- Nov 27, 2023
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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ This gathering feels far more peaceful than the last, though the lack of Howlingstar's presence brings a strong feeling of unease to Slateheart. The wolves are gone. I hope Howlingstar is.. okay.
He enters the clearing near the rear of the patrol, giving his brother @GRAVELSNAP a slight glance as he parts from the group and settles alone. How is Gravelsnap fairing, anyway, without Periwinklebreeze and Thriftfeather? It must be his first gathering alone since the loyalists departed. Sensing his brother wants space, Slateheart dips his head towards him and excuses himself. "I'm going to.. try to socialize. Come find me if you need me," he mumbles before dispersing into the crowd.
This may very well be his first gathering socializing with the other Clans. Before Lynxtooth's death, he often found himself locked under his father's cold gaze, knowing to stay quiet and stay put without needing to be asked. But after that fateful battle, the day his father died, he had begun to embrace his freedom and mend the bridges he had kept burnt (if they were built anyway) under that oppression. His progress within his Clan was going about as well as he could expect, slowly but surely - perhaps now was his chance to build relations with other cats as well.
Near the Great Rock, Slateheart spots a lone dappled molly and makes his way over. Better to converse with a cat who isn't already in a three-way conversation, he figures. On the way, he takes in a deep breath and mentally prepares himself for conversation. When was the last time he had a civil conversation with another Clan?
Slateheart clears his throat when he approaches, to announce his presence, and settles down a couple tail-lengths away from @Birchbranch . Through the plethora of scents in the clearing, SkyClan feels the strongest here - that must be where she's from, if he had to guess. "How fares SkyClan?" he begins. Was that a good way to start a conversation at a gathering? Was he supposed to introduce himself? The black-furred tom wears a nervous smile as he awaits the she-cat's answer, only hoping she was able to steer the conversation from there, lest they sit in an awkward silence.
He enters the clearing near the rear of the patrol, giving his brother @GRAVELSNAP a slight glance as he parts from the group and settles alone. How is Gravelsnap fairing, anyway, without Periwinklebreeze and Thriftfeather? It must be his first gathering alone since the loyalists departed. Sensing his brother wants space, Slateheart dips his head towards him and excuses himself. "I'm going to.. try to socialize. Come find me if you need me," he mumbles before dispersing into the crowd.
This may very well be his first gathering socializing with the other Clans. Before Lynxtooth's death, he often found himself locked under his father's cold gaze, knowing to stay quiet and stay put without needing to be asked. But after that fateful battle, the day his father died, he had begun to embrace his freedom and mend the bridges he had kept burnt (if they were built anyway) under that oppression. His progress within his Clan was going about as well as he could expect, slowly but surely - perhaps now was his chance to build relations with other cats as well.
Near the Great Rock, Slateheart spots a lone dappled molly and makes his way over. Better to converse with a cat who isn't already in a three-way conversation, he figures. On the way, he takes in a deep breath and mentally prepares himself for conversation. When was the last time he had a civil conversation with another Clan?
Slateheart clears his throat when he approaches, to announce his presence, and settles down a couple tail-lengths away from @Birchbranch . Through the plethora of scents in the clearing, SkyClan feels the strongest here - that must be where she's from, if he had to guess. "How fares SkyClan?" he begins. Was that a good way to start a conversation at a gathering? Was he supposed to introduce himself? The black-furred tom wears a nervous smile as he awaits the she-cat's answer, only hoping she was able to steer the conversation from there, lest they sit in an awkward silence.
┌── I SEND HIM A SMILE
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HE TELLS ME LOOK DOWN ──┐
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ooc - brief interaction with @GRAVELSNAP, now interacting with @Birchbranch
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SLATEHEART ✩ he/him, moor-runner of windclan, 19 moons.
⭃ a short-furred black tom with low white markings and green eyes.
⭃ son ofLYNXTOOTHxxADELAIDE// brother to GRAVELSNAP, ASHPAW
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.