Trailing closely behind @emberstar, Howling Wind looks up to the bright moon that shines brilliantly down on the clearing. Behind them, ThunderClan cats stream in from the undergrowth, from the youngest apprentices to the elders who wished to join. Instead of breaking away to join in the chatting that is bound to arise as all of the clans meet once more, the tabby makes her way towards the front of the clearing, to the Great Rock. It's her place to stand at the base, and so she follows Emberstar diligently until they reach the hulking boulder. With a smile, she gives her leader a nod before settling at the rock's base, finding that she's the first deputy to arrive. Content, she gazes over the sea of cats, trying to shove down the nervousness she feels at what ShadowClan and WindClan might try to pull this time.
Tiny but anxious pause were quick to trail behind Howling Wind. This would be her first gathering, and while the idea of mingling amongst Shadowclanners made her want to spit- a part of her kind of hoped she would be able to see that one apprentice again, the one who had called her a kit from across the Thunderpath. We’ll see if he’s so big and bad without a black river between us.
She breaks through the undergrowth, having to crane her head to take in the canopy of branches from above, their leaves already withered up and blown away by the cold winds.
Moonlight pools into the clearing, and Roepaw is drawn to it, expectant gaze trailing from each oak entrance. Of course Thunderclan got here first- we’re the best. "speech."
Hyacinthbreath makes her way into the gathering's crowd, her tail placed against @spiritpaw 's back to keep her safe from harm. On the other side of her, Hyacinth figured @ASPENPAW and @Wisteriapaw were following behind; perhaps even @POLLENFUR and the others along with them. It was a colder night, the tiny molly fluffing what little amount of fur she actually had to keep herself warm. Though, even she begins to search for the only familiar face she could tolerate; Smokethroat.
"Don't go starting any trouble, little ghost. It's important you socialize. All of you."
It was to be Wildpaw's first Gathering. His aggression had seen him left behind on previous occasions, but as of late he had managed to avoid getting into fights. Somehow. The young tom followed Howling Wind's lead as they reached the clearing, though he was swift to wander over to an available spot that would grant him an excellent vantage of the other clans arriving. And it wasn't long before the first WindClanners appeared. Though Wildpaw made no attempt to approach anyone, not yet anyway. Right now he was content to study the other cats, eyeing up would-be rivals that could hinder his journey to becoming the greatest leader the clans would ever know.
gatherings always seem to garner drama, namely from windclan and, as of late, shadowclan. the alliance between the two is alarming; beesong can't help but to think that there is a dark storm brewing on the horizon.
he never liked briarstar, thought her to be greedy, but her son seems to be a catalyst to destruction. the forest would've been better off with briarstar still alive and her son under control.
moving through the crowd, they make an unconscious effort to avoid shadowclan and windclan. beesong's eye catches that of thunderclan's deputy; howling wind, if they recall correctly. it appears that she's the first of the clans' deputies to take her place at the base of the great rock.
"hello," beesong greets, hesitant, as if expecting her to send him away. he makes certain that he stands a respectable distance from the deputies' designated spot, not wanting to stir any trouble, especially not with thunderclan's second-in-command. "how's thunderclan? has berryheart been doing alright in his new position?" it's been a half-moon since he's met the new thunderclan medicine cat, and judging from their brief interactions, the scruffy tortoiseshell seems much more... stable than cinderfrost had been.
there is hope, but beesong wouldn't rely too heavily on it. he knows firsthand that looks could be deceiving, and lies could become one's primary language.
❝ WE HAVE YET TO CRASH✧°.☀ ———————————— This would be Lightpaw's first Gathering. The young tom could barely mask his excitement despite his hard-set expression, feathery tail quivering behind him and gaze trailing around Fourtrees. He wasn't sure if it was quite what he'd been expecting. Then again, he didn't know what he had been expecting to begin with. Although as other Clans slowly began to stream in to fill the space, he supposed he expected it to be a little less... smell-y.
Lightpaw's staring was barely concealed as he looked from cat to cat. These were the other three Clans. His enemies, he recalled, but not here. It was weird to think about. Dragging his gaze from the others, he settled for admiring the Great Rock, where he knew both the leaders and deputies of every Clan would make their appearances.
( ♬ ) The air was cooler this time, soft bellows of breath leaving the nostrils of the Skyclan cats as they entered the gathering space. Deersong had walked beside Blazestar, her face not betraying the nervousness that gripped her belly. What would the other clans think of Daisyflights' choice to step down, and Blazestars' choice of her as his new right hand?
She tried not to think about it; after all at the end of the day the only thing that mattered is that her clan was safe and secure, and she would do all she could to help Blazestar and Dawnglare make that happen. As Blazestar made his way towards the other leaders for announcements, Deersong would turn to look back to her clanmates and meow softly, "Go and enjoy the gathering, I know I don't need to remind any of you to behave."
She would give them a warm smile before turning and spotting Howling Wind already in her place at the base of the Great Rock. Deersong feels relief, a familiar face and one she was fond of at that. Making her way towards the base as well, Deersong would try her best to ignore the whispers of the NPCs as they watched her take the spot that Daisyflight had sat in just the gathering before. She would turn and smile in her wistful way at Howling Wind and what she could only assume was the Riverclan medicine cat as his scent was that of the river as well as herbs she could not name.
"What it is, Howling Wind?" She greets the Thunderclan deputy first with a respectful nod before turning to the medicine cat, "I don't believe we've met before, brotha'. The name is Deersong, nice to meet ya."
Trailing behind but not far from his mate, newly named deputy of Skyclan as she flanks Blazestar. His jowls are flexed with the clench of his teeth, his grey eyes cold and strumming over pelts as he pours into the moonlit clearing. Deersong makes her way toward the front where the large rock hoists the rulers of the forest. He feels his hackles dance from the chill of the air, bristles like an urchin risen on his shoulders but it’s purely the twitch of disturbed skin. He wasn’t nervous for his beloved, but he knew she was.
Thistleback settles himself with a flank touching the ferns of the forest rather than the fur of a stranger. His nails dig into the soft earth below idly. He hopes everyone is nice to her as she is to them, despite the political tensions- less cats he’ll have to murder. kidding, his breathing is uneven and stressed but otherwise he sits with a scowl on his maw and the occasional twitch of his tail.
— Thistleback | thirty-two moons | cis-male
— daylight warrior of Skyclan | leaves rarely
— bisexual | fallen for Deersong 9.29.22
— mentoring Coyotepaw
— very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes. Wears a purple collar with brass clasp.
Smogmaw is among the earliest of Shadowclan cats to gain admittance into the clearing, padding into the fray with a prudent head on his shoulders. The inimical antics of Pitchstar and Sootstar hangs in his mind just as much as they did in those who were already present, and thus he pays little heed to any wayward expressions as he meanders across the cold, late leaf-fall ground. It isn't so much that he exercised care about how others may perceive him tonight, given the callous sentiment was mutual, but he sought to limit all antagonistic interactions until further notice - lest he makes the first move and gain the upper hand.
Rather than scan the faces within the slowly-forming crowd, his line of vision tiptoes from body to body in his attempt to identify anyone familiar. He makes out the physique of Hyacinthbreath, one of the Windclanners who'd attended the flippant feast between their clans' borders. She seems busy, however, caught up in bossing around her clans' little guttersnipes. Windclan cats he could only just tolerate; Windclan children did not cross that threshold. He opts against making chitchat with her for now, and his noggin swivels around to glimpse others who stuck out like a sore tail.
Along the perimeter is one particular form - hulking, if anything. A purple collar yoked around the neck, with black fur that jutted out like the swamp reeds back home. Smogmaw is set on his decision to shoot the shit with this tom who looked to be one-and-a-half times his size. He wasn't here for a long time, nor a good time, but the warrior knew he'd be bored stiff should he simply keep to himself.
"What're ya saying?" he asks the Skyclanner in greeting, encroaching on impassive pawsteps. The arbitrary air about him is as omnipresent as his distinct expression of open dissatisfaction. "It's right fuckin' freezin' out here," Smogmaw muses, "if only I had half the meat on my bones as you."
No personal questions, no effort to familiarise himself with this unknown individual. Just idle chatter to distract him from how much he loathed being here.
// interacting with @ThistleBack, but open to interaction too!
Looking around, he feels as though he and Soil may be the oldest toms, or even the oldest cats, in all of the forest. Honestly, the gathering of so many warriors puts him ill at ease, but Blazestar, Deersong and Daisyflight had all assured him that the full moon was a time of peace among all clans, ever since the battle that had marked the start of the civilizations he now called home. He ends up off to the side, in a spot where he can observe the leaders well, kneading the ground with his paws. Its been a long time since he's socialized so freely, and though his younger self would've said fuck it and walked up to the first cat he found interesting....he has a family to think about now, a clan that would be affected by his words and actions.
....He may be one of the oldest cats in the clans, but right now? Right now Morningbird feels as lost as a newly named apprentice.
//open to interaction, pls someone come help him
Unlike the last gathering, Flycatcher doesn't feel as apprehensive about being here tonight. There has been no recent scuffle with ShadowClan like last time, though it doesn't stop him from looking warily at some of the ShadowClan and WindClan cats in attendance tonight. Perhaps the only WindClan cat he potentially looked forward to seeing was Mallowlark, his curious little friend from the moors.
His attention is caught got the moment by Morningbird, who looks a little bewildered, to say the least. "Are you alright?" Flycatcher asks, padding over to join the tom. From the scent he's a SkyClan cat so he can consider him a friend for now at least, though the lead warrior still keeps a short distance, not wanting to intrude on any personal boundaries. "First time attending a gathering?"
This- had to be the strangest custome to come across in the entire living in Windclan happened. All five of the clans gather here, under these four massive oak trees, just to share news? That seemed like a reciepe for disaster if one where to ask him even if there was a truce put in place for this gathering they called it. Rune trailed in behind Hyacinthbreath and his siblings as she instructed them to not cause a disturbance. Gaze of the sun and the palest of flowers moved over the different faces of cats, ears going back against his head slightly at the overwhelming amount of them there. Suppose with five groups, it would tend to be alot, but it was more than he had expected for sure.
Rune glanced to the pale warrior before slipping off on the outskirts of the clearing, just watching cats interact and greet one another. There was a curious cat that peaked his interest, but he was hesitant to approached. She had the scent of trees and the upwalkers place, fresh but also muddled down, and had a cream colored pelt. Rune had no clue who she was, but she might be important with her sitting beneath the giant boulder in the midst of the trees.
Stood with her was an older she-cat, one that the cream female referenced at Howling Wind and Rune was able to pick up the cream cats name; Deersong. With them was the cat that had peaked his interest first; a burnt cat that smelled like fresh herbs and the murky waters of the river. He glanced back towards the group of cats for a moment before lifting his head with a false sense of confidence, trying to fake it, and approached the three cats with a respectful dip of his head.
"I do not hope I am interrupting anything," He started out with and offered a warm smile, "I overheard that you are Deersong, correct? And you Howling Wind?" Dual colored hues looked to each cat in turn before settling on the tom with half a face missing, "You smell of Riverclan- perhaps you are the only called-," Rune paused as the memory of the medicine cats' name was out of reach and he couldn't think of a good excuse for it. He knew who Smokethroat was, but that was as far as Riverclan cats go, "Cicadastar?"
This was Runes' first fathering, first time meeting Thunderclan and Skyclan, thus he had never seen Cicadastar nor Emberstar. This cat had a sense of leadership behind him from where Rune stood, so that surely was his name correct? Only a cat with nine lives could survive with that of their burns right?
Granitepaw follows his superiors, surveying the other Clan cats gathered with a scowl. The other Clans' scents are intolerable to him, choking him with their stench of fish and kittypet scents. He spots a faintly familiar face, the pale ThunderClan apprentice. He smirks, knowing full well none of them can draw claws under the full moon, and approaches her and her Clanmates with an arrogant stride.
"Didn't know Emberstar let kits come to the Gathering," he says, directing his venom to @. Roepaw . He glances at @WILDPAW and @LIGHTPAW . dismissively. Kittypet-lovers, the lot of them.
He's distracted, though, by a strangely familiar gray pelt disappearing into another throng of cats. He narrows his eyes, thoughtful now rather than angry. Does he know that cat?
// interacting with those tagged, mentioning @SOOTPAW
( ♬ ) Following along behind Hyacinthbreath, Aspenpaw watches with wide eyes as they pass through the throng of cats. So many others here! Way more than even at the feast between Windclan and Shadowclan, though that's to be expected since all five clans are gathered here together. It's almost oppressive, and she makes sure to stick close to other Windclanners, comforted by the familiar scent. Even though she knows that cats usually mingle with one another during gatherings, the idea is still a bit intimidating considering it's her very first gathering. But, with Hyacinthbreath urging them to go explore and talk to others, Aspenpaw swallows back her doubts and breaks off on her own, aimlessly wandering away from the rest of Windclan. And if she heads towards an area with less cats gathered, well, who can blame her? She hardly knows where to start greeting others, instead opting to peer out into the crowd to look for anyone who looks vaguely friendly, or maybe someone else also on the outskirts of the crowd.
// Open for interactions!! ^^
❝ WE HAVE YET TO CRASH✧°.☀ ———————————— Lightpaw was rather content where he was, not particularly interested in seeking out conversation with the other Clans, truce or not. A voice, both unfamiliar and rude, was enough to catch the golden tom's attention, head immediately snapping toward the source. From the smell of it, a ShadowClanner, and his only purpose in approaching was to insult them. When that cold look was momentarily settled on him, his eyes narrowed. Two could play at that game.
A faint, smug grin began to creep its way onto Lightpaw's expression, returning the disinterested glare before leaning closer to @. Roepaw ."Is it just me, or does it suddenly smell like rat?" Oh, oops, was that loud enough for him to hear? A shame, really. The smile fell away, now outright glowering at @GRANITEPAW . "Yeah? And I didn't know ShadowClan liked to shove sticks up their asses for fun. What about it?"
As if it were fate, a half-aged voice, familiar in its taunting, catches her attention.
Her maw slightly crinkles as she shifts her gaze towards the gray and white tom.
Suddenly, someone is close by, she doesn’t recognize him but lets out a laugh that’s a bit too loud at his comment on the other apprentices smell.
Once her laughter as faded, she gives the glowering Lightpaw a delicate but playful nudge. "The anger isn’t worth it- it’s a classic case of a pest not getting enough attention from mommy at home, has to compensate somehow." She eggs on, her face half-angled towards Lightpaw and half towards Granitepaw so the Shadowclan apprentice could see the faux pout on her snow-freckled muzzle.
Truly, she wasn’t one to speak, but big bad Granitepaw didn’t know that.
She fully turns her face to the Shadowclanner then, her pout melting away as she tilts her chin and shoots him her own smug grin, her expression practically screaming the words bite me, bitch.
"I see the youth of the other clans are real energetic tonight. The lot of you best knock it off now." The dark tom's shadow fell over the gathering of young cats, frowning intently as he passed them over and continued trekking inward to the center of the gathering, @iciclepaw trailing along with him. "If you start nonsense like these kits then you'll be a paw for another moon, but otherwise go on. Socialize or sulk in a corner-whatever it is you do."
If Iciclepaw didn't want to chat with any other clan then he didn't care, he was only here himself to keep an eye on things and not because he really wanted to make friends or nonsense like that. Both orange eyes narrowed as he glanced around for the familiar silver form of the WindClan Lead Warrior and probably the only cat outside of RiverClan he tolerated. Spotting her he wandered over, uncaring if his comment to the rambuncious apprentices made and difference in their arguing about; none of them were RiverClan and thus none of them were his problem and he certainly didn't care enough to do more than scold slightly. "How goes it?" He commented, coming to a stop to sit near the scarred molly and glance back briefly to see which direction his apprentice wandered off to.
Like many others, it was officially his first time attending a gathering. There's a skip in his step as he follows the rest of his clan into the clearing, though not enough to be annoying. Hopefully. Brookpaw grinned wildly at the sight of so many cats altogether, his eyes sparking with awe. He knew about the other clans, sure, but he couldn't have estimated this many cats, all crammed together like baby birds in a nest. The excitement quickly dissipated as he watched Granitepaw break from the group and bee-line to a group of what he could assume were also fellow apprentices.
Ears perking forward in curiosity, Brookpaw trailed behind the other, only catching part of the exchange. He trotted up to stand near Granitepaw, dark eyes wide as he studied the three across from them. Smell like rat?! His expression twisted into a scowl at that, darkening even further at Roepaw's comment. He might've snapped back, even if he couldn't think of a good insult, but the tall shadow of a foreign warrior passed over his bristling form. Brookpaw cast a wary glance at him, then back at Granitepaw. He sucked in a sharp breath, then sighed, relaxing his hackles. "Don't bother with 'em," he huffed at Granitepaw, "They're probably boring anyway."
The scent of swamps follows the silhouette of black striped blue, rolling jaws halt and he whips his chin toward the rasped throaty voice that spoke to him so casually. As though they weren’t on the brink of a cold war given their latest alliance with Windclan. Thistleback didn’t let politics ruin his good humored laugh towards the Shadowclanner’s words. " Aye " he agrees, a sharp smile upon a sharper maw.
The marshlander looked disappointed in the world he walked, Thistleback’s tail thapped on the ground with a pensive glance. " I’m freezing my arse off right here with you lad " his whiskers twitch.
" It’s the fat ones that are living it their best right now " he jests with a tilt of his skull. " but- you’re welcome to come give me a cuddle if ye’ want " obviously joking, Thistleback hums. " Thistleback " he introduces himself to the grumping man with idle interest.
— Thistleback | thirty-two moons | cis-male
— daylight warrior of Skyclan | leaves rarely
— bisexual | fallen for Deersong 9.29.22
— mentoring Coyotepaw
— very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes. Wears a purple collar with brass clasp.
nightbird followed the rest of the thunderclanners into the gathering. if she were to be honest, she had little interest in interacting with the other clans or hearing about their business. but alas, lightpaw was set on attending. even if she had refused, the smoke doubted he would listen, so here she was sitting near the outskirts of the cats with a watchful eye on her apprentice.
the small molly just observed as the cats mingled, paying special attention to a rather hostile exchange between a few thunderclan apprentices and two others. she wasn't too concerned for the moment, there was no reason to intervene. she probably would have reacted the same way. plus, drawing blood under this full moon was pointless. it would only get them into deep shit, she could only hope that if it did come down to it that lightpaw would be smart enough to get away before it escalated.
a bored sigh escaped her lips as she sat, tail wrapped tightly around her frame. for a little bit, she tried to connect the attendees to their clans based on their appearance. a small game to pass the time until the announcements, but she quickly got bored again so the dark warrior just settled with her head tilted up gazing at the night sky. it was quite beautiful to see in the clearing, no trees to obstruct her view like at home.
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