MODERN CONCUSSION ☀︎ JUNE PRE-GATHERING CHATTER

[dimmingsun]

TIME TO RUMBLE !
@CELANDINEPAW
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Tonight's Gathering is no better than usual, but it is certainly worse, now.

The Dimmingsun of the past would deem that impossible. That version only sees the negative aspect of the full-moon, the judgment and ill intent.

The Dimmingsun of now learns how wrong he used to be.

He comes here as not only an ambassador of WindClan but as a failure. He failed them all; his deputy, his friend, his fellow lead warrior... and in turn, everybody who calls the moors their home. Bluepool would certainly be with him right now, if she was still breathing — he does not dare lift his gaze to find a new star up above —, thanks to all the other leads stuck in the nursery with their kittens.

Instead, Dimmingsun walks alone. Alone except for Celandinepaw by his side, and he's always appreciated her presence since the very beginning, but it fills him with something akin to comfort. At least she's here. At least he hasn't failed her yet. She manages to give him enough strength to display enough confidence to appear somewhat normal- aside from the lack of usual smile on his face. If one cares to look hard enough, they'd find a shadow under his eyes that wasn't present before.

And if one cares to look even harder, they'd find the alarming lack of Scorchstreak as well. Dimmingsun knows it's futile to hope everybody will be too preoccupied with their own drama to notice; a deputy staying back home is most unusual. He can already hear the gossip, some more hostile than others...

"I must have said this last time too," he rasps, focusing his attention on Celandinepaw instead, "but I'd appreciate if you stayed with me tonight." Celandinepaw is no fool — that's precisely why Dimmingsun decided to take her with him — and understands that this is not the usual friendly environment for WindClan... but he feels the need to reaffirm anyway. For her sake as well; he doesn't want her to take the full force of some other Clan cat's distaste towards the entirety of the Clan.
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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

He feels bare, bereft, without Nightbird at his side, her silver eyes narrowed scathingly against the other Clans. He's unaccustomed to her absence here; under his breath, he curses the creatures hibernating in her belly, preventing her from accompanying him to the Gathering. Raccoonstripe is pleased to have his temporary position of deputy restored, however; where Burnstorm had sat last moon, back to the Great Rock, he goes instead. There's a WindClan warrior there, pelt rife with peat and heather, and an apprentice who lingers at his side. Raccoonstripe dips his head in greeting, curiosity glazing dark brown eyes.

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure. I'm Raccoonstripe. I'm standing in as deputy for Flamewhisker while she's in the nursery." His tail flicks, beckoning his own apprentice forward. "This is Thistlepaw."

After a few heartbeats, Raccoonstripe turns to the golden warrior, dipping his head. "So. . . I hope everything is okay with Scorchstreak?" He smiles; the roots of the smile run deep, though their source is unknown.

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

• ooc: interacting with @DIMMINGSUN @CELANDINEPAW @THISTLEPAW
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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[SNOWGLARE]

જ➶ Nerves buzz up and down his spine as he makes his way with the rest of his clanmates into the clearing of the gathering. He knows just like the rest of them did how what has transpired makes Windclan look. He is sure there will be little nice conversations tonight. At least maybe not before the news is officially broken. His gaze scans the other cats and he watches as Dimmingsun takes up first and a part of him wants to stay with the other but he just moves away to settle near the edge of the clearing. The large tom shuffles his paws, scarred figure trying not to project his nerves but there is little in the way of stopping it. He can only hope for the best and he sighs as he lifts a paw to rub at pink stained blue orbs. Maybe he will get to talk to someone this gathering. Last time he did not get to come and he does hope that Starclan does not see the worst in Windclan for trying to survive and get enough prey to fill the mouths of hungry kits and queens.

- open to interactions​

 

[shellpaw]

the night is swathed in shades of indigo and black, tatterings of thin clouds wisped across the starlit sky. she departs from her mentor’s side the same way she had the gathering prior, bending up onto her hind paws to give them a brief touch of noses, a bump of her cottonesque skull against the underside of fog - capped jaw ; she would see her when the eye of starclan released them from its highstone spotlight. there is tension as they part sides that becomes quickly clear to the lilac - patched child, who finds herself sniffing defiantly against the drip of her nose amidst a sea of quickly accumulating clanners. the waters only part to avoid the drip of quickly curling pelt, eyes focusing anywhere else than the gaunt, fish - gazed molly.

shellpaw sniffs, feels a familiar tickle in her throat that has pink maw opening preemptively, heaving a breath to release a heavy blow of a sneeze — enough to force her a step back, near into a passing warrior. her throat clicks, lilac capped paws pulling her back forward with an apologetic lash of her tail the grumbling elder’s way. through the blur of newly watered eyes she cannot see who it is, only the vague shape and smell of another cat to her front — the cat she’d surely sprayed with a mixture of snot and river water only seconds before, ” suh — “ her nose is stuffy, clear in the hoarse nasal of dovewhistle tones, ” sorry. “

a paw lifts, scrubbing at her raw nostrils for a moment. since she was already here, may as well introduce herself.. lest she be know as sneezepaw to the clans apprentices, ” i’m, um.. shellpaw. “ rheumy eyes shift, blink sweet amber drowsily around her before returning with brow whiskers lightly furrowed, ” sorry. i’m not sick, not actually. anymore. i promise. “ that’s what moonbeam said, at least.

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

• i. OPEN FOR INTERACTS! she sneezed on someone though < / 3
  
  
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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENTAIL ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. 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 elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with 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.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ The tom has never been to a gathering before, and as he presses into the clearing alongside the rest of his clan, he wonders what the other clans think of him. The opinions of strangers shouldn’t matter so much to him, he knows that, but still he can’t just ignore the way that eyes slide over him as he enters the clearing. Maybe they’re admiring the way silken fur lays soft and wavy across light muscle, the way bright blossoms and fish scales glitter in the full moon’s light. Or maybe they’re staring, judging the terrible scar that cuts through the space where a bright yellow eye used to rest. The newly-named warrior attempts to carry himself with grace, all that he can muster, because he’s a warrior now. He has to represent his clan just as a warrior should.

His paws don’t carry him far from the rest of his clan—his single eye remains turned to the cats of RiverClan as they continue to parade into the clearing. He will not stay far from where the warriors of the clan are mostly gathered, but he still attempts to settle in a position that’s not entirely closed-off. Maybe… maybe he could find someone to talk to while he’s here. Maybe this could be kind of fun, after all.

𓇢𓆸 you get on my nerves

• ooc: open to interactions!
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  SANDPELT ❯❯ he/him, warrior of riverclan
  ❀ pretty, silky-furred tan tortoiseshell with one yellow eye. calm and hardworking, but can become snappy if angered.
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❀ penned by foxlore

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[THISTLEPAW]

He wonders if this is something any cat would get used to. Deputy's apprentice. Coming here each moon, honored by their leader. Raccoonstripe deserves the position. He had done what none of the others dared to. Even if they benefited, they scorned him. Chest puffed with a casual pride, stone-faced to look older, bolder than he is, he knows that he enjoys sitting near the tom. Each introduction is a fiery balm upon that wounded piece of his soul. Kittypet. Weakling. A great warrior's apprentice, instead. Is this WindClanner older than he is? Certainly not old enough that her experience would loom over him in a fight. He could take her. Dimmingsun, though– the gaze that flicks to the WindClanner is clearly appraising. Whatever he finds in his search, Thistlepaw says nothing of it.

"Have you been before?" he asks, brow furrowed at Celandinepaw. Had he seen her before? So many Gatherings now, and so few faces worth remembering.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜06.02＞ ⸙

• OOC. interacting with @CELANDINEPAW
• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. he feels he must prove himself a great warrior so his clanmates will see him as anything more than a weak kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. finally growing into his frame with moons of hard work and steady enough food, thistlepaw has taken a blocky, bulky shape with broad shoulders and densely muscled hindlimbs. his fur remains a tough-edged cloak, but now carries a well-groomed sheen despite how unruly it is.

• "speech"

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[Ternfrost.]

ABANDON ALL YOUR STUPID DREAMS
ABOUT THE GIRL I COULD HAVE BEEN, MY DEAR​

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maggotfur ♛ 19 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan warrior ​

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The gathering is always an interesting surprise - though always far to loud. Busy. Bustling. Maggotfur is far from a fan of crowds, but she does suppose the... entertainment value outweighs the annoyances. Still, she has to forcibly keep blue eyes from roving, from seeking out familiar golden frame. She reminds herself they're nothing - that she isn't disappointed at the betrayal from a cat she'd briefly considered a friend. Instead, she turns her eyes upon her newest apprentice, giving Leechpaw a once over. " Keep your wits about you - don't start anything, but feel free to... give as good as if someone else does, " she says - already searching out the most secluded spot for herself. Windclan is the first on her mind, but in truth she wouldn't put anything past the other three either.

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A N D - I F - Y O U ' R E - B L I N D - T O - T H A T ,━ I ' M - F I N E - W I T H - T H A T

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// interacting with @leechpaw - open to interacts but please be aware she is antisocial and not nice!

 

[lovelight]

Though this is not the first gathering that Lovelight has been to, it's just as breathtaking as the last time. Seeing so many cats in one place, getting along (mostly), is always an awe-inspiring sight for him. They're not so different, all of the Clans, and though he would never leave or betray his Clan, he can't help but feel a sort of empathy and concern for the cats of the other Clans alongside his own. He looks around with a bright smile on his muzzle and a twinkle in his eye, just taking in the environment and the presence of so many cats of different backgrounds, different life experiences, wondering how many might have lived a life not unlike his own.​

 

[slateheart]

Tonight is unlike any other Gathering Slateheart has attended. It is tense, it is fearful. It is suffocating.

He follows WindClan into the clearing with a lowered head and averted eyes. Shame radiates off of him as his eyes catch RiverClan's own, but do not linger enough to see who is present. "Stay close," he'd mumble to @Beepaw who trails behind him. After all WindClan has done in the past couple of weeks, he would not trust the young and vulnerable around their quickly forming enemies.

Slateheart thinks to find a seat among his own, the small and carefully selected group that Sunstar had brought with them today, but jade eyes instead follow a golden tail as it disappears alone into the crowd, trailed by his apprentice. The black-pelted warrior flicks for his apprentice to follow once again, and follows Dimmingsun through.

His friend sits isolated, accompanied only by Celandinepaw. Dimmingsun's features, once full of life and light, are dull and tense in this atmosphere. He does not wear that striking smile, and his eyes are sunken and heavy. Slateheart notices, with an empathetic pang. Even after their argument (which was more like a one-sided rant), he can't bring himself to give Dimmingsun more than a day's worth of silent treatment. He would not shun him now, not when Dimmingsun appeared to ghostly.

Dimmingsun went through flame and fire for Slateheart. He knows he would do the same.

So, with apprentice in tow, Slateheart weaves through the forming crowd and comes to a stop next to Dimmingsun, touching his nose gently to the tom's ear to signify his arrival, in case he did not hear or feel his approach. "I'd like to sit with you, until you must take your place with the deputies, if you don't mind.." he mumbles. Lower in tone, he follows up with, "I don't think either of us should be alone tonight. I have a bad feeling."

It is right around the time he approaches that a ThunderClan warrior also makes his way over. Slateheart recognizes him from his temporary place under the leaders' great rock, but does not know his name until it is spoken. The warrior speaks to Dimmingsun, so he does not respond; instead, while Raccoonstripe and Dimmingsun begin their conversation, Slateheart looks back down to Beepaw.

An apprentice's first gathering should be full of joy and excitement. It is the prime time to learn of other Clans and converse with other apprentices. Beepaw should be out there, chattering with those her age, but Slateheart's heart twists anxiously at the thought of such a young, vulnerable cat being out alone amongst the Clans they have quarreled with. It pains him to rob his apprentice of their youthful glee. "I'd like you to stay close.." he begins, slowly.. but after a hesitation, he puts on a small, weary smile. "But if you must chatter, stay within WindClan's supervision. Do not leave my sight or ear, and mind RiverClan and ShadowClan. Tensions are high tonight.. but you deserve to enjoy your first Gathering." And should any cat lay a paw on his apprentice, Slateheart would bring down the wrath of a century.


// interacting with @DIMMINGSUN and @Beepaw with @RACCOONSTRIPE mentioned
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  slate slatepaw slatetooth SLATEHEART
  ━━ MOOR-RUNNER WARRIOR of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 23 MOONS,, ages every 6th
  ━━ LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE xx SILVERFOOT
  ━━ SIBLING to GRAVELSNAP and ASHPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to BEEPAW | MENTORED by LYNXTOOTH​
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♡ | generally healthy, but experiencing shortness of breath.
  
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[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar leads her clan into the clearing with her head high and ears erect. She releases them silently with a flick of her tail, and her eyes instinctively follow Raccoonstripe as he goes to take his place with the other deputies. Don't cause trouble, She begs inwardly, only a flash of caution visible in fern eyes. "Go on and mingle. I'll find you when we're done," She murmurs to @antlerpaw! . With a glance towards @Orangestar who she arrived with, she begins to make her way to the Great Rock. A full moon has passed now since they'd discovered RiverClan is led by a new cat and curiosity begins to scratch at her mind how things are going across the way.

She climbs up onto the stone and sits, her tail wrapping around herself as she watches the cats below mingle. Absent-mindedly, an ear angles towards the spot where the deputies sit.​

 

[smogstar]

ShadowClan has enjoyed a great many uneventful gatherings. As much as it appeases the grey tom to have his brood thrust into prominence during these once-a-moon get-togethers, the background offers unseen sustenance. Other clans duke it out, exchange harsh-spitten words and glare one another down, haunches raised in threat—all the while his clan nurtures its health and security. But tonight marks a shift in paradigm, a changeover from complacency. Brought on by an unbidden incursion into their lands - and the savage maiming inflicted upon Orchidbloom as its result - Shadowclan stands poised and ready for retribution.

Eager yet tinged with uncertainty, Smogmaw plods across the moonlit canopy. He cuts the scenery, a broad-shouldered mass weaving amid chit-chattering felines. As anticipation forces the muscle beneath his pelt into a taut flex, he can't help but relish the sensation. Tension. He is not aware to what other bones of contention might ail the rest of the clans, but an apprehension beyond mere unease renders the air humid and stifling. An apprehension which goes beyond a mere skirmish between WindClan and ShadowClan.

"Nuh-uh, the two of you are sticking close to me tonight." The brusque remark, intended for Bloodpaw and Singepaw, arrives in the wake of Snowypaw's disappearance during the last gathering. A mentor mustn't have to keep their apprentices on a proverbial lead but, given the pair's propensity for deviltry and mischief-making, Smogmaw maintains a firm paw over them. A tail-flick and a point of the muzzle ushers them towards the Great Rock, where the clan's deputies traditionally congregate on nights like these.

On the way does he sight Howlingstar's solemn form climbing to the peak. It's business as usual for her, monolithic as the boulder itself. How long this shall hold true remains yet to be seen.

Smogmaw pauses a few fox-lengths shy, allowing Bloodpaw and Singepaw the autonomy to mingle among any similarly-aged cats they wish. He does not begrudge them this indulgence, understanding all-too-well the youthful exuberance and the incessant need to socialise. His amber eyes seek a likewise purpose, though to no avail; the nearest candidates are ThunderClan's routine stand-in, Raccoonstripe, and a gaggle of moor-dwellers in the tom's proximity.

So, he rests his haunches where the shade would be were the sun present. The grey tom surveys the crowd, his vision halting upon Maggotfur for a passing moment. He settles on eavesdropping, or rather attempting to. Eavesdropping would imply the existence a conversation worthy enough to warrant the act—instead, Smogmaw finds himself privy to a litany, a cacophony, an amalgamation, a tumultuous mesh of undiscernable patterns. No recognisable voices. Only white noise.

// briefly speaking to @BLOODPAW & @SINGEPAW, open to interacts >:3​

 

[FOXTAIL]

Oh StarClan, Foxtail can feel his paws already being on the verge of trembling. Tonight is his first gathering as a lead warrior, and the tom should feel excited for later— when Lichenstar announces his promotion to the other clans. It's a huge honor.... being apart of her council. He knows that not all RiverClanners.... feel like he's the best material to be a lead warrior. That he is too skittish; too soft. He struggles not to stutter his words, and he always seems to be trembling. Those RiverClanners must not approve of me standing in as deputy tonight, Foxtail thinks as he follows behind Lichenstar into the clearing, his nose twitching at the mixed scent of the five clans. I'm still so surprised she asked me to stand-in. Over more experienced lead warriors, like Snakeblink? Ferngill? He.... He accepted her offer with honor, but butterflies swim in his belly with anxiety.

"I want you to stick by me tonight," He meows to his apprentice as they step into the crowd, until the gathering begins, at least. ...He wasn't sure when he should be going to the base of the Great Rock, but the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass RiverClan by barely making it over in time. Lichenstar would never trust me to stand-in as deputy again if I do that. He thinks with a small shiver, and he pulls his attention back to his apprentice. He thought it would be exciting for Pebblepaw.... if he can potentially be introduced to the deputies. It would be good for the apprentice to be familiar with them; in case they meet them at the border (or even in battle). "How about you sit with Hawkcloud when the gathering begins?" He suggests with a nervous smile, he isn't sure if Pebblepaw can sit with him.... He'd rather be safe than sorry, and he knows his littermate would enjoy Pebblepaw's company. "She'll t-treat you well, I promise you that!" Hawkcloud has such a kind, funny heart; he hopes that one day she'll be granted an apprentice too.

With a flick of an ear, he through the crowd with nervous paws.... Pebblepaw alongside him. Am I too early to sit here? He frets as the great rock gets closer and closer; and numerous cats come into his view. He recognizes two of them— the first one being Racoonstripe; the tom that taunted RiverClan about the Sunningrocks with his (supposed) mate moons back. He's been standing in as deputy for a couple moons now, besides the last gathering. He can't say he recognizes the WindClanner, nor their apprentice, and the ThunderClanner asks about Scorchstreak. He can't remember if he knows the ShadowClanner's name, but he knows for certain he isn't standing in. "H-Hello there," He steps forward with a nervous mew, dipping his head in greeting. Oh StarClan, he has their attention now... "My n-name is Foxtail," He tries to keep his voice calm, and his paws tremble instead. Go figure. "....From R-RiverClan! This is my apprentice, P-Pebblepaw."​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• interacting w/ deputies/stand-in deputies @RACCOONSTRIPE , @smogmaw , @DIMMINGSUN ! + @PEBBLEPAW (mentioned @Hawkcloud )
  
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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  20 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to meghan for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[Beepaw]

They miss Brackenpaw. It's weird to be split among different tasks to their old denmates, nursery cleaved in twain. Half of the time their little group of nests are empty, either gone before dawn or late into the evening, but the sight of the stars is nice ... Beepaw sighs, put-upon and dramatic, but doesn't elaborate on a reason. Slateheart has taken them to sit by Dimmingsun and Celandinepaw, both of which are familiar; does their mentor seek a sense of security after what has happened? Their stomach growls, and cinnamon ears twitch back for a heartbeat before they angle forward to listen. They've done a lot of that since Slateheart came back. Stay in sight of a Clanmate, but he'd prefer them stay close.

"Very well!" Beepaw's ears twitch, regarding their mentor with a contented squint from his other side. It holds a touch of mischief, but Slateheart wouldn't have to wonder what that entailed for long because it is a rare day when Beepaw keeps those secrets for themself. "So I may talk toooo ThunderClan and ... SkyClan, yes?"

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[LIONPAW]

〔✦〕There is a silent force that weighs heavy on their heart when they gaze up at the Great Rock with their own eyes for the first time. This is where their father once stood before all of the clans, right next to Howlingstar and Chilledstar and even the infamous Sootstar. What he would give to descend back in time and hear Blazestar's booming voice echo across Fourtrees...

Lionpaw supposes he can't keep mulling about lost possibilities forever, especially on the night of his first gathering. He pads further into the forested clearing, trailing behind Crowsight because he is truthfully very overwhelmed. There are so many new sights and scents to behold... he can detect a mixture of the various aromas he's picked up on his border outings. ThunderClanners were oaky-smelling and big, muscular cats. Speaking of ThunderClan... Lionpaw wonders if Skyclaw is here tonight. He hasn't a clue what his half-brother looks like, but he cannot help but think of him.

Suddenly, a misting of snot douses his chest ( barely missing his face, thankfully ). Lionpaw draws back, ears folding back instinctively, though he is quick to straighten up once the other apprentice proceeds to apologize for the unlucky timing. "That's... alright." The SkyClanner mews. A genuine air radiates from him, not a lick of annoyance underlying his tone, though he'd be lying if he claimed that he wasn't the least bit grossed out.

Wiping their tufted chest off with a chocolate-colored paw, they introduced themselves, "I'm, ah, Lionpaw." A bright gleam manifests in his azure hues as he realizes that this is his first time formally meeting a cat from another clan. "I'm... guessin' you're from RiverClan?" It's apparent that the chocolate torbie point doesn't have the sharpest conversation skills. They've always been rather soft-spoken, always letting their littermates do the talking while they sat back and observed. This was a chance to push himself out of his comfort zone, at least.

all the lights aglow ( tokyo snows ) //

• ooc. interacting with @shellpaw but open to other interacts too!
  
• LIONPAW —— apprentice of skyclan , mentored by crowsight ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ trans male / he/they pronouns / 6 moons & ages every 9th
  ✦ single / bisexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy combat difficulty / won't start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired chocolate torbie point with blue eyes. a silky, cream-colored pelt is adorned with chocolate points. his points are splashed with ginger spots. tabby patterns also stripe around their dark limbs and face.

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[pebbletail]

(☼) he feels a aching sense of pride as he pads into the clearing near the head of the group, foxtail by his side. his mentor, his very own mentor, has been selected to fill in as deputy tonight. it's thrilling, knowing all riverclan eyes are on the russet tailed tomcat, and by association, pebblepaw himself. as they enter the clearing and cats disburse to go off and chatter, the storm hued boy is grateful for his mentors guidance. "okay foxtail," he nods, flicking his ears as he glances over his shoulder to watch shellpaw traipse off on her own. maybe if riverpaw was with her, he'd feel okay leaving her alone at this thing, but their brother is still missing. shelly will have to manage on her own.

white capped paws tap sternly across the ground as the apprentice follows his mentor to beneath the great rock, ember gaze wide. he's never been this close to it, and he gazes in wonder at the scratch marks and chips in the stone that has stood here for longer than peb has been alive. moving closer, he recognizes thunderclan's stand in- raccoonstripe -howlingstar's own kin, and not a particularly nice fellow. nearby, a pale chocolate and tan tabby who smells of the moors. of course, smogmaw is here as well, a hulking gray tabby with flaming eyes, who pebblepaw recognizes instantly. he presses lightly against foxtail as the older tom speaks, nerves clear in his tone. the boy will dip his head to the deputy figures. "hullo," he offers, glancing back up at his mentor for direction.

beside raccoonstripe is a chocolate and gray apprentice who speaks shortly to a golden tom. there's another apprentice by them, a cinnamon feline who looks comfortable with the golden tom. they two smell like windclan, a clan he doesn't know if he's allowed to interact with. by smogmaw, two other apprentices sit, both with the scent of pine and marsh on them. russet and auburn they are, and they sit close together. pebblepaw offers a smile to the two. "having a good gathering?" he asks them, swallowing his anxiety. these are probably splashpaw's old clanmates, perhaps they knew her well. he doesn't want to think about it, but it pops into his head even so. he can't imagine the cheerful, star-strewn girl to be as grumpy as smogmaw seems. he supposes not all shadowclanners are the same, but still- splashpaw belongs in riverclan. it just makes sense.

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

• // sitting by @FOXTAIL , small interaction with @RACCOONSTRIPE , @smogmaw , @DIMMINGSUN , and speaking to @BLOODPAW and @SINGEPAW " #848DAE"
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  PEBBLEPAW ☼ HE / HIM, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORED BY FOXTAIL. 7 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[CANDORPAW]

The gathering is so very... big! This he knew, of course, but knowing and experiencing are two very different things, no? The titular Four Trees garners from him an ooh. The Great rock, were Leaders would soon situate themselves garners an ah. He would memorize all the faces here that he possibly could... It pays to know your friends and enemies both... he kind of hopes there's a mind reader at this gathering, because he is thinking very cool things right now that he believes others ought to here! Maybe he should begin narrating?

" Candorpaw looks around, " he narrates in his cool hero voice that he has been practicing. " Candorpaw hears — " Achoo!

His brother's first gathering, and the poor boy has already been sneezed on! If they had to be sneezed on, they ought to be setting records for it! It is a shame... If he could've Candorpaw would've heroically jumped in the way to intercept the flying snot. Alas... he'll just have to live with the guilt that he didn't.

Lionpaw takes it in stride, though. Perhaps Candorpaw should sneeze on cats in greeting more often? " Oh my! " Candorpaw exclaims, very authentically. His face pinches in concern even as the apprentice explains that she is not actually sick. SO... she is fake sick, then?" Do you have... when the flowers make you sneeze? That thing. " He's not sure what it is called, but they'd understand, wouldn't they?

With the gathering so close to his apprentice ceremony, Candorpaw is not sure he had the apt amount of time to truly set every Clan apart... So he is rather astounded that Lionkit seemed to have a clue that he did not! (Was he lacking something...?) He knew RiverClanners for their swimming, but there was no swimming to be done here. Candorpaw eyes the supposed RiverClanner up and down. " How do you figure, brother? Is RiverClan well known for their... " What is a nice way to say it... " ...Projectile attacks? " his blink is genuine.

// OOC: talking to @shellpaw & @LIONPAW & open for interaction!! <3​

 

[CAMPIONSONG]

Another moon, another opportunity to hear the clans' latest stories and drama.

Campionsong trotted away from the Thunderclan crowd, sterling silvers purling along the moonlit strands, like he were cast and branded into the illustrious light. He had lived long enough to not allow fear to pang through his heart, nor apprehension of those different from him to stop him on his pursuits. If anything, he regarded the other clans with a sense of curiosity, allowing such a prime emotion to guide a bleeding heart. Long whiskers twitched as he surveyed the Gathering for any lost soul, any sort of lonely cat that he could latch onto, with bright gaze like a paper film marking where the stars upon the sky lie. He enjoyed Gatherings, if only for the socialities it brought. With a wanderlust soul such as his, he could hardly stand to remain within the confines of such a limiting territory. After much searching and seeking, he caught upon an unfamiliar cream pelt, of which he could pick out the pine-sap from the intermingling of the other scents, and he made his way towards Figfeather. "Hello! Skyclan, I presume? How are the tree-climbers faring this moon? Greenleaf's the time for celebration, at least to me." The older warrior purred, voice a gentle yet boisterous breeze, one that did not falter in its way.

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather enters the clearing with the rest of her clan-mates. Her tail flicks gently to signal to her apprentice, Daisypaw, that he is free to converse as he pleases. Without intention her paws carry her through the clearing in search of a warrior to speak to. It doesn’t take long for her to be approached by a ThunderClan warrior, Campionsong.

He asks how SkyClan is doing this moon, she’s half-tempted to retort, ’fine now that we don’t have any ThunderClan cats hunting our prey’ but she holds her tongue. Not for his sake, but for hers. She can’t imagine Orangestar would be thrilled if she began a verbal quarrel with their neighboring forest clan.

”It’s Figfeather, and we’re doing well.” ’We’re not’ She thinks uncomfortably, ’foxes have been harassing us for the last two moons. A pawful of my clan-mates have died.’ She would not share their woes with the ThunderClanner, he’d have to hear it from the lips of Orangestar if he were to at all.

”How is ThunderClan?” She inquires, a mischievous glint in her eyes. ”Is prey running better this moon?” Okay, maybe she could indulge in one vague remarks.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• interacting with @CAMPIONSONG
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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriapaw & Coffeepaw
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[antlerbreeze]

She had traveled near Skyclan once their borders melded, still just to the side of her mentor. That's where she preferred to stay, for one reason or another. As they ended Fourtrees, like always, she was taken by the sight of cats streaming in from every which direction. Riverclan, sleek, Windclan, agile. Shadowclan, stealthy- and themselves, standing strong with Skyclan's limber bodies.

A soft breath left her. Vision lifted to Howlingstar, and she nodded at the instruction. Paws dipped forward, sweeping her tail against the ground as she did her best to wander. Ears were perked, a paw in every other conversation as she passed it. Orange eyes lifted to her mentor who had safely made it to the center of Fourtrees, sitting as noble as always.

She sighed with wonder at the sight, stopping near a Windclanner, apparently. "So I may talk toooo ThunderClan and ... SkyClan, yes?" Head turned, then tilted. Antlerpaw stepped closer, vision shifted to the warriors near Beepaw. Slateheart, she did not know his name, but she had seen these warriors a pawful of times already. She gave a respectful dip of her head, looking towards Beepaw. "I am a Thunderclanner." She said in means of greeting. "My name is Antlerpaw. You are?"

Eyes studied the apprentice in front of her- not unkindly, though, just a read of the other's physical. The scent of ash was still heavy on their pelts.

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• "speech"
  // interacting with @Beepaw and briefly with @slateheart
  

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• ANTLERPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, ten moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowpaw and doepaw
  ⭃ 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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[Cherryblossom]

Cherryblossom is no stranger to eavesdropping; perhaps the gossip fiend knows it when she sees it, in thoughtful gaze and subtly tilted head, or maybe she just sees someone bereft of conversation. She, of course, knows who Smogmaw is. Deputy of ShadowClan ever since she first started coming to Gatherings, and probably before that too (he couldn’t have been deputy forever though, since the rumors of past ShadowClan leaders and what happened to them have not passed her without notice).

Only two seasons ago, too, was the Journey. She hardly knows what he thinks of her now, all grown-up and standing in the same place as him, not that she would let it affect her so much. Or maybe, as was more likely beneath hollowed eyes and perpetually faint grimace, the whole thing fell beneath his notice as the moons passed.

”Hey, Smogmaw,” the younger cat meows, approaching him with an easy stride and high tail. ”How’s ShadowClan been? Did you, like, solve your lil’ frog problem yet?” ShadowClanners being frog-eaters, Cherryblossom hardly sees the problem with it. Oh no, too much food. Personally, she would never stand for her tongue making any sort of contact with slimy things, but if she had to choose between that or kittypet food…

ooc: interacting with @smogmaw

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