border ALL MY FRIENDS — a LOT of skyclanners

[Orangestar]

As they approach the border, sun low in the morning sky and so far not sweltering upon them, Orangestar glances over her patrol, oversized and the same cats who had attended the most recent Gathering. It'd never really occurred to Orangestar until now just how many SkyClanners attended the monthly meeting of the Clans, but as they clear the sandy hollow and approach the stepping stones, waiting either permission to cross or a request to invite RiverClan to join them on their own land, she hopes that Lichenstar had told her Clan to expect SkyClan's presence at their shared border. This might be interpreted wholly the wrong way if not.

"They should be here soon." Orangestar meows to the cat closest to her, ears angling forward as she sees a rustle among the river-reeds.

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• // (deep breath) here comes half the clan! please note the lichenstar would have told riverclan to expect a large skyclan patrol on the border: this is a gathering redo for the two clans! feel free to mingle and chat, play nice<3 no need to wait for any skyclanners to post.
  @Cherryblossom @Fireflyglow @FIGFEATHER (+ @Daisypaw ) @TWITCHBOLT (+ @CANDORPAW ) @SILVERSMOKE (+ @Emberpa𝓌 ) @SLATE (+ @COFFEEPAW ) @Dogbite (+ @HOLLYPAW! ) @falcongaze @Ekat @CROWSIGHT (+ @LIONPAW ) @DUSKPOOL (+ @NEMO ) @Owlheart (+ @Lacey ) @Ashpaw
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• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | eight lives
  
  
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  — single ; mentoring springpaw & ashpaw
  — speech is in #F18C47
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Mosspool]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Mosspool was ready when the Skyclanner's arrived and she stepped from the reeds as they appeared. "Greetings Orangestar, Greetings Skyclan." She mewed formally, her eyes drifting over their ranks. Even though she had known to expect a large patrol, she had not expected this. As more and more Skyclanners appeared on the border, she half expected the procession to continue until the kits and elders of the clan were sitting on the border too.

It felt strange to see so many faces from another clan amassed at the border and not feel a inkling of concern. Compared to all the tension with Windclan and Thunderclan, Skyclan's presence was more than welcome.

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  MOSSPOOL — SHE/HER ･ 17 MOONS ･ WARRIOR of RIVERCLAN ･ PENNED BY @empyrean !

  Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.

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[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ The gathering’s turnout had been nothing but frustrating for the one-eyed tom. What was supposed to be a good night, the night that Lichenstar would announce his warrior name to the rest of the clans, had turned into the world’s mightiest shitshow rather quickly. He’s been in a rough mood since returning from the gathering with nothing to show for it. But when he spots a large group of SkyClanners approaching the border, his foul mood manages to lessen slightly. Mosspool greets the orange and white leader first, and Sandpelt steps forward after the lead warrior, flicking an ear to the opposing clan. He glances out across their ranks, feeling an uncomfortable little prickle at the back of his neck at their heavy presence so close to the border. "Hope the trip here was good," he offers, but otherwise doesn’t show too much friendliness to the other clan.

𓇢𓆸 you get on my nerves

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  SANDPELT ❯❯ he/him, warrior of riverclan
  ❀ pretty, silky-furred tan tortoiseshell with one yellow eye. calm and hardworking, but can become snappy if angered.
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❀ penned by foxlore

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather brings up the rear with @Daisypaw at her flank. It felt unusual meeting with RiverClan in this manner without the full moon watching over them, without the other clans. As night's gentle breeze ruffles her fur she casts her gaze to the stars in wonder, were they pleased SkyClan and RiverClan were doing this outside of sacred grounds?

She trusts in Orangestar though and the wisdom of Fireflyglow. Surely their most recently promoted medicine cat would've advised Orangestar against this if he felt it was something StarClan would not approve of. She hopes they're making them proud by finishing something that could not be in the wake of ShadowClan's violence.

When they arrive, she presses her nose into her apprentice shoulder. Did he bare any of the same anxieties she held? "Things should go better this time." She meows, unsure if she was trying to convince Daisypaw or herself. "Still... be prepared. Anticipate the unexpected." The tension in the air at the gathering had been suffocated. If StarClan had not stormed through when they did, she fears an all-out brawl may have begun.

Figfeather makes her way to the front of the group now that they've arrived at RiverClan's border. Orangestar does not make the comment directly to her, but she still overhears and gives a listening nod.

It didn't take long for RiverClan to emerge from the reeds, their pelts sleek and shimmering in the starlight. Figfeather remembers being fascinated by their beauty as an 'paw and had accumulated a number of small crushes. Of course, she had never spoke of them or allowed them to result in anything, that had been frowned upon even before the code. However, there was no harm in quiet admirance. She gazes upon the pretty black tabby, admiring the way her fur settles against her muscular frame. She gives her an almost adolescent-like grin, her beauty enchanting her and reverting her into a nervous, awkward apprentice. "Hello."

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriapaw & Coffeepaw
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Fireflyglow]

Fireflyglow had luckily been able to go to the gathering, but was thankful it ended as soon as it did. StarClan's wrath was no kit-game, it was a serious offense which should have been taken quite seriously from the beginning. "Many moons ago, the first cats of StarClan graced the grassy grounds with their paws after a bloody battle. We must not let our differences cause chaos on the one night that StarClan deems peacetimes." Fireflyglow says to nobody in particular, nose sniffing the air for the familiar scent of Moon. She'd be here, wouldn't she? His eyes blink, and though he cannot see her, it is evident who he is looking for.

"Perhaps she's behind the rest. I can't smell her over the other cats.." He mumbles, tail twitching.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 23 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Daisydrop]

Daisypaw hadn't expected to come to the RiverClan border with so many cats alongside him ever in his life, nor had he expected for Orangestar to host her own little gathering with a single clan on the border instead of waiting for the bright light of the moon to guide them to fourtrees. With apprehension he'd looked towards Figfeather, trying to see if he could read at all what her thoughts could be before looking back over the river that marked as the border to the two clans. Still... if he had to choose a clan to meet like this it would be RiverClan. As far as the apprentice knew they had never caused issues with his own clan and they were usually well enough behaved. They weren't ThunderClan, who liked to steal prey, nor were they ShadowClan who got physical at gatherings... not to mention he was sure that the thunderpath would not be the easiest thing to host a gathering beside.

He watched quietly as cats began to slowly mingle, so many of them confused on what to do, on where to go, and some relief wormed it's way into the boy then. He wasn't the only one who thought this odd, was unsure. "I will." He'd respond to Figfeather then, head nodding slightly as soon as he did so. He'd keep an eye out, make sure that if something bad were to happen he'd quickly find his way back to his mentor, back to his kin. Still he couldn't help but simply sit and watch as she departed, brows scrunching together as she spoke to Mosspool. The way she was acting was... odd.

CAUGHT YOU RED 🌺 HANDED IN THE BISCUIT TIN

• feel free to mingle he's just sitting there vibing

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  ♡ SH blue w/low white & blue eyes
  ♡ cannot properly control emotions
  ♡ born november 8, 2023. ages realistically
  ♡ sexuality unknown ; interested in no one
  ♡ adopted by Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish
  ♡ brother to Weedpaw and Fluffypaw
  ♡ easy to befriend ; easy to upset
  ♡ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ♡ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail is still disappointed about how quickly the gathering turned south. He feels certain he isn't the only RiverClanner, or let alone Clanner to feel this way, as he steps out of the reeds. His olive green eyes briefly glance over to Sandpelt— attending your first gathering as a fully fledged warrior should be memorable, but not memorable like that. Leave it to two clans to screw things up for the other three, right? WindClan was way out of line by dragging Lichenstar's name through the mud, but ShadowClan crossed the line the moment Chilledstar's paw went flying. Sure— Chilledstar's smack wasn't what covered the moon, but it had been the catalyst.

The lead warrior stays on RiverClan's side of the border, and he wonders which clan will cross the scent line. He has never seen this many SkyClanners at their border before, and if this were WindClan or ThunderClan he would certainly be concerned. But the SkyClanners stand on their side with ease, with friendliness. They dip their heads in greeting and patiently wait for RiverClan's leader, and Foxtail dips his head to greet the patrol. "Hello S-SkyClan," He mews, his tail swishing behind him, and he wonders how far behind Lichenstar must be. She'll be here in any moment, won't she?​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  lead warrior
  20 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to meghan 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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[shellpaw]

she is uncomfortable. nervousness prickled beneath the fishbone pale of her coat, head dipped between bony shoulders as she makes her approach alongside her mentor towards their southbound border. skyclan’s pine - laden scent burns her nostrils the closer they get, ears swerving downwards with each risky glance skyward ; it felt blasphemous. it felt wrong, each pawstep she takes towards the cluster of clanners gathered over their scent points, muddling markings lain by passing patrols. lilac - capped paws bring her closer to @lichenstar ‘s heel when the meadowland undergrowth finally opens up to reveal them. orangestar sits amidst her warriors, her medicine cat apprentice — fireflypaw, she recalls faintly, mimicry of moonbeam’s greeting tongue.

the soot - pawed tomcat is speaking, however, and a quick sweep of her vision over the surrounding cats revealed a familiar white - splotched coat. with a tender brush against her mentor’s side, she creeps towards where @Daisypaw settles off to himself. her voice flutters to ice - splintered life, strawberry shaded haze heavy beneath rheumy lids, ” hey — hi daisypaw, um... “ she swallows, hard enough for her throat to flex visibly beneath the silken ruffle of semi - wet curls. lichenstar had told them to expect skyclan.. but what did she expect them to do? lilac ribboned ears flick back, ” what are, are you guys doing here..? “ what was so important it couldn’t wait another half moon?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENTAIL ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• It was nothing if not a bit of a pleasant surprise, that Orangestar was willing to meet with them in an informal, private Gathering of sorts. A smug part of her thinks it foretells of the great respect her neighbor has for her and its equal return... and she wonders if any of the other clans have thought to exchange information this way, to make up for the lost time thanks to ShadowClan's furious outburst in response to Sunstar's wailing.
  
  "Be polite... this isn't... a battle," she'd advised her clan on their approach, "Think of it like... sharing tongues... in a show of... good faith."
  
  She feels the gentle brush of lilac-petaled fur against her as Shellpaw departs, trailing her gaze after the sepia-eyed dove to make sure she's comfortable as she sits beside someone who must've seemed familiar enough to approach. Lichenstar will have to ask her about her friend when they are finished here....
  
  Her eyes lock onto Orangestar, a vibrant stand-out amongst the monochrome furs of most of her clan-mates and gives a small nod of greeting as she draws closer. "It's good to see you," they meow, curling a crooked tail behind him to portray her ease and lack of fear to be here like this. Her clan was justifiably jumpy... but maybe this would encourage them not to view every feline as an enemy in disguise. SkyClan least of all, given how long-standing their more-or-less friendly terms were. "Thank you... for meeting with us..."
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[CANDORPAW]

It felt more like preparing for war, than it did for... congregation and news. They did not flank the likes of ThunderClan, for their gaze to fall together in unison upon the four great oaks. There feels like a place out of a story... Someplace so grand that no battle should ever take place there... The border is different. It is meant for battle, even if the very warrior code stood to prevent it... Candorpaw doesn't put on his fiercest face, but his tail sticks in the air like a burr and his eyes are wide. Instinctively, he lingers by his fellow apprentices, not too far from Twitchbolt if he can help it. Daisypaw is faniliar. Perhaps in a manner too awkward to be that of a young warrior, he lingers by his side with tawny paws kept to himself.

The cat that sneezed on his brother earlier approaches. She seemed to know Daisypaw already... Candorpaw lifts his chin, all confident - like. " Sneezy cat! Remember me? " His gqze flickers to Lichenstar for a fleeting moment, the Leader no long seperated from the rest by the height of the stone. What're you guys doing here? Candorpaw's ears flick back and forward. " I dunno, " he answers lamely. " I guess... Um, I suppose because ShadowClan felled the real gathering. "

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[Orangestar]

Both Clans are, understandably, awkward. Orangestar feels it herself, shows it in the rigid posture of her own, but Clanmates on both sides (Mosspool and Candorpaw, notably, stand out to her) gingerly reach out with greetings. Lichenstar arrives and Orangestar relaxes just slightly, the not-quite-bristling fur at her spine laying flat at the sight of the other she-cat, and she gives a firm nod in return to her counterpart.

"Your patrol may cross the river for this meeting." The SkyClan leader instructs their neighbours with a flick of her tail, and turns to take a few steps backwards from the stepping-stones. A show of good faith, guarded but genuine; while Orangestar does hope RiverClan would not press any advantage given, they would be making themselves vulnerable at the same time by accepting. With luck, awareness of that fact would deter any opportunistic thoughts from the more cunning cats among SkyClan's visitors. To her Clanmates, she meows a little quieter, "Let them cross."

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• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | eight lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — single ; mentoring springpaw & ashpaw
  — speech is in #F18C47
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[DUSKPOOL]

don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

In a flat, guttural tone, Duskpool advised his apprentice to stay close, uncertain of what this meeting would intel, though born out of pure pessimism. One of these days it’s gonna bite ya in the ass, Duskpool. Didn’t it always? At least it didn’t birth unnecessary hope and rotten disappointment.

The gatherin’ sure was one of ‘em but Duskpool hadn’t expected much. Fools. The whole lot of ‘em.

He breathed ruggedly, scarred features scannin’ the outcroppin’ of RiverClan cats with subtle contemplation, takin’ note of familiar faces. Orangestar’s voice breakin’ through the haze shortly after Lichenstar’s arrival, offerin’ their neighbors a chance to cross the rocks.

Duskpool dipped his helm, hefty paws pullin’ back, wooly plumage flickin’ lethargicly.

“Why don’t ya talk to those apprentices over there?” His tone dropped, gravelly soundin’ to whisper to Chivepaw, helm jerkin’ in the RiverClanner’s direction. “Don’t cause a ruckus.” A subtle don’t overshare was left unsaid to the newly appointed apprentice.

Hummin’ quietly, muscles rippled beneath scarred, obsidian fur. “How’s RiverClan holdin’ up?” He commented monotonously to the nearest RiverClanner, figurin’ he’d jump-start the tense atmosphere. Not that he blamed ‘em. Hell. Duskpool was among ‘em. Trustin’ cats seemed far-fetched now that the prey was out of the bag. Stealin’ and killin’ sure was a hell of a way to start a gatherin’ given how Chilledstar reacted.

Never less. It’d be a waste of time if they just stared at each other like quiverin’ kits. Better to see what cats to trust if things turn for the worse.

Not that Duskpool trusted a great deal.

@NEMO​

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[SILVERSMOKE]

The gathering was a chaotic disaster that still ruffled the tom's pelt into the early dawn hours. Shoulders bunched and posture slouched as he moved behind Orangestar, the spotted tabby was still under the belief that there was nothing to gain from talking to the other clans, even one that had been 'peaceful'. Any excitement of sharing battle techniques had died with RiverClan's use of the gorge as a murder weapon - even as he told apprentice after apprentice to do what was necessary to survive, there was some lengths he did not think it possible to go to. Sharp eyes watched as RiverClanners began to move to their shores, his puffed up tail lashing to and fro. Silversmoke remained at the back of the patrol, on his haunches and tapping his foot impatiently - a security guard to make sure nothing went wrong, as opposed to someone who wanted to make an effort socialising.




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[shellpaw]

her attention is drawn easily by him ; sun - lined tom cat, drawn russet upon locks of a mane still thickening with age. he calls her sneezy cat, which wrinkles the alabaster of her nose in distaste ( an insult? ).. for only a brief moment. there is no dissonance to cross meadow green eyes, no hint of cruelty to pinch broad features ; only a flick of ears and phrasing that phantomimes smile across dusky lips, ” yeah, i remember — youre silly. “ still, she wraps her brain around his bravado, his volume slowly. the real gathering.. so this was pretend? a pretend gathering could be fun, especially with real life cats from another clan! shellpaw blinks, ” does felled mean, um.. really messed up? “ surely, because that’s what they did.

her skull swivels when orangestar, skyclan’s leader, eventually begins to speak — opens with a flourish, a show of peace and invitation. the molly holds a calm, assertive stature, though her voice holds a temper of warmth to it when she calls for them to cross. shellpaw blinks incredulously. truly? this wasn’t a trap? surely not.. they had to reason to distrust skyclan. not when their leader moves back from the stones to make way for them, and something like friends wait just over the water. with a searching glance lichenstar’s way, brows furrowing in the briefest questioning twitch, the girl steps forward.

she bounds the first stone with the practiced ease of a riverclanner, webbed toes griping slick stone at its rough edges to keep her upright. in a few quick leaps, she is over — panting with exertion that slumps her head between jutting shoulder blades, bleary eyes blinking against the blazing sun when paws meet sun - warmed sand. she makes her way over to the pair for real, strawberry sweet eyes flitting back every now and then to ensure her clanmates were still doing the same, ” you think they’re gonna talk about like, new warriors and stuff? like a real gathering? “ she says, once close enough ; it’s strange, she’d admit, to see orangestar so closely. descended, not so pedestaled above them as the leaders were to be. seeing her like this.. she was kind of short, wasn’t she?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

• i. interacting with @CANDORPAW she likes your funny words magic man
  
  
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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[Daisydrop]

Eyes widened as one of the RiverClanners moved forward to greet him, a small sigh leaving the young tom when he realized that it was just Shellpaw and not another coming near them as well. The apprentice moves near the stepping stones, coming to speak to him, asking a question and in response he'd offer a smile and shake his head before opening his maw to speak before Candorpaw speaks instead. "Yeah, that." He'd offer, ears flicking over to Orangestar once she requests their own patrol to move back so that the RiverClanners could move forward onto SkyClan territory.

It threw him off that they were allowed so freely to cross, even more-so it threw him off when he took a step back to quickly see Shellpaw cross over the stones with what seemed like ease before she moved forward and the SkyClanner could tell she'd been panting. He never thought he'd be one to cross the stones so wouldn't know if it was exhausting to do so or not but he filed in the back of his mind to ask later if others would think it would be. "I hope so, it was weird to not get news from other clans... made the gathering not feel right so maybe this can fix it a little?" If anything, this would help with the relations between the two clans even if nothing was ever done with it.

CAUGHT YOU RED 🌺 HANDED IN THE BISCUIT TIN

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  ♡ SH blue w/low white & blue eyes
  ♡ cannot properly control emotions
  ♡ born november 8, 2023. ages realistically
  ♡ sexuality unknown ; interested in no one
  ♡ adopted by Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish
  ♡ brother to Weedpaw and Fluffypaw
  ♡ easy to befriend ; easy to upset
  ♡ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ♡ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[pebbletail]

(☼) he hadn't spoken to any skyclanner cats at the past gathering, told to stick close to foxtail and then find shellpaw when the announcements started. it's exciting now, to get to finally interact with another clan with the ease that a gathering usually beckons. following first his mentor, then splitting off to join his sister, pebblepaw will brush against lichenstar as riverclan flows into the river and across the stones. his mother is so smart, organizing this post gathering sharing of tongues with orangestar. it'll allow them to have good faith in each other as clans. stepping gently from stone to stone, he forgoes the last one and splashes lightly into the river, confidant paws carrying him up the bank where he will shake his lower half free of water. once dry, pebblepaw will follow the smaller lilac frame towards two cats he doesn't recognize.

coming up from behind shellpaw, he will tap her left shoulder with his tail, and then quickly pop around her right side, hopefully tricking her into looking the wrong way. should his tiny trick be successful, the blue tabby will nudge the girl with laughter in his gaze. ember eyes find the flame licked frame of candorpaw, and the winged-patched darker fur of daisypaw. "hullo," he'll greet, dipping his head. "i'm shellpaw's brother, pebblepaw," hopefully this is all the explanation they need. "mind if i join you guys? i dunno any other skyclanners, and any friend of my sister's is a friend of mine." his gaze searches the berry-stained one of his littermate, hoping he'll be accepted into the conversation.

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

• // interacting with @shellpaw, @CANDORPAW, and @Daisypaw " #848DAE"
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  PEBBLEPAW ☼ HE / HIM, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORED BY FOXTAIL. 8 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[DOGBITE]

✦ Dogbite follows after the bushy tail of Fireflyglow his blue eye nervously peering around. The gathering had been an utter travesty and getting so shaken up by Starclan wasn't something he was used to. Upon arrival he settled at the Medicine Cat's free side. Peering over at Hollypaw on the occasion as Riverclanner's came to greet them.

They stayed intentionally still and quiet. Nerves frazzled and legs aching for the sweet reprieve of his nest. He understood why his friend wished to meet with the other leader and as her council he wouldn't dare say no.

Fireflyglow's voice roused him into awareness if not increase his anxieties. They no longer felt so indifferent towards the starry entities that painted the skies. Upon Lichenstar's arrival his good eye settled upon her with interest. Scooting aside as the fishy-scented warriors joined them on Skyclan territory. He was in no mood to mingle and pointedly kept his gaze focused on the leader's conversation.

✦ OOC ✦ INFO ✦

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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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[LIONPAW]

〔✦〕Lionpaw does not stray from Candorpaw's side, especially as RiverClan is invited to cross the river. The chocolate torbie point knows that their neighbors are friendly toward them; if Orangestar trusts them then why shouldn't he? But, at the end of the day, they were utter strangers. He found himself shying from interacting with some of his own clanmates at times, so meeting an entire RiverClan patrol was overwhelming to say the least.

The son of Blazestar casts a final glance back toward his mentor before gulping and sticking close to his littermate, knowing that he would gladly take the lead and strike up a conversation at a moment's notice. It was not as if the apprentice was disinterested in meeting the fish-eating cats, but social skills were not his strong point.

Lionpaw recognizes Shellpaw and he gives an acknowledging dip of his head, simply letting Candorpaw do the talking for now. A blue tabby apprentice approaches the group, introducing himself as Pebblepaw, and Lionpaw decides to murmur, "It's... good t'meet you." They seemed nice enough, didn't they? Nerves still prickle his spine, though he finds himself slowly but surely letting his guard down while in the presence of his fellow trainees.

all the lights aglow ( tokyo snows ) //

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• LIONPAW —— apprentice of skyclan , mentored by crowsight ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ trans male / he/they pronouns / 6 moons & ages every 9th
  ✦ single / bisexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy combat difficulty / won't start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired chocolate torbie point with blue eyes. a silky, cream-colored pelt is adorned with chocolate points. his points are splashed with ginger spots. tabby patterns also stripe around their dark limbs and face.

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