PREMONITION — NOV. PRE-GATHERING CHATTER



No excitement, nor apprehension, resonate in his footfalls on this gathering night. It is in a solemn march that he treads forth, steps measured under the yoke of obligation, and ushers his clanmates into the lunar-bathed clearing. He's still heartsore, yet to fully register the void left in Halfshade's wake. Simultaneously have his lofty ambitions been rerouted towards locating his abducted kin. Engulfed in the throes of such loss, not to mention the numbness it entails, the crux for Smogmaw lies in keeping up appearances. To maintain face before comrades and unsavoury individuals alike. The façade must hold; it's the solitary piece he clings to.

Claw-tips pluck velvety undergrowth in time with his gait, the tension in his knuckles betraying his unease. Always were gatherings a psyche-straining experience. Too many eyes, too many scents, clustered together in a space too minuscule, and an atmosphere too fraught with friction. The caverns he'd braved on the journey held higher appeal than this suffocating affair. Pawsteps draw to a halt not so long after his entry, and his scrutiny rests upon the towering mound of stone in the centre. There, at the monolith's base, he shall sit through the procession, and idly paw at the cool earth until the procession has concluded. Appearances, appearances. Will his worry wane when it's his turn to stand at the top?

His dark-striped tail gives an impatient twitch, muscles lining his limbs constricting, ready to spring back into action. A sigh follows, and Smogmaw starts to navigate across the sprawling glade, and he does well to do his damndest in avoiding direct contact. Constricted pupils linger on familiar figures as they pass—some he recognises from the journey, such as the fiery (not in spirit) apprentice communing with Sharpshadow. Others are more fleeting, known only as faces, and Smogmaw should rather it stay that way.

Smogmaw converges on the Great Rock at last, and his haunches were ever eager to taste the forest floor. He shall remain standing for the moment, however, for another beseeches his attention. Huffing softly, the tom looks to Orangeblossom, his counterpart-in-position from SkyClan, and former member of the travelling party. She greets him by name, and his head dips in kind, though not so much as a smile graces his lips. Their rapport is one worth expanding on, since one cannot have too many powerful friends—but, given how behind he was on current inter-clan affairs, he would prove hard-pressed to find a common ground.

Then, in the same breath as her greeting, the flame-dappled molly poses an agitating inquiry. His muzzle twitches instantly and the mouth below it parts, only for no reply to come.

Perhaps he's gotten comfortable with the discretion his clanmates have adopted for the topic. Or, perhaps he'd grown too careless in managing grief, pushing it aside to where it lay out of sight and out of mind. Either way, Orangeblossom has all but uprooted the seams keeping his emotions intact. He wasn't prepared for the question. Not in the slightest.

Smogmaw swallows thickly, and when he blinks, raw distress drapes over his freshly-awoken eyes. It's all catching up to him, and all at once. "My kin..." he breathes, "they're-"

Cutting himself off with a head-shake and a snort, the deputy draws his shoulders together and fixes his gaze squarely between the other's ears. "They're not doing too well. Halfshade had kits, at least." Two sentences in, and he's already lost, unable to regain control, and telling half-truths. He's a cynic, but he prays - desperately - for the molly to not pry any further. If the leaders intend on starting their announcements, stars will them to do so right now, and nip this exchange in the bud before it flourishes into something awful.

// speaking with @orangeblossom, open to more.

 
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RiverClan moved like a stream, floating their leader afront them, shades of blues and greens stare at him with pride, with excitement. They were not weak despite the way the clans yearned to see the river-dwellers crumble under the weight of their losses- they were resilient... as persistent as the coursing river they lived ashore from. They were an inevitability... one that would not be ignored and slighted any longer.

Her motivation sits upon her chest in shades of white and red feathers, a sharp contrast to the silvery scales of fish that litter her scruffy coat and at her side hums the soft, loving voice of her sunbeam. Smiles sit so comfortably on her face, there is nothing more the lead warrior could ask for than this moment now- to relish in the horrified stares of WindClan, the prying gazes of ThunderClan who had stolen Sunningrocks from them, the frustration of ShadowClan to have 'helped' them to shelter just to see them thriving now instead. SkyClan is the only one spared the contempt of the water-dappled molly... the only ones who had proven themselves reasonable in good times and bad.

This was no regular Gathering for any of them really... but especially not for her. How many times had she come here with her apprentices in tow, as a social goon wandering between conversations nervously? Now.. to be a temporary fill-in as deputy, Lichentail felt her name had been cleared- she had finally succeeded in proving herself useful... and with those spring morning eyes now belonging to her and her alone? StarClan... perhaps could be forgiven... in part then for their slights against her. The suffering had been made worthwhile, in some ways.

Turning to a pair of silvery pelts nearby, the ash-fringed molly gives a small smile, hoping to encourage them to be in higher spirits than previous events had allowed. "Run along then... I think you both know by now the only rule I have." And for good measure, when those moorland rats would be called to question tonight- Don't talk to WindClan.

Eyes flick to Hazecloud, who is already eagerly trying to leave her side as her wayward travelling group slowly rushes back to each other in small clumps, hurried to catch up with one another. She couldn't deny the smoke's excitement bothered her- she knew better than to befriend cats in other clans, that journey didn't change that. Opting not to spoil the cheerful reunion, the point slowly sinks into the crowd, making her way towards the center.


[ -- interacting with @brookpaw , @DIPPERPAW and @hazecloud briefly ,, open to interactions !! ]​
 
Clearly riverclan were the most dressed out of all the clans. It wasn't exactly difficult to see that their pelts shone more than the cats from other clans. He can't help but feel a twinge in pride. All of them had come together and spent time dressing up for this event, something they hadn't done in moons. To be honest he was filled with joy despite the fact that Windclan decided to show their faces at the gathering knowing what they had done. This would be the first gathering with Smokestar. No matter how tonight would unfold, everyone in Riverclan knew it. Knew that they would be in good paws and they would only continue to prosper. Anyhow, ramblings aside.

This would be Nettlepaw's first gathering. I wonder if he's not overwhelmed by all the scents. His comment about many cats being here brings relief. Good. He's not freaking out. At his next question he looks around and narrows his eyes towards the Windclanners present. "Yes, they're here except for Sootstar. Remember what Smokestar said. Stay away from them and out of trouble." There's a twinge of anger in his words directed towards Windclan. Otherwise, he is nothing but concerned for the safety of his apprentice. The other clans were fine to speak with, how receptive they would be was a different story. However, that was part of the fun when it came to gatherings. He can't help but smile looking at his apprentice. "Now go have fun Nettlepaw! There's plenty of apprentices here to chat with." Despite it not being said, his apprentice was not obligated to speak to those within his ranks if he didn't want to. If Nettlepaw wanted to speak to a leader or a deputy he could, however whether or not they would lightly turn him away varied. Typically deputies conversed with other deputies and leaders spoke with leaders.

With that he would break away from his apprentice, briefly touching the light colored tom with his tail as reassurance. The air is tense without a doubt. Howlingstar had visited them and was horrified to hear the news of Windclan claiming highstones. It wasn't difficult to see that said information was passed down to her clan considering they were all grouped together. We're all on edge. He decides to ignore the fact and pad up to a brown warrior who seemed to be finished speaking with their own apprentice. "I-i guess Howlingstar told you all what h-happened? Don't worry, Riverclan isn't going to start anything. E-everyone's on edge tonight." It's then that he remembers he skipped the first step in talking with those outside of your clan. Flustered he quickly adds to the pair, "Uhm, my name's Pikesplash. My apprentice is Nettlepaw, and you are?"

// briefly spoke to @Nettlepaw- and is currently speaking to @OAKFANG and @Marigoldpaw
 
Be careful about what you tell the other Clans,” Iciclefang murmurs to Cicadapaw, bending her head low to speak into his oversized ear. “Nothing more specific than how the prey’s running and who’s courting who, is that understood?” Her voice is clipped, sharp, but even as she instructs her apprentice, her frost-blue gaze searches for a familiar scarred chest, a gray tabby pelt and molten-gold eyes.

She tastes the air, identifying a silver-brushed warrior with a ThunderClan scent. “Hello—you’re from ThunderClan, yes? I’m Iciclefang.” She sits, gesturing with the tip of her tail for Cicadapaw to seat his gangly self beside her. “This is my apprentice, Cicadapaw.” She nonchalantly flicks her eyes around, clearly searching for another cat. “Is Stormywing attending tonight? I’d hoped to meet with her again.

[ interacting with @Roeflame and @CICADAPAW but open to others! looking for @STORMYWING ]



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The last time soot-dusted paws had stepped into the clearing of Fourtrees was for a final goodbye before venturing into the unknown. None having the slightest clue of what the experience would bring and each passing trial seeming more daunting than the last. It all felt so far behind her now as the Clans regained their strength, but the growing pains of change within RiverClan still shook her. Cicadastar was dead, cut down by the rush of rogues and she wondered what difference would have been made if none of them had left for the lungwort. Would they have been strong in their numbers, or still weakened from the lack of prey?

It didn't seem to matter in the end. Camps had all been reclaimed before they had even arrived home with only the evidence of fresh wounds to show their fight.

Hazecloud had kept close to Lichentail and her apprentices on their arrival and offered a passing smile to the younger mollies when their mentor dismissed them. Her gaze flickered over the crowd, recognizing some of the faces from the journey but seeking for one in particular. Paws set out for the thick of the crowd but stopped short when the warmth of her mate had not remained beside her. Hazecloud turned her head and laughed when seeing the Lead standing in place.

"Burrs got your paws? Come here!" The smoky furred molly guided Lichentail to continue on with her, a glow of pride on her face as she touted their love through the crowd. "There you are!" She shouted to @batwing once she saw the blue tom, leading them to the ThunderClanner.

"Lichentail, this is Batwing, one of the ThunderClanners from the journey. Batwing, this is Lichentail, my mate!" Hazecloud leaned against the point with a loud, joyous purr.

// dragging lichentail around and introducing her to batwing :)
 
Blazestar leads his Clan into the clearing, pelt brushing against @bobbie 's as cats begin to break off into groups to mingle. Her sweet breath warms his ear—“See you soon,” she murmurs, and the affectionate press of her shoulder to his is enough to send warmth tingling throughout him from nose to the ear tips. “Yes, my love,” he returns in an equally quiet voice, pressing his muzzle briefly to the velvet back of one of her ears.Enjoy your first Gathering as lead warrior.” He watches her walk away briefly before turning to survey the throngs of cats who begin to converse. Circe talks with a cat from another Clan, and Drizzlepelt finds a RiverClan she-cat with relative ease. He spots Greeneyes and Falconpaw, then Figfeather with a group of young warriors her age.

With a sigh, Blazestar nears the Great Rock and makes a mighty leap. He’s the first leader on the stone, but he searches for the others among the cats chatting below him.

[ on the Great Rock – open to interactions from @HOWLINGSTAR @CHILLEDSTAR. @Smokestar @SUNSTRIDE ]



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𓆝 . ° ✦ Nightfish hasn’t gone to every single gathering since the clans’ creation, but he attended enough of them that it feels weird now to be looking over his shoulders as he walks alongside the other river cats. It’s not that he doesn’t feel safe: despite Windclan’s recent betrayal of the truce, he knows the other clans are usually on their most nonviolent behavior at these things, and besides he could hold his own fine in a scuffle.

No, it’s only that… Well, now that he knows Apple’s around these parts, he can’t help but feel like she might be hiding behind every corner, waiting to jump at him like some horrible ghost. He doesn’t know whether he dreads or hopes for it. He glances around, face as carefully blank as ever but his whole body besides fidgeting with nervous energy.
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    NIGHTFISH — HE/HIM ・ 38 MOONS ・ WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN ・ PENNED BY KANGOO
    a large black and lilac chimera with high white and blue-yellow heterochromia and an expressionless face.
 

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LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
As the long-legged Riverclanner followed her apprentice into the crowded clearing, Lakemoon couldn’t help but hope Wolfwind would be here tonight- last the tabby had spoken with her sibling, she had just been promoted to lead warrior. Perhaps this time around Lakemoon would be able to both catch-up with her and show off her apprentice.
Yet, when her apprentice sits to seemingly stare coldly at his paws, she cannot help but flick her ear in curiosity. Most apprentices were quick to dash off, mingle and meet cats from other clans.
"Not feeling very social, tonight?" She prompts lowly to Bristlepaw as she comes to stand beside him, sapphire gaze lifting to survey the crowd before them.
"Getting to know cats from other clans could come in handy one day." She muses, hopefully giving the other something to think about.
Yet, she is more than content to stay with him, even sitting herself after a moment.
Feathered tail sweeps to cover her forepaws, and Lakemoon finds herself relishing in the bathe of moonlight. The silvery warrior had always loved full moons, how the lighting seemed to set her fur aglow.
Despite her peace, narrow eyes still search casually for her littermate.

[ interacting w/ @BRISTLEPAW , looking for @WOLFWIND ]
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𓆝 . ° ✦ A familiar voice brought a small smile to her face. It was that of one of her companions from the journey, but it was one she had missed nonetheless. "Drizzlepelt." Mosspool nodded in greeting. "I missed you as well. How has Skyclan been since we last spoke?"

Her chest puffed up in pride as he asked about her warrior name. "I have. I am Mosspool now." She told him simply. "Mossbrook would have been an excellent name as well though. It would be an honor to be named for my clan's namesake."

As he continued his praise of her, her pride only grew. She dipped her head, attempting to appear humble even though she didn't feel it. "I only did what I thought my duty." That, at least, was true. It was simply that she had a higher duty than most. She glanced up as he detailed his reason for not going, her gaze darkening as he mentioned Windclan. "An understandable desire." She muttered, casting a rueful glance toward the aforementioned clan.
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    MOSSPOOL — SHE/HER・ 12 MOONS ・ WARRIOR & RIVERCLAN ・ PENNED BY @empyrean !
    Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.
 

-ˋˏ ˎˊ- there were so many cats here, it might have thrown her into some shock if she hadn't seen everyone congregated like this under different circumstances. her tail is lifted in a friendly fashion, pelt shimmering from the scales she had rolled in as she strides through the clearing alongside nightfish. glancing around, she notes bristlepaw standing alone, not too eager to meet anyone. carawaypaw trots over after lakemoon's encouragement, meeting him with a warm grin.

"you wanna come with me? we can find someone to talk to together," she offered with a soft tilt of her head. usually, she would have asked bumblepaw, but her littermate was probably busy hanging out with her new best friend anyways. carawaypaw had to show nettlepaw that this didn't affect her, that he couldn't get to her through bumblepaw.

with bristlepaw in tow or not, she headed off to find someone to meet, but not before readjusting the white flower behind her ear and the wing safely stowed in her tail.
  • interacting with @BRISTLEPAW, looking for apprentices to meet


  • CARAWAYPAW she/her, apprentice of riverclan, four moons
    carawaypaw is a pretty longhaired silver tabby with green eyes and a long, lithe frame. born into riverclan, she loves her home and has a deep fascination with becoming a warrior to provide for it. for now, she is heavily focused on her duties as an apprentice and trying to balance them with her enjoyment of less serious activities. she is currently apprenticed to nightfish.
    willowroot x poppysplash ↛ sister to bumblepaw, tidepaw, mosspaw, hazepaw, antlerpaw, and buckpaw
    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.

 
( ) Hollowcreek had initially shared the bold, righteous glow of victory in his gait. Steps were made in grand strides, his pelt carried the scent of heather and he looked beside himself to see his friend under the moonlight. A pale stare turned at the sour scent of RiverClan and the moment of grace is gone. Burned under the fire of a single orange stare.

"Do you think... the stars saved him?" They had left him in worse shape than a fullblooded warrior could survive. Slashes dressed his pelts and crimson flooded the stone beneath him. That must have been the only way, perhaps sheer proximity to highstones had been enough to reach him?

Hollowcreek refused to admit they had been defeated, bested by the worse of a corpse. There had to be another answer that he wouldn't let on. Of course he would be keeping secret the miracle behind his survival.

// speaking and can only be heard by harbringermoon and harrierstripe. open to interacts w other windclanners!
( I SEE YOUR COLLARBONE ; AND WANNA LOSE CONTROL )
 


A while had passed since Sootspot's last gathering, he was grateful to have attended this one - for where else would he see the miracle of a dead cat walking? His gaze settled upon the stones, smile strained. It was to be the end of RiverClan, the end of the one who had hurt his sister, but RiverClan scent was strong in the air, and it seemed that hubris had been his friends' enemy once more. There was a bristle to his fur as he turned away, the little cat finding a path through the crowd of clans as if they were the tunnels themselves. Usually, he would take the time to learn what he could from the other clans, tonight, his attention was solely on his clanmates. They had already congregated in a corner, eyes shifting between themselves and the undead fish king. Sootspot joined them with a strut, as if unbothered by the single eye upon them, even if his lashing tail and twitching whiskers wished to tell a different story.

Stars, Sootstar was going to be furious. He looked to his paws, the burden of murder absent from them, and once more found himself grateful he had been 'absent' from the incompetencies. There was a nod to his clanmates, gaze a thousand yards away; thinking, judging. "Curious... how StarClan rewards those who wasted one life with eight more to try again and again and again." There was malice in the idea, a bite to his words that didn't know whether it wanted to hurt the ancestors or the RiverClanner more. The wounds around his throat spoke of revival more than survival, why StarClan had started to give their gifts to the weakest of cats, he would never know. A glance to Sunstride, an idea that should the chimera act even more feeble than the untrusted Deputy, he may recieve the other's nine lives when the time came. Sootspot shook his head free from the delusion. "I would stand very, very far back when it is time for the announcements." His voice raised itself a pitch, a mrrp of amusement passing his maw. "Should our special friends interfere once more, best they only strike down one of us with their lightning." Sootspot would be as close to a SkyClanner as possible - should StarClan butt in, at least then he would not die alone.

[ interacting with @hollowcreek & other windclanners ]

 
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ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago. Though the Thunderclanner had tried her best to look at least somewhat unapproachable- it does not stop an unfamiliar calico from sitting beside her.
The scent of fish and moss that clings to the others fur tells Roeflame almost instantly that she is from Riverclan.
Though, Iciclefang is quick to introduce herself, and Roeflame see’s no reason to give her the cold shoulder when, under searching eyes, the warrior asks for Stormywing quickly after.
Roeflame cannot help the smirk as she habitually nods her head in greeting.
"Hello. Yes I am, name’s Roeflame." The silver-bathed molly replies, giving a small smile to the taller apprentice before her own eyes would begin to wander for her gray-furred friend in the patchwork mollys aid. "Yeah, she should be around here somewhere… did you two meet on the journey?" She hums the question casually, but the cold-gazed warrior beside her did not seem to be an easy friend to make at face value- perhaps Stormywing had struck a right cord? Stars knew.

// interacting with @iciclefang & @CICADAPAW "speech"
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As she follows her mentor into the gathering space her mind is only occupied by one thing. Black and red tabby fur, brilliant golden eyes. She wonders if he would be here tonight, if he would seek her out in the same way her traitorous eyes seek him out, even now when her mentor is speaking to her. Se is not listening, not really. Lichentail's words are only a low drone in her head. Distantly, she hears her remind them of her one rule and with lips pursed, Dipperpaw nods but it doesn't matter. There was no one in WindClan she cared to see anyways and she watches for only a moment as the blue-furred molly disappears into the crowd no doubt with her own intentions. Whatever they were they do not matter in the wake of the pull Dipperpaw feels.

She spares only a glance in Brookpaw's way, a dip of the head and a flick of the tail to indicate that she would not linger here with her, and then she is gone. Long limbs carry her through the crowd and sun-touched eyes scan the sea of faces, looking for only one in particular. The entire time she can't help but think 'What is wrong with me?' And the answer comes easily. Nothing. She tells herself it means absolutely nothing. Skypaw is a friend, nothing more, and she only seeks him out because he is a familiar face, someone to speak to that was not of her clan. It was okay to be friendly with cats of other clans wasn't it..?

// looking for @skypaw but open to other interactions

 
The last time she had been here was the night they had departed. Her shoulder fur twitched as she recalled the heavy emotions she had felt as they walked away...but thankfully, the only place she had to go tonight after this was back home. There would be no moons long trip to the mountains again tonight. She padded quietly with her clanmates into the clearing, watching as they all dispersed. Flycatcher made his way to where the other deputies were, and she soon found herself alone. I wonder if Bobbie is here. Orangeblossom would be without a doubt, but it seemed she was already in a conversation with Smogmaw. She debated on going over to talk to them, but she wasn't particularly found of the Shadowclan tom.

When she didn't spot Bobbie right away, she looked to see if maybe Scorchstreak was here, but it seemed there were not many Windclanners tonight.
  • @looking for @bobbie or others from the journey, but open for interaction!​
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    LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
    — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
    — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
    — mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
    — 26 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



 
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A cloud hangs over Stormywing's head as she files into the clearing with her clan, a touch nervous about what might go down tonight. Thanks to RiverClan's warning, ThunderClan was already aware of Sootstar claiming Highstones as her territory. She is already scanning the WindClanners present, wondering what her friends on the journey thought of such a thing. Surely they wouldn't agree with their tyrannical leader...would they?

As her eyes roam, they catch sight of an all-too-familiar tortoiseshell pelt, and suddenly all negativity disappears from her mind. "Iciclefang!" She greets enthusiastically, bounding towards the small group. She comes to a stop next to Roeflame, eyes shining as she leans forward only to awkwardly stop herself, acting as if she had only taken an extra step forward in her momentum. I can't do that. Not anymore. Though she yearns to bury her nose into the other's cheek, she must remain a respectable distance away. We aren't together. We can't be.

Straightening herself, she clears her throat to try and collect herself and trills to her clanmate, "This is Iciclefang. She saved my tail when I fell into a river on the way to the mountains!" Once, such an admittance might have embarrassed her, but now she only looks back on it like it's a hilarious story, and even a point of pride for her friend.

Her eyes trail up to look at the tall apprentice at the RiverClanner's side. "Is this that apprentice you were telling me about?" A flicker of jealousy manages to find itself in her chest, but it dissipates within a heartbeat. She wants her own apprentice so badly, but she has it in her to be happy for Iciclefang, too. What an honor to receive one, and the RiverClan leader's son, of all cats.

// addressing @iciclefang @ROEFLAME . @CICADAPAW
I WANNA TASTE LOVE AND PAIN ☁︎
 
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His first gathering as a warrior is upon him now - or... his first gathering in a while, actually.

The brown tabby thinks he should be speaking with others, thinks he should be parading his new name like he hears others in the near distance. But, without Stonepool to guide him, Toadhop feels the kit-like urge to stay close to his sister within the sparse crowd's tensing atmosphere. He lingers nearby, watching as tortoiseshell fur approaches Roeflame with a spindly shadow behind her, ears twitching at the sound of a clanmate's name on the RiverClanner's tongue.

Stormywing is here, he knows, but he isn't sure where or why this cat specifically seeks her out. That is, until the gray tabby appears herself to greet the RiverClanner, Iciclefang, with a bright expression. It's not long before Toadhop understands why one sought out the other - they'd journeyed together, of course. Iciclefang even saved Stormywing. A cerulean gaze blinks, as he looks with sudden interest, a story of the journey he thinks he's yet to hear about.

"A river?" he echoes into the conversation, head tilting to the side. "You're lucky a RiverClanner was there to save you then, yeah?" It's a good thing, he supposes - had Iciclefang not been there, ThunderClan might've dealt with even more grief at the journey's end. Toadhop's gaze shifts back to the river-dweller, his head dipping in greeting.

"I'm Toadhop," he introduces himself. He might as well, right? A star-marked face gestures toward his adoptive sibling, "I'm Roeflame's brother."

// lingering near @ROEFLAME . , interacting with @STORMYWING and @iciclefang
 
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Figfeather is glad to see Fantasplash eager to converse with the other clans. She smiles and pushes through the crowd, cautious to not leave Fantasplash in the dust or allow her to get lost. Her ears perk up excitedly at the sound of a familiar voice calling her name, she bumps her mate’s shoulder and bounds torward the ginger tabby with a giant grin.

”Fernpaw! Hi!” She returns the greeting as she nears him. Reaching forward she presses her nose against his shoulder in a friendly display. She was just about to turn to Fantasplash and introduce the two when Fernpaw introduces herself as Ferngill. Her jaw drops and excitedly she echos Sharppaw, ”Ferngill? You got your warrior name, I knew you would! Congratulations.” She purrs while casting a meeting look to Sharppaw. The dark coated feline and Figfeather had spent a lot of time together after the rockslide… it was still something she’d rather not think about.

Shadowpaw acknowledges her and… the ’kittypet’ she was with. The tone was far from hostile, but it was still enough for Figfeather to give an awkward glance Fantastream’s way. ”Oh- Ferngill, Sharppaw, this is Fantastream. My mate.” She smiles, unable to deny that in the moment she finds herself suddenly embarrassed. Would her friends not… approve? Well- what did it matter? They weren’t of SkyClan! Yet still Figfeather finds herself caring of what they might think, and she feels insanely guitly for it as her mate stands vulnerably at her side.
  • >> @FERNGILL @SHARPSHADOW @Fantastream !
  • » Figfeather
    » SkyClan Warrior
    » She/her . AMAB
    » Mate to Fantastream
    » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
    » "Speech"thoughtsattack
  • » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
    » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
    » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
    » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing
 
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The first gathering since they got back. He walks on swift paws behind Howlinstar, vision nearly bored and his tail swaying behind him. Parts of him wished that his mate was here with him, that his kits were walking upon the path he was- but they weren't ready yet, as excited as he was to get them into warriorship. Seriously, Batwing. They're just kits. Let them enjoy life. Shaking the chiding voice away, he shifted his vision towards the rest of the gathering.

And it wasn't long until fur- smoke fur that had been clinging to his thoughts like the word that slipped from her mouth moments before- 'burr'. He inhaled quietly, green eyes shifting towards the Riverclan warrior. Caught in a surprise, he forced a smile onto his face. A well-worn lie, one that slowly turned truth. "Hazecloud." He dipped his head towards her, before looking towards Lichentail- eyes shifted up and down the other for a brief moment, before the smile widened. "Nice to meet you. Glad you found someone." He said mildly- his words didn't mean anything, really. He was really glad, genuinely.

"Riverclan doing okay?" Batwing questioned, looking towards Hazecloud with a cocked head.

// interacting with @hazecloud and @lichentail !! open to more

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Hardly two steps away- wasn't it always that way in the last few days? It was like the claws she'd sunk into Hazecloud's back in a panicked embrace at their reunion had stayed stubbornly embedded in her- they would not let go and neither would she. Turning with a dumb-founded expression, the lead warrior wasn't sure she had time to really go mingle with the former journey-goers... Smokestar needed her support, her attention, and soon the Gathering would begin in earnest.

Soon WindClan would be called into question.

Offering a tense, thin-lipped smile, Lichentail knows there is a bit of wasted time left to spend... only a little. "No," she answered the rhetorical teasing stupidly, "I was just..." There aren't any words for it.. It hardly mattered, she had no excuse anyways.

But already she has spotted a fog-dipped coat that mimics her own and the pointed blue grows immediately uncomfortable with being brought into this conversation. He was a stranger... from ThunderClan no less- those same, whiny, self-righteous forest dwellers that had the audacity to steal Sunningrocks when RiverClan had already suffered enough and then begged their warriors to waste more time helping a single, stupid apprentice.

Any chance at friendliness is shot immediately, strangled in her chest before Batwing even says hello. She stares at him, observing, taking note of battle-earned scars, sizing up their similarities. He didn't look much younger than the pair of mollies... "I don't think I've heard much about you," she says dryly, giving Hazecloud a small glance before continuing, "We've known each other since before the clans... I'd say, more like 'remembered' than 'found.'" Could he even relate, or understand to that kind of depth... to the way her claws itched her insecurities, that she might lose the smoke's fickle love again. A broken tail twitches agitatedly, not one known for hiding her frustrations very well.

"I assume Howlingstar already let you all know what to expect from us tonight?" A reminder to be prepared. The moor-loving weasels would not take their call-out lying down.


--- interacting with @batwing and @hazecloud ,, open to further interaction

WELL IF YOU WANT MY BLOOD I'LL MAKE SO MUCH BLOOD
THAT YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING DROWN