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omg
It's my job to acknowledge these.

I acknowledge your inactivity, Inno.
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|| Jager x loner ||
leader x npc ;;
starting age ;; One year
species & litter slots ;; Domestic feline - 3 Slots
other requirements ;; Will know that they were the result of a one night stand a long time ago.
Loner names by birth but you are welcome to change them IC
Must stay in Riverclan for at least 2 weeks real-time

|| npc x npc ||
n/a x n/a ;;
starting age ;; 3 Months to 1 year
species & litter slots ;; Any - 3 Slots
other requirements ;; Basket Litter - assume they had been found on the border
Any naming theme
Must stay active in Riverclan for 2 weeks real-time

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Hiya frenchie!

How you doin'?
Welcome to Riverclan. <3
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Welcome to Riverclan, you two!

Is that better?
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Maybe a friendship building thread between these two?
Jager can either be really chill or really formal, but at the moment, he's more tense, so perhaps talking to her can loosen him up a bit?
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This would Jager's first meeting as the new official leader of Riverclan. He had sat and watched as Frenchstar, Athena and then Tadashi sit here, all being promoted suddenly and quickly after the other. Not it was his turn, the tom had been feeling a little out of place in his own body recently, but those thoughts had been pushed out of his mind to make place for a nagging anxiety as the feline paced his room. Eventually, he emerged from his domain and leapt onto a higher platform on the deck, calling out. "Riverclan, please gather for a meeting!" Unfortunately, this meeting wouldn't have his clanmates in the highest of spirits, but he knew it would have to be done, hopefully so would they. With that said, Jager waited for his clanmates to surround him, shifting slightly as he went through what the content of the meeting would be in his head.
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sticky - Link
Thank you!
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They'll be given out in the meeting. :-)
No badges for the titles, unfortunately.
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Afterlife, Supernatural, Baroquemusic are the kits, if you still want them. ^^
You can jump right in. there's also some HP Tryouts going on for Riverclan is any of you want to check that out.

There is another litter of a one-night stand, as a note.
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"Hopefully allies? Tell them we'll consider them neutrals for now, and see how it goes before changing them to allies." The rumble of Jager's voice came softly as the dark-furred feline approached, glancing at those present before his grey orbs settled on his son. "Is the Stadt pro or anti?" He added as an after-thought.
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That didn't sit well with Jager, at least with Skyclan, you knew where you stood. It appeared the Stadt, were going to go for anyone they fancied. That could cause some trouble with Riverclan's allies. "Yes, I would." He'd still listen to them, though, it was only polite.
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track!
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The leader approached, moving to stand at Pyresong's side. Jager had participated in a few spars, though in most cases, his partner simply hadn't shown up. Still, the dark-furred feline considered himself od some skill when it came to combat, he was of average ability. Jager was able to hold his own against an opponent, even a larger one, but when they started using powers that they had trained years to control, he was at a bit of a disadvantage. Jager didn't fret, though, it was something he'd have to work on, better himself.

His steel-coloured eyes fell solely on his son, after mewing a gruff greeting to the thirty-nine moon old tom he stood next to. Out of all his children, Wildpaw was the most actively seen, followed by Brooklynpaw, so Jager had subconsciously high hopes for his inky-black child. Even if Wild didn't win this fight, which would be perfectly okay with him, Jager would expect to see some quick-thinking from the serious apprentice. Sitting down, Jager resigned himself to watching how this would all play out, noting that the move from Ironpaw was clever, but there was a large chance that Wildpaw would have seen what he was up to. Whether Wild would understand, or move out of the way in time would be what Jager would be watching out for.
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Either rose must've been before his time in Riverclan, or she had simply escaped the tom's divided attention, since when he had first joined, his focus had been quickly swept up by a particular blue tabby female, who's name now only caused melancholy nostalgia. The black smoke tom padded beside the cyborg, dark grey eyes examining the calico femme for a couple moments, noting the shade of blue that were her eyes. "Welcome back, you're always welcome in Riverclan," The leader greeted, tail flicking slightly behind him. It was then that the faint smell of Shadowclan entered the air he breathed in, he tasted it on his tongue, confirming the origin. He wasn't overly concerned, though, the feud with Shadowclan had cooled down considerably in the recent moons, so rose wouldn't be counted as a potential threat, even if he would be keeping an eye on her, just in case. "I'm Jager, the leader here. Who was the leader when you were last here?" That would give him a sense of time as to when the calico in question had been around, which wouldn't really matter, but it would be interesting to know.
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tw- for description of pain - not too detailed, but I'm adding this just in case.

As of late, the usually calm feline had become quite restless and the need to walk and just generally move had been increasing for days now. He couldn't place the feeling, but it reminded him of the feeling when he first joined Riverclan. the nagging obnoxious pull to certain members had him puzzled, even concerned, but eventually it was revealed by his now deceased sister that Jager was part of a sibling bond that bound them together. They grew up together but parted in early childhood, so none of his siblings were familiar faces to him, unless you counted the eerie feeling that screamed that deep inside, Jager did know them, which turned out to be correct. By sheer chance, or perhaps more than a coincidence, Skippingstone's had been blessed with a photographic memory, enabling her to remember everything that had happened. To her it had been like a game, choosing to reveal it to the siblings in a tone that greatly upset some of his siblings, and himself. Yet, he had always thought that Skippy would excel in the ranks: she was bright, friendly and everyone who met her? Loved her.

Thoughts of the past were thrown around in his head, in desperate attempts to forget, or even just lessen, the tight hold that gripped Jager, the urge to just... move. It was getting too much and the tom had ran around the island twice, feeling and fighting against the effects of exhaustion so he could move like his mind demanded, even if his body screamed, begged for him to stop. Eventually it was getting too much and the panting feline collapsed, against his mind's intentions, he squirmed around on the ground for bit, all the while his inner voice was growling about how undignified and humiliating this was. It was a wonder how he could he it, knowing how his mind only occupied one thought, and that it didn't include fears about his appearance, only that moving would hopefully soothe this unforgiving sensation.

But before, Jager could forcibly push himself back onto his paws, there was a sickening snap, followed by an overload of excruciating pain. Before he could fully register the agony, there were more snaps, and Jager could suddenly feel his entire body shudder and move. Bones began to snap and bend, reform into something else., all the while Jager's attention was split between resisting the urge to throw up and stopping himself from looking at what was going on with his body. The cracks and snaps only lasted for a few moments later, but it felt like hours of writhing pain that he was unable to escape from, before it gradually began to subside, the agonizing stabs loosing intensity and slowly ebbing away until they disappeared comepletely. Gasping and gulping down the air like it was the very essence of life, or like a man who had nearly drowned, Jager sat up, a whimper slipping out of his mouth before he could stop it.

It was then that Jager finally clocked on to what had happened, mainly with the huge clue that out of the primal noises that domestic feline make, a whimper of that level shouldn't be possible. A long time ago, something like this had happened before, but only for a few moments, and not to this degree of sheer agony. the undeniable feeling that your body was suddenly unfamiliar, undeniably yours but something you hadn't lived in. So, with this in his mind, he wasn't totally surprised when he finally looked at himself, turning his head to see sleek black fur, lean muscles, claws that were much larger than they used to be. At least he was still a cat, but now not of the domestic kind. Instead of a small-built black smoke, stood a larger, dangerous black leopard. Maybe it was the sudden ascension of power, came the surge of something that created this? Whatever the reason for the sudden change of bodies, Jager felt a lot more apt at defending now. He hoped his clanmates would agree. Still a little shaken, but feeling stronger with every pawstep, the leader made his way back to camp, all the way onto the deck on the steamboat.
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Is she a domestic feline?
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In his younger days, Jager had been a bit of a stud, but love hadn't come easy to him. As much as he liked and respected the she-cats he was with at the time, he'd never felt the need to stay, not like he did with Minnie. Though this being said, Jager hadn't even thought of the possibility that he could have impregnated these females, his youthful mind had not even spared it a thought that he may have actually been a father for a whole year without even realizing it. Unbeknownst to the jaguar, Jager had another litter as a result of his wild, younger days, but they weren't here yet. Whether he would come to see that as a blessing or a curse, would be revealed soon enough.

In his new body, which still felt a little odd to him, he approached the scene, catching his name once or twice and the three stranger's particularly strange reaction towards his children. At first, the leader didn't catch on to the situation, having been behind his classmates on sussing out the situation, but as he neared, he realized there was something undeniably familiar about these three. Supernatural especially. For a couple seconds, that felt longer to Jager than they really were, he stared at the three siblings, examining them with grey-silver eyes, until it came to him: memories of a time long ago rushed into the front of his mind of a night spent with a red tabby with glinting green eyes, seductive, sultry but for only a night. "Oh." the words slipped out of his mouth with much less emotion than would've been appropriate for someone who'd just found out that he'd been an father for a extra year. "I'm Jager." His sentences were short and snappy, but he was still getting to grips with what was happening. Tail flicking behind him as the big-cat came closer to the joiners. "I remember your mother," But not by name, he thought, hoping the conversation wouldn't steer in that direction. "Your ages seem to correlate to the time we spent together, so... yes, I'm your father. Though, it seems you already jumped to that conclusion. You can all stay for a while, if you want. We can get to know each other."
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Seeing that a decent amount of Riverclanners had gathered, Jager judged that the meeting could go ahead. As he gazed into the crowd, he could pick out all the faces he had yet to meet, new joiners, or recently returned, it didn't matter because seeing them filled him with a certain kind of hope, equal to that of when the older Riverclanner's faces were present in the crowd. Huffing slightly, Jager began to speak. "For those who don't know me yet, I am Jager. The new, or newish, leader of Riverclan." The newer members wouldn't remember those who led before him, but it was those who did that had Jager slightly nervous, but he couldn't allow his doubts to effect him. "We have a few events coming up, but if you think of any suggestions, no matter how small or what for, feel free to create a thread IC or not. Riverclan thrives on events, and with the links to our allies only just being patched up, including them in your suggestions will really help."

Now it was time to move onto the worst part of the meeting, the part that he never looked forward to, even when he didn't have to choose who they were. "No promotions this time, but there are some demotions." He paused, recounting the names in his head as he'd done only moments before the meeting had been called. "Hazelstep has died and is therefore not a riverguard any longer. A vigil will be held for her soon. Hana, I'm afraid I haven't seen you enough so you are back to being a riverguard." It felt better than in his head, and he quickly remembered something from the last 'meeting,' the clan had had. "Waverly, I can't remember whether you were put on probation or anything, but if you were, you're not anymore." That was slightly better, but then came the hardest choice he'd had to make this meeting, more for personal reasons, though. "Minnowscales, I'm afraid you're demoted. Medicine cats are one the most important ranks, they need to socialize with the clan." His head hung slightly low, unable to look the blue and white tabby in the eyes until he'd finished speaking.

"This leaves us at a difficult position in the medical aspect," His eyes searched the crowd, looking for a particular character in the gathered Riverclanner's. "Cassius, I want you to step in as the temporary medic, until there's a fitting replacement. You can hold the tryouts to find a medic and trainee when you like, if you want to, of course." Jager wasn't sure why he'd picked the rusty-red canine to step in, but it felt right.

Now onto more happier news, "Pixel and Ivylee as the two highest scoring members in the Summer tournament, you both receive the title of 'Loyalist.' You've both done Riverclan proud, and I hope you better continue to." The end of his voice had a teasing lilt to his tone, as he switched his gaze onto the two. "Also, we have a blind dating event with Skyclan as an ode to our established neutral status." For now, that would be all he'd say, but anything the inky cat had forgotten would have to be added at the end, for now, Jager would gauge his members reactions.
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His tail lashed, listening to the harsh words directed not only at him, but his younger offspring also. Inside his head, the rational Jager, couldn't help but admire Honeypaw and Wild jumping to his and each other's defense, there was a burst of pride inside his chest, but his attention was drawn to more pressing matters. "I didn't know you existed." It was really a pathetic excuse, but it was the truth, and the only one he had. "My and your mother only spent a night together. It was fun but there was no further contact." The insatiable wanderlust that drove Jager to place after place had burned brightly back in his youth, but even so, it couldn't have ben hard for their mother to ask around and track him down. "If I had..." His voice trailed off, a feeling of anger washed over him, directed at the mother of his older children, Jager had been cheated out of fatherhood, but he forced the feeling out of his head - this wasn't, couldn't be about him.

Inside, the leader knew that their harsh reactions and hatred towards him was understandable, appropriate for the situation. He knew that he should be pulling out all the stops, but the big-cat was really at a loss about how he could deal with this. He found himself wishing for Cryingangel and Ivylee to come back, their presence would soothe him. for a few seconds, he stared intently at his paws as if hoping that the answer to make everything right would be written on them. "I can see that you're all tired. That can make tempers fray. You're welcome to stay, sleep it off. We can talk about this later in a more private setting." The shadow of a cat moved to stand a little in front of his younger offspring, he didn't want them to witness anymore of this ruined idea of a family reunion. He'd have to explain it all to them later, he wasn't even sure whether they'd had the talk yet. Minnowscales. He dreaded to think of what was going around her head, the one woman who he'd give anything for. "I'm sorry about this. It's not the way I wanted this to happen, not how I'd want you to meet me, if I had known."

He turned to Honeypaw then, for the first time realizing that his daughter was a bit of a firecracker. He wavered on his discipline of her, not really wanting to do it. inside he actually felt relatively amused, not that he showed it, Honeypaw was developing her own personality, and he had missed it. "Honeypaw." He settled for just her name, spoken in a stern tone, because he didn't really want to, the pride in his chest faint but positively there, though the bewilderment and the tiniest hint of pride was evident in his eyes for the time he turned to the ginger tabby.

_{// I'll make a private thread for the siblings & Jager.
Both litters. xD}

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