camp LET IT LINGER ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ GATHERING GOSSIP

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　The full moon creeps towards the horizon, the crickets singing their prayers to it. No clouds block the glowing eye of StarClan, and for this Swansong is relieved. Words spill from the ghostly warrior's maw, hanging thick in the quiet of camp. There are few among those who did not attend that stayed up - or perhaps simply couldn't sleep. Rest evades many of the marshlands' cursed. She addresses them now in hushed tones. "Flamestar... Oh, our leader spoke of our recent loss..." They catch themself, blink slowly in thought. They have lost far too much lately. "Of... Of my sister's death." The words lance like ice through her chest, but her voice remains level and toneless.

They lean forwards, their glassy eyes wide. "The way that she reacted... You'd think Mirestar had drawn blood," they whisper. Her indignant yowl - excuse me? - had echoed through the clearing. That rage flashing through her eyes, affronted at even the possibility that one of her warriors could do such a thing... A clear denial of responsibility. Childish. "ThunderClan's border and murder in the same breath... That was all it took... And she was yowling at another leader before all the stars...!" They settle back onto their haunches, cast their gaze skywards once again. The stars glitter clearly, and the spirits are silent.

Swansong sighs. "They always have been self-righteous, I suppose..."

‎‎┌── BUT NO ONE❜S REALLY THERE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ DOES THAT MEAN IT❜S DONE IN VAIN? ──┐‎

• set just after the gathering (fluid time <3)
  
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  SWANSONG　☾　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, eighteen moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

In a rare glimpse of solidarity, Salamandersnap sat amongst the group, her own anger still rolling off her in waves. An angry tail lashed behind her as Swansong spoke, and the molly shook her head with disdain. What a rare thing it was for anyone to be on the same page as Salamandersnap. "Of course she denies everything." Hesitating briefly, she keeps her voice low as she gazes around the gathered group of cats. "Mirestar is not happy I can tell you that. Mark my words, something is going to be done about this."

And if Mirestar refuses to themselves.... would it prove difficult in gathering a patrol of our own to seek revenge? She'd noticed the way their leader had bitten their tounge, forcing themselves to remain composed through the remainder of the gathering in an effort to appease Starclan. Considering that they brought it up publicly, Salamandersnap didn't think it would be quietly discussed for much longer.

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 24 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[scalejaw]

★ Scalejaw was not called upon to head to the gathering- something she didn't mind, for once. She had yapped enough last go-around, and found a chance to guard camp refreshing instead. Watching the bats travel overhead, and waiting for the patrol to return- and when they came unscathed but annoyed, well.. that was a relief and a normality all in itself.

She spent time letting them decompress, but Swansong was speaking upon it now- ear twitched and she grew closer, eyes blinking languidly as she settled nearby. The late night didn't bother her much, especially since she was up most of them anyways. Paws stretched out in front of her as she listened. A mention of Applejaw's death, and.. Flamestar's reaction. Her head tilted away for a moment, thinking quietly.

Salamandersnap, as always, was a riot ready to break. Sharp teeth and curled tongue, Scalejaw listened on for a long moment. Her former apprentice mentioned moments later- vision shifted and cast towards the leader's den. A slow breath is taken. Those of a younger stock didn't consider what war meant. Her eye twitched briefly, then, "What do you plan upon, Salamandersnap, that would not end in blood unfairly shed? We have no proof." She responds.

Her eyes leveled, boring into Salamandersnap's boredly. She did not want to fight- her words were even-spoken, level-headed. "If you come up with concrete evidence it was a Thunderclanner, not a rogue or another shadow in the night, let the council know then." She rumbles, tail flicking.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[NEWTCHASER]

sleep was a foreign concept to newtchaser whenever a gathering rolls around the corner and all though he wasn't chosen to go this time, he remained sat in the open clearing in a spot of moonlight with eyes trained upon the entrance to camp full of anticipation and jitters just waiting for the patrol to return and share the news of what happened this moon.

when they did push through the barriers, the smokey feline wasted no time in rushing over on bouncy paws to greet them especially her sister who upon a second glance looked far more upset than usual causing her head to hang to the side in curiousity. "guess the gathering didn't go as expected–" she muses to mostly herself, waddling behind the group like a duckling following it's flock where they'd eventually all sit around in a semi-circle with swansong being first to speak.

newtchaser's eyes blinked wide, ears raised high into the air as they took in the hushed conversation that was shared. their sibling is irate, clearly wanting—no expecting something to be done about it and that could only mean one or maybe two. . .maybe three things at the very least. emerald hues flick to scalejaw who approaches the subject in a logical manner, explaining how they lack any credible proof that what happened to applejaw was at the paws of a thunderclanner.

"gwuh, this is confusing! so are we gonna have to fight those squirrely guys or not cause i dunno if i wanna, i mean i will if it comes to that." comments the she-cat who flops onto her side, fluffy tail thumping against the ground in a steady rhythm. newtchaser isn't one to resort to violence on a whim, preferring to explore other options first.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ REACH OUT FOR THE SUNSHINE -: ✧ :- FORGET ABOUT THE RAIN ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

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• ⋆˖⁺‧₊ NEWTCHASER —— shadowclan warrior , mentoring by none. littermate to salamandersnap
  ☄ afab, genderfluid | any pronouns | 24 moons, ages every 19th.
  ☄ pansexual panromantic. / not actively seeking / open to romance, crushes, etc.
  ☄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  ☄ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  
  ⊰∙∘ penned by cobatic
  ⊰∙∘ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ Hmm. They are quiet as they listen to the gossiping news of what happened at the gather. Personally they are well and happy to have not gone again. Too many warm bodies. Too many enclosed around them. They are not fond of it and they are more than happy to remain behind in camp. Afterall, guarding camp is a more relaxing midnight profession then having to keep up with news and information all night long. Tail shifting they tilt their head a little as Salamander says that Mire will do something about this, mark her words. A frown pulls at their muzzle and they have to agree with Scalejaw. Under what proof do they have that they can suddenly do something about anything. They don't know anything besides where Applejaw's body laid. That is all. "I don't blame Flamestar. Thunderclan has already had their trouble and have just gotten over it. To be mentioned with murder after that would certainly bite."

They are no lover of Thunderclan but they have understanding. At least some time. They glance to Newt then and shrug their shoulders. Honestly they wished that their sibling would confined in them like they used to. But being a leader seems to have pulled them away from one another. "Only time will tell at what Shadowclan will do." ​

 

[SALAMANDERSNAP]

"You can't be serious?" How could any of them be so blind? After the way the body was on the Thunderclan border? What other proof did they need? A hiss of frustration would leave her jaws as she gazed between Scalejaw, Thrasherthroat and Newtchaser (who arguably didn't seem to be against her... yet) as she tried to see how they couldn't understand. "Are you really that dense? Applejaw's body was found on the Thunderclan border! What other proof do you need?! How could you not see how obviously guilty they are?!" If Mirestar didn't do something about this, especially after the comments from Flamestar....

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

• ooc. — ​

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 25 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[MARBLEPAW]

She had been there, clustered next to the other medicine cats, as the leaders spoke, their pelts illuminated by the full moon. Mirestar had made the first move, had cast the first chip — their gaze had burned into Flamestar, their words clear. Applejaw had been found near ThunderClan's border, and that fact is indisputable. Swansong brings it up now, her own gimlet eyes burning with self-righteous starlight.

Marblepaw can feel the other warriors' pelts bristling with excitement, with nervousness. She is not a stranger to bloodshed, after having lived in ShadowClan for seven moons, but she is a stranger to battle. There's something electric, a current, running between her Clanmates now.

This is what warriors do, she thinks, her green eyes round. She watches Salamandersnap's yellow eyes simmer with heat, watches Scalejaw's twitching tail. They plot, and they fight. But she does not think of impending war with ThunderClan the same way. She thinks of Lilacfur, claws shearing through her wiry pelt; she thinks of Sycamorepaw, teeth in his throat as he struggles for breath; she thinks of herbs chewed too late, of cobwebs soaked in blood, never staunching the wound, never healing.

Her fur begins to prickle. "So you think there will be a battle," she murmurs to Swansong, to Salamandersnap, to the cats whose teeth crave the flesh of their enemies. From Starlingheart, she's heard nothing, but her mentor does not know Mirestar as intimately as she'd known Chilledstar or even Smogstar — and Marblepaw had been there. She knew tensions were rising, whatever the plan ended up being.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 9 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　Swansong's hushed words hang in the air like glittering starlight. They stir the cats around them to action and lap up the words in silence. Quickly, the spectre of a cat swttles back into the more familiar role of observing. She lets her pallid eyes sweep across the gathered cats.

For once, Salamandersnap's rage feels earned. The venom that spills from her tongue is righteous and vengeful. Scalejaw's dry hesitance speaks where Swansong does not, probing into the warrior'a reasoning without further involvement from the ghostly molly. Her ears swivel just slightly at Newtchaser and Thrasherthroar's arrivals, noting silently the more reserved warrior's sympathy. And then - the little witch's daughter, poor and cursed thing speaking in hushed tones. They do not acknowledge her, at first. They have gathered quite a crowd, it seems.

"Guilty or not..." she muses softly, tilting her head in consideration. Truthfully, she is not so convinced as Salamandersnap. "It was a foolish decision... Prideful... To lash out at... Or, to accuse the grieving... merely for stating the facts of death." If Flamestar did not want bloodshed, she should not have challenged their leader so publicly. To deny the possibility of murderers within their borders, so soon after being reminded... It will lead to nothing good, that much she is sure of. "Are they truly over their... trouble...? Should they not have learned by now... to be more vigilant?" ShadowClan certainly has. They have cut the rot from their ranks; ThunderClan seems ashamed to have found any rot at all.

So you think there will be a battle. It's not a question that Marblepaw whispers into the dark. Now, finally, they offer her some consideration. "I... I do not know if war is on the horizon. That is for the stars to decide..." Airy, unbothered by the possibility. If the tug in her chest, the feeling of wrongness is correct - then the stars will take their vengeance, one way or another.

She blinks drowsily, another thought coming to her mind. The pieces are beginning to come together, and at once she is leaning forwards, pulling on that same captivating tone with which she had delivered the news of conflict.

Half-lidded eyes sweep across the gathered cats, flicker towards the entrance. "Though, ah... I did notice... Mirestar did not return with us." Something is happening, that much is for certain. "Words for Lichenstar, it seems... And oh, they did not look pleased..."

‎‎┌── BUT NO ONE❜S REALLY THERE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ DOES THAT MEAN IT❜S DONE IN VAIN? ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG　☾　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, eighteen moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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