EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING ☀️ january pre-gathering chatter

[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

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 ))

 

[SHEEPWISH]

The foliage of trees that act as their namesake is still odd, to him. Considering there are more than four clans. Charcoal - dusted paws follow after his clanmates, while his head craned up like a horse showing off as he walked languidly next to Brackenscar. His fur is well - groomed, and cleaned to make him look regal enough. A healed - up scar across his neck, healed with pale fur barely covering it's ugliness. The newly crowned warrior hasn't been to the gathering in many moons, he thinks of his first - ever gathering where he met Sneezeduck of Shadowclan... they are more acquaintances than friends. A flicks an ear as he gets snapped from his thoughts, half - lidded gaze drift to the cluster of cats floating into the hollow like busy bees. Already chattering with their neighbors, a canopy of mews and exited purrs. The different scents make his nose wrinkle in distaste, it makes his head swim.

The lanky black smoke has to say... She cares little for the gatherings, she doesn't feel that attached to the other clans. Sheepwish has not been to the gathering in a few moons and she barely made friends at her first one, only an acquaintance. Not that she minds it. Sweeping her long feathered tail behind her, she curls it up slightly as she bumps her shoulder with Brackenscar. She dips into the hollow along with the Windclanners, the molly turns her head towards the scarred calico. "Well, I'm off then...! Ready to mingle and all..." Her voice was wraithlike, with a hint of mischief in her tone. Without a second to waste— he lifts his tail in goodbye before parting ways. His dark ears swiveled as long limbs strode him near a tall, tall stone where the more important - looking cats skulked proudly. Boring!

He slithers his way around chattering cats, making sure to avoid the fish - dwellers in the crowd. He'd rather not converse with Riverclan, and get a noseful of their smelly - ness. Yuck. His ears perk forward attentively, and his gray leather nose twitches curiously as he shifts his cerulean gaze to a feline. Tilting his head slightly, the charcoal-pointed tom makes his way toward the lone cat. He studies the unfamiliar cat. A wiry thing, all thin and sharp - pointed– cream colored with burning red here and there. Weasel... Sheepwish thinks to himself, a glimmer of curiosity swimming in his pale blue gaze. A smile pulls up his lips, pearlescent teeth on display while he starts his way towards the stranger. Once he is close enough, he sniffs towards the cat— the scent of marshland, clay, and wet. Quite smelly... "Hellooo there stranger... The name is Sheepwish, what is your name?" His long plumed tail curled near his back paws, as he started to introduce himself. A friendly greeting was spilled from his lips, neck craned forward with his gaze trained on the marshy scented feline.

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒

• ooc. briefly interacting with @Brackenscar, interacting with @SINGEGLARE ! otherwise open for interactions!

• no ref yet!​

• ( WELL, OF COURSE! ) ꕤ ‧₊˚. SHEEPWISH. ╱ WINDCLAN WARRIOR
  ⤷ CLOSETED GENDERFLUID ; HE / SHE ; currently 14 moons & ages every 29th.
  ➸ undecided / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ➸ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and pale blue eyes. a freethinking, curious feline who finds new things fascinating. the crafty unchained spirit full of wonderment.
  ➸ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ➸ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ➸ smells of night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[Silkpaw]

// talking to @Fawnpaw~

Silkpaw sits at the edge of the clearing, her tail curling neatly over her paws as her mentor strides off to converse with the other deputies. She watches her for a moment, sapphire gaze following their every move. The authority she now commands makes her chest swell with pride - that is the kind of cat she aims to become. But her attention is soon drawn elsewhere.

From the corner of her eye, she notices movement - a young tom, his expression nervous yet earnest, approaching her on careful paws. Her ivory ears flick forward as he speaks, his soft tone and humble demeanor catching her slightly off guard. Ah, a medicine cat apprentice? That explains the way he carries himself, she thinks with a flicker of approval. Silkpaw straightens, her confidence unshaken as she greets him with a friendly smile. "The medicine cat apprentice of SkyClan?" She echoes, her sing-song voice bright and lilting. "Well, color me impressed, Fawnpaw! I'm Silkpaw, apprentice of WindClan." Almond eyes glint with curiosity as she studies him, noting how he seems to shy away from pride despite his prestigious role. Why, she would flaunt it if she were lucky enough to be in his place!

He asks if this is her first Gathering and her smile grows warmer. "Oh, absolutely! And it's already shaping up to be one for the books." She leans forward slightly, her tone dropping into a playful whisper. "You and I? I can tell we're going to be the best of friends. The stars probably planned it." A medicine cat apprentice! It is fate that he is the first cat she meets outside of her own clan! She pulls back then with a grin as she gestures dramatically to the crowd with an outstretched paw. "So, what do you think? A bit overwhelming, isn't it?" Her charcoal tail swishes behind her, betraying her own excitement even as she pretends to be completely composed.
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[downyfur]

This is their third Gathering in a row, and it makes them eighteen Gatherings old today. The way the tall trees slice the moonlight into ribbons instead of letting it freely filter over their backs is unsettling. Downyfur's pelt, already silvery to begin with, is burnished to an even brighter pearl as they stream in with the rest of WindClan, head high despite their diminutive stature.

They glance at their apprentice, finding her similar shades in among the crowd with ease. "Heatherpaw," they murmur encouragingly, touching their tail to her slim shoulder. "Have fun." It's hard enough to come by in Leaf-bare. With that, they excuse themself, slipping mouse-like back into the clowder woodwork.

ThunderClanners are too often loud and large. It's what makes the pale torbie near the Great Rock strange, her amber eyes as wide and unerring as the midday sun. The little feline approaches her with a smile, curiosity tugging the edges of it a little wider, more welcoming. "Hello," they greet, taking a seat next to her. "I'm Downyfur." Pleasantly, they expect her name in answer.

ooc: talked to @heatherpaw. for a bit & now talking to @Dayfern ​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Descending into the huge, dark-covered cave of Fourtrees doesn't overwhelm Sedgepounce so much anymore. Stars, he's almost used to it—but tonight the absence of an apprentice at his shoulder is like this weeping, carved out wound. It's been over a moon, and usually he's better about accepting it, until every now and again there's this unexpected punch to the gut when he realizes that Bunnypaw should be somewhere and she's not. Salt to the wound.

Before they duck across the border, Sedgepounce slows to the back of the patrol, staring up at the huge pine canopy with a nauseating feeling of grief and guilt and dread. For a moment, his breath is a cold stone lodged in his chest. "C'mon..." he whispers, bouncing on his paws. A shaky exhale expels what anxiety he can muster before Sedgepounce follows after his clanmates, padding into Fourtrees with pelts dressed in gorse-leaf and sweetgrass.

Things will be...fine. It's one more hurdle to jump over, but Bunnypaw never even liked going to the Gathering. She's probably happy staying at camp.

Maybe. He hopes.

Amber eyes flit over the attending crowd. Scorchstorm stands chin-raised and tense by ThunderClan's deputy, Sheepwish impishly finding a ShadowClanner. Silkpaw, surprisingly, finds a SkyClan apprentice. Sedgepounce contends with being the odd one out for a moment, quietly pondering on the sidelines of all the hubbub until something inevitably changes.

// open to interaction!! :3c
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[Amberhaze]

Gatherings were hard. A cesspool of tension, hostility and awkward glances flitting freely between all five clans. It went without saying that they had been greatly divided in recent moons- much more so than what was typical. Despite the full moon's promise of peace hanging loosely overhead, Amberhaze couldn't stifle the roiling in his gut as he descended from the slight slope that marked the island's entrance. Anything could happen, especially in the presence of Thunderclan, who had shown time and time again where their opinions stood on Shadowclan. He had never blamed them for the hostilities thrown freely across the thunderpath whenever they had crossed paths- he figured it was within their right after what had been unjustly taken from them. Truthfully, the extra land hardly did them any favors as they had initially hoped- Thunderclan was just as scrapped of prey as the rest of them, and marking the extra territory was just additional work to slave over during hard times.

Amberhaze stood idle for some time, swallowing thickly in an attempt to ward off stress-induced bile from spewing from a twitching maw. His outstretched ochre eyes briefly lingered on his apprentice, @talonpaw., before allowing his rat-like tail to gently glide down his back in a reassuring gesture. "Um...B-Be mindful of what you say, o-okay?" His brow furrowed with his warning, an anxious glance cast at the area where Thunderclan had chosen to take up in mass. It was strange, the way all five clans gathered as one...and yet still seemed entirely split between each other like shattered ice. He figured it would be best to stay away from clear adversaries for tonight...if not for his own sake, for the sake of saving face. He was more than just a warrior now, and as much as he felt as though he was still undeserving of such an honor, he was a direct reflection of his clan. He couldn't risk letting them down by stirring up trouble, even with the intention of cordiality.

Scanning the crowd elsewhere, he would pinpoint a familiar face- thankfully not one of Thunderclan- and allowed himself a steadying breath before approaching with as much confidence as he could muster. "H-Hey, Sedgepounce. It's- It's good to- um...see you again." The abyssal tom settled next to the fellow lead warrior with a jagged arch, his posture a rather stereotypical reflection of what Shadowclanners were assumed to be- rigid, shifty, unwelcoming- like they've never had any kind of socialization since kithood. "...Are you okay?" It didn't take long for Amberhaze to pick up on the uncharacteristic stoicism in Sedgepounce. He seemed locked into himself, his thoughts clearly elsewhere despite his body remaining in the same place he had dragged it off to. And there was something...missing. Someone. I don't think I saw Bunnypaw among the other apprentices tonight...Shouldn't she be here, too? He held off in asking for now.

[ ☣ ] Interacting with @SEDGEPOUNCE

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AMBERHAZEㅤTAGS
⚛ㅤmale (he / him) / bisexual aroace, single
⚛ㅤ20 moons old / ages semi-realistically, every 21st
⚛ㅤlead warrior of shadowclan for 0 moons
⚛ㅤnpc x npc / younger brother to wormwatcher
⚛ㅤmentoring talonpaw / mentored by wormwatcher
⚛ㅤpenned by sloane / encarcerated on discord

a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and luminous ocher eyes
⤷ black oriental shorthair x cornish rex

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

The sound of Roeflame's name puts a pause in the ThunderClanner's slow gait, her gaze meeting the WindClan warriors with a civil dip of her head. "Scorchstorm," the deputy greets in return, the name coming easily to her tongue despite never having spoken to the other directly before. She was an uncanny reflection of her mother, in name and pelt- and Roeflame could just vaguely recall the announcement of Scorchstorms promotion to Lead Warrior.

"Leafbare has been rearing its ugly head, but ThunderClan remains strong." The ticked she-cat replies, her tone casual despite the guarded nature of her words. Despite their alliance with WindClan, Roeflame couldn't bring herself to offer the other any warmth, not beyond the coolness of neutral civility. "And how about WindClan? I hope the frost hasn't made the moors too unbearable." Roeflame's returns the question, her ignorance towards WindClan's territory beginning to peak through the deputies polite attempts at small talk. Beyond flat and windy, Roeflame's knowledge on the moorlands was next to nothing.

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

• speaking w/ @SCORCHSTORM
  

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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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[shellpool]

long ribbons of fishbone curls cast her a blistering ivory against the deep undergrowth, orchid petals and lavender sprouts dripping lazily from well - woven coat ; a frosted halo follows the gaunt edges of her, places where water slicks curls to her slight frame before being shaken primly out into a dovish ruffle. she follows her patrol with her heart ticking nervous, excited, nervous in quick succession ; her first gathering as a warrior was sure to be an eventful one, most delicately - put. the stains that mark their borders was rich in thunderclan blood, fresh and heady with the copper scent of death. guilt pricks at the underside of tender paws. she only lifts her chin higher.

habitually hovering close to her mother's heel, shellpool squints rheumy eyes towards the alabaster glow of the moon above — shadows dance along the aged greenery, a tense chatter humming from just beyond that has her spine straightening. stillwater expression pinches, sniffing. the scent of thunderclan is heavy, a blotting cloud of soil and fern that swivels an ear towards where pinefrost stands. her gaze, heavy - lidded, follows shortly after ; intense, wasn't it? her muzzle twists briefly before the clearing opens, nose pressing through to reveal the moonlit gathering in all its frantic glory.

swiftly, her suspicions confirm ; there were more thunderclanners than usual, tonight. the air is thick with it, with cutting eyes and prolonged stares that sizzle at the still - dripping wave of her pelt. she stands for a moment, eyes them . . shadowclan stands pointedly away from the forest - dwellers as well, brimming with an uncomfortableness that hunches their spines. the peace was brittle as the melting ice holding stubbornly over narrow waters. her tail drifts lazily alongside her best friend's flank, gives her a ghosting grin . . " stay out of trouble tonight. " swan soft, teasing ; the tension could be lit at the barest spark, and what lie between them held a trembling match. the excitement that urges her to go, find daisydrop, find pinkshine, tell them you're one of them — convinces her it will be alright.

a familiar touch of noses with her former mentor, now a kind goodbye, good luck in her new name, and the shellpool finds herself padding into the crowd.

she gives her chest a few precursory licks, slow blinks at those she passes with a grace she's learned from her mothers ; a sharpened refinery, doused in gosling feathers. eyes drift steadily over the weaving bodies and, for a moment, she catches an eye. flashing green like an overgrown forest, sparking with electricity that narrowed dark pupils to a heady stare. a familiar, flame - tinged tabby . . shellpool meets her gaze for a brief moment, but the thunderclan leader does not waver, and rheumy eyes pull away first with an agitated backward flick of velveteen ears. ( what was she staring at? it wasn't as if they knew just who had taken the life of her warrior . . wasn't it? had the stars whispered truths to her? )

she turns in a quick semi - circle around, running promptly face - first into a molly that smelled of fern and pine. skyclan.

shellpool tips her head back and, blessedly, feels faint recognition register in her mind, " howlfire. " breathing her name like a savior . . being the riverclan leader's apprentice for so long had served her well, in many aspects ; border familiarity sticks with her, and so do the dulcet tones of the former queen's striped pelt. still moving, the girl does an awkward sideways dance that turns them to where the elder warrior would conceal the still - blazing glare boring into her lilac flank, " you look lovely as always . . even lovelier a couple of steps . . this way. " the second part an octave quieter than the former, finally turning herself well enough away to stop in her slow turn and blink beneath the crystal starlight up at howlfire, squinting a sheepish smile. mostly concealed from the hell - bending glare of thunderclans leader, she continues distractfully on — please don't ask, " is your apprentice here tonight? he'd seemed so excited at the border . . i'm sure he's been leaping out of his fur to attend his first gathering. "

she leans in conspiratorially, glimmer of pride rupturing through her avoidant clumsiness. though only vaguely familiar, hoarse vocals brim with the need to say it — to anyone, anyone who would listen, " i am, too, to tell you the truth. it's my first as a warrior . . my name is shellpool, now. " maybe, the skyclanner could give her a few tips and pointers . . scar - laden and breathtaking and powerful as she seemed. despite her new name, she feels a striking sense of delicacy aside the well - muscled molly.

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

• i. briefly interacting with @Pinefrost and @lichenstar — then doing an awkward tango w @Howlfire away from flamestar < / 3
  
  
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  SHELLPOOL . 𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𓆝 ࿐ SHE / HER, FOURTEEN MOONS OLD. WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN ; HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR. SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. 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 eiderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with stubborn 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.
  

  LIVING WITH LONGTERM ILLNESS ; prone to wheezing; coughing and sneezing with a forever runny nose. not contagious unless specified otherwise.

  
  

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[LIONGAZE]

Blue eyes almost frantically search the clusters of clan cats, their sights seeking a pair of green eyes complementing a dual-toned torbie pelt. SkyClan had not walked with ThunderClan tonight ( for obvious reasons ) which meant that Liongaze had to quickly seek out a familiar face before she was caught in another conversation. She would be here tonight, wouldn't she? Hadn't she received her warrior name? Liongaze wonders what it is...

However, Fourtrees grows busier and Liongaze finds himself standing deep within chattering voices and nauseating smells. There is too much going on, and if he kept wandering around aimlessly then he'd begin to raise some eyebrows. They deflated slightly, disappointed that they could not locate their friend, but perhaps they'd run into her later.

For now, Liongaze chooses to approach a pair of cats before him. They looked to be around his age, he figured. "Ah, hello." The soft-spoken tom meows, eyes flicking from the bright red-splashed tom to the dark-faced tom. His cheeks burn with embarrassment, wondering if he was making a decent first impression. "Greetings, uh," Liongaze adds on, this time dipping his head in acknowledgment toward the pair. Oh stars; socialization was never his forte. Candorflight and Hollypaw, on the other hand, could make new friends without even trying. "I'm Lionp— Liongaze. From SkyClan." That would take some getting used to.

Say something else, Liongaze urges himself. "What clans are y'all from?" Neither are RiverClan or ThunderClan for certain; Lionpaw can tell, as they patrol their borders quite often and know their scents. The brightly-colored tom stinks of the marshes; it is a pungent scent that indicates ShadowClan, though Liongaze would not want to be rude and assume anything. The dark-faced feline's scent is more airy and grassy... The new warrior's stomach sinks in realization. Was he from WindClan?

SHE SAID THAT I MAKE EXPRESSIONS LIKE HIMㅤ ✦✦ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ01/14

• ooc: interacting with @SINGEGLARE and @SHEEPWISH
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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ liongaze. warrior of skyclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  ✦ㅤafab trans male, he/they | pansexual, crushing on squirrelsong
  ✦ㅤ13 moons old | ages every 9th
  ✦ㅤwarrior | mentored by crowsight | mentoring n/a
  ✦ㅤlh chocolate torbie point ragdoll-mix with blue eyes, scar across face
  ✦ㅤblazestar† x doeblaze | littermate to candorflight & hollypaw
  ✦ㅤwritten by beatles, ic opinions | tags‎

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[Dayfern]

Dayfern

Status: Calm

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Dayfern stares out as more cats flow into the clearing, her ears on the conversations around her. She turns at the sound of approaching paw steps and watches the Windclanner approach. They seem to have a similar stature as Dayfern herself. It wasn't often she met one that was as small as her that wasn't also an apprentice. She listens as they introduce themself Downyfur, a new person. Possibly a new friend?

"Hello. Am Dayfern." She purrs out in greeting, a smile on her face. Her tail swished behind her on the ground as she watched Downyfur. "How are you?" She was doing her best to concentrate on how she talked. Hopepaw's words still fresh in her mind. Only some words in a sentence dropping instead of most. She would probably have a headache later but she didn't want the other clans to think she talked like a kit as Hopepaw put it. But she didn't let the thought drag her mood down. She didn't particularly care how others personally viewed her, but on a night like this she did not want it reflected back on Thunderclan.
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Give me one reason why ☼────☼────☼ I should give up the fight

• OOC: Interacting with @downyfur
• Dayfern - Female black tortie silver blotched tabby ☼ She/Her ☼ Warrior of Thunderclan ☼ Penned by Snowy ☼ 25 moons
  ☼ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☼ "Speech"
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[sealpaw]

This month had already been so much for the small, round Sealpaw – he had never done so many activities in his short lifetime. Seeing all the bordering territories and others alike, meeting different clans and seeing how they interacted with his clan... it was odd, really. They all seemed to have some sort of distain for each other – but why? Shouldn't they all be trying to work together during this seemingly difficult time? The boy did not know or understand the hardships that the clans were truly enduring, and the bubbling anger that rested in them all.

Padding into the clearing with Hawkspine right at his flank (he was practically pressed against the other's side from his nerves), the daylight apprentice wished Toast was here alongside him, getting to experience meeting all of the clans and being introduced to their different life styles. Though anxieties gnawed away at his stomach, there was a buzzing excitement radiating from his short pelt as he stared at the four great oak trees that towered above him. He felt like an ant, more than he already did, and shivered at the thought.

Looking now at Hawkspine, he was thankful that his mentor (it was so fun to call him that!) had told him a good amount about what these so-called "gatherings" were like before they had come. Shuffling his paws against frozen patches of dirt and grass, he waited until the cream tabby told him he was free to roam and wander as he pleased. Sealpaw beamed, a grin from ear to ear as he bounced up and down excitedly, all nerves now gone in a flash. "Ohh, thank you thank you, Hawkspine! I'll be back soon!" And off he went, prancing through the crowd as though he was meant to be there. And maybe he was!

Approaching a gathering group of what looked like apprentices, the collared feline hesitated before injecting into their space, one paw hanging limply from having stopped mid-step. What would they think of him? Would they take him seriously, with his apparently different clan-name (he didn't know that the clan cats didn't know what seals were... what a shame. Maybe he'd have to bring his stuffie seal next time to show everyone what he was named after) and rounder build? He knew now how spoiled he was to receive the food he got, and wished now more than ever that he wasn't weaving through a crowd where other's had ribs showing beneath their fur.

Sealpaw pushed away the thoughts that were keeping him so low and pushed himself to walk. Choosing to stand in-between two apprentices that had left a good amount of space, the chirpy chimera smiled wide and with his bi-colored eyes. "Hello, fellow apprentices! I'm Sealpaw, from SkyClan! I was just made a daylight apprentice this moon!" The boy was beaming, visibly excited to share his knowledge on clan terms and how easily they seemed to come to him now. Looking between the two, he tilted his head. "What are you're guys' names? What clans are you from? What makes them different from SkyClan?" He blurted out his questions, unaware that he may be overwhelming them with such enthusiastic questions. He just wanted to learn as much as he could about the clans!

But they were interrupted by two apprentices, one announcing for the both of them their names and where they were from. ShadowClan? Ooh, he didn't think he had met anyone from ShadowClan yet here! And so far, he liked this Bouncepaw from ShadowClan – she was just as bubbly and excited to be here as him!

Matching her energy, Sealpaw purred for Bouncepaw and Frozenpaw when she mentioned they were ShadowClan's newest apprentices. "Hi, Bouncepaw! Hi, Frozenpaw! Wow, you guys are new apprentices? Me too!" Pointing to his chest with his energy spilling over tenfold, he nodded to the group around him. "I actually just asked the same questions!! But, um, I'm Sealpaw! It still sounds fun to say, haha" he interjected with an entertained laugh, "but I'm from SkyClan! I'm a daylight apprentice." The boy said it with pride, his chest puffed out and brows furrowed to imitate seriousness. It was an honor for one, and one he was extremely proud of. "I'm still learning the different scents, too! It gets so overwhelming..." his head spun for a moment and he shook his head to collect himself, a purr emerging from his throat again. "You might've missed the tail-end to my question – um, well, questions – but what makes your clan different from mine?" Curiosity and wonder filled his voice as he asked, his eyes wide and starry. Hopefully they would be able to tell him so much about their clans, too!​

i will live for you, my selfless loveㅤ 🦭ིྀㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ01/16/2025

• ooc: talking to @HAWKSPINE first, then interacting with @BOUNCEPAW and @FROZENPAW!! open to other interactions from the apprentice group, he's asking two cats a bunch of questions :D
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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ sealpaw. daylight apprentice of skyclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𓆝ㅤafab male, he/him | pansexual
  𓆟ㅤ08 moons old | ages every 00/01/00
  𓆞ㅤmentored by hawkspine | 01.01.2025
  𓆝ㅤsh blue smoke/blue tabby chimera
  𓆟ㅤnpc xx npc | close with toastpaw
  𓆝ㅤwritten by emily, ic opinions | tags‎

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[downyfur]

Unknowingly, Downyfur agrees it's strange to see another cat her size here. WindClan was teeming with them, their tunneler bretheren, but ThunderClan cats always seemed to err on the larger side. That's how it was with Roaringsun last moon, anyway.

Hmm. Roeflame was known to be small too, right? She spares a glance towards the base of the Great Rock, easily gleaning Scorchstorm's brilliant red from the crowd, and just beneath her the silvery tones of ThunderClan's deputy. They don't quite know if that clears it up for them; it was easy to look small next to Scorchstorm.

"It's nice to meet you, Dayfern." They tilt their head. WindClan was alright, save for Periwinklebreeze's death, which weighed on them strangely rather than heavily. It certainly wasn't something to vent about to a ThunderClanner though. "I'm alright. What about you? How are..." They search their brain for last Gathering's news. "...all your ThunderClan kits?" Flamestar had sure announced a great deal of names last time.

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[Howlfire]

It had felt strange not walking with ThunderClan to the gathering, yet despite the oddity, Howlfire was glad for the reprieve in tensions. At least ShadowClan seems to be the target of ThunderClan's ire tonight, Howlfire assumed, judging by the looks some of their warriors were shooting at those from the marshes. After casting a cursory look around, her gaze lands on Whitepaw who walks in front of her.

"Feel free to mingle," She purred, after catching his attention. This would be his first gathering, she hoped he could enjoy it. "Don't wander too far." Howlfire would give him his bit of freedom but would keep a watchful eye on him from wherever she was. She hadn't been walking long when a young cat nearly ran headfirst into her. Howlfire pulls back, startled, before recognition flares in her mind. Shellpaw. She had been there when Howlfire took Whitepaw to RiverClan's border. "Hello again," Howlfire greeted warmly The other she-cat complimented her appearance before making an attempt to guide her a few steps to the side. Howlfire considers asking why she needs shielding, or rather, who from, but humours the girl. "Whitepaw is..." Howlfire pauses, looking around to try and spot the white pelt, "around. Hopefully mingling with some of the other apprentices."

Shellpaw informs her that she is in fact a warrior now - Shellpool - and it was her first gathering as such. "Shellpool." Howlfire repeats the name softly, testing it out on her tongue. "That's a nice name, it suits you," She said, smiling. "I'm surprised you aren't boasting to the other clans or the new warriors," Howlfire admitted, with a humorous chuff. "Not that you're bad company of course. When I was your age, I was so proud to be a warrior, I could not wait for Blazestar to proudly announce my name to the other clans." To ThunderClan mostly, she added silently in her head. "How are you finding it? Being a warrior?"

/ mentioning @Whitepaw! , talking with @shellpool ​