EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING ☀️ january pre-gathering chatter

[ROEFLAME .]

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Sparks of anticipation send shivers up the deputies forelimbs as they arrive at Four Trees. For once, the deputy felt prepared for whatever may unfold under the full moon tonight, in fact- she was more than ready for it. ShadowClan had held their claim over a piece of ThunderClans territory for far too long, and tonight Flamestar would be initiating the first step to claim it back. Whether or not they'd have to force it from the marsh-dwellers paws Roeflame couldn't guess, Ternstar was little less than a mystery to her.

Their SkyClan neighbors aren't at their side tonight as the ThunderClanners arrive at the Four Trees- though, given the recent tensions the choice to travel separately was just fine with Roeflame. Brittle foliage ripples past the tabbies pelt as she pads into the clearing at Flamestar's side, her glance towards her leader steely and brief. While her primary focus would be on ShadowClan tonight, the thought of mingling amongst RiverClan warriors made the deputy's belly twist; the memory of her best friends vigil still suffocatingly fresh. "Don't stray too far tonight," the brassed she-cat murmurs firmly into Dovepaw's ear, the distrust for their neighbors thick and obvious on her tongue. This would be their last gathering as an apprentice, but the thought of that was also too overwhelming for the mother, she'd have to wait to mull over it until after they returned to camp.

With that, Roeflame lifts her head high and comes to a slow as the ThunderClan patrol began to merge with the crowd, picking her way through the sea of bodies with no particular direction in mind.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

• apprentice tag — @Dovepaw
  open for interactions ! (:
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Dayfern]

Dayfern

Status: Observing, Calm

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Dayfern weaves amongst the other Thunderclanners who have been called to attend this gathering. She hadn't been in a long while. So many new faces to meet. So many new cats to observe. She attempted to get as close to the front as was possible and reasonable before settling down. She wanted to hear and see the events of tonight. While waiting for the gathering to start, the torbie did turn and keep an eye on the other clans as they arrived. Her eyes wide and unblinking, wondering if anyone would approach her or not.

She would stay here and wait. She was in no hurry. Her eyes flit over the Shadowclanners and Riverclanners in attendance, committing faces to memory even if she couldn't place a name. She watched as the others in her clan dispersed into the crowd and disappeared from view. She stayed where she was. Watching. Always Watching.
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Give me one reason why ☼────☼────☼ I should give up the fight

• OOC: Open to Interactions!
• Dayfern - Female black tortie silver blotched tabby ☼ She/Her ☼ Warrior of Thunderclan ☼ Penned by Snowy ☼ 25 moons
  ☼ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☼ "Speech"
  ☼ Thoughts
  
  

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[shroudedbeam]

Tonight is Shroudedbeam's first gathering as a warrior. The last one he had been to, with his first mentor Mousenose, was just after his apprentice ceremony. He'd resented the way she showed him off to bordering Clans - now, he almost misses the naivety of it all. There's a tension thick in the air tonight. Though his expression remains stoic and unbothered, Shroudedbeam walks close alongside @Bugchaser ! until their fur brushes, an unspoken, protective comfort for both her and himself.

As ThunderClan disperses amongst the crowd, Shroudedbeam prepares to settle where he stands - but he imagines the social butterfly next to him has other plans. Silver eyes flick towards her now, wondering if there's any chance she feels just as suffocated as him and would like to sit alone, just the two of them. Unlikely.

He'd barely conversed in his first gathering - he remembers the friendly face of a WindClan apprentice, seemingly his age, coaxing him away from his hiding spot next to his mentor. Shroudedbeam briefly glances towards the WindClanners, but quickly deserts his search. Bugchaser might just be all he has in this clearing - and loathed as he is to admit it, he's relieved. But.. if she's going to chatter, he may as well join her. Or at least, trail behind her and stare daggers into whatever other-Clan cat strikes her fancy. "Where.. would you like to go?" Shroudedbeam questions eventually, slowly, as if second-guessing every word that stumbles out of his mouth. Please, not ShadowClan. Not RiverClan.

ON YOUR OWN, YOU CANNOT CALL IT YOUR HOMEㅤ ✩ ☾ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ1/1/2025

• ooc: following @Bugchaser !
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  ■■■■■■ ✶ shroudedbeam. warrior of thunderclan. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  ☾ㅤamab cis male, he/him | undiscovered sexuality, single.
  ☾ㅤ13 moons old | ages every 8th. created 4/10/24
  ☾ㅤmentored by mousenose and doespring
  ☾ㅤlh red tabby with high white
  ☾ㅤcrimsonsun xx shadedmoon
  ☾ㅤbrother to fadingsun, glowingsun, dwindlingmoth, and shadowedsun
  ☾ㅤclose with bugchaser
  ☾ㅤwritten by ixora, ic opinions | tags‎

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[BOUNCEPAW]

Bouncepaw could hardly shut up on the way to this moon's Gathering, asking way too many questions to any cat who'd listen. "I wonder what a SkyClan cat smells like! Will we see any of their kittypets?", "I heard RiverClan cats have sticks up their rears. Is that true? …Language…? Oh, sorry.", "Can I climb the Great Rock before the Gathering starts? …No? Why?!" StarClan wouldn't have blamed anyone if they had told her to put a toad in her mouth and hush.

As they enter the clearing she is trembling with excitement. So much so, at first glance cats who didn't know any better might've mistaken it for nerves. The full moon shines down through the gaps in the trees, illuminating the clearing. The Great Rock stands even taller than she imagined with the four ancient trees towered behind it.

Cats of all kinds of different smells begin to emerge too, some already chatting in the clearing. Bouncepaw's heart quickens as green eyes grow huge with awe. "Wow…!" She gasps, for the first time in her life she was almost speechless.

But not for long.

"C'MON @FROZENPAW ! Let's go!" She squeals, almost darting off before she forces herself to stop in her tracks. She spins back around to face @BATCHASER and @Snowlark. "We'll be good, swear it!" She doesn't give them much time to protest before racing into the crowd, looking back over her shoulder basically every other heartbeat to make sure Frozenpaw was following.

Upon finding a group of apprentices forming she butts right in, "HI GUYS! I'm Bouncepaw and this is Frozenpaw! We're ShadowClan's NEWEST apprentices!" She introduces them both, interrupting whatever conversation had been being held prior. "What Clans are you cats from? Theres so many smells… I can't tell the difference between 'em yet!"

//dragging Frozenpaw literally wherever she goes.
ENGAGING with a group of apprentices! PLEASE feel free to have your apprentice be apart of the group she's talking to. I wrote it like this for others to join in, so please please do, if you'd like <3

 

[Fireflyglow]

Fireflyglow dips through the crowd with a young cat by his side this time, his tail resting over his spine to reassure him. Fawnpaw, now officially his apprentice, is attending his first gathering. He whispers soft encouragement to the young tom, a small smile on his lips. "This is the gathering.. It's held every moon. You and I will sit with the other medicine cats and their apprentices." He flicks his muzzle in the direction of where the medicine cats will be sitting.

"Go and socialize, youngling. But no fighting. As soon as the leaders start their news, you must come to me, yes?" He asked him with an upward crook of his eyebrow. "Don't go around bragging about your new rank, youngling. You must be humble." He stands up straight, nudging the tom before he begins his slow march over to the others.

@Fawnpaw~​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 29 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Silkpaw]

The sky stretches vast and endless above Silkpaw, painted in deep blues flecked with stunning starry studs. The wind is brisk, but it carries an undercurrent of excitement that sets her fur tingling. Tonight is her first Gathering, her first chance to meet cats from the other clans and, more importantly, make an impression.

She has spent the better part of the day preparing for this moment. Her downy white fur gleams with the effort of countless grooming sessions, and she's woven tiny heather blooms into the tufts of fur near her ears. A few delicate sprigs of lavender are tucked carefully behind one, their scent subtle but unmistakable. She has spent roughly the entire evening chewing on mint so that her breath is fresh as ever. Now, as she trails after her clanmates into Fourtrees, the apprentice stands out not just because of her appearance but because of the confidence in her step, her chin lifted high.

As she steps into the clearing below the four towering oaks, her heart begins to race. The sight of cats gathering in the moonlight, their pelts glowing silver under the watchful gaze of the full moon, feels like something out of a story. She exhales slowly to steady herself. No, She reminds herself, I belong here. There is no need to be nervous. Her sapphire eyes dart across the crowd, taking in the mix of faces - some friendly, some reserved, some outright wary. She pauses near the edge of the clearing and sits down with her back stick-straight and curls her tail around her paws to survey the scene. This is it: her moment to step into the spotlight, to show that Silkpaw of WindClan is not a name to forget. Still, there's a flicker of doubt that she buries quickly, straightening her posture even more and smoothing an invisible tuft of fur with a quick lick. They'll love you, She tells herself. Now all that's left is to see who approaches first, or who catches her eye enough to make her take the first step.

// open to interaction!
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[SCORCHSTORM]

It seems foolish that Scorchstorm, the new deputy of WindClan, should walk into the gathering with such mundane matters on her mind. But she can't help but rake the sea of bobbing heads for a familiar dappled crown, bisected black and rouge. Seeing Cherryblossom at the previous gathering had unearthed a desperation that Scorchstorm didn't even know she had been nurturing all this time — now it grasps at her spine with newborn paws, small and mewling, eager for familiar comfort. It is not familiar, she reminds herself. We have spent so much time apart. We are different now from the girls we were then. The desperation releases her slowly, and Scorchstorm commands herself again.

Apprentices in tow, the flame-licked molly weaves through the clowder with the rest of her Clanmates. She wears a leery stare; a hard-lined mouth. Even among her peers, Scorchstorm is stoic and reserved, but among potential enemies.... Her mind wants to trust them, but her heart cannot. Is it sad that she who traveled with all five Clans cannot stow suspicion for the night? Or is it smart? The Clans still fight after the Journey, after all, and the peace that StarClan demands at these gatherings has always been but a gossamer veil atop bubbling oil. Even if it is not a Clan she must concern herself with, then it is a band of rogues. DuskClan had waited for a moonlit night to attack their camp several moons ago now. But what could she do to prevent it here?

She casts Scorchstar a glance, though what she seeks from her mother even she does not know. Finally, she finds the courage to approach someone new.

"Roeflame," the echo of WindClan's leader chuffs. She offers a nod of deference to the older deputy, but is pleased — and quite anxious — to greet her as an equal. She makes an easy target, being the sole other Clan to claim Fourtrees to hunt this leafbare. It helps that she is not a RiverClanner. Both of their stomachs turn at the idea of conversing with the fish-eaters, though they do not know it. "How has ThunderClan been faring? Well, I hope."

MY ARRIVAL IS HONORED WITH THE HONING OF AN AXE ✦

• ooc. speaking with @ROEFLAME ., but also seeking interacts with other deputies!

• SCORCHSTORM —— deputy of windclan . mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . mentoring bramblepaw & silkpaw . scorchstar x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw

  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. distrustful and stoic with a taste for violent correction.
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 21 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ penned by meghan
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] The scents were overwhelming coming from all the clans coming together underneath the moon, the chill of leaf-bare's hold made Fawnpaw shiver slightly and Fireflyglow's encouraging word was what made the newly made medicine cat apprentice relax a bit. He listened to the words of his mentor, expressing he'd be attending every moon, how overwhelming yet as the moons begin to pass by Fawnpaw was sure he'd get the hang of it. "I'm excited to see the other medicine cats and their apprentices" he whispered softly, it was best to get to know the faces of those who he'll see around and sit with every moon...

Yet the soft nudge from Fireflyglow to encourage him to interact with other clans made a nervous look appear in his gaze before nodding. Fawnpaw will keep in mind about staying humble, it was an honor to have such a rank in the first place and surely many had interest to seek the path of healing in hopes for their clans health only for the Stars to choose another and it was a rank only those blessed by Starclan (that alongside leader) so very few were in such a path like that one.

Not wanting to move far from where Fireflyglow had move to sit (so he didn't get lost), Fawnpaw's gaze drifted before landing on a pale molly hes never seen before, she looked to be about his age so perhaps this too had to be her first gathering.. hesitantly he approached, "Uhm... hello... I'm Fawnpaw, Medicine Cat Apprentice of Skyclan... and you are?" he asked softly, keeping his words humble, not lifting his chin or showing any ounce of pride he had for the rank bestowed on him. "Is...this your first gathering as well?" he questioned with curioud bi-colored eyes.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Fawnpaw 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, MCA of Skyclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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Briefly interacting with @Fireflyglow
Interacting with @Silkpaw !
Open for interactions ))