PRIDE IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF YOU | pre-gathering chatter


This was meant to be peaceful, wasn't it- so why was there snarling all of a sudden? In a burst of shock Fernpaw spun around, bug-eyes falling upon the familiar sunset-hued pelt of Ashpaw as the ShadowClan deputy themself loomed above her, the aftermath of a hiss set stern upon their face. Immediately his eyes flung wider, and oversized paws scrambled to his fellow apprentice's side, his tiny form pressing up against her slightly. "A-Ashpaw, we should- you should, probably- not bother, um- um-"

The undersized tom's voice trembled, his legs too. He knew that this feline was the ShadowClan deputy, but what what oh what was their name!? For the life of him he couldn't remember, and fear swam in his bug eyes, flitting between Ashpaw's familiar features and the deputy's... unfamiliar ones. "S-sorry, she didn't mean trouble, honest...!" All this about- about Bonejaw, about exile, it wasn't Ashpaw's fault! She didn't deserve to be... yelled at like that.

/ interacting with @ashpaw! and @CHILLEDGAZE. ​
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Gatherings are held by the wishes of StarClan. The five clans sit together and share news of whats happened over the course of the last moon. Of course... you only pick the good stuff to announce, so keep your mouth shut and let me do the sharing.

That had been relatively the memo of what Sootstar had instructed the rogues before she led them to a place an NPC informed him was "Fourtrees". It was a fitting name, four mighty trees stood nearby the boulder all the leaders were perching themselves up on. Goatfoot wonders at first if the four trees represented the clans, but that couldn't be... the number was off by one. He wasn't one to get hung up on such details, luckily.

Through his amber eyes he observes the leaders, none of them looked all that pleased... in fact it was Sootstar who only smiled- or well, smirked. The rest of them looked blatantly displeased, he wonders if the gatherings were always like this... There is some mumbling to his side, and he turns his head to look. A murky hued tabby, Goatfoot recognizes the ShadowClan scent, he's gone on a few border patrols there but never actually ran into any of the damn swamp-dwellers. Apparently, they were allies- or something akin to that with WindClan.

"What ye mumuring 'bout?" Grumbles the old tom cat to the other, it was none of his business but if you thought Goatfoot knew how to keep his nose where it belonged you were awfully mistaken. "Look like you could use a pawful of mice... then 'gain think everyone could... mhm..." He comments pretty directly on the lack of meat the ShadowClan cat carries on his bones. Goatfoot wasn't the plumpest tom-cat around, but he certainly seemed better off than Smogmaw... maybe even most of ShadowClan.

// @SMOGMAW :) ​
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╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· GOAT, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 144 moons . libra . ages on the first
╰ ‣ rogue . mountain-born .

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smell of fir trees and late rainfall , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and white tom . scar over right eye . amber eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
╰ ‣ Blunt, impatient, stubborn, loud-mouthed, short-tempered / warms up to become soft-hearted, protective, and considerate with those he grows close to.
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficult in relating to others . can be cruel, rarely shows mercy
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "sir & mister"

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· BEETLE x HAWTHORNE
╰ ‣ homosexual .
╰ ‣ skilled fighter . average hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.
 
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Ashpaw freezes.

She shrinks back, the ShadowClan deputy's form indeed looming over her, and tears prickle in glass-green eyes—they don't fall, and she doesn't say a word as the warrior spits fury; collateral damage to the anger's release.

She stares with wide eyes, still shrinking, ears pinned back to her skull, as they bark their acid politics—she remembers Spiderfall, and she waits for the paw to raise and come down. It always does—she's startled when it doesn't. She's startled when, instead, someone is suddenly pressed to her side, kind and familiar and protective.

Fernpaw.

Hot relief floods her chest. The tears almost fall, now. Fernpaw. (She'd thank StarClan but she's too scared to talk to them these days. Instead she'll just sag against him a little, returning the sidelong embrace.)

He's speaking. Stuttering, apologizing for her—Ashpaw opens her mouth to join in but can't, frozen. She just presses into Fernpaw. Leans into him. Leans into the warmth (it's so cold out tonight) and the familiar scent.

"I'm—sorry," she finally manages, hardly above a whisper. The words crystallize in the cold, a little white puff of warmth. "Fernpaw, le-" come on, she tells herself, come on— "let's go—"

She'll attempt to nudge him with a gentle headbutt, to stumble away in the direction of some more familiar scent, RiverClan scent—where did Iciclepaw go—?

Pebbleskip is going to be so disappointed in her.

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—— " i found gold in the wreckage "
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✦ ooc ✦ character information ✦ recent events
  • @CHILLEDGAZE. and @FERNPAW

    and still looking for iciclepaw bc she's sad and gay

  • - 6 month old orange tabby with green eyes
    - apprenticed to lead warrior willowroot
    - happy-go-lucky, mischievous, hardworking
    - very friendly, but defensive of riverclan!
    - "speech"
  • - disclosed being physically and psychologically abused by Spiderfall, who was exiled & who then killed her best friend

    - temporarily apprenticed to npc pebbleskip due to willowroot moving into the nursery
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† Tortoiseshell fur in her peripheral, and again, she raises her head. Conversation initiated but one braver than him. And who better than one of the very subjects of her envy? Awkwardly, paws knead at that ground and she chews her lip, half-scared that the molly could hear her thoughts. 'ShadowClan, right?' Sharppaw nods. I'm Iciclepaw. RiverClan. That was who he's been looking at. Riverclan. Theres a moment of silence of him considering the return of his name. It only felt fair, after Iciclepaw had given hers. "Sharppaw. Sh-shadowclan." She already knew that.

Not leaving enough time for him to stew in his thoughts, Iciclepaw presses on. There's a visible strain in his face with the question she asks, and before he can even consider how to respond, she answers it herself. Correctly. And it's annoying. Sharppaw didn't like to lie, but that was rude of her, wasn't it? Her coat already gossamer and her belly full, did she really have to... to strut over like that? To talk to him with her chin raised, his face just something meek below her nose. Plain-to-see discomfort. His brows furrow with the crease of her lip.

...She probably didn't mean it that way. Iciclepaw was just... right. "Um... yeah." She can see her eyes flicking over her, and it burns. She's judging her. Sharppaw's gaze flickers to the side, the already-shaky form of eye contact she maintained already becoming too much. Though, too-soon, they're finding their way back to Iciclepaw, blown wide in shock.

"H-huh? Who told you that?" she asks, sudden whisper. Had the gathering started already? An announcement she had missed throughout all her worrying? Was a Riverclan spy amongst them? Or, did... Did everyone already know, and she was the only one here still thinking it was secret? And– stupid. It's so stupid, she knows. The most likely thing... she wouldn't like to think about it, but oh, she would expect it. She would, she– "No..." he whines, low-spoken omen. "S-she– she didn't go t-to- to Riverclan, did she?" he hisses, and he already knows the answer, and she hates it.

Sudden chewing at his lip, and he has to or he thinks he might scream. No good, no good; good for nothing, traitor. And wasn't that– wasn't that just the worst thing you could be? "She– she– UGH! S-sorry, I'm sorry..." she chews her cheek in an attempt to calm herself. Sharppaw shouldn't make– make a bigger fool of Shadowclan than Bonejaw has, if that was even possible. "Sh-she hasn't said anything bad about us, has she? She- she would... she." Overcome with the urge to pace, but he knew the gathering was hardly the right time for it. "She's a-a lowlife, and a g-good for nothing traitor. D-don't believe anything if she says anything, sh-she just... wants to make herself l-look- look good." Pitchstar's gonna be mad. So so so mad.​
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Chilledgaze sure was snappy tonight! She wondered what got their fur in a tangle other than that whole medicine cat thing-man, Bonejaw sure sucked a lot just leaving them but who cares? Starlingheart was much cuter anyways! That was what you looked for in a medicine cat. CUTENESS.

"SURPRISE, RIVERCLAN LOSERS! It is I, the dreaded Poppypaw of ShadowClan, here to stop you in your TRACKS! Wow-wow-wow, the crowd goes WILD! Go Poppypaw, they say, strike down those fish eating fools! But to them I go, NO! Not tonight, my good audience, tonight I will be MERCIFUL! BUT ONLY CAUSE I'VE ALREADY BEEN GROUNDED THIS WEEK!"
A curly-furred blur of white and red springs forward from the crowd of cats, effectively cutting both @ashpaw! and @FERNPAW off from their attempts escape to mingle with their own clan. Not on her watch! She would be socializing with them whether they liked it or not! That was what the gathering was for right? Meeting other cats, listening to the leaders complain and watching Pitchstar resist the urge to start gnawing on the nearest cat out of insane frustration! It was just like being in ShadowClan, but worse!

Poppypaw prances in place where she stands, swaying from side to side as if preparing to cut the two off if they attempted to get past her in any way; they would be sorely out of luck if they tried it! She was SPEED, LIGHTNING, A LIZARD-OTHER FAST THINGS TO DESCRIBE HERSELF AS.
"Introduce yourselves to me too! That's how it works! WAIT-let me guess actually, uh-okay, orange cat is probably named something like Mackerelpaw or maybe Tunapaw and OTHER orange cat is Fishpaw! NO-NO, WAIT! Floatinglogpaw! STICKINTHWATERPAW! DROWNINGCATPAW!"

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settling down besides the riverclanner, folded ears would give an attentive twitch as she introduced herself before confessing that all wasn't well with riverclan and it will be revealed why when the gathering truly begins. redpath's words are met with a brief, pondering hum as he swept his gaze towards the great rock where the current leaders reside each looking less than enthused to even be attending.

"redpath, huh? nice name, you can call me fawncloud." his reply is spoken with a warm tone before he continues on speaking. "i wish i had good news to tell you but we're in same hole my friend. we recently lost an apprentice, poor thing died too young." the older warrior shook his head somberly.

// @Redpath ​
[ PENNED BY COBI ]​
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Distracted. He's been distracted since the day she left. Since yesterday.

A soul-warring tragedy oh-so soon, and yet here Skyclan was, dragging themselves beneath the full-moon. His steps crawl like as if he was doomed to death. His eyes, moon-reflected and liquid-glazed spelled much the same story. There's a slow drag of willowy curls along with the rest of Skyclan. Barely, does he comprehend what even was the purpose; where they were even going. He just focused on getting there following pawsteps, chasing voices. So preoccupied in the mindless following, he'd nearly forgotten his gift, his motivation.

Belatedly, he'd cradled the catmint within his jaw. For a fleeting moment, it had soothed him. Scent of summer blossoms and somehow sweeter than honey. To die for, he'd always say, and right now, he nearly could.

Mere fleeting thought in the wake of something sweeter, the one who waited, his own soul hanging on by a thread, but still, still waiting. He would not, could not die, for he'd promised him not to, and to go back on that promise would be a sin above all others. Too tired, to dreary to question him, he hoped the rest of Skyclan would be, and it'd be the same for him as far as arguing goes, were any of them to cast suspicion. Carefully, he sets it to rest along the edge of their territory. Would a scrape of dirt over it be necessary? For good measure, he does.

Free of his burden (his delight, his treasure–), into the clearing he steps. And oh, it's near tragedy how dull it seems now in comparison to how it'd been. Then, moonlight had touched every corner, lit alabaster fur with a dream-silver sheen. The world had never felt quite so small, and he'd liked it that what. Oh so little to concentrate on. Only him and one other, endless warmth that fought against the chill. Safe, something else.

Now, the moon was barely there. And it didn't make sense, for the moon was brighter and whiter than before. Now, the world seems too, too big, teeming with so many, and yet, so few of them knew of the shortcomings of the day before. Not even him. Him he saw within the throng, star-touched, his gaze searching. And it warms his heart just a moment, the knowledge that he was searching for him.

"Hi," low-spoken hello. Not out of politeness or anything of the sort, just... lack of desire to raise it much higher. Lack of energy. Still, he greets him with a light smile. A sigh catches in his throat as he reaches to press his cheek to Mallowlark's. Softspoken, "Missed you..." and a roll of his shoulders. But too soon, his face falls into a grimace. His fur prickles, unease. "It's too... n-noisy here. Let's go... somewhere else," he mumbles, and his tail drags across Mallowlark's side, leading him away, away...​

[ Interacting with @MALLOWLARK <3 skidadling off somewhere else tehe ]​
 

I AM THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT​
Gatherings weren't his sort of thing, but here he was. He heaved a long sigh as he wandered into the growing throng of felines in order to find somewhere to sit. Where others sought to spark up conversation he instead seemed to avoid it. It wasn't that he didn't want to interact, but rather he didn't know who to talk to. After the recent troubles with SkyClan he doubted it would be wise going near them, and he wasn't keen on ShadowClan. That left him with the fish-smelling swimmers or the rabbit-chasing moor kitties.

Eventually the black tom sat himself down and simply earwigged into surrounding conversations, keen to pick up on gossip whilst he had the chance. A cough caught him off guard however, rattling through his chest and causing him to double over. It passed after a few minutes and he was able to straighten himself up again with a wheeze.

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Iciclepaw blinks at Sharppaw's reaction to her statement. Oh, so she hadn't told them she was going to join another Clan, hmm? Her smile is tight and controlled while the night-pelted apprentice expresses his rage. "She hasn't said anything bad about us, has she?"

"She said your Clan isn't a real home anymore, or something like that." She shrugs. "I don't know why she picked RiverClan. She can't fish worth a damn and I doubt she can swim."

"She's a-a lowlife, and a good for nothing traitor. Don't believe anything if she says anything." Iciclepaw tilts her head just slightly to the left, ingesting Sharppaw's outrage, her volatile reaction to hearing this news. "A traitor? Why would RiverClan want a traitor?" She gives Cicadastar, standing on the Great Rock with chilled indifference, a mutinous look. She respects her leader, she does, but this decision... "Probably only got in because Bonejaw is an old buddy," she says, ears twitching.

At this point, she hears Poppypaw -- Sharppaw's loud, boisterous Clanmates -- making a commotion. Iciclepaw's eyes gleam to see Ashpaw and Fernpaw, though both of them look startled and afraid. She throws Sharppaw a half-apologetic glance. "Excuse me. Our Clanmates are... making friends."

Oh, this she-cat is even more egregious than Ashpaw used to be, before Spiderfall had tortured her. Iciclepaw steps beside her brother and her friend, tail tip touching both of their flanks. "Excuse me, isn't your name Swampmudbrainpaw? My Clanmates and I have somewhere to be." She licks a white paw and rubs it against her cheek.

// interacting with @SHARPPAW. first, then @Poppypaw @ashpaw! @FERNPAW

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She walks behind Pitchstar and Chilledgaze, feeling strange tension in her shoulders as she does. Now that all five leaders have gathered, she can feel something like static between all of the Clans gathered. There's something wrong here, she knows in her bones. Something plagues Fourtrees. Maybe multiple somethings. None of the leaders greet one another besides Sootstar throwing out a joke to Pitchstar.

The dark tortoiseshell's eyes laser in on Emberstar, and she becomes troubled. ThunderClan looks miserable. Had something happened? Her belly tightens. She didn't die again, did she?

Flickerfire ignores the looks the ThunderClan cats give her Clanmates. She has important news to discuss, doesn't she? She finds a cat she recognizes, a blue tabby. Flickerfire flags him down, shouting, "Hey! You!" Wish she could remember his name, but she knows he's one of Emberstar's lead warriors. "Listen, I know ThunderClan and ShadowClan ain't friends, but... did... is everything okay?" She glances at Emberstar on the Great Rock again, concern clear in her reddish-gold gaze.

Then she's distracted entirely by some dark-pelted tomcat hacking up a lung beside his Clanmate. Flickerfire jumps up and back, her muscles twitching. "Keep the plague to yourself!"

// interacting with @Flycatcher and @BLACKMOON

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His first gathering and there was so many cats. Shallowpaw had never seen this many cats before. It was hurting his ears, making him want to crawl himself away. He wonderd if there was somewhere he could hide himself until the leaders started talking. He was on his way through the crowd trying to not bump into anyone when he just happend to walk into what he was describe as nothing else but a chaotic show. One of the other apprentices belonging to one of the other clans was yelling when she was talking to two other apprentices and she was so loud he swore every cat in this gathering could hear her. Shallowpaw stopped to blind founding her to be in the way of him contunie on his escape. In all honestly he barely could keep up with what she was saying. " You're loud." He just had to point it out. Maybe that would keep her voice down.

// trapped with @FERNPAW @ashpaw! @iciclepaw
interacting with @Poppypaw


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Ugh, he didn't like coming to the gatherings which was why he avoided to even come here in the first place. Only once he had been here before but this time it was to escape from her. Just one night without him having to be out there hunting after prey that was impossible to find. He was so tired. Leechpaw had laid himself down by himself waiting for the big meeting to start but the longer he waited the more heavier his eyes become. He could barely keep them open and he knew falling asleep during the gathering was a bad idea. But he just didn't care he wanted to sleep for once. So his eyes started to close themselves until blackness fall over his eyes and he was starting to drift of into sleep when...

Leechpaw eyes shut open, his fur standing on no end as someone in the crowd was yelling like every single cat in this gathering just had to hear her!. His eyes shot a glare over at her direction and his nose twitched in disgust. Out of all clans it just had to be one of the shadowclan ones?. A low growl would rumble in his throat along with some bitter words before he just turned his head away as he placed down the head on his paws. Just ignore them. Don't start anything with their called ally. Keep your anger under control!. Still his fur refused to lay flat. He couldn't wait until this gathering was over.

// open for interaction!


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Yes. This was it. His first gathering. Sparkpaw entered the clearing with his clanmates and looked around with wide eyes. Look at ALL THESE CATS.

And he was allowed to talk to them!!


The fluffy red apprentice bounded off into the crowd to find some victims. And he did. There was a voice that rose that rose above the others. One just as loud and obnoxious as he was.

It didn't take him long to find @Poppypaw with @FERNPAW, @iciclepaw, @SHALLOWPAW and @ashpaw! .

"HI HOW ARE YOU I CAN HEAR YOU ABOVE ALL THE OTHER CATS!!" He shouted excitedly
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Confirmation from Sharppaw's end elicits an upwards curling of his maw. He does not require the acknowledgement of an apprentice to understand he's right, but the validation tickles his ego all the same. Striped tail flicking, likely brushing against the smoke's dishevelled pelt in some spot or other, he too gives the assemblage of unfamiliar faces another look-over. "Looks like we're not the only ones having trouble," the tabby muses airily. "It'd be best to-" he attempts further, halting abruptly once it occurs to him that Sharppaw is caught in conversation with someone else. "Ah."

Finding himself at a loose end, Smogmaw lends a keen ear to the two kids' conversation. It's challenging to make out anything beyond paltry snippets of chatter amidst the gathering's overall hullabaloo; and yet, the smattering of words he could decipher were damaging to all hell. Coupled with Chilledgaze's nearby hollering (which was much easier to comprehend), a grotty image has been painted upon his mind's canvas.

His clan's recently-departed medicine cat hadn't abandoned the clan way of life after all.

He is shaken from his thoughts by meddlesome, senile commentary. Muddy eyes jerk laterally to glimpse an elderly codger who looks just about as ancient as the hills from which he hails. Smogmaw does not find humour in the stranger's jest, given just how grim the situation is becoming in his home. "I'm murmurin' about how disgruntled the masses are," cedes the tom, before casting a passing glance in the direction of the leaders off yonder - to little surprise, similar sentiments were worn on their faces as well.

"Looks like everyone's a toad's length away from clawing each other's eyes out," he drawls on. Another use the tom found for gatherings is sharpening up his prowess in chitchat - back home, he's typically too busy uttering threats to make time for casual conversation. "Can't help but feel like I've missed sum'n with all these death stares. Your clan been fighting any wars lately? Have anyone important leave on you like us?" ​

// briefly speaking to @SHARPPAW.
// listening to @SHARPPAW. and @iciclepaw
// chatting with @GOATFOOT

 
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Void eyes stare - wide and unblinking - at the clearing. So many new faces set themselves before him, reds and browns and greys swirling in new patterns for him to observe. New clans to watch the mannerisms of - those whose lands aren't cast in shadow like his.

Why hadn't Eeriepaw been allowed to come here before? At this... Gathering, as the ShadowClan cats had called it. A perfect place to watch others in the night, full moon above lighting their pelts as they mingle; as if they're one clan, rather than five.

The only problem? The white blanket beneath his paws remains present even here, chilling the spider-like tom from his toes to his tail. A sign the world was ending, yet Eeriepaw didn't mind, tonight. Instead, he settles on the outskirts of the crowd to take in the whole view, tail wrapping around his paws as large ears perk up to listen to bits and pieces of conversations around him.

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Theres a scowl on his face as he walks with Shadowclan, half repressed disgust slightly apparent on his face. He had to go, though, had to keep his own little ankle biter out of trouble (despite the fact he'd love to unleash the kid on the other apprentices), but most important of all he had to make sure Chilled would be fine. Stopping besides Eerie, his eyes travel downwards with a slight huff. "Stay out of trouble, kid, i'm not gonna bail you out." a lie because they were sure Chilled would have their head if they let their apprentice make a fool out of Shadowclan.

He immediately steps away with a warning glance before making their way towards the black-pelted deputy themselves, whiskers twitching as a kitten exclaims something that they shouldn't have. "Annoying little things, aren't they? Feelings hurt so easily." he leans to whisper in their ear, barely suppressing their own anger. Exile, what a fucking joke that was. Leaving Shadowclan, spreading lies and settling in Riverclan out of all of them. "Don't let the family know." they twitch their ears, attempting to twine their tails together, a rare display of slight comfort from him. Fuck, he hated this gathering already.

// briefly interacting with @EERIEPAW, talking to @CHILLEDGAZE. ​
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WE'VE BEEN DOIN' ALL THIS LATE NIGHT TALKIN' ✧​
His paws are dragging, he's noticed. For it being his first Gathering, there was no excitement in his gait- how could there be? His sister was dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes search the clearing, shockingly finding himself overwhelmed with everything going on. So many cats talking, the arguing.. The Leaders sat themselves upon the Great Rock, and Fireflypaw watches as Dawnglare sneakily leads a black-pawwed, grinning monstrosity away from the crowd.

Loneliness.

He hated this so much, being alone- without the nervous twitch of his sister's ears. He could protect her, then, from the masses. He could stand over her to make sure nobody got too close, said anything too mean to Morningpaw. But now she was dead, and his other siblings were too grief-stricken to pay much attention to things. He couldn't protect anyone if he failed to keep Morningpaw safe. He was the eldest brother, it was his job to make sure his baby siblings stayed out of trouble. And he failed so miserably he couldn't even look at anything other than his paws.

When would this be over?

// open for interactions!​
 


At least he can now empathise with Bonejaw and Hyacinthbreath in their defections.

Fishface's angular noggin fastens to Sootstar, then to Pitchstar as the two set the gathering's proceedings in motion. He cannot help but turn up his nose at their words. With this serving as the callow tom's first gathering, his knowledge of the other clans and their politics is solely based on second-hand information - but everything that he's heard prior to now aligns with his early impressions. WindClan's leader is awfully haughty for a warmongering b-word (pardon his tongue!), and the leader of ShadowClan is almost foaming at the mouth throughout his blathering. Who in their right mind would want to live under one of them? What a bunch of looneys!

Leaf-bare's ambiance is brittle on his bones. Much more so than in his home territory. A trembling paw rises from the powdered ground, outstretching in the Great Rock's opposite direction as Fishface embarks for elsewhere. His ceiling for petty politicking has already been exceeded, and the idea of attending next moon's gathering is all the less appealing now. Perhaps a little chinwag will salvage his mood.

A verbal exchange, quite a heated one at that, draws him over. Voices belonging to Ashpaw and Fernpaw manifest in the fray, accompanied by an older, rather hostile tone. It sounds as though his two younger clanmates were being accosted for some reason or other, and the oriental tabby would not stand for their maltreatment!

Determination is an odd look on Fishface's features given his craven temperament. He is sound in his resolve, though, and while it looks like the apprentices were getting out of their mess, that type of harassment couldn't just go ignored. Olive eyes, constricted and livid, descend upon the tormentor in question. "Bonejaw's from your clan?" presses the tom, padding quickly towards the black-and-white feline. "I didn't know if I could trust her, but she's right about you." It's a good thing that neither of these nincompoops tried laying a claw on the kids - goodness knows they'd try.

His tone is wavering. Confrontation isn't exactly something he's comfortable with; but if there's anything he dislikes more than confrontation, it's bullies. "You're so nasty, and for what reason? I'd run away from a clan like yours, too."



// defending the honour of @FERNPAW and @ashpaw!
// confronting the treachery of @CHILLEDGAZE. (and @spectermask as well i'd say) ​

 


Starlingheart watches the other clans mingle, all but hiding in her corner of the gathering space. None of the other medicine cats had joined her. She, at one point, had seen Dawnglare but she did not know where he had gone. A frown graces her features as she scans the crowd, searching for a familiar face. When she sees Chilledgaze she smiles, starts to head over there when she sees who he is talking to.

The black and white medicine cat stops in her tracks, ears shoved forward as she strains to listen. Oh how she would later wish she hadn’t. She recoils like she has been slapped in the face, claws raking her cheeks, a hurt expression crossing her features. Bonejaw, her aunt, had run to River Clan. She had already resented her former mentor for abandoning her in the thralls of leaf-bare but to find she had joined another clan? It was almost too much. Her eyes flicker to Chilledgaze as he tells the apprentices to shut up, then she watches as another warrior, a river clanner comes to their defense. ‘You're so nasty, and for what reason? I'd run away from a clan like yours, too.’ Was this really what other clans thought of them? Was this really what Bonejaw thought of them? Her eyes flicker to her brother standing tall on the great rock, hatred in his eyes and she understands because in that moment she hates her too. She hates her and she hates them, the clan she has fled to.

"B-b-boonebonej-jawww muh-made made her made her choice" she says, sticking up her chin defiantly at the much older cat as she comes to stand beside Chilledgaze. The cats gathered here tonight now all knew the responsibility Bonejaw had left on her too young shoulders and here someone was, still defending her. It made her want to scream at the unfairness of it all.

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@CHILLEDGAZE. @FISHFACE
Mentioning
@ashpaw! @FERNPAW
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He sits in silence with chilled for a couple heartbeats until someone has the gall to speak to his friend. Lips peel back in a snarl, ears flatten and Specter rises to his full height in anger. Oh how those words burn him like a cigarette unto skin, fuels the rage that had been boiling within since they had first walked in to here. "You." words drip venom and once more Pitchstars own sentences set him aflame. Bonejaw had been lucky he was out of camp at the time she left.

"You condone your childrens behavior after we say why. You are lucky I am not allowed to strike first. She is nothing but a traitor that left alone a child ‘prodigy’, in leafbare nonetheless." a drawn out hiss leaves his mouth and he barely hears Starlinghearts words. She had been left alone to fester within with no teacher, she is a child , selfish, selfish, selfish. "Get the fuck out of here or i’ll make you." he forces his fur to flatten as he rounds in front of Chilledgaze. This anger would follow him for days to come, he knows that much. He does hope the toms wavering confidence would aid in getting him out of Chilled’s vicinity. His vision was solely focused on the toms figure.

He has to physically swallow to get rid of the red haze that covers his brain, shaking his head before sending one last icy glare towards Fishface. "Oi, Chilled, lets find elsewhere to sit before I claw this idiots face off for encouraging Bonejaw." for a second he nearly scoffs. He was doing the same thing he told Eerie not to.

// interacting with @FISHFACE & @CHILLEDGAZE.,,, mentioning @STARLINGHEART .

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