a great day to be a pessimist // november pre-gathering chatter

✧ The night is cold, and as Sangriapaw stalks into the clearing she wonders why she even bothered to come. Hon and Dear definitely won't be happy when she doesn't return tonight—she hopes they don't worry too much about her, though. She hopes Coffeepaw and Fantastream don't worry, either. And it isn't even like she's here to celebrate any sort of accomplishment, either! She's just here to Orangestar can tell all the clans that a twelve-month-old apprentice got a new mentor. It's stupid! She should be celebrating her new warrior name, not sitting on the sidelines watching Figfeather and everyone congratulate Daisydrop on his warriorhood. What has he done that Sangriapaw hasn't? Nothing. But here she is, still an apprentice even though she's fully-grown, and she should be happy because her mentor is the leader now, but she isn't even excited about following Orangestar around because it's the last thing she should be doing!

The brightly-colored torbie doesn't stop to greet anyone as she moves to find a place to sit (to sulk). She doesn't want to hear any of the leaders' announcements, so she takes a seat on the outskirts of the clearing, sweeping her fluffy tail in a tight circle around her body. In her shadowed corner, bright green eyes glare out across the gathered cats. Though her jaw aches with the need to just talk to someone new, her heart beats sharp against her ribs, reminding her of her own dreary mood. She isn't here to have fun, not tonight. She's here to suffer through it, and then pretend to be a SkyClanner again tomorrow. And then she'll do the same thing the next day, and the next.

can’t stop us ♫˚.⋆⭒ gliding down the rainbow
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  • SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
    ⭃ wild-furred cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
    ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
    ⭃ mentored by orangestar
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ⭃ penned by foxlore
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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ by the instance of thunderclan's ranks being stuck at home, nightbird was permitted out. she supposed flamestar wished to wrench out a show of strength at this gathering by her teeth. the journey to fourtrees felt longer than she remembered, every step further away from raccoonstripe suffering in gentlestorm's stuffy den. she'd keep him up do date with the pitiful words to come from shadowclan and riverclan, feed them to her kits and show them just how far every other clan was willing to go to secure the fall of their home.

nightbird settles amongst thunderclanners, tail laid tightly over her paws. she was still save for the irritable twitch or flick from her ears and tail, ready to hear what the leaders had to say and deliver the information home.
BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽
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  • NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 38 ☾'s
    ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
    ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
    ⭃ 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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〔✦〕I'm Howlfire, one of Orangestar's Lead Warriors. He seems to sit straigther at that, ignoring the way his wounds ache in protest. Howlfire. . . Howlfire. . . Where have I heard that name before? The tom ponders, his tail whisking to and fro as if matching his thoughts. "'m Roaringsun, just a simple warrior." He is cheerful in his introduction, humorous; his words are followed by a small laugh, though his mind is still wondering where he knew the name from. . .

And it suddenly hits him like a crashing wave.

. . .my ma Howlfire is her kin. . . The voice of Hawkspine pops in his mind and it's as if he's struck by lightning. And then he is on edge, his muscles tense. He just so happened to approach his friend's mother during a gathering?! He recalls the torbie teaching him how to climb in this very location, and his eyes widen. Does she know? While they were just friends they had snuck out to meet at Fourtrees. He figures the she-cat wouldn't be so thrilled about that if she learnt it. . .

Did something happen in ThunderClan? "Um," His voice cracks from nerves when he's snapped out of his silent panic. "I'm sure Flamestar will talk about it during her speech but. . . we were ambushed by RiverClan and ShadowClan at the same time." The foxhearts! he wants to hiss, but keeps it to himself — the bristling of his fur should be enough to get his feelings across.
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I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //
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  • ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
    ✦ male / he/him / 14 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
    ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
    ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
    —— combat details here / battle notes

    ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
    ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
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"We should… have stayed… home" Thrashpaw laments in a quiet grumble, words rumbling in a smoked throat as he trudges beside his mentor. In this moment he feels more akin to an attack dog rather than an apprentice, eyeing Antlerbreeze's sprain then around at the cat's gathered here. Pelt bristling at the thought of having to actually speak with anyone here, why ThunderClan even attended this escaped him. She does keep an amber eye out for any of the cats she had seen at the ShadowClan border, mostly out of fear compared to genuine curiosity. Would they bring those monsters with them? the kind that maybe eats medicine cat apprentices? He was somewhat confident that he would be safe since he's not one but hadn't a monster tried to eat Doepath too?

"Okay…" he trails off, nodding curtly to his older sister's orders. Sharp gaze still staring at the mixed pelts of different clan cats, lip curling to peel back for a glimpse of ivory fangs. The instructions were confusing, how could he be expected to not start fights but to also not let anyone say anything untrue? What would that be? That they're murderers? They are, she doesn't regret tearing into Warblerpaw's shoulder but it had occurred regardless. That brutality, the barbarian that resides within Thrashpaw. Didn't it reside in every Thunderclanner? Isn't that what made them different? It is all he has known, to be sharpened by the experiences that the clan who housed her had caused.

Too caught into this thought exercise he lost sight of the goal to make sure no one would cross their paths. Her own hackles raise in response to Blazingheart's reaction, resembling more of a burr or a bush than an apprentice in this moment. The low growl in it's vocal chords only subside through Antlerbreeze's reassurance. He steps closer to her, glaring at the warrior (though he doesn't have to look too high due to the height that their father had given them). She clears her throat, willing puffed fur to settle and flatten. "Hello… Are you…" It sniffs, trying to pinpoint the clan. "Are you from… SkyClan?"

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  • speaking with @antlerbreeze and @BLAZINGHEART
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  • THRASHPAW
    any pronouns, 6 moons
    ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
    ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlpaw & Yippingkit
    ☆ Mentored by Antlerbreeze
    ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
    ☆ All opinions are IC only!
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For the first time in moons, the lead warrior limps into the fourtrees clearing without an apprentice. It honestly feels weird— not having his apprentice padding alongside him. But as a part of her punishment— no, she did not earn her warrior name this moon— she lost her privilege to attend the gathering with him. He imagines she isn't too pressed on losing her gathering privileges.... as she deemed her primary punishment, time away from Owlpaw, to be the most harsh. I hope she comes to understand one day, Foxtail thinks with a sigh, That I just want the very best for her.

He limps forward once again, his left shoulder still aching from the Sunningrocks battle. Moonbeam gave him the approval to attend tonight's gathering... his wound wasn't nearly as severe as others that made it back to RiverClan camp. He just has to take it easy for the next couple days, she told him.

His olive green eyes briefly glance at the patrol of ThunderClanners, but he yanks his gaze away from them. If Sunpaw were here with him tonight, he would've warned her to avoid them for the evening. So he'll follow his own word.

His nose wrinkles at the scent of the swampy marshes; ShadowClan itself. It was partially thanks to ShadowClan, that they were able to claim victory that fateful night. He wonders how ShadowClan performed on their side, and his eyes fall onto a warrior with a chocolate and cinnamon pelt. The nervous lead warrior pads up to the unfamiliar warrior, and dips his head. "Hello, y-you're from ShadowClan, r-right?"

"I'm F-Foxtail, from RiverClan. ...How is ShadowClan faring?" From your half of the battle.​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭
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  • Foxtail
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    lead warrior
    25 moons
    warmhearted
    timid
    experience: trained
    backstory: [HYPERLINK]
    biography: [HYPERLINK]
    credit to trops for the chibi <3
    cisgender male [he / him]
    eyes: green
    pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
    fur length: long
    parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
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It has been two seasons since Robinheart has found herself among the cats of the clans. More than six moons spent tucked away in RiverClan, nursing kits followed by nursing a broken leg. It feels like a lifetime has passed her by, and yet she finds herself entering a new phase of life. One where her children settle among the crowd with their mentors while she lingers among the medicine cats and their apprentices. She is an apprentice now. How odd to remind herself that day after day – but at the same time feel honored that Moonbeam had chosen her to come alongside her and use her paws for healing.

There is chatter, idle and friendly, among the healers. Robinheart yearns to join, but from the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of someone who makes her heart ache. Her attention turns from her fellow medicine teams, their words a far off din, to focus on someone she has not seen for moons. A subtle mirror of love lost – downy ivory and ginger splashed. A slightly darker tone than the cream her mother bore, but reminiscent of her all the same.

Embarrassment burns the tips of her ears when she realizes she has been staring for too long at Orangestar. They've made eye contact and the tortoiseshell thinks it best to strike up a conversation with her aunt rather than turn her head and try to ignore what had just transpired.

To her paws she stiffly rises, limping closer to where the SkyClan leader sat, and dips her head in greeting. "Hello Orangestar. How fares SkyClan?" Robinheart asks politely, her citrine gaze as soft as the words she had spoken.

@Orangestar ​
[ penned by kerms ]​
 
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Stepping in tone with the Shadowclanners, as they step into Fourtrees with the moon glowing above the trees. The curled bicolor lifts his chin up slightly, to glance around the... crowded clearing. Some cats bore new scars, particularly Thunderclan. Whatever. A smile spreads it's way across his maw, it's been a few cycles since he had attended a gathering.

Batchaser splits off from the cluster of Shadowclanners, slithering his way around bodies and keeping himself away from... hah, interactions. Curled fringe hiding his sight, as he narrowed his mismatched eyes slightly as he halts to a stop. A spot away from the chattering, gossipers of each clan. A quiet spot to hang out and people - watch. Nothing to grand... The phantom settles on his haunches, curling his tail around pale knuckled paws.
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𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎
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  • ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
    ― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 37 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
    ✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
    ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
    ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
    ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
    — all opinions are ic

    — biography / @ on discord for plots
    — penned by calzone
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"It's nice to meet you, Roaringsun," Howlfire mewed cordially. As she tries to place whether they had met on a border patrol before or simply passed by at a gathering, she does not notice the younger tom stiffen up with the realisation of who she was. Nor is she aware of the scret meetings between him and Hawkspine. Perhaps if she was, she might have been more suspicious rather than cordial.

His nervousness to answer her prior question makes her curious, but she still is not prepared for what he tells her. "ShadowClan and RiverClan did what?" She gasps aloud, brows raising in shock. In some way, she is not surprised RiverClan had attacked, knowing things had been tense between the two clans for a while. She wonders if they had taken back Sunningrocks, perhaps deeming it necessary to take the risk of going to battle, for the prospect of additional hunting grounds. Howlfire could not say much to ShadowClan's attack, but hoped it was an act borne of desperation and not something more sinister. "I confess, I came here expecting to butt heads with ThunderClan, after your clanmates stole more prey," Howlfire admitted, speaking softly. Roaringsun seemed nice enough, but she didn't want to risk talking any louder, lest any of his clanmates overhear them and actually want to follow through with her expectations. "I am truly sorry to hear RiverClan and ShadowClan ambushed you together. In these times, hunger and the impending leafbare can make us desperate, make us take risks we otherwise wouldn't. Still, I'm not sure that justifies an ambush of this scale..."​
 

Everything was a motion of blurry, agitated forms and frames. Merlinpaw shuffled through the Fourtrees' clearing with her head bowed, as though all the celerity of youth had dissipated from her sluggish body, with the only signs of life jerking from limbs that followed the flow of the crowd. In this overwhelming environment, the Thunderclan apprentice could hardly stand against the clusters of swirling scent trails. Those of Shadowclan and Riverclan sent spikes of fear through her already-addled heartbeat, reminders of what they had done to her and her clan. She didn't even want to be here, but she would have rather become another casualty than even disappoint Flamestar... Another shoulder shoved harshly into her flank, like an undulation of a heavy sea that fought back, lurching into her own hew-and-yawn pelage. Gritting her teeth, Merlinpaw almost whipped around to greet whoever had been inconsiderate enough to bump into her. Can't you see that I'm mourning? That I don't want to be disturbed? Of course, such blazes of fury easily extinguished themselves once the pungent fish-scent of Riverclan clogged up her nostrils. "'M... s-sorry..." The apprentice muttered quietly without even lifting her head, though she stopped like she had been caught within a rapid gyre, braided and woven and trapped in a spiral. She did not recognize this apprentice-aged cat, nor if they had even fought at Sunningrocks. They were all the same to her, though, all the same breed of hateful and scale-breathed monsters.

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They know they should be presenting a humble RiverClan, one that won't flaunt the victory of sunningrocks. One that should keep the peace while at the gathering, they try to do that at least for Hazecloud's sake. They can't help but fret about Lichenstar while out here, the injuries must be really bad if they're keeping her from attending the gathering. Though it looked bad at the battle, so they can't be surprised. Yet she worries regardless, the point doesn't let it seem like that though. They got to be here because they got their warrior name, in fact she got it super early too! It's something they should be proud of and they are, so they weave through the crowd with their head up high.

Not high enough to avoid shouldering a cat as she passed, whipping her own head to be greeted with a thunderclanner of all cats. The scent of oak only creates new life, an excitable energy within her. With this second wind she lifts her chin up, grinning at the ThunderClan cat she bumped into. "Hey! No problem, easy to bump into others when you're not looking" wherever this is a pointed jab at themself or the she-cat across from them will not be revealed. Too wrapped up in ego to really care if the dagger is pointed at herself, with a swish of her tail she moves to stand closer to the apprentice aged cat.

"I'm Twinkleflight nice to meet ya!" They beam at the opportunity to show off. Maybe it's the fact that this cat might have been at sunningrocks, or the fact that she's just a thunderclanner in general. Twinkeflight needs to show her up, to show once again just how better RiverClan is in comparison. "I got my name early! Isn't that cool?" Her smile is all fangs, genuine joy as they can't help but be giddy. Paying no mind to the reaction given, she thinks to ask for the other cats name but ultimately doesn't.

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  • Interacting with @MERLINPAW so sorry she's like this
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  • TWINKLEFLIGHT
    They/she, RiverClan apprentice, 11 moons
    ★ A sleek yet tufted short haired blue point with blue eyes
    ☆ Littermates w/ Eveningpaw, Horizonpaw and Snowflakekit †
    ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ☆ Speech (#C9BAF3), thoughts
    ★penned by Juice | ouijeejuice on discord
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He splits from Mapletuft as soon as possible, seeking a quieter corner of the Gathering to hunker down in. There's so many cats here... and he thought camp was overcrowded. And most of them are bigger than him, he realizes. The wild imagination of youth insists they're big enough to trample over his small frame if they aren't careful. Would any of them care to keep an eye out for unusually small ShadowClan apprentices with night-dark pelts?

Hopefully his sullen glower will scare off chatty strangers. He's only here because of Mapletuft, because he has to be here. It's like any other apprentice chore, just... with several times the amount of cats involved. He'll live, and then they can all go home and sleep. Except, his glare isn't quite repelling enough. A WindClan apprentice makes his way over. The fledgling makes no attempt to greet him, simply stares at him flatly and hopes he gets the message.
‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── you can take all you want ⋆⋅🐦‍⬛⋅⋆ but not who i am ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎
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  • LAVENDERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, seven moons
    ⭃ a small, spiky-furred black smoke tom with odd eyes and low white. he's resentful of being dumped at shadowclan's paws by his nonna, and avoids his new clanmates as much as he can, but in truth he's a compassionate young cat who romanticizes the world around him. he holds a deep fascination with birds of prey. ic opinions, he is in his pre-teen angst phase and it will get worse before it gets better.
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
    ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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