𝗕𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 ╱ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Sunstar would be so willing to write it away as a neutrality... that his warrior trespassed allegedly for the sake of helping a RiverClanner (when had they ever been known for such generosity?) and that her not simply tearing him to shreds when they'd released him wasn't a favor in itself. How many strikes was that now? A supposed four, if the second murder on her borders was truly justified and not just a pointless scuffle. Four times... and he cows about being a victim.
  
  The shadow-crested leader from the marshes finds her with a steady gaze and swears by an alliance... a bond forged in fury and mutual betrayal by their neighbor. It wasn't WindClan's best plan... to spark all its borders with new embers and wonder why it would be set ablaze a second time. "Speak foul of... our dead... one more time," she growls as Sunstar insists that Smokestar's kindness had been insincere. That his willingness to let them leech in the same copse they'd murdered RiverClanners in (another act of trespass, ha! What a surprise!) was anything but selfless kindness. "Smokestar's choice... was a kindness... You should learn... from Scorchstreak... and ask instead of steal." Where was that molly anyways? Lichenstar would be surprised her leader would be half so bold when someone in possession of a single brain-cell was nearby to reign him in.
  
  The sky must do all the work, as ever... encroaching on their spittle-wild arguments by blotting out the light above. Her tail lashes, squinting up at the cloud cover with distaste... This is the second time WindClan's caused such outrage from the stars. They truly are a blighted group... it is no small wonder their leader has any lives gifted to him at all.
  
  Eyes of sap-colored ichor find her with a frustrated distaste held at her tongue. Orangestar and Howlingstar had said very little, and not really given the chance to say much at all, but at least the SkyClan leader had the forethought not to cast judgement from a podium of hypocrisy before leaving. The suggestion they ought to share news at their borders is a welcome one, obliged by a brief nod and a flick of tattered ears, "Of course..." Foxtail's cry from the base of the stones is enough to remind her not to delay- "Travel safe, Orangestar."
  
  The striped cat leaps from her spot amongst the others leaders, pausing beside her stand-in deputy with a brief, apologetic glance. This shouldn't have been his introduction... but wasn't that always how fickle these things were? "Let's go."
  
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[FLINTWISH]

It is Flintwish's first gathering. In his apprenticeship, he had never managed to make it to the island of towering oaks, either plagued by sickness or hunger or war or more sickness, too wrapped in his own misery to manage the trip. Now, he is still a pile of grievances, but at least he found the spoons to walk all the way here. He sits with Ashenfall to scrape some modicum of comfort from it all.

But comfort evaporates quickly. Flintwish knows how gatherings are supposed to go: the Clans all share their news of the season, maybe with some cheering or booing, and then they adjourn until the next full moon, only to do it again later. But this is different: this gathering, ShadowClan raises a paw against WindClan. Chilledstar strikes Sunstar; Lilacfur strikes Wolfsong. Ashenfall presses his pelt into her own, and Flintwish presses back, mismatched hues alight with anxiety.

WindClan speaks down to them despite their codebreaking. ShadowClan retaliates, and though it certainly isn't diplomatic, Flintwish feels that he... understands. He understands, because when Wolfsong mentions Granitepelt's name, so blase and irreverent, Flintwish wants to hit him, too — wants to rip his throat out, honestly, for weaponizing one of ShadowClan's greatest traumas against them in this way, while coming from prey-stealers and worse. They lament the way Sootstar hangs over them and then puppet Granitepelt's image over ShadowClan in exactly the same way. They should die, he finds himself thinking. They should really just die.

The small, spindly mirror of Granitepelt bristles at Ashenfall's side in the crowd. For once she does not resent Smogmaw's actions. "They don't know what they're talking about," he hisses to @ASHENFALL , not because it is true necessarily, but because he does not know what else to say that isn't outright violent. The son of the disgraced rises to his paws with the rest of his clan and exits, but not without a fierce backwards glance to the rest of the gathering who scorned him.

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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  — flintkit . flintpaw . flintwish
  — he / she / they ; warrior of shadowclan
  — short-haired solid blue tom with low white and blue/green heterochromatic eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by sixbane, signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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[CANDORPAW]

When imagining the gathering, Candorpaw had pictured glorious things... Five great leaders perched upon their stone, earth - shattering in five unique ways... Candorpaw had looked forward to learning of the other clans. He had looked forward to hearing each of the Leader's voices, especially the announcement of his apprenticeship to the other clans! A great shift in the forest made known to all of them... one that they would roll their eyes at. That is, until Candorstar rises the ranks...

They didn't even have a chance to roll their eyes, though! Orangestar didn't even get to speak! The moment that Sunstar opens his mouth seems to be a mistake. ShadowClan claws are in his cheek. The moon is covered in an instant by furious clouds. Candorpaw's jaws part in a gasp. His tail goes straight in the air. His big night is over just after it began... Aww.

Twitchbolt calls for him, and Candorpaw's head turns dutifully on a swivel. A serious - but sad nod. " Yes, Twitchbolt... " he mews with stiff shoulders. His eyes seek Cherryblossom out amongst the crowd. The thought briefly crosses his mind: Would Twitchbolt have been the one announcing their leave, moons ago? Was he not anymore because he could not, somehow?

A lesson. Candorpaw's face hardens, concentrating. Another nod, sharp, this time. " Never, " he repeats. If he was ever atop that rock... He supposes that all he could do is expect it, for he would never stoop to ShadowClan's tactics.

OOC: mobile post! talking to @/Twitchbolt

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[DOGBITE]

✦ Dismay shone on the lead warrior's pale face and his hackles raised instinctively. What made the Windclanner feel entitled to another clan's prey? Why had any cat suffered for such a cause? Sunstar had always seemed reasonable, but tonight he was unrecognizable. The bristling fur of Riverclanners and Windclanners exploded. Dogbite no longer wished to be in this present moment. Scooting closer to Hollypaw and leaning down as if to shield him from any potential harm.

Sitting near Figfeather, he listened to her disdainful meows, which did little to drown out their own rising blood pressure. Dogbite didn't like where this arguing was going. Much less what Such hatred could lead to. This scene wasn't how he had wanted Hollypaw's first gathering to unfold. Damnit. Seems like no gathering these days is peaceful. Unease wrapped around him like a vice, and his good eye peered at Hollypaw, praying she was too distracted by the glamour of new sights to pay the snarling leaders much mind.

In a flash, hell broke loose, and all Dogbite could do was suck in a sharp breath. Chilledstar lashed out at Sunstar and Lilacfur followed similarly against the medicine cat. Back and forth the caterwauling continued. Lichenstar's cool tone hardly heard amongst the rising growls. The transgression was answered by an eerie darkness.

Resounding gasps echoed around them, followed by an eerie sensation that tussled their back fur. Starclan was making it more than evident this meeting was over, given the chilling reminder. A low grumble from an otherworldly dissonance left the tabby speechless. Oh, shit. Fear trickled down his spine, and in seconds he was on all fours, thankful the warning hadn't been something more serious.

Orangestar's dismissal opened a floodgate of relief. "It's time to go. Come on." Dogbite quickly fell into step, motioning for Hollypaw to follow with an aimed flick of his tail to her shoulder, urging him to get it in gear and catch up with their departing clanmates.

He made long strides to hustle away from the horribly tense situation. They'd been part of many questionable gatherings and had hoped times would've changed in Sootstar's absence. Looks like it was all wishful thinking. Dogbite's main priority was getting his pupil as far away from here as possible.

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  ✧ LH cinnamon tabby high white blue eye
  ✧ npc x npc ; sibling to crescent and bear
  ✧ skyclan lead warrior ; mentor to hollypaw
  ✧ 35 moons old ; birthday 07/01
  ✧ AFAB ; nonbinary ; he/they
  ✧ pansexual ; polyromantic ; single
  ✧ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric​

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