LIFE'S A TRIP [ ✦ ] FEB PRE-GATHERING CHATTER

[SILVERSMOKE]

Fourtrees was full once more, WindClanners who had disappeared moons prior returning and mingling with others as if their reign of terror had not happened these past 12 moons. Silversmoke had been content to let them do their own thing so long as it did not interfere with SkyClan, but his neutrality had shed like a snake's skin as their actions were revealed - in turn, SkyClan's truth would be spoken by Orangestar. A glance was passed to the leader, then to Twitchbolt beneath her, who shuddered as if he was hairless this leafbare. 'Get it together lad...' He thought, though StarClan knew that telepathy had not yet been discovered. Eyes were already on the brown-and-white cat, judging him, judging SkyClan; Silversmoke had been in his paws once, he only wished he'd had the foresight to prepare his former peer in advance. Trailing the edge of the gathering, his gaze quickly settled onto a WindClanner and a bristling chimera... ah, Chrys was making friends. Moving towards them, the Lead Warrior's frosty glare briefly shot towards Periwinklebreeze in warning - this was not a conversation he wanted to continue if things were to remain peaceful. He remained close to his former apprentice, a grey shadow close to their conversation as he prepared to step in if necessary.

[ open to interactions ; close to @Periwinklebreeze. and @CHRYSALISWING for damage control ]

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[TWITCHBOLT]

Flamewhisker's words sounded distant, like they were coming from behind a wall- Twitchbolt had the fear of prey in his eyes when he looked at her. Deputy- was she deputy? Wasn't it Flycatcher? Or, or- had Leafbare's snapping jaws taken hold of him, too- or, where was Howlingstar? Another victim to a rogue Windclanner? Spurred from- from whatever had happened, on a conquest to smite every leader in the forest?

"When- when do you get used to the staring," he asked her, voice gummed up, hardly an answer- and she wouldn't know much better than him, would she? Frantic blinks tried to steady his squirrelly heart, but it didn't last very long- Smogmaw, long-standing deputy of ShadowClan, wasn't dead. Thankfully- or, unfortunately- because Twitchbolt couldn't stand the way he was looking at him, like he was peeling back every layer of his skin, and...

Snakeblink- odd look on his face, too- what had happened to Lichentail? Condolences in order. Given up the ghost. There was some death plague going around, then- StarClan claiming sould left and right. Twitchbolt's whole body seized violently. "Oh, everyone's- d-dying," he mumbled, barely-audible voice steeped in pessimism, squeezing his eyes shut. Flycatcher was good, a nice one, one of the... the only deputies that might not have killed him to speak to and he wasn't here, he wasn't here. Fearful eyes snapped open again, settling on Flamewhisker with abject horror. Snakeblink's words had him breathing faster- did RiverClan know something SkyClan didn't? How had they found out? "Stars- please tell me he's not dead too?"​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar leads her clan into the hollow, ears pricked and eyes scanning the crowd immediately. SkyClan had not met up with them like they usually did before the Gathering - instead, they'd walked straight through the oak forest without the escort and it has the tabby on edge. Why wouldn't Blazestar wait this time? But the more she scans the crowd, she realizes she does not see his hulking figure, his creamy pelt. Confusion washes over her as she dismisses her clan silently and makes her way towards the Great Rock, her new deputy at her side. "Where is Blazestar?" She murmurs under her breath to Flamewhisker, green eyes still flicking about. It's then that she notices Chilledstar is not in attendance, either. To see Sunstride on the Great Rock is not a surprise - she knew he was the new leader of WindClan. But the others? What is happening?

"Orangeblossom!" She trills when she finally sees the ginger-patched she-cat approaching the boulder. She swiftly leaves Flamewhisker's side to approach the SkyClan deputy, worry tugging at her features. "Where is Blazestar tonight? I'd expected to walk with you all again this moon."

// talking to @Flamewhisker and then @Orangestar​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ It doesn't take long for a cat to approach her, and the tunneler tenses, prepared to defend herself if need be. But when she looks up, it is only Nightbird, the small dark-furred lead warrior of ThunderClan. Scorchstreak had gone on the journey into the mountains alongside this cat, and despite still not knowing her well, the spark of a smile lights upon her face. The harshness of the journey had not been for the weak—all who survived have forever gained the calico's respect. "Nightbird," she replies with a dip of her head. "WindClan is adjusting well. I, at least, am glad to be back in the tunnels." The tunnels that Sootstar's warriors had left in dire need of repairs and structural support—the calico still cannot believe just how poor a shape some areas had been left in.

She next regards Nightbird with narrowed golden eyes, tail flickering behind her. "How has ThunderClan been for these past moons? I've heard no updates since we returned from the mountains." When Sootstar had taken her own selection of warriors to the gathering, and Scorchstreak had been left behind, none of her clanmates had been too keen on updating her about the goings-on of the other clans. Truly, Scorchstreak only cares to know how the cats who went to the mountains are doing, but she is also curious about whether any of the other clans have had conflicts of their own in recent months.


// talking to @nightbird​

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[SCORCHSTORM]

For the past two moons, Scorchstorm has only dreamt of what had gone on at the gatherings. While she knew her presence would not be guaranteed here even under normal circumstances, she can't help but be relieved, prideful, giddy to return. She hasn't seen the other journey cats in moons. She hasn't caught that glimpse of red velvet fur, that cream-feathered pelt, those moon-yellow eyes —

But she does not attend thinking solely of the other she-cat. Scorchstorm carries herself with pride, broad-shouldered, tall compared to her mother especially. She sticks close to Scorchstreak's side at first, but before long her courage wells again in her snowy chest. WindClan has had a hard few moons, but they are strong to show up here again, all together, free of Sootstar at last. Dual-toned eyes comb the writhing clowder for any cats she might know, nerves alight with a strange giddiness.

/ looking for @Cherrypaw , but open to any interaction!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌

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  — scorchkit . scorchpaw . scorchstorm
  — she/they ; warrior of windclan
  — short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — signature by dreamydoggo, template art by sixbane
  — penned by meghan

 

[BATCHASER]

"Hm? Oh. It's okay, it's all fine! I should not have been laying here in the first place." He lets out a snort, lazily smiling at the new face, he tilts his narrow head to the side in a curious manner. He hasn't seen this cat before, he lets his odd-eyed gaze study the newcomer. He flicks a huge ear as he raises himself to sit on his haunches. The cool ground seeped into his pawpads, as his curled bangs bounced slightly with his swift motion. Listen to the newcomer and stumble over their words. Ah, a Windclanner?... The tall bicolor lets out a brief huff, as he smelled the overwhelming scents of the gathered cats around. Ugh.. He shudders, before "looking" at the newly named Rattleheart, with a relaxed air around him as always. "Nice to meet you, Rattleheart. Name's Batchaser, just a regular old warrior from Shadowclan." The curly furred warrior shrugs his shoulders when he finishes his lazy introduction.

OOC 🦇 the glimmering moon -

• // talking with @RATTLEHEART !!!
• no ref yet </3
• ( Ehhh ?! ) BATCHASER
  ⛧ HE / HIM ; no problems with other pronouns
  ⛧ warrior of shadowclan; formerly a loner
  ⛧ a tall, curly shorthaired oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
  彡 action , thoughts , "Speech , 7077A1"
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  
• nothing here begone!

 

[GREENEYES]

For the first time in moons, Greeneyes can find traces of the moors within the gathering's mingled scent. It shouldn't surprise him much, having heard from the news from Sunstride himself, but still, the lead warrior finds his gaze darting around the clearing, finds himself searching for sinister plumes of gray smoke settled upon her charred throne. Of course, Sootstar isn't anywhere to be seen — though wariness still prevails toward the night's regrown crowd.

Seeking to find a place to settle for before the gathering starts, Greeneyes' search grabs hold of something else first. Bristling patchworked fur of a hardly tolerable clanmate stands in front of black and white pointed fur, a familiar face still, even moons after their goodbyes had been shared. " Peri? " he murmurs to himself as excitement arises. He weaves through the crowd, paws bounding forward as he draws closer.

" Peri! " Greeneyes calls for the tom, approaching just in time to hear Chrysaliswing's words. Malachite eyes look to his clanmate, a feigned frown pulling his face. " Are we not? I'm hurt, really — " A swish of his tail follows, before he nudges Periwinklebreeze in greeting.

" Don't mind him. He's like that with everybody. Even his clanmates — it's sort of unfortunate. " Though, he briefly wonders, should his fur be bristling at the sight of his mountain-made friend too? Should he be worried that he'd somehow been among Sootstar's disciples? He pushes the worries away with a friendly smile spread across his maw. " How are you? It's been moons! "​

✦ ABOUT

• // speaking to @Periwinklebreeze. and @CHRYSALISWING !
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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES
  ── Lead Warrior of SkyClan
  
  ── Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  ── Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — At least she wasn't immediately greeted with hostility or scorn, her shoulders relaxing as the Shadowclan warrior looked towards her with a lazy grin. His first words were enough to make her chuckle, one paw flicking casually as she glanced around at the cats crowded all around them. "Maybe not, but I can't say that I blame you. Sometimes when I'm here I'd just like to relax and lay down instead of listening to all the voices all over. It's kind of overwhelming, don't you think?" The overlapping voices, the cloud of scents, the hostility and drama that had a habit of popping up. It all made gatherings less than her favorite obligation, even if she understood the need for them. All of them gathering together was important, even if it was hardly ever always pleasant.

Without a heavy cloud of negative interaction hanging over her head, Rattleheart settled down to sit nearby to Batchaser - leaving a bit of space between the two of them for the sake of comfort. His introduction was nearly enough to make her laugh again, the thought of not just being a regular old warrior still feeling foreign. "Nothing wrong with that. How... how has Shadowclan been faring lately? I haven't been able to get out to that area much lately, for obvious reasons..." She tripped a little bit over her own words, refamiliarizing herself with socialization that wasn't just focused on survival. She'd never be upset about no longer being trapped in the barn or struggling to fight against a threat as huge as Sootstar, but at least that had made sense. Casual small talk felt so much harder, every word that left her muzzle feeling horribly awkward even when it wasn't in reality.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[LUPINESONG]

❀‿ "Oh... Looks like everyone's here..." Lupinepaw murmurs to Falconpaw as they arrive into the clearing with the rest of Skyclan, tail twining casually with his. She supposes she should feel a lot more apprehension at the arrival of Windclan, and it was there somewhere, tickling her stomach beneath everything else. But it was drowned by the now-familiar pang of grief that washed over her often this past moon. Also, she was distracted by a more personal sting to her heart.

She couldn't see Cherrypaw in the crowd, white and calico now lost in the sea of fur. She hadn't been anywhere near them on the way over, either, and Lupinepaw suspected that she was attempting to give her and Falconpaw some distance. She hated the strained air between them since that day she told her that she'd been keeping their relationship from her (for less than a moon, mind you!), but couldn't for any stars-willing reason figure out what to do about it. Lupinepaw would only sigh, and press against the tom briefly before stepping away.

"Alright, I have to go talk to some friends! But I'll come find you when the announcements start, save me a spot, mmkay?"

She parts from Falconpaw with a purr and a dismissing wave of her tail. As much as she appreciated the comfort of his warm flank upon her against the midnight chill, she had some catching up to do. Her thoughts didn't linger on it long enough to consider introducing him to her friends, he had plenty of his own anyways. Now where were the apprentices hanging around tonight ...?

CHANGE, LIKE THE SKY, ⊹₊°❀‿ LIKE THE LEAVES, LIKE A BUTTERFLY.

• OOC: entering with @falconpaw! looking for @/Moonpaw (not here </3) and anyone else familiar! open to brief interactions<33
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  — lupinekit . lupinepaw
  — trans she/her. 10mo apprentice of skyclan. mentored by dandelionwish, padding after falconpaw
  — bobbie x duke. littermate to crowpaw & drowsypaw
  — a tall, pretty, long-haired black smoke with low white and green eyes
  — smells like sweet lupine flowers and young pine needles
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by pikaihao and funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[pipitclaw !!]

At long last he was finally free to be here!

It wasn't like he'd waited incredibly long of course but for the impatient tom, it had seemed akin to a century. He wanders after Lilacfur with an eager skip to his step, glancing towards his brothers with wild fire-light eyes. "You think Smogmaw's gonna mention us," he asks, pressing his cheek to his aunt's like a conspiracy being whispered. "We are ShadowClan's newest, strongest warriors after all! Unless Chilledstar already talked about us when we joined a few moons ago?" Had she gone to that Gathering? Would she know the answer?

He doesn't care to wait, glancing towards Hawkstride and shoving his brother's shoulder with a teasing grin, "Try to keep up! I won't be waiting for you slowpokes to go pry for some friends. Everyone in ShadowClan is so boring, I wanna know more about this RiverClan or SkyClan we never get to see on the borders!" Flicking Snipe's nose with his tail tip, he runs off like a bat out of hell rather than waiting for permission.

Whirling around with a silly, girlish excitement (not very becoming of a powerful, roguish tom but everyone had their moments), the smoky chimera slithers through the throngs of cats, eyeing up anyone he passes to see if they'd be bold enough to strike up a conversation with him (if not, they were still too boring for his tastes anyways).

// interacting briefly with @lilacfur , @Hawkstride , @SNIPE but looking for interactions !!​

 

[doepath ࿔]

Howlingstar was somewhere around here already, gone into the multitudes in the name of socialization. She thinks of Wolfwind's request, her advice that being friendly was allowed but these guys were just a bunch of weirdos in comparison to the forest-happy clanners she had taken up residence with. Her sisters loved it there... even Antlerpaw, who'd recovered far better and faster than she had. So stubbornly, with a lot of clinging to her mentor's tail, a lot of hissing and stumbling over roots... she'd made it out here. Even though it made her shiver and shake with anxiety, she had done the big scary thing.

Her eyes wander around near-sightlessly, knowing it would be fruitless to take in the scene. It was all just a blurry mess of color.. the only thing distinguishable was the night sky. The lights far enough apart and small enough she could see them as less than a blend of the two colors. "It's so loud," she mews, raising her voice in an effort to be heard by one her clan-mates. How any of them managed to carry out conversations in this din seemed crazy... it was too noisy frankly, and she had to flatten her ears to keep from going deaf she thinks.

"Please don't leave me behind," she pleads to her siblings, hoping they're near and hadn't already scampered off to meet strangers. "It stinks here." And that was muddling up her ability to keep friendlies nearby.

-- interacting with @WOLFWIND , @ANTLERPAW , @FALLOWPAW , @FAWN .. open to interactions​

 

[Flamestar]

A white Shadowclan tom joins them at the base of the Great Rock, one she recognizes as Frostbite. She cast the Skyclan tom a confused glance as she waited for him to respond. How long does it take to get used to the staring? he asks. A question she too had asked herself many times over the past moon. "It's strange at first...but it wears off after awhile." Her words probably brought little comfort to the skittish tom, but even though their two clans were friendly with each other, she wouldn't admit how much her skin was crawling right now. She couldn't wait to go home, but she would do her best to appear stoic.

Smogmaw the Shadowclan deputy was the next to approach them. With how much Twitchbolt was jittering, she was content that he was just filling in, but with Smogmaw and Frostbite, she wasn't too sure. Shadowclan was not a clan that she had particularly ever enjoyed the company of, but after traveling with him on the journey, he was one of the few that she didn't mind. "Smogmaw." she returned, dipping her head. Her gaze drifted to the white pelt near them, before returning to the tom. "Or is it Smogstar now?" her jaw opened to respond to the second part of his question, but she was interrupted by a voice she unfortunately knew all to well.

Another new face sitting in the deputy spot. Her attention slowly turned to him, and the corners of her mouth pulled back into a faint snarl. What had happened to Lichentail? If she had to sit beside him every moon like this, she wasn't sure if he would go home with a pelt. "Wouldn't you just love that." She cooed, before standing up to standing up to stretch her claws into the soft dirt underpaw. "Unfortunately for you, he is safe and sound." The Molly debated declaring that she was now Thunderclan's deputy in his place, but she decided to let him find out while Howlingstar gave her announcements.
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★ don&#039;t need to save me

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  interacting with @smogmaw @TWITCHBOLT and @Snakeblink
  
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Deputy of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring none
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 29 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[DOGBITE]

✦ Tonight he would arrive as a Lead Warrior in the wake of what felt like never ending tragedies. Dogbite's heart weighed heavy with the absence of Littlepaw, but he knew the young apprentice needed rest. As he prepared to lead Ekat to their first gathering, memories of his own initial experiences flooded back. Recalling the fear and excitement at getting to go to such a massive event. Shyly trailing after the formerly named Orangeblossom as she encouraged him to step ahead.

Now it seems the roles were reversed and he had taken the reigns of caring for his own temporary warrior. Pale legs moved at a quick pace as he marched beside Greeneyes', eventually splitting off into the growing masses, guiding Ekat through the bustling clearing. The recent upheavals in Skyclan and the looming presence of Windclan cast a shadow over Dogbite's anticipation. Losing Blazestar had left an undeniable emptiness in his chest but knowing his friends were trying to keep the clan in order kept him busy enough to ignore it.

Yet, he couldn't shake the discomfort that lingered from Sootstar's downfall, dreading the potential encounter with their neighboring clan. Much had changed for Skyclan over the last few days and would be shared in front of the eyes of every attending clan cat. His gut twisted with disdain at the idea of seeing the moor-scented clan cats. He would never be over the sick that had clung to him for days after his friends brutal demise. They would certainly not be in the mood to mingle tonight. For now his focus was on his trainee. Glancing to the side he put on a brave face for the younger newcomer. Suppressing his own unease, he focused on mentoring Ekat, leading her to a secluded spot by the tree-line.

With the moon casting its serene glow overhead, Dogbite explained the significance of Fourtrees and the gatherings. Tail motioning for Ekat to sit beside him as he rumbled on. "This is fourtree's. Where all the clans come once every full moon to peacefully connect and share news under the watchful eye of Starclan." His chin tilted skyward to emphasize the moon above. A small inkling of doubt flashing in the recesses of his blue eye as he meows. "You see if any cat is to disturb the peace our ancestors cast clouds across the moon. A warning that we should always heed." His voice held a mix of reverence and caution as he emphasized the importance of maintaining order.

In their time as a Skyclanner they'd yet to see such an event, and many-a argument had brewed before him. They wondered just what exactly could create such a fiasco. Hopefully, I'll never have to find out. He mused internally before nodding to the smaller feline with interest. "So, how are you enjoying the night so far?" Dogbite sought to ease her nerves with genuine interest in her experience. Encouraging her to share her thoughts, he hoped to provide support and guidance as she acclimated to clan life.

✦ OOC ✦ INFO ✦

• Speaking with @Ekat and hesitant to mingle outside of Skyclan

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  ✧ LH cinnamon tabby w/high white one blue eye
  ✧ child of npc x npc ; sibling to crescent and bear
  ✧ skyclan lead warrior ; ex-loner ; mentor to littlepaw
  ✧ 32 moons old ; birthday 07/01 ; ages realistically
  ✧ AFAB ; nonbinary ; he/they
  ✧ pansexual ; polyromantic ; single
  ✧ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric
  

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[Palefire]

The lilac-pointed molly trod into fourtrees beside her mentor, keeping unusually close to Nightbird as Thunderclan made their appearance at this month's gathering. Normally a more stoic personality, Palepaw couldn't keep the wide-eyed look of wonder from drowning her features as she took in the atmosphere around them. While this technically wasn't her first time attending a gathering - she'd been present in a mandatory fashion just after being named an apprentice, as was customary - she could hardly remember that night. She'd been young and far too excited to make a lasting impression. This time around, she was determined to make the most of it, especially since this would also be her last event before receiving her warrior name.

Her ears twitched in subtle acknowledgement of Nightbird's comment, the dark smoke molly wandering away to chat with a Windclanner she didn't really recognize. Hesitation ate at her while she watched the large group of cats mingle and converse, and for a moment she considered staying close to her clanmates for the evening. But the elder apprentice was nothing if not determined, and this was a good opportunity for her to start getting over her aversion to the other clans. Her eyes scanned the crowd briefly before lingering on a striking pelt of flame and shadow, one that looked similar to the warrior Nightbird was chatting with nearby.

Allowing a small smile to trace her lips, the molly approached @SCORCHSTORM with a polite dip of her head. "Hi there, I'm Palepaw," she mused lightly. The scent of the moors clung heavily to the young warrior. "You're from Windclan, right? How are things going over there now?" She'd been present when Sunstride - Sunstar now - had come to give them the news of Sootstar's death. Hopefully that meant the balance between the clans would return to normality soon, but she could only imagine how tumultuous things had been for their moorland neighbors in recent moons.

[ chatting with scorchstorm, but open to interactions! ]

 

[falcongaze]

❝ STATUES AND EMPIRES✧°.☀ ————————————
Falconpaw nodded briefly in response to Lupinepaw. After all, there was probably over a hundred cats in this clearing. His ears twitched gently, his shoulder brushed close against hers. Falconpaw was briefly aware of the way Lupinepaw's vision was tracking everyone but him, it felt like- searching. His ears lowered, but perked in a casual mask he had learned to wear early in his time with Skyclan.

He pressed back briefly, smiling softly in response to his partner. His head dipped in response to her prompt. "Of course." He couldn't think of anything else to say to her that felt appropriate in the moment- stay safe? Be back soon? A sigh left him when she was out of earshot. His own vision turned, searching the sea of cats. Greeneyes' pelt was easy enough to spot out, familiar as it was. But he didn't linger there, for his mentor was heading towards friends that he hadn't seen in (what appeared like) moons himself.

So he settled, slowly sitting down and tucking his chin against his chest. Someone would talk to him if they wanted, he supposed. Why did that sting, though?

// briefly speaking to @LUPINEPAW before sitting on his own! Open to interactions <3


"SPEECH"

[penned by dallas - ☀]

———————————— ☀.°✧ ALL AT YOUR PAWS ❞ ​

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[Orangestar]

Orangestar's maw tightens as Howlingstar approaches, a trill of greeting half lost among the conversations. She notices Flamewhisker conversing with the other deputies beyond the brown tabby, though any curiosity felt about the she-cat's potential promotion is lost beneath the weight of the conversation she's about to have. Her paws shuffle, uncomfortable.

"I'm glad to see you, Howlingstar." She greets the ThunderClanner with as much ease as she could muster for a cat from a rival Clan, her ears twitching. It's true. As much as she's been dreading this encounter, she is glad to know that the older she-cat is present tonight. She'd hate for her to find out these grim tidings from a returning gathering-party. The ThunderClan leader - her equal, now - is no fool. She would be able to see that something is wrong.

Orangestar leans closer to the older molly, pitching her meow low enough that the ThunderClan leader would be their only recipient. It's all she can do to ensure the words arrive in one attempt: "... Blazestar has fallen, Howlingstar. I wanted you to be the first to know, before the other Clans."

ooc ✧ 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦

• // @HOWLINGSTAR
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  ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | nine lives
  " a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  
  — single ; mentoring springpaw
  — speech is in #E3B2A9
  — tags | art by pin
  

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ her head dips into a nod as the windclanner explains that they were recovering from recent events. scorchstreak speaks casually of the tunnels littered about the moors, although nightbird would never understand the extent of the job it was surely interesting. a group of warriors who's only job was burrowing themselves further and further underground. the lead warrior would not like it, she remembers how she couldn't even see her whiskers in dark caves on the way to the mountains, if tunneling was anything like it she'd never fit in to the coveted rank.

"must be a nice escape from this weather if anything," she comments, tail curling around her paws as if the mention of it sent a shiver down her spine. she had been in snow and frost since leaf-fall at this point, nearly convinced she would never thaw.

"we're getting through it. berryheart has recently joined starclan. hailstorm, now gentlestorm has succeeded him." her voice lowers instinctively. there was no point in hiding information that would soon be shared, but she didn't want her clanmates to get all bristled at the sight of her sharing the sensitive topic with a windclanner. "flamewhisker has taken over as deputy as well. has sunstar named one yet?" although last she heard, the rosetted leader had not yet visited highstones, surely since he showed up on their border the journey had been made.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND TIME IS RAGING ⋅⋆⋅ MAY IT RAGE IN VAIN ──┐‎

• ooc ↛ talking to @SCORCHSTREAK

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 30 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to palepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

// speaking to @Orangestar

Howlingstar feels her heart thump faster as Orangeblossom leans in close, a whisper on her lips. Hushed news is never good news. Her brow creases, a frown tugging at her maw before the words soak into the cold air. Her ears flatten in shock and she practically recoils, wide eyes fixating back on the SkyClan deputy - no, leader, now. "How can that be? How...?" She murmurs back, breathless as tears threaten to well in her eyes. Hadn't he many lives to spare? The day in the oak forest floods to her mind, of Skyclaw tearing open his father's throat, and she swallows hard. Guilt claws at her insides, but she remembers Blazestar's words clearly. No one will know. "I'm so sorry," Her mew is shaky as she responds softly. "He was a dear friend to me. I along with ThunderClan will mourn him. If you need anything, just...let me know."​

 

[STORMYWING]

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Stormywing's gaze is dull as she wanders into the clearing. She idly tells @FALLOWPAW to go talk with some other clan apprentices, or stick to her own peers, she doesn't care. Her voice no longer holds the fire it once sizzled with, her tongue no longer carrying scorched and sparking words. Her eyes appear slightly swollen, but they're remarkably dry. All tears have been cried, and her throat even feels hoarse from all of the sobbing she has done. She doesn't want to be here. She wants to be back in her nest, curled into a ball so she can block out the world.

And then she catches sight of red tabby fur. A familiar pair of lopsided green eyes meets hers for a second and at first her heart squeezes at the reminder of her. But her paws move before her mind can catch up with them. She makes a beeline for @FERNGILL and shoulders him softly to try to herd him away from the masses. "Iciclefang, how is she? Ferngill, you have to tell me!" She demands, voice hushed but golden eyes round with worry. Is she in the nursery yet? Stormywing knows well enough how tough pregnancy can be on expecting queens, and it kills her inside that she can't be there for her. She doesn't want me to be, She reminds herself, but it's shoved out of her brain as quickly as it had arrived there.

// she is purposely not saying this with anyone directly around them, please no powerplaying eavesdropping :) obviously they can be seen though!

I WANNA TASTE LOVE AND PAIN ☁︎​

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[FERNGILL]

Ferngill's jaw tightened at the sight of Stormywing, headed straight for him- uneven eyes studied her for a few fleeting moments. For a moment he felt a prickle of stress- was he supposed to pretend? But then- surely, surely Iciclefag would have told her that he knew, he knew everything that he shouldn't and didn't want to. All of a sudden, his throat felt dry- he offered her a smile, but despite its sincerety it was a fleeting, rushed sort of flicker.

He was careful to keep his voice as hushed as Stormywing. If he was quiet enough, he could pretend he'd never heard himself- he could pretend, when he got home, that there was nothing to know. "She's... alright." There was a great amount of uncertainty about him- some horrible urge, too, to yell at her about what had happened to his sister. About the mess she'd made. But Ferngill knew that they loved each other, knew at least how much Stormywing meant to Iciclefang- it was difficult to stay upset. In truth, he didn't really know what to say. She'd been sick, she'd been... informed. And it wouldn't be too long before she headed to the nursery- Ferngill averted his gaze for a moment, taking in a deep breath. "I've... not talked to her much about it." A piteous admittance. It had been easy to avoid the subject, because he had to pretend not to know what he did. Did that make him an awful brother?

\ interacting with @STORMYWING , not to be overheard​

✦ penned by pin ✦​