Coldstar, Nettleplume & Kosmo
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RiverClan, across from the River Thicket, opposite side between the two trees
8

Survival demands caution, but greatness requires daring
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The storm had broken in the night, leaving the world rinsed clean. Droplets still clung to the grass, glittering in the morning light, and the air carried that sharp wet earth scent that followed thunder. Kosmo sat in the hush of it all, a tall silhouette between two broad oaks whose roots gripped the bank like claws.
His raven circled once above, then dropped low, settling with a guttural croak in the crook of a branch. The cinnamon tom’s mismatched gaze followed her briefly before returning to the open stretch of RiverClan land ahead. The raven did well to fetch the one whom he wanted to speak to. He didn’t often tread this close to the Clans...not without reason. But reason had been delivered in the dark hours and carried on the raven’s wings.
The killer rogue.
Kosmo’s jaw tightened, the phantom taste of blood rising at the thought of what his bird had shown him. WindClan’s healer, torn and bleeding into the mud...Medicine cats were supposed to be untouchable within the Clans - even in war. That line crossed meant something, evident by his fitful rest even with the aide of poppy.
He had no use for a mad rogue. Not when she turned the forest into a graveyard.
So he waited now, half tail tip twitching once against the roots, ears pricked for the tread of RiverClan paws. He would tell Coldgaze now. Perhaps RiverClan would do what the others hadn’t.
ThunderClan’s ruin could wait. The killer rogue would not.
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Cottonbright, ♀ Anxious Senior Warrior
Nettleplume, ♂ Cynical Medicine Cat
Merrypaw, ♀ Steadfast Apprentice
Otterwhisker, ♀ Adventurous Elder
Tangleloon, ♂ Whimsical Elder
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Brindlespice, ♀ Selfish Warrior
Bravesong, ♂ Gracious Elder
Leopardrose, ♀ Striving Warrior
Wildcry, ♀ Fierce Elder
Rimekit, ♀ Rowdy kit
FROM WINDCLAN:
Cloudflare, ♂ Suave Senior Warrior
Barleyswipe, ⚧ Ornery Elder
Heatherpaw, ♀ Sincere Apprentice
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Palestar, ♀ Stern Leader
Honeyglow, ♂ Reserved Elder
Emberdust, ♀ Artless Warrior
Duskmantle, ♂ Opportunistic Warrior
FROM WHITEHART & BEYOND:
Ahryndae, ♀ Princess of Camelot
Lelouch Von Noon, ♂ Marquess of Noon Cattery
Kosmo, ♂ Visionary Feral
Montgomery (Monty), ♂ Sentimental Semi-Feral
Coldstar led the way through Riverclan territory, following the trail of black feathers in the direction he last saw the dark bird. Nettleplume was pressed to his side; he's all but abandoned his ornery patient when Coldstar had appeared in his den with news of the raven alighting in the Twinwillows.
"I told you the bird follows his orders." He tilted his head up at the sky, scenting for anything beyond the smell of moist dirt. He didn't want to worry the Medicine cat too much in the moment however, so he tried to switch the topic to something more grounding. At least for Nettleplume.
"Is Bloomfire well?" He hadn't spoken to her since their agreement, but it was easy for everyone in the clan to see her progression. "She seems... the same, if I'm being honest." He wasn't sure what he expected. Bloomfire had never wanted kits - her exasperation with her reduced duties wasn't suprising. He just hoped she would stick around long enough to wean her - his kits.
Characters:
Coldstar: (he/him) Ruthless Riverclan Leader
Lawn Gnome: (she/her) Motherly Semi-Feral Shecat
Redthicket: (he/him) Calm Shadowclan Warrior
Sootbounce: (he/him) Bubbly Shadowclan Warrior
Sturgeonpaw: (he/him) Altruistic Riverclan Apprentice
Sunstrike: (she/her) Anxious Thunderclan Queen
NPCs:
Quailcall: (she/her) Fierce Thunderclan Warrior

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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Nettleplume kept his pace steady beside Coldstar, paws dampened by the softened earth. The raven’s black feathers here and there along the path set his fur prickling, though he kept his expression schooled.
At the sound of Bloomfire’s name, his ears flicked, and he glanced at the tom beside him. "She’s well enough. Her appetite has stayed steady which is more than I can say for most queens this far along." He slowed briefly to skirt a patch of dew heavy grass before continuing.
"She’s near the end now. A couple of weeks... give or take. I’d expect two kits perhaps three, her frame doesn’t suggest more but I won’t wager more than that until the day comes." A faint hum escaped him, thoughtful more than warm. "So long as she keeps her strength up, I don’t see cause for worry. Everything’s progressing as it should."
He cast Coldstar a sideways look, blue eyes narrowing slightly. "But you’ll need to be ready... Queens can get protective or tempramental, especially first time queens." His whiskers twitched faintly, a dry edge creeping into his voice. "She's never struck me as the type to have kits. If you have any specific concerns you can tell me. "
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Cottonbright, ♀ Anxious Senior Warrior
Nettleplume, ♂ Cynical Medicine Cat
Merrypaw, ♀ Steadfast Apprentice
Otterwhisker, ♀ Adventurous Elder
Tangleloon, ♂ Whimsical Elder
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Brindlespice, ♀ Selfish Warrior
Bravesong, ♂ Gracious Elder
Leopardrose, ♀ Striving Warrior
Wildcry, ♀ Fierce Elder
Rimekit, ♀ Rowdy kit
FROM WINDCLAN:
Cloudflare, ♂ Suave Senior Warrior
Barleyswipe, ⚧ Ornery Elder
Heatherpaw, ♀ Sincere Apprentice
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Palestar, ♀ Stern Leader
Honeyglow, ♂ Reserved Elder
Emberdust, ♀ Artless Warrior
Duskmantle, ♂ Opportunistic Warrior
FROM WHITEHART & BEYOND:
Ahryndae, ♀ Princess of Camelot
Lelouch Von Noon, ♂ Marquess of Noon Cattery
Kosmo, ♂ Visionary Feral
Montgomery (Monty), ♂ Sentimental Semi-Feral
He didn't gave any specific concerns. He had many, many general concerns. Far reaching concerns. Potentially irrational concerns.
"Well. She doesn't seem keen to stay a queen for long. I just wonder how long does it take kits to be weaned?" He tried to be nonchalant, but his raised hackles and the edge to his voice gave him away. "We don't have any nursing cats at the moment."
Bloomfire seemed livid with him for the delay in her Senior Warrior ceremony - there was a nagging sensation in the back of his mind that she might hurt his kits to hurt him. There were three cats stuck relying on this tenuous situation and absolutely nothing he could do about it.
Or maybe Nettle was right. Maybe she'd become insufferably protective. He'd prefer that. "I hope you are right."
Characters:
Coldstar: (he/him) Ruthless Riverclan Leader
Lawn Gnome: (she/her) Motherly Semi-Feral Shecat
Redthicket: (he/him) Calm Shadowclan Warrior
Sootbounce: (he/him) Bubbly Shadowclan Warrior
Sturgeonpaw: (he/him) Altruistic Riverclan Apprentice
Sunstrike: (she/her) Anxious Thunderclan Queen
NPCs:
Quailcall: (she/her) Fierce Thunderclan Warrior

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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Nettleplume’s ear flicked at the strain laced through Coldstar’s voice, the edge that betrayed what his words tried to hide. He let the silence hang for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead before answering with his usual clipped steadiness.
"Six to eight weeks usually. Sometimes less... By then they’ll be lapping prey on their own and only going to Bloomfire for comfort, not survival." His tail brushed low against the wet earth as they walked. "It won’t be a permanent burden on her or on the Clan. Even if she’s eager to cast the role aside, it won’t tie her for long."
He tilted his head, blue eyes narrowing just slightly as he considered the possibilities of Bloomfire somehow abandoning her litter. His worries wouldn't change the natural pace of things, and it would be best to placate Bloomfire when possible. "If she wants to shred your ears for delaying her ceremony for your kits, best let her."
Nettleplume’s gaze sharpened for a moment, something harder lurking beneath. He wasn't very experienced yet at all with the subject of kits. Lilyriver had been an exceptional first time. Everything had managed to go well despite the queen's age and Skykit and Galekit were hitting their milestones so far. What would make a queen turn on their own kits? - it was a question, while fascinating, made him not so eager to explore.
"I don't think your concern isn't warranted...I'll be sure to check up often on her. If she does somehow turn on them, you'll hear it from me before harm comes." His tone was not just a promise of comfort, but of vigilance.
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Cottonbright, ♀ Anxious Senior Warrior
Nettleplume, ♂ Cynical Medicine Cat
Merrypaw, ♀ Steadfast Apprentice
Otterwhisker, ♀ Adventurous Elder
Tangleloon, ♂ Whimsical Elder
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Brindlespice, ♀ Selfish Warrior
Bravesong, ♂ Gracious Elder
Leopardrose, ♀ Striving Warrior
Wildcry, ♀ Fierce Elder
Rimekit, ♀ Rowdy kit
FROM WINDCLAN:
Cloudflare, ♂ Suave Senior Warrior
Barleyswipe, ⚧ Ornery Elder
Heatherpaw, ♀ Sincere Apprentice
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Palestar, ♀ Stern Leader
Honeyglow, ♂ Reserved Elder
Emberdust, ♀ Artless Warrior
Duskmantle, ♂ Opportunistic Warrior
FROM WHITEHART & BEYOND:
Ahryndae, ♀ Princess of Camelot
Lelouch Von Noon, ♂ Marquess of Noon Cattery
Kosmo, ♂ Visionary Feral
Montgomery (Monty), ♂ Sentimental Semi-Feral
Coldstar laughed at Nettleplume's suggestion, more out of suprise than the comment being funny. "So she's spreading rumors, is she? Problem is, I don't have a lot of ear left to shred."
Why wasn't he suprised? The one thing he had asked her to do and she couldn't keep her jaw shut.
But he trusted Nettleplume. "I did ask her to not tell anyone. But you know how it is with her. If she does anything to them, Nettle I-" He stopped himself before a something too damning came out.
The two Riverclanners crossed into a clearing, and Coldstar caught sight of the lone orange cat seated between two oak trees. So he was here. The ever unpredictable loner. He flicked his tail for Nettleplume to stop and regarded the tom from a distance.
Characters:
Coldstar: (he/him) Ruthless Riverclan Leader
Lawn Gnome: (she/her) Motherly Semi-Feral Shecat
Redthicket: (he/him) Calm Shadowclan Warrior
Sootbounce: (he/him) Bubbly Shadowclan Warrior
Sturgeonpaw: (he/him) Altruistic Riverclan Apprentice
Sunstrike: (she/her) Anxious Thunderclan Queen
NPCs:
Quailcall: (she/her) Fierce Thunderclan Warrior

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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Nettleplume drew up short as Coldstar’s tail flick cut their pace, pale blue eyes sliding ahead to the flash of orange waiting between the oaks. His whiskers twitched once, ears angling forward with a sure, measured interest.
So this was the cat that Coldstar spoke of?
Nettleplume shifted his weight, tailtip curling low but his posture unflinching. "Well." He murmured, voice dry. "I’d say you’ve got your paws full already." His gaze narrowed slightly, scanning the stranger’s stillness, the distance between them and the way the tom held himself.
His head tipped just enough toward Coldstar. He would not step back and allow him to simply leave him behind, but rather walk at his flank as a show of strength. And trust.

Survival demands caution, but greatness requires daring
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Kosmo’s ears pricked as the two pelts cut across the dew damp clearing. Coldgaze and a second, paler tom shadowing his flank. The raven croaked low overhead, wings rustling, and Kosmo’s mismatched gaze slid from bird to cats with a cool, measuring ease.
"So, he comes with company..." He murmured, tone neither sharp nor soft giving an undetermined lit as if he may be talking to the bird and not to his guests. His half tail twitched once against the oak root as he rose to his paws. "Had I known I’d have plucked some tansy from my garden... Would’ve made a better first impression on a medicine cat." The dry quip lingered a moment, but the weight of it was deliberate. He was curious to meet the medicine cat of RiverClan.
Kosmo’s gaze lingered on Nettleplume, long enough to show he’d taken his measure, before sliding back to Coldstar. His voice steadied, low but carrying. "But it’s not herbs I bring. It’s knowledge. And knowledge... well… it weighs heavier than snow laden leaves."
He let silence stretch before he stretched forward in a pointed stretch. Then, finally, a flicker of his jaw as he spoke again. "My raven brought me something last night. Blood where no blood should have been. Not prey... Not by chance. A line crossed." He left it there, eyes narrowing just enough that it invited question, even as he kept the heart of what he knew clenched tight.
"RiverClan values its borders. The forest's balance... So do I. And when balance is threatened, I’d sooner see it steadied than broken... That’s why I’m here." His chin lifted slightly, the barest tilt of provocation or challenge, unreadable behind his mismatched eyes.
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Cottonbright, ♀ Anxious Senior Warrior
Nettleplume, ♂ Cynical Medicine Cat
Merrypaw, ♀ Steadfast Apprentice
Otterwhisker, ♀ Adventurous Elder
Tangleloon, ♂ Whimsical Elder
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Brindlespice, ♀ Selfish Warrior
Bravesong, ♂ Gracious Elder
Leopardrose, ♀ Striving Warrior
Wildcry, ♀ Fierce Elder
Rimekit, ♀ Rowdy kit
FROM WINDCLAN:
Cloudflare, ♂ Suave Senior Warrior
Barleyswipe, ⚧ Ornery Elder
Heatherpaw, ♀ Sincere Apprentice
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Palestar, ♀ Stern Leader
Honeyglow, ♂ Reserved Elder
Emberdust, ♀ Artless Warrior
Duskmantle, ♂ Opportunistic Warrior
FROM WHITEHART & BEYOND:
Ahryndae, ♀ Princess of Camelot
Lelouch Von Noon, ♂ Marquess of Noon Cattery
Kosmo, ♂ Visionary Feral
Montgomery (Monty), ♂ Sentimental Semi-Feral
"Kosmo." Nettleplume came up beside him, his eyes flicking curiously at the odd tom. Even though the medicine cat wasn't a fighter somehow having another cat with him made meeting the loner much less nerve wracking. At least Nettle would be able to run back to camp if anything went wrong.
"This is Nettleplume; he requested a meeting after our last.... chat." Coldstar's scar prickled at the memory.
Blood where blood should not be... he hadn't heard any news of battles in the forest. In fact, he hadn't heard hide nor hair of Kosmo on Thunderclan territory either. Perhaps he was all bark and no bite - so to speak. "I'm a busy cat, Kosmo. Are you going to speak plainly, or must we talk in circles? If there is disorder in the forest, I would see it addressed."
Coldstar closed the distance a bit, coming up to the roots of the double trees, his eyes flicking up to address the dark bird in the branches. He had been training since his last bought with Kosmo. And now he had the favor of Starclan on his side. There was very little he had to fear.
Characters:
Coldstar: (he/him) Ruthless Riverclan Leader
Lawn Gnome: (she/her) Motherly Semi-Feral Shecat
Redthicket: (he/him) Calm Shadowclan Warrior
Sootbounce: (he/him) Bubbly Shadowclan Warrior
Sturgeonpaw: (he/him) Altruistic Riverclan Apprentice
Sunstrike: (she/her) Anxious Thunderclan Queen
NPCs:
Quailcall: (she/her) Fierce Thunderclan Warrior

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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Nettleplume’s ears tipped forward, blue gaze trained sharply on tom as each word unspooled. He turned them over in silence, mind sifting as if through herb stems, pulling apart what was fresh from what was rot.
"So you're Kosmo. Hn."
Kosmo seemingly both made light of herbs and claimed to hold secrets. He wanted leverage, and his thoughts raced at their meaning. Coldstar might have been clueless, but the medicine cat's eyes narrowed. His tail flicked once, betraying the tension creeping up his spine. The raven overhead croaked again and unease prickled through his pelt like a burr caught deep. Last night was the Moonstone. StarClan’s warnings still clawing fresh. And now blood… it fit too neatly.
Outwardly, his expression stayed tight, controlled. He angled a brief look toward Coldstar, voice clipped but dry. "If he’s going to make himself useful, I’d rather see proof than poetry."
Inside though he was already bracing for the worst.

Survival demands caution, but greatness requires daring
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Kosmo’s whiskers twitched at Nettleplume’s words. Proof. A faint smirk ghosted his muzzle, gone as quickly as it came. He let the raven answer first...a sharp croak from above, as if punctuating the tension before he finally inclined his head where the branches above seemed to cloak the tom in shadow. "Plain, then."His voice carried low and sure, no wasted breath."The Rogue has struck again. Last night. My raven followed her through the storm." His mismatched eyes hardened, fixing first on Nettleplume then on Coldstar. "Two medicine cats have been attacked and mauled. The orange she-cat of WindClan has paid the price for it. She's dead...or very near to it. A patrol managed to bring her back to camp.
His claws flexed once against the oak root, the only sign of strain breaking through the calm front. Regarding the Clan rites, medicine cats weren't to be touched by teeth or claws. They would know better than most what this could mean. "A line is crossed, she holds nothing sacred. She is cursed, bringing madness and death to our land."
Kosmo’s gaze lingered, letting the weight of the words sink clear. Then with deliberate calculation, his half tail gave a single flick. "That’s why I came to you, Coldgaze. I don’t bleed for nothing. I know what happens if this goes unanswered. I've seen it." His jaw tightened, and though his tone stayed steady, a rare crack of sincerity cut through the measured cadence.
"I can't lead the charge, but I hope to join you...wherever this information takes you."
Hopefully right to WindClan's door.
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Cottonbright, ♀ Anxious Senior Warrior
Nettleplume, ♂ Cynical Medicine Cat
Merrypaw, ♀ Steadfast Apprentice
Otterwhisker, ♀ Adventurous Elder
Tangleloon, ♂ Whimsical Elder
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Brindlespice, ♀ Selfish Warrior
Bravesong, ♂ Gracious Elder
Leopardrose, ♀ Striving Warrior
Wildcry, ♀ Fierce Elder
Rimekit, ♀ Rowdy kit
FROM WINDCLAN:
Cloudflare, ♂ Suave Senior Warrior
Barleyswipe, ⚧ Ornery Elder
Heatherpaw, ♀ Sincere Apprentice
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Palestar, ♀ Stern Leader
Honeyglow, ♂ Reserved Elder
Emberdust, ♀ Artless Warrior
Duskmantle, ♂ Opportunistic Warrior
FROM WHITEHART & BEYOND:
Ahryndae, ♀ Princess of Camelot
Lelouch Von Noon, ♂ Marquess of Noon Cattery
Kosmo, ♂ Visionary Feral
Montgomery (Monty), ♂ Sentimental Semi-Feral
A dead medicine cat. Coldstar took to pacing, his ears pinned flat against his skull. He had no love for the other clans - although Windclan was by far his favourite neighbours. But this wasn't about clan loyalty. Medicine cats were outside of those rules and so if one was threatened all were threatened.
With a heavy sigh, he settled again next to Nettleplume. "We already had plans in the work regarding this loner. This news only accelerates things." It wasn't like he could share this with the whole of Riverclan. Cinderwisp, Otterwhisker, Boldstrike... and a handful of others would know.
There was opportunity here if he chose to grasp it. But the thought of a potentially dead medicine cat - Pipertuft, if he remembered correctly from the gatherings - weighed heavy on his shoulders. In another life, in another time, the victim could very well have been Nettleplume.
Characters:
Coldstar: (he/him) Ruthless Riverclan Leader
Lawn Gnome: (she/her) Motherly Semi-Feral Shecat
Redthicket: (he/him) Calm Shadowclan Warrior
Sootbounce: (he/him) Bubbly Shadowclan Warrior
Sturgeonpaw: (he/him) Altruistic Riverclan Apprentice
Sunstrike: (she/her) Anxious Thunderclan Queen
NPCs:
Quailcall: (she/her) Fierce Thunderclan Warrior

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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Nettleplume’s breath slipped slow between his teeth, a measured exhale as Coldstar’s pacing dragged his thoughts into darker places. Kosmo’s words still rang like thunder in his skull.
Pipertuft. It must be her. StarClan help her... The name pressed against his ribs like a thorn, though he did not voice it aloud. He had seen her only last night, tail tucked low, unease clinging to her like mist. Now...
His claws pressed lightly into the softened earth, as though anchoring himself. Medicine cats weren’t meant to be touched. Every law, every oath bound them apart from the ordinary tides of violence. For that line to be broken... it wasn’t just wrong, it was dangerous. StarClan’s fury would not sit idle.
When Coldstar’s pawsteps finally stilled, Nettleplume shifted closer at his side, his pale gaze sharp and steady. "Then it seems our plans aren’t ours anymore." He said, voice low and edged. "Obviously this rogue has no reverence for the code. She spits on StarClan. This should be our burden to bare... Perhaps we should confirm with WindClan. Send a group to show our support."
His whiskers twitched, not in amusement, but in that restless, analytic way of his. His eyes narrowed faintly, the faintest ripple of anger stirring beneath his usually cool surface. "If Pipertuft is gone then no one is safe." His tone thinned to a whisper as his eyes drifted to the ruffled black creature above Kosmo.
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Cottonbright, ♀ Anxious Senior Warrior
Nettleplume, ♂ Cynical Medicine Cat
Merrypaw, ♀ Steadfast Apprentice
Otterwhisker, ♀ Adventurous Elder
Tangleloon, ♂ Whimsical Elder
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Brindlespice, ♀ Selfish Warrior
Bravesong, ♂ Gracious Elder
Leopardrose, ♀ Striving Warrior
Wildcry, ♀ Fierce Elder
Rimekit, ♀ Rowdy kit
FROM WINDCLAN:
Cloudflare, ♂ Suave Senior Warrior
Barleyswipe, ⚧ Ornery Elder
Heatherpaw, ♀ Sincere Apprentice
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Palestar, ♀ Stern Leader
Honeyglow, ♂ Reserved Elder
Emberdust, ♀ Artless Warrior
Duskmantle, ♂ Opportunistic Warrior
FROM WHITEHART & BEYOND:
Ahryndae, ♀ Princess of Camelot
Lelouch Von Noon, ♂ Marquess of Noon Cattery
Kosmo, ♂ Visionary Feral
Montgomery (Monty), ♂ Sentimental Semi-Feral