allowed, it just seemed a little rude to him. "i wanted to learn a little bit about windclan history, the most influential members, for example." it may have seemed a little 'nerdy' but jager was as thirsty for knowledge as a man lost in a desert, though on the outside he made an effort to seem composed and collected. "in exchange you can ask something in return and, if I can do it, I will." though, the head riverguard made sure to make the 'deal' fair since it was an exchange after all. "also, on a completely unrelated topic, you haven't seen a 'comforting' around, have you? she's a rabbit who went missing, as bizarre as it sounds." jager was the head of search and rescue, so nothing could ever just be a vacation for him, but this was probably as lose as it was going to get.
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Hey deer, make sure you don't forget to take care of yourself. You sound in serious need of a day to yourself. <3
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squirming and writhing, jager tossed and turned. he had long since decided that he felt more comfortable sleeping side-by-side with the river, the sound of the water soothed him, often lulling him into a deep sleep, but for some reason it wasn't working today, it hadn't worked yesterday either. it was like a bundle of nerves had been shoved straight into his stomach, or like a swarm of flies had been swallowed by him - the smoke was antsy and restless, unable to settle. so, in an attempt to tire himself out, jager had volunteered to go on extra patrols, catching prey and marking borders, while trivial were enough to take it out of him enough that he thought he'd fall straight into a slumber. jager was wrong.

jager had been moving for some time now, his tail had drooped into the water at one point, but he hadn't noticed in his frustration. eventually, he got tired and just decided to close his eyes and force himself to lay still, hoping his twitching body would get the message and calm. but no, the uncomfortable feeling grew stronger while he was still, sending a few shivers down his spine. the head rivergurd was unable to keep himself in one position, and found himself moving so that the sensation would decrease in intensity. however, after numerous mental arguments, jager made himself do it again, with the promise that he would freeze his body until he did fall asleep.

after a few anxious minutes, it finally seemed to be working! the smoke's breathing slowed down, and the uncontrollable spasms died down until they were but a distant memory fading rapidly into the horizon of sleep. things were quiet - the perfect sleeping conditions. the water wasn't running, the birds weren't tweeting, bugs were strangely non-existent. per- but that wasn't right. unfortunately, jager was too wrapped up in falling into the abyss of sleep, and wasn't his over-analytic self, so these details escaped him in his groggy state. it wasn't until...

whosh!

a harsh breath left his lips, when jager felt a scream leave them. for a few moments, he felt trapped, frozen, unable and struggling to comprehend what had happened. jager's breathing sped up, into pants, desperately capturing as much air as he could, treating the precious oxygen as his savior, a lifeline. "wh-mm...?" dazed, he tried to speak, but a single murmur left his lips. his voice had been soft, feminine, light. the next thing that was felt was the cold rush of water attacking his body, sending forceful shivers colliding down his body. feminine was not how you could describe his voice, so why was it so apt now? this was not correct, he'd had to see what was wrong. the sensation in his limbs returned, but even if it hadn't jager would still have scrambled to the river, eye searching for a glimpse of his reflection, eager to see his own eyes meeting his so he could put these strange thoughts to rest. a sharp gasp was thrown from his mouth.

he was a she?

how? the face staring back wasn't his own, and he'd never had a dream so vivid and real before. soft kittenish fur framed his face, giving him a much younger, softer look. the fur was a vibrant red, patched with white and browns. calico. that was what the coat was called, but calicos were predominately female. oh. jager began to understand what was happening, and he didn't like it one bit. dreading what he'd find, though the shock of having a female stare back at you when you were pretty sure you were a male a moment ago, he turned his head back to the riverside. there he was: limp, dead. jager's body.

shock flooded him, freezing every blood cell in his body, or her body, rather. his breathing began to increase again, until a screaming screeching sound vibrated in his mind, and - whoosh! bolt upright, without thinking again, jager sat bolt upright, heaving with the effort. a splash sounded distant in the background, but sound was slowly returning to him, the birds and bugs were back, despite being quiet. he understood what had happened, but it hadn't prepared him for the shock of... possessing somebody else. demons did that. he felt dirty and corrupt by taking part in that practice, like he was joining them and agreeing with their methods. he couldn't control it though, surely that counted for something.

that was how he'd be found, the normally composed, calm expression nowhere to be seen on the head riverguard's face, only a blank, horrified, disturbed look etched into it. the body of the red tabby femme he'd just taken over in the river, alive but unconscious, there had been a mind in there, jager had felt it, felt her protesting another soul inside her body, pushing him away, his shock had left him vulnerable and enabled her to evict him, sending his soul back to the nearest body. his own.
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Sobbing and tracking until off mobile. :'-(
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jager was the same age as warblerwing, but for some reason, he'd aged much better than his respected sibling. strength still flowed through his limbs and his mind was fresh as it always had been, though he supposed sometimes life just worked this way. a feline's lifespan was around fourteen years, although it could be alerted due to other factors, so he expected warblerwing to keep going strong for at least a couple more years. but that was excluding all the tragedies that the former deputy had recently suffered, and jager didn't know how her life had been before she had joined the security of riverclan, but that could've had an effect on her also.

still, no matter how logical jager was being, it didn't stop the shock of hearing the words from his sister's mouth - they pained him. the tom moved towards the age-ravaged female, though not close enough to touch, (the incident with skippingstones long ago was still an amusing memory to him.) "you realize that, even though you've stepped down, riverclan will still forever have need of your experience and abilities. thank you, warblerwing." a solemn glint resonated in his eyes as he mewed in a hushed tone, but not a whisper, before he moved away, bowing his head in a final display of him deep-rooted respect for his sibling.
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jager felt some sort od responsibility for the painted dog's death, like he should do something, but it wasn't his line of expertise, though he'd make sure that he'd do everything he could if needed be. "i agree - what reason would darkclan have to randomly disrupt the neutrality between us?" truth be told, he wasn't sure if darkclan was an allie or enemy or what, but they hadn't caused riverclan any trouble, so why would they go out of their way to? it didn't add up. hopefully Waverly's visit to them would provide some answers.
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the maine coon breed was known to be the largest of the domestic cat breeds, which would've made the femme stand out if not for her usual colouring of brown tabby fur. jager almost missed the bemused feline as he passed on his way out of camp. concealing his surprise, the black smoke padded over, sniffing the air around them, trying to identify a clan or group but he couldn't place a particular group, so he assumed the stranger came from somewhere very far away, or was simply a loner looking for a home. "welcome to riverclan. may I help you?" jager noticed that amberheart was looking rather confused, though he couldn't figure out why. maybe she'd explain later on.
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Unlike the conditions surrounding Comforting's disappearance, it was obvious where Waverly had gone, a small mercy considering the looming distress that was felt knowing that the bartender had been taken straight to the enemy. "Alright, I'm here. I'm going call a riverguard, including trainees, meeting to discuss potential ways to get her back. It's a possibility that Shadowclan wanted us to know that she's been captured, since their scent is obviously present. We can't rush into this and give them a reason to retaliate on a mass scale." The black smoke mewed, eyes showing his thought process.

// the meeting can buy some time, and I'll post link someone tomorrow. <3
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Jager joined the political talk, he never used have an interest, but since they had become increasingly present in his everyday life, the black smoke had founding himself developing a keeness for existing himself on them. He hadn't been aware of Spiderstar's close relationship with Radioactiveplauge, but in his opinion, the Stormclan leader would have been eliminated from the allegiance because of it - the information discussed was way too sensitive to take a risk. For now, though, the head riverguard stood close by, listening and nodding every one in a while. Upon hearing the Thunderclan deputy's words, Jager began to consider them himself: Spiderstar, despite not being no spring chicken, had a few more years in front of her, so they'd probably have to wait a whileuntil Stormclan could be considered. Though, perhaps a few convincing words to Stormclans's deputies could help them reach a quick decision when the current leader's reign finally came to an end.

// track & mobile. & I just noticed the deputy+ sorry!
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Jager sat by the blue tabby medicine cat, fur brushing hers. Jager was glad that one of the head Riverguards hadn't been chosen - with all the recent changes, the abundance of Riverguards as it is, the team needed stability, and another change wouldn't accomplish that. besides, Tadashi was a decent guy, he'd make a good deputy, though any successor of Warblerwing would have a tough job following up to it. the Siberian tiger would have a good go at it, but only time would tell. Jager had faith in Tadashi, he had both a sense of duty and a compassionate nature for his classmates. "Congratulations, Tadashi, you'll make Riverclan proud."
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Jager was the first to respond, "If that's the case then it's unlikely Riverclan will be targeted again, but we have to try and stop this exile, it's only a matter of time before he strikes again and the victim is a child." Even if an exiles Darkclanner was none of Riverclan's business, as soon as this murdering scum left Darkclan and killed one of their members, a respected position no less, he became Riverclan business, and had to be dealt with before another family was ruined because of it. "However, there's still the chance that Darkclan could be lying, we'll keep an eye on them, if Athena and Tadashi agree, but I believe that no action against them if necessary until evidence is provided that they are, or aren't guilty. Just in case." With matters like this, you could never be too cautious, especially if a life had already been taken. "Someone should also alert the clan to be wary on patrols, security should be increased around camp, and everyone should have a partner when leaving camp." Mere ideas, without agreement of someone higher in the hierarchy, but well-placed ideas. Jager could become very protective of his clan, particularly since his children had been born all those moons ago.
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No leads had come up yet on former Riverguard Trainee, Comforting, so Jager was desperate to rescue the bartender who had recently disappeared. luckily, they had a clear trail on where she had been taken to. "Riverguards and Riverguard Trainees!" The black smoke called out, his voice meaning business, with its serious and somewhat stern edge to it, but a clanmate's disappearance, especially a capturing, was no laughing matter. "I'm sure most of you are aware of the disappearance of Waverly Trials. At the scene, for those of you present, the scent of Shadowclan was present, leading me to believe that those scumbags have captured her." The Head Riverguard, speciallising in search and rescue, paused, allowing his words to sink in. Not for too long, though, there wasn't time to waste: Waverly could be being seriously injured and tortured for information, that as a Riverguard Trainee, she would've had more access to than a normal clanmate, though it was unknown as to whether she was targeted because of this. "Once again, Shadowclan believes themselves to be clever." At this moment, Jager's voice was but an irritated murmur, accompanied by a rolling of his eyes. "We can't let this stand, but we can't just rush into this either, Riverclan aren't barbarians. We need to think about this, think of a plan that enables us to rescue Waverly without causing minimal injuries to ourselves until some sort of plan is created with dealing with Shadowclan once and for all. Until then, our priority is rescuing Waverly." Hopefully, Frightfur would join him in this, because it was unlikely that Shadowclan would allow them to whisk Waverly away without a fight, and they needed to be prepared for the backlash. "Any ideas on how we can achieve this?"

_{// private meeting for Riverguard Trainees and up. c:}
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Link! <33
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Jager's ears were pricked, as he sat behind those moving closer, eager to hear Raspbel's idea. She had caused quite a commotion in the past so hopefully this would be able to make up for some of it. However, he didn't speak, as others already had.
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The Head Riverguard also joined the frey, announcing his arrival with a sharp nod as he looked over the stranger, sniffing the air slightly to identify the group, though he'd find that out soon enough anyway.
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How about a thread between these two?
Jager would probably disapprove of aster's attitude, which could lead to a lot of funny passive-aggressive comments between them. xD
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this was more of a job for Frightfur, as head of combat, but until someone else appeared to take over, jager had the most authority. "Sirenclan are neutrals to us, as far as I know? Why should we help you, is this 'Sparrowstar' going to affect us, and what are the actions of your leader to make you want to rise up in mutiny?" Of course, he wouldn't just wait around, he had to get some useful information from the femme.

[ninja'd xD]
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Jager had keen eyesight, able to spot things that usually most would miss, but it seemed to only work a certain way: the most subtle of things were what he could spot, but it had happened more than once where Jager had completely missed what was right in front of him. Luckily, this was not the case here, probably because of the recent dissappearances from Riverclan, it made him more alert, more conscious of his surroundings. "Are you alright? You're in Riverclan. His voice was soft, in order to not spook the tabby tom, he already looked a little nervous, so Jager padded towards the two, sparing a small glance towards Tadashi before turning back to the stranger in question.
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