LIFE'S A TRIP [ ✦ ] FEB PRE-GATHERING CHATTER

[Starlingheart]

The full moon hangs above them, bathing the gathering in its light as cats from all four clans begin to filter into the clearing. For a moment, Starlingheart pauses on that familiar rise. She was different from the cat who she had been the last time she had been here. Her tattered ear folds into the back of her head as she looks around at all the cats who are here, cats who would no doubt talk and murmur as she passed. 'Did'ya see that? ShadowClan's medicine cat. Shame what happened to her' She can already hear it now, the murmurs, the pitying glances and words. She could try like hell to shut them all out but there was nothing wrong with her hearing. Granitepelt had not been able to take that from her like he had taken half of her vision.

What would her mother think of everything that had happened? she wonders, as she finally works up the courage to plunge herself into the throng of cats below. These hollowed grounds is where Briarstar had been buried. She needed to be with Amber, her aunt had said when she had dragged her body here from the Thunderpath. It is why she walked with Berryheart to the medicine cats meeting every half moon. They met here so that she could pay her respects to her mother and her father and then they would go to the moonstone together.

There would be no more of that though. Magpiepaw had told her about Berryheart's death when he had returned from the last meeting he had attended without her. She had grieved for him, mourned in the way a friend would because that's who he had become to her, a friend. Now, as she approaches the spot where the medicine cats gathered at the full moon her eyes dart instantly to the space he had once occupied. It pains her heart when he is not there, when she remembers that he will never be there again. Perhaps she will see him again sometime, but only in the dreams she was to share with StarClan.

She takes her own spot and waits, tail curling close to her body protectively as she glances out at the cats gathered today with that single green eye. Magpiepaw, her own apprentice, was free to join her if he wished but she would not have begrudged him if he had gone off to mingle with the other clans. She could never blame him for wanting to see the friends he had made on the journey again.

// mentions @Magpiepaw briefly
Looking for the other medicine cats but open to other interactions as well!

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[PINKSHINE]

If anyone was unsure that WindClan would show up this gathering, Pinkpaw would swiftly prove them wrong with an excited squeal the moment she dips into the clearing beside her mentor. " THE GATHERING! " She's SO excited. She bets NO CAT is more excited than she is right now. " There are like a million cats! " she gapes to her nearest clanmate. And a million scents, too, all clashing together to make one honestly super gross cluster of a scent. Fish and dead leaves and pine and mud and ew. Pinkpaw already felt like she's gotten enough of her icky smelling neighbors.

But actually, she hasn't, because apparently Halfkit has been in ShadowClan this entire time and she hasn't gotten to see her since! So she yells at the top of her lungs, " LARK-KIT! HALFKIT! " She doesn't remember which name is which, so she'll just use both. " IT'S ME, PINKPAW! "

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

• ooc: looking for @Halfpaw but feel free to interact <3

• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 6 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with sunburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[Orangestar]

The air hangs heavy around the SkyClan delegation as they enter the clearing with Orangestar at its helm. Her maw is set in a grim line and exhaustion lines every step she takes, though she manages to stifle her yawn as she steps into the crowd. The fur on the back of her neck rises at the scent of WindClan among them, but Orangestar rationalises it privately - with no other option - that if Sunstride had been telling the truth and Sootstar was no longer a threat, it would make grudging sense for the moor-rats to return in force to the full-moon meeting.

The white-and-ginger molly scans the crowd for a familiar maw, seeking solace in Howlingstar and winding closer to the Great Rock in her search. She owes Blazestar's ThunderClan kin nothing, nor any other cat of the Clans, but the leader he'd held so dear deserved to know.

// looking for @HOWLINGSTAR , open to interactions
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
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periwinklebreeze ❀ 19 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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When periwinklebreeze arrives at the gathering, it is with equal parts pride and anxiety. Sunstar has asked them to lead the pack - all of the lead warriors present, him included. It should be unthinkable really - him, lead warrior. But as the days pass with no condescending laugh, not 'i was just joking', no demotion - well, he's begun to accept his reality. And if paws are damp, and limbs are trembling - well, nobody but Peri needs to know.

Eyes find familiar faces in the crowd - smogmaw, sharppaw, orangeblossom, even howlingstar herself had spoken to him face to face, thanked him. But blue eyes cannot find the one figure he'd been eager to reunite with - orange and white fur absent within the crowd. Frown flits across his face, and as pinkpaw shouts he figures the group can finally split off - mingle, make nice. With a sudden lack of familiar faces, instead he finds himself stepping up beside a cat he doesn't recognize - a skyclanner, but scent. " erm... h-hello. Is g-g-greeneyes not h-here tonight? " he asks, voice soft and friendly despite everything. He almost asks after bobbie too, but then again he's not sure it's his place - she'd been kind to him, more so than most, but he wouldn't call her his friend persay. Best to only pose one question at a time, not overwhelm the stranger.

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// interacting with @CHRYSALISWING but open to interacts!

 

[BATCHASER]

The lanky limbed bicolored tom was padding along next to his clanmates, long ivory splattered tail flickered behind him. They poured into the clearing of Fourtrees, usually a handful of cats would split off and mingle with their neighbors but it seems some felines are sticking together. Batchaser… never really cared for the gatherings, he doesn't really see the point of gatherings though that's just him really. A huff escaped his maw, as he trailed off from his clanmates with a hum. His curly bangs concealed half-lidded odd colored eyes, which trailed over the other clans. He examined each clan with a small pivot of his head. Pale splashed oval shaped paws, took him away from the giant crowd of cats, the different scents overwhelming him. He shudders slightly with a small grimace on his face. He strode over to an empty spot, settling down on his hunches curling his long tail around dainty paws.

Chatters of gathering cats reached his large ears, prompting the Shadowclanner to hum softly under his breath. The bicolored tom lowered his head, peering at the ground with an inquisitive hum. Icy winds nipped at his short coat, tugging at it playfully. The winter season is almost over. Thank stars.. He bites in his lip, muzzle scrunching up, he thinks he might straight up scream from the overwhelming scents of his neighbors. I've been near others before.. but ugh not like this! He doesn't dislike the other clans, really. But GOD does he want to dig a hole and stick his head in it, to escape the mingling stench. He eventually lifts his head to gaze around the area, eavesdropping in on the surrounding conversations for juicy info. He likes gossip; it's a simple fact for him.

Batchaser is undeniably curious about the other clans- meaning gatherings are some things he has to look forward to. Perhaps he could mingle with the Skyclanners or Riverclanners… Probably the Windclanners? He has heard of the tyrant queen Sootstar finally kicking the bucket from passing conversations. He doesn't hold any hostility towards the Windclanners, he doesn't really care for whatever drama Windclan has going on. But he is glad Sunstri- well he guesses Sunstar is the leader now.

He relaxes down, the cool ground brushing against his underbelly as he watches apprentices and warriors converse with one another. The tall, bicolored tom just relaxes in his spot, not bothered with conversations for now. Maybe in a little while, if he feels up to it. For now he's people watching.

OOC 🦇 the glimmering moon -

• //bat is just chilling <3 feel free to interact!
• no ref yet </3
• ( Ehhh ?! ) BATCHASER
  ⛧ HE / HIM ; no problems with other pronouns
  ⛧ warrior of shadowclan; formerly a loner
  ⛧ a tall, curly shorthaired oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
  彡 action , thoughts , "Speech , 7077A1"
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  
• nothing here begone!

 

[Minkpaw!]

Having just been reassigned Minkpaw had guarenteed herself a spot at this gathering. Head and tail held high she strode alongside her new mentor, Willowroot. So many cats. I can't believe we manage to gather here every moon without clawing each other's ears off. The offensive scent of moor grass and rabbits filled the air. It seemed WindClan would be attending after all. While some of her clanmates were already shaking off their hostility now that Sootstar's death was common news, Minkpaw would do nothing of the sort. Anyone turning their backs on a proven enemy just because one head is cut off is an idiot. A shrill voice pierced the air, and of course the perpetrator was a WindClan child. Minkpaw grimaced, wondering if she could glare hard enough to freeze Pinkpaw's jaws shut. Let them all screech at each other, she thought, turning her gaze to the other cats as they arrived. She began to stray from Willowroot, hoping to find someone both interesting and gullible to pass the time with.


// mentor tag @willowroot , glares at @PINKPAW , seeking interactions!​

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

It was all hopelessly, horrendously incorrect- Twitchbolt padded into the moonlit clearing, juddering as always, entirely unable to remove the spooked look from his face. Flocking in with SkyClan, he double-took when Orangestar wound toward the Great Rock, rather than her usual spot by the deputies. Of course, the memory came like a thunder shock. She would be among the leaders tonight- and he would be with the deputies, taking her place. Him. And he was hardly a replacement...

Still, it was what he was meant to do. What he was supposed to do... Daisyflight had sat here once, in this same position. His mentor- a stone dropped in his stomach, and he felt again about as queasy as he'd felt when Orangestar had declared him her deputy. There was as well an overwhelming urge to shake her around and scream why in her face, but... that wasn't professional, or socially acceptable, or sane.

Shivering paws managed to carry him there, though... to sit with the deputies. Cats he'd known since apprenticeship, some of them, as representatives of their Clans- oh, he felt like his fur would fall off. What would the lot of them be thinking? Whose apprentice has wandered over here? Or, or- SkyClan must be low on options. Something like that. Wide eyes looked to Orangestar, but- he couldn't see her anymore among the throng. Too late to turn back now. He was here, he was... deputy of SkyClan, and if he would just stop twitching it would be wonderful, but...

He carried this name for a reason.

\ sat with the deputies, looking like he's on death's door​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ This is the first gathering that Scorchstreak has been to since she left for the mountains. Still, as the calico enters the clearing alongside her apprentice, her fur prickles with a feeling of dread. These clans all hate WindClan, and have every reason to attack them now. She knows that Sootstar and her hounds had been skipping these gatherings, along with the leader's shedding of StarClan's favor. So walking into a clearing in the dead of night, surrounded by countless warriors of enemy clans who have not seen WindClan in months, feels akin to walking to her death. Yet she stands tall—as tall as her scarred shoulders will reach, at least—and remains stoic as she glances up at the full moon. A mere two months ago, she was looking up at this same moon from the horseplace, wondering whether the other clans had noticed half of WindClan's warriors missing from the gathering. Now, golden eyes shift from face to face, finding all but a few of them unfamiliar.

She lets out a huff of amusement at Pinkpaw's piercing shriek, her dark ear flicking. She has grown used to the apprentice's outbursts, and shows little reaction to the loud shouting at her side. "Yes, there are a lot of cats here. You can go mingle, but stay within my sight. Don't start any-" Her ears droop back against her head as the younger tunneler shouts once again, this time for Larkkit and Halfkit. There no point in trying to quiet Pinkpaw, and so the lead warrior does not bother. Instead, she glances across the rest of the gathered cats—and her eyes settle on Orangeblossom's form nearby Howlingstar. Blazestar's absence does not escape her notice; perhaps the orange-patched deputy is merely filling in for the leader tonight. It would make sense, given how the orange-fluffed tomcat had just recently been attacked by Harrierstripe. She spots other familiar faces in the crowd, most of them cats she recognizes from the mountains—Sharppaw, Flamewhisker, Figfeather, Stormywing, Lightstrike—but she can only imagine how they all feel about WindClan's return.

// open to interactions! ​

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[FOXGLARE]

⁀➷ Foxglare pads in with the pack of Windclanners with @sunlitpaw in tow, his mounting trepidation at the whole ordeal masked with a slight frown. "Don't go joining fights or anythin'," he mutters to his new apprentice. It was more to touch all his bases—given that she was his responsibility—than it was a genuine concern for her behavior, if her more timid tendencies rang true here as they did back at camp.

There was much to be worried about, Sootstar and her drooling dogs allegedly had not attended one of these gatherings for moons while Windclan-proper lived in exile, and he could only imagine what the other clans thought about that, especially considering at least one of the loyalist dogs were found on another territory. He'd been put down for it, or so they said, which was unfortunate to hear purely from the perspective of a friend of his sister, but that was as far as his sympathy extended.

Foxglare's mounting anxiety was more of the personal sort. He'd never been to one of these. And as he walked into the crowd of cats of varying scents and realized how many were there, he realized he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He slowed to a stop at an unfortunate spot amidst the crowd, as he was promptly bumped into by a cat he did not recognize,

"Oh, pardon me.."

HOW COULD YOU THINK, DARLIN, ⁀➷☾⁺₊ ID SCARE SO EASILY?

• OOC: anyone can be the one he bumped into! Also open to any/all interactions <3
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  — sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
  — he/him. 15mo moor-runner of windclan. currently mentoring sunlitpaw.
  — a large, scarred white and golden tabby tom with grey eyes
  — smells like dewy oak and sedge
  — sounds like leon kennedy, with a vague texan drawl.
  — the straight-faced and taciturn adopted son of houndthistle, lived as a twolegplace loner until 7 moons old, now a moor-runner of windclan. resilient, but not invincible. the continued stresses of war and a significant loss have led him to hold fast to his strict internal moral compass for fear of faltering.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody and chibi by antiigone
  — penned by eezy

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[Frostbite]

Frostbite walks into the clearing, head held high despite his thinner frame. He feels fine, the trek to Fourtrees wasn't anything terrible. Even in his weakened state, he will not let any cats look at him and think he is weak. He isn't just a lead warrior tonight. He is the stand in for Smogmaw, set to sit where he usually sits. A stand in deputy. He doesn't speak to anyone as he strides to his temporary spot, nerves eating him alive inside. It's only for tonight and he isn't even really a deputy, yet he still worries about his image and performance.

He sits and wraps his tail around his paws, making sure he wasn't slouching and that his posture was good. He looks around at all the other cats, and as he hoped, Windclan is here. He's eager to hear Sunstar's news. He takes notice of Orangeblossom in place of Blazestar, too. There are... A few new faces in seats they weren't usually in tonight, now that he looks around. This moon hasn't been kind to anyone, it seems.

But he sits quietly, awaiting the start of the gathering. He's in no rush to go home, but he would definitely like to be there instead of surrounded by so many cats.​

 

[HOLLYWHISPER.]

Hollywhisper has always been intrigued by the concept of the gathering. It would give him a chance to learn more about the other Clans, and to observe others. It's the type of thing that should be a paradise for him, and so despite his frequent tiredness, he forces himself to be alert - and has requested that his mate wake him up should he begin to doze.

He sticks close to Duststorm's side, glancing around at the crowd of cats, mingling with those from beyond their borders. It is both exciting and a bit overwhelming. Is this what a kitten experiencing something for the first time feels like? He doesn't remember much from his kittenhood, but he can only assume. It brings forth a certain question to his mind, but he decides not to ponder it yet - he can think about it when they return to camp.

His focus is split between remaining alert and awake and observing in case he sees or hears something interesting. Maybe, someone interesting might come to him, but he's all too happy to just sit with Duststorm, observe, and take in every drop of information that he can.

// interacting with @DUSTSTORM and with blue's permission, both are open to interactions!​

"Speech"​

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SOMETIMES THAT LONELY LOVE DEFILES YOU​

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[Flamestar]

The fiery tabby had been to many gatherings before, but this one would be the first she had attended as deputy. She had been both looking forward to this day, and dreading it. It had taken awhile to get used to all of her clanmate's stares during the patrol assignments, but with time it had gotten easier. But this was going to be a whole new experience. Flamewhisker flanked Howlingstar for a little while as they padded into the clearing. Their leader always made it seem so easy, not being fazed in the slightest by sitting in front of everyone. It'll be fine... When her leader departed in her own direction, Flamewhisker looked towards the base of the tree. She had been looking for a particular white and orange pelt, but in her place was instead a brown and white figure. Twitchbolt? Blazestar must be sick, and Orangeblossom and Twitchbolt were standing in.

As she padded closer, she could practically see the tom vibrating. Blazestar must be really sick for him to be this worried. "You alright?" Flamewhisker would ask, slowly lowering herself into a sit beside him. She could feel others gazes landing on her, but she tried to not let it show that it bothered her slightly.


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★ don&#039;t need to save me

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  interacting with @TWITCHBOLT but open to other interactions!
  
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Deputy of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring none
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 29 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[smogstar]

There is far too much liquid in his throat, and this occasion is comfortless enough as is. It must be a seasonal ailment, a minor chill. Were he a superstitious cat, Smogmaw may have suspected his nasal passageways were in cahoots with whatever malignant entity had snuffed out Chilledstar's third life. He isn't superstitious, though. He simply has a running nose, and this running nose is poised to turn tonight's gathering announcements into a nauseating affair.

Gatherings are a ceremonial formality, exagerrated for the sake of political theatre. Clans can conduct diplomacy on their own terms and be doubly as efficient by meeting on their own time. But there is a melodramatic draw to meeting under starlight, in a large clearing surrounded by massive trees that have been standing since time immemorial. On nights like these, Smogmaw knows any announcement can be put forth with an air of divine poeticism. Though temporary, tonight he carries power beyond the blood in his veins. The ashen-furred tom strives to focus on this in particular, rather than every pair of eyes that shall soon observe him.

Ceremonial formalities and crowds. Both bring out an innate anxietal tendency he cannot place. As his paws drag across a frigid slurry of slush and partially-thawed snow, Smogmaw attempts a practiced exhale in search of inner peace. Quiet goodbyes are offered to his son and apprentice, @ASHENPAW, before the deputy breaks to approach Great Rock, centerpiece to the clearing.

Vacant, amber eyes find Frostbite lingering in his usual spot, and at once does he already feel lost. Fox-dung. Where were the leaders supposed to wait? Such knowledge is hardly dispensed from his leader, and it leaves him fidgeting in wait.

After a pause, he elects to approach his own stand-in. He plods towards the deputies' little refuge in the boulder's shadow, the cold bringing a twitch to his whiskers. "How's the deputy life treating you, Frostbite?" comes a dry jest, his voice scarcely above a grating croak. A cough and a sniff follows suit as he draws nearer to his fellow tom, gaze latching onto his icy blues. "You're recovering well," he adds, noting how the other was still on all fours. "Know that you're my primary base of support if anything goes awry. Hope you're steady enough to hurl obscenities, occasion permitting."

Ample moons have waxed and waned since such an incident has happened at a gathering, though WindClan's voluntary absence for the last couple has undoubtedly made that possible. Just as the notion of moor-dwellers infests his mind, his head turns owl-like, perusing the feline horde for any golden strands amongst them. Sunstride remains hidden for now. Instead, his sightline grinds to a halt on a rather sorry looking fellow, and a recognisable molly attempting to spark conversation with him.

Smogmaw discloses his audience for Frostbite's eyes. "Looks like an ol' 'deputy shake-up' happened right after the last gathering," he mews wryly. Smogmaw fixes the snow-white warrior with an ambiguous nod, turning on a fore-paw in an excuse to step away. "Poke around, see what gossip has come to pass. Won't get another chance like this for a while yet."

He toys with a frivolous notion, then; who he'd elect deputy if Chilledstar failed to recover. The promise of nine, shatterproof lives has failed Briarstar and Pitchstar both, mind. Frostbite does seem the part, personality-wise, and is most certainly up to standard. His integrity is unquestionable, too. That jump-out-at-you pelt of his, however... Smogmaw's face squeezes into a flinch the more he lingers on it, until he decides upon blinking the subject away.

Flamewhisker and the jittery kitty absorb his attention next, and the tabby embarks towards them, gesturing Frostbite to follow, but only if he so desires. "What's all this, then?" Smogmaw mrowrs, drawing to a standstill at a respectable proximity. "Flamewhisker," he greets her, head dipped for a sputtering moment. "Never seen so many strange faces at the Great Rock. Just how many leaders've given up the ghost since last gathering?"

His gaze briefly touches the fellow in Orangeblossom's spot. Quite the bearer of sunshine and rainbows, that guy. Smogmaw wonders what his problem is.

// speaking with @Frostbite, then speaking to @Flamewhisker and @TWITCHBOLT. silently judging @TWITCHBOLT as well. ​

 

[Mothfur]

♪ Like a moth to a flame ♪ ---- Mothfur has been quiet, he has kept to himself for too long that it feels like he missed so much. He has been so overcome with sadness and anger that he had blocked everything and everyone out, only putting on what seemed to be a mask to appear present. The tom decided that today was the day to stop this selfish mess since he did not even understand why or how he got to this point. He sits silently among other clan members, fighting himself mentally that he can push through whatever he is going through. Is this him going back through grief? He asks himself constantly, only to no avail.

Sitting with agitation, he waits for the gathering to start. He reminds himself that he is the only one that can fix his problem and promises himself a peaceful walk later in the day or within a day or two. He huffs a bit before slicking back the longer fur that lies ontop of his head.
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[Scorchedmoon]

This isn't his first rodeo, but Scorchedmoon hasn't been to a gathering with an apprentice in toe before! His steps are joyful as ShadowClan arrives at Fourtrees, despite the lingering tension from Chilledstar not being with them. "I hope you end up enjoying tonight!" He exclaims to @Snowpaw. She can finally meet cats that aren't part of the usual circle! Maybe he'll even strike up a conversation with someone this time as well…

After he takes a brief moment to explain how the gathering actually works, he waves Snowpaw goodbye as he lets her go off and do whatever she pleases. As he skips away however, he accidentally runs into another cat. "Ah! Sorry!" Scorchedmoon apologizes, voice a little too fast. "I guess I'm just a bit too excited to be here, hehe. What's your name?" He asks politely.

// OOC: Talking to @FOXGLARE ​

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Another Gathering that Snakeblink has to attend not as a lead but as stand-in deputy — and Stars, he wishes Lichentail only good health and a very long life from now on, so that it may not happen again. As he approaches the spot where the deputies gather he's torn between disliking being distanced from his clanmates, whose presence feel like a comfort while surrounded with so many strangers, and being at least glad to stick close to his leader: with the rogues at their throats, he would rather keep an eye on them all…

One of the cats there looks even more openly anxious than him; promoted young, he assumes, and not settled in the role yet. Snakeblink looks away quickly lest his focus worsens the pine-smelling deputy's nerves, nodding politely at the others — and balking when he finds Flamewhisker instead. Has she been made deputy then? What of Flycatcher? Not that he likes the other Thunderclanner much better, but he feels like this one is more likely to try and chase him out of the clearing herself if the urge comes. He gives her a wide berth as he goes to sit, just in case.

"Hah… Are condolences in order, then?" He asks the fiery molly before he can think better of it, catching only the tail-end of Smogmaw's sentence.
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ooc. information.

• interacting with @smogmaw , @TWITCHBOLT , talking to @Flamewhisker
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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 49 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  

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[CHRYSALISWING]

Moonlight cast a grim glance upon Fourtrees and the gathering cats below, with a glowering and unblinking eye as though it cast its judgment upon the fateful and fortunate alike. Tension seemed almost fervent to Chrysaliswing, letting it dance upon his whiskers and imbricate his coal-colored coat. Still, mismatched gaze remained lambent within the ocean of Skyclanners that followed the lead of Orangestar. Waiting for the signal to separate from the crowd, he made sure to do so as soon as he was able to. Pawsteps wandered towards that familiar bough, of whose shade-painted wings he often sat under. He often spent the time counting down the minutes until he could go back to bed.

Chrysaliswing wove through the sea of fuzz and heat and noise, shoving past many a smaller feline without much care for whose toes he stepped on. Discontent painted the warrior's countenance, like shallow shadows that etched themselves in the divots of night. A lashing tail also made sure to repine in the place of strongly spoken words. There wasn't any cat that he truly wanted to talk to here - but when was he ever in the mood for conversation?

A shaky voice burrowed through the cacophony, as if a trembling leaf caught in a bluster. The tom never had any patience for any cat who couldn't be assed to have enough courage to speak to him normally. "I don't know. Why are you asking me, anyways? Do I look like Greeneyes' friend or something?" He spat, hackles starting to rise from pine-needle pelage. He didn't recognize the other at all, but they smelled of the rank moors of Windclan.

( Talking to @Periwinklebreeze. but open to interactions )
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[skyclaw]

Skyclaw trots in beside @DUSKBIRD , unwilling to leave his brother's side so quickly. He doubts Duskbird would go and eagerly chat away with Blazestar, but all the same, he's almost certain that the cream ragdoll would try to do the same with them. And his dear, dark furred brother is the softer sort, kinder too - especially in comparison to him. (He can still hear the weak apology rasping by his ears, the screaming just beyond that.)

"Don't talk to any WindClanners," he mutters, as if he has any authority over his littermate. A cursory glace around tells him that Blazestar is not here - is he a fool for being scared, or a fool for not being brave? - and another sweep allows him the brief knowledge that Dipperfrost isn't either. Perhaps... that's for the better. "I'll see you later, yeah?" Skyclaw decides he can leave Duskbird be now that the coast is clear. His ear twitches back as he trots further into the throng of cats, not-so-eagerly looking for a soul to mingle with.

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — It had been some time since she had last attended a gathering - long before Sootstar's final descent into madness, when the clans as a whole had still been dealing with the looming threat of yellowcough over all of their heads. Rattleheart had never been able to go on that final journey - the illness finally claiming her and making itself known just before they prepared to leave - but she could still remember the gathering. The excitement and apprehension that had gripped her in equal measure, rubbing shoulders with her peers and keeping an eye on the other clans that were all stuffed in with them. Back then she hadn't felt like Windclan as a whole was meant to despise them, and it felt nice to go back to that neutral sort of attitude in her mind.

Hopefully Sunstar didn't abruptly decide that the other clans were looking like tantalizing targets anytime soon.

The newly-made lead warrior surprised even herself with how little anxiety she felt leading her clan in alongside the others, chin held high and chest warm with pride for the first time in many, many moons. Though Rattleheart tried to keep herself from being overly prideful, she couldn't deny how much Windclan had been through in the last few moons - and how much she had been through, by extension. It was a relief to be able to walk into a gathering without the specter of Sootstar lingering over all of them. Her new rank only added onto things, especially when she got to serve a leader that she truly respected, rather than feared. Though she doubted the other clans would be so quick to forgive, a fact she couldn't blame them for even if their scathing looks did still sting.

Her pale gaze first drifted over to the space where the leaders and deputies were getting into place, pausing when she saw how many unfamiliar faces were making themselves comfortable. It seemed as though the hierarchy of several clans had been recently twisted, a fact that filled her with both anxiety and apprehension. Was Starclan trying to send some kind of message about fresh starts? Had they decided that the rest that were up there most of the time weren't good enough? Part of her knew that she was overthinking, though another part wondered over all the upheaval they had all been experiencing. Windclan had obviously been at the forefront of her mind, but it seemed as though things for the other clans weren't going as smoothly as she had imagined while in the barn.

At least she knew why Orangeblossom was up there, wincing at the thought of Blazestar having to recover following Harrierstripe's disastrous actions. Hopefully Sunstar had stressed how little Windclan had actually had to do with his brazen attack, whatever twisted motives he had rationalized in his head not being ones encouraged by the rest.

With her focus instead drawn towards the leaders and deputies, she wasn't immediately looking at where she was going. That was how her paw ended up bumping against something - someone - solid and alive, settled against the ground in a relaxing position. Immediately Rattleheart recoiled, her gaze filling with remorse as she scanned over the laid out form of Batchaser. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk right into you like that. I was so distracted that I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going..." What a way for her to make a first impression in her new role, her face burning beneath her pelt. She found that she couldn't immediately recognize where the tom was from, the mingling crowd of scents making it difficult for her to pick out any one in particular. "I'm Rattleheart. A lead warrior from Windclan. You are...?" It was a genuine attempt to be friendly in spite of the anxiety worming around in her gut, figuring it would be a good idea to try and make a positive "new" first impression for Windclan.

// interacting with @BATCHASER !!

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird was not lying when she said that she had spent enough time with other clans in the mountains to last her a few moons. she had not been back since, relishing in the moments camp was quiet, filled with nothing but soft speculative chatter. but she couldn't stay away forever, by nature she was not an absent cat. besides, this gathering was sure to be full of interesting developments, ones she wished to hear with her own ears.

padding in behind flamewhisker, it felt odd to not trail behind her blue furred mate, but like all clans thunderclan had changes as well. she bid @Palepaw a swift goodbye, even if the apprentice had not been to many gatherings nightbird was sure she did not need a reminder on how to behave. walking to her spot, the lead warrior's gaze fell on the mottled form of scorchstreak. even if they had not interacted much throughout, she recognized the windclanner from the journey.

"scorchstreak," nightbird greeted her with mild interest. windclan had rid themselves of sootstar, it seemed as if a more sensible future lay at their paws. if they were serious on pursuing it was yet to be seen. whether they were headed in the right direction or not, it sounded like there were a lot of pieces to pick up. "is windclan adjusting well?"

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• ooc ↛ interacting with @SCORCHSTREAK, open to others as well :)

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 30 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to palepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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