PUSHING THE TIDES ↷ [ pre-gathering chatter ]

[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He tore his gaze from lumbering cats to Blazestar's booming voice, sighing deeply through a parted maw. He clambered onto heavy paws, letting a molten orb sweep across the accompanying cats that would remain here, lingering on those from SkyClan. Duskpool couldn't help his lips twitch in a half-hearted smile, molten gaze tired because this was it.

Hell if he knew if he'd see any of them again. Duskpool breathed deeply, optic scrunching up, pulling at the visible scars. Maybe that was for the best. He couldn't help but think, letting his gaze pan out, taking in familiar pelts and burning them into his memory. For them. He grunted, letting tired muscle coil beneath marred flesh.

He couldn't help but think of older times when he traveled, nothin' more than a kid looking for something, but he found his home in SkyClan and his kids. Duskpool schooled his expression, thoughts bittersweet. He might not be comin' back home, but Duskpool was nothin' but stubborn because he will make damn sure they returned, even if he had to kick the bucket. He was fine with the thought, even if someone like himself didn't deserve a lick of relief from the things he'd done, from things that he'd never be able to forgive himself for.

Shaking his helm, the deadpan tom padded through the sway of cats, ignoring the idle chatter that burned into his to say one last goodbye before he followed. He settled a molten copper gaze on Johnnyflame, wooly tail flickering, biting back a tired sigh. "No good with goodbyes." He admitted, tilting his helm, brow twitching. Although admittedly, he wasn't good friends with the lead warrior, the other sure did see him at some of his lowest points. He'd never damn well admit that, but if this was his last, then he sure as hell wasn't gonna ignore it.

He turned, watching cats trickle out, blinking languidly, he hummed. "Time I get goin' but sure as hell won't hear me say this again, but thanks." He turned back, molten copper crinkling. "Take care of 'em while we're gone." He rumbled.

"I'll make sure we get back, no tellin' how long, but they'll return." I'll make sure of it. With that, Duskpool scanned the clearing one last time, optic narrowing, letting heavy paws carry his bulky frame towards Highstone with the others.

/ talking with @Johnnyflame briefly ,, but now he's officially out !​

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[SMOKESTAR]

It had been several moons since he had attended the gathering and he steps back into it with his head high and usual stoic expression on full display. There is no pause to say hello or greet any cat, the sombering mood keeps him focused on simply moving to his place beneath the stones the leader's perch upon and take his spot before Cicadastar; there is a notable shift there since he had seen these cats last.

"Not quite." His comment rings out to Sootstar's daughter, orange eye narrowing thoughtfully as he glanced to the cat she spoke of in Badgermoon's place and notes curiously he was referred to as WindClan's new deputy. What had become of the bicolored tom in his absence? He was sure they would hear news of it and was even guessing he may have been another victim of yellowcough, but with the journey cats set to leave tonight he finds he does not care particularly much about clan politics for the time being. Smokethroat takes his seat neat the chocolate tabby, nodding curtly and glancing about to note that indeed Orangeblossom was absent. A brief motion of cream and white informs him she is among those leaving as well as ShadowClan's deputy and he wonders curiously if he too should have volunteered but with his mate already so burdened by his star blessed stature and the drying river they had too much happening to risk losing his authority as well. The cats from RiverClan who had volunteered were all noble and proper warriors and apprentices in their own rights, they would manage well.

"...stars help us all." He mutters, watching the rest of the cats filter out and leaving the gathering feeling quite empty.
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[Ooc]
Speaking to @BLUEPAW & @SUNSTRIDE
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[GENTLESTORM]

✦ A soft snort leaves him when Little Wolf speaks about having bees in his brain if he wasn't remotely nervous and he nods in agreement, his eyes shifting over to the other clans briefly before focusing his warm gaze onto Little Wolf once more when she says that she's glad that he's there. Hailstorm can't help but feel as if they're being watched but brushes it off as nothing seeing as they were in a crowd amongst several cats, a warm grin present on his maw and parts his jaws as if to say something but the world would never know since Howlingstar approached the duo asking if she could have a moment alone with her daughter. His jaws shut and he nods respectfully to his leader then turns to the dark molly before adding with a soft chuckle "See you soon," A gentle bump of their shoulders before he rushes off not wanting to intrude the moment between mother and daughter.

His curious eyes looking about at all the cats around them and it isn't long until a golden tom announcing that the moon was at its peak and Hailstorm turned his gaze to the nightlit sky, he held his breath for a few heartbeats and glanced over his shoulder to see if Little Wolf had finished up speaking to her mother only to spot the molly bounding over. He hops once to get her attention and trots onward with her at his side. There was much waiting ahead for them, all of them.

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* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 47 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; single
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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[HONEYJAW]

And just like that...it's over. Incredible, really. Maybe he'd expected some sort of fanfare. A speech before the stars– anything, really, but the go on, let's get out of here the others seem prepared for. It's a dark moment, he knows. Honeyjaw's just used to offering a bit of light in the midst of it, not allowing it to seep in. Not even he is immune to it now. Looking at the others sharing mute goodbyes, or the warriors hanging back that obviously will not join them...misery and fear bite him. He'd said goodbye to Dragonflypaw and Elkrush before leaving camp. There was nothing left for him. At least Clearheart will be coming too. Is it a bad thing, that he has so few he'll miss? The few friends he'd made would be coming along. If you could count a pawful of strange apprentices and an aloof deputy to be friends.

"You coming?" he mutters to Clearheart, trying and failing for a smile. Who knows how long it'll be until they return. If they manage at all.

𝘈 𝘗𝘖𝘌𝘔 𝘉𝘌𝘎𝘐𝘕𝘚 𝘈𝘚 𝘈 𝘓𝘜𝘔𝘗 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘈𝘛  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚

• OOC. in and out, talking to @clearheart !
• ✦ . ˚ . HONEYJAW. HE - HIM. WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN. ADOPTIVE FATHER TO DRAGONFLYPAW. PENNED BY REVELATIONS. —————————————
  —— a short-furred dark chocolate point tom with the smallest splashes of white on his forehead, front paws, and tail tip. well-built, but overall average in size and unremarkable aside from his lightly curled ears and the magnetism of his smile. seems to show signs of aging earlier than expected with a salt-and-pepper dusting.
  

  ✦ NOTICE honeyjaw is currently on the journey and will not be active outside of retro threads, or finishing those he had previously posted in! please message me on discord for plots or interactions between journey cats.

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[clearheart]

━━ι═══════﹥ Clearheart has not attended a Gathering before, although he does not believe that past meetings were especially similar to this evening's. There is a miasma of apprehension and despondency, and Clearheart searches the faces of cats from other clans, a tether tugging at his ribs to urge him forward. He means to soothe fear and bolster what courage they cling to with an admirable determination, but he does not find the time— none of them wish to tarry, he knows. Perhaps he will find an opportunity during the journey to offer his support to the other travelers, but for now, Blazestar urges they say their farewells.

Honeyjaw's voice draws his gaze from staring quite intently at a SkyClan warrior. He blinks slowly, and his head tilts as he smiles with a gentle ease. "I offered, did I not? I may not have sworn an oath aloud, but I hold myself to one nonetheless."
//@HONEYJAW
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• — CLEARHEART / / 40 moons old / / amab and uses masculine pronouns but will also accept the use of neutral terms.
  — a warrior of shadowclan / / currently mentoring dragonflypaw / / excels greatly in combat above most all other skills.
  — former loner who wandered great distances & rarely remained in one place for long / / arrived after the great battle.
  — devoted to starclan above all else (aside from his idea of the common good) / / not prone to enter battle mindlessly.
  
  — of a height slightly above average / / trim and athletic with a sense of immovability about his posture/stance & size.
  — chocolate sepia w/ low white / / fur is quite short for the most part / / tail is naturally bobbed // full-body reference.
  — fairly warm demeanor much of the time; there is a "softness" about his features so that neutrality doesn't seem surly.
  
  — lawful good, in the sense that he likes to maintain order and work toward bettering lives around him without cruelty.
  — often misunderstands figures of speech and may interpret them literally. as such, can seem to lack a sense of humor.
  — deeply genuine; dislikes lying immensely, and so (most of the time) he is wholly earnest, especially with compliments.
  
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[STORMYWING]

☁︎

Stormywing is still scanning the cats around her when Blazestar's booming voice draws her attention. It is time to go, and suddenly she feels electricity firing through her veins. Energized, she turns to her uncle and beams, "We'll be back before you know it." Bumping her head against his shoulder in farewell, she waves her tail before turning to bound after the departing cats.

A clanmate stands in front of her, still talking with Leopardtongue instead of following the rest of the group. The young tabby is antsy and wants only to get a move on. She collides with Batwing, shoving him with her shoulder. "Come on! We need to get going unless we want RiverClan leading the way the whole time!" Ducking her head, she pushes him forward and away from the brown-furred warrior despite any protest he may give her.

Their journey has begun, and she can't wait to see what where it goes for her.

//saying goodbye to @Flycatcher and then interacting with @batwing and @leopardtongue interaction was pre-plotted!

I WANNA TASTE LOVE AND PAIN ☁︎​

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[DOEBLAZE]

✿—— she stumbles backwards, willing the tears back from her eyes as she tries to subtly swipe them away from where they threaten to spill with one white paw. blessedly, though, the stranger appears to instead focus on the red collar buckled around her neck, gold snaps glinting in the moonlight, making bobbie look back down at her paws. her collar—the first thing everyone seems to take notice of, that they seem to base their impressions of her on: incompetent, soft-pawed, kittypet. she shifts on her paws, flicking the ear not weighed down by strange clips with a nod, "i'll be on the journey. i take it you are, too?"

just as she's getting herself back onto an even keel after literally running into a windclanner, blazestar's pulling her teary gaze to him once again with his announcement. bobbie inhales sharply without thinking of it, chest twisting again painfully, and she tears her eyes away from him as soon as he's finished his announcement. all around her, cats are saying their final goodbyes, but those she will miss are back in camp, many in the medicine den—only one is here now, and he clearly hadn't wanted her goodbyes. his eyes had said otherwise, fixed upon a different cat entirely, and bobbie swallows the lump in her throat and nods again in agreement, replying, "yes, we should. i've said my goodbyes."

allowing herself a last rosemary-eyed glance to the golden form flaming with the moon's glow, she turns and follows the flow of cats out of the clearing.

NO LOVE, HOWEVER BRIEF (✿) 𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑫

• ooc: out <3
• nothing here, have a nice day :-)
• 
  — bobbie
  — she/her ; warrior of skyclan ; 40 ☾s
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — chibi by its_oliverr
  — penned by dejavu

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[hitch]

He hasn't been to a Gathering in moons, and he'd hoped to spy Clayfur among RiverClan, but there's no sign of him. His chest tightens, lungs constricted just enough that he has to consciously focus on breathing. Maybe the yellowcough has taken another life. Rosemire's starting to second-guess coming here; he should have stayed with his apprentice, watching over her as she coughs and twists in restless sleep. Selfishly, he'd wanted a distraction. Sharing stupid jokes had seemed like an opportunity, but now he's sitting here alone, watching a veritable flood of cats slip away for a journey into the unknown.

StarClan's doing. What if it's just a scheme to save enough of the clans to begin again somewhere else? Pure paranoia. Probably.

ShadowClan's group seems smaller than the others, and yet it's no less devastating to their numbers. Hunting will be harder without them, and with the days growing colder...well. It wouldn't be life if only one thing went wrong at a time.

Without realizing it, he's drifted closer to Blazestar. It's noticeable when the crowd thins, and he swallows the discomfort at being so close to a leader, even one less wretched than Sootstar. "Can't say any of the goodbyes tonight were cheerful, but yours looked more miserable than anyone else's I saw." He scratches his chin, gaze shifting over to the direction of the journey. "Well, one-sidedly miserable." She'd been distracted enough to run into someone, he remembers. Not that it's his business, but he can't help noticing things when he's trying not to think too much. "I've heard distance can put things into perspective. Not sure if it's true, though." The only distance Rosemire knows is time, and it's embittered so many memories.

//awkwardly interacting with @BLAZESTAR

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[Cherryblossom]

Cherrypaw's ear flicks at a voice. Familiar amid the chatter and cricketsong of the Gathering, she wouldn't be able to place it anywhere else without the accompaniment of a flame-slashed pelt. "Oh!" The girl turns without getting up, her paw hovering forgotten in the air like a flake of snow suspended in the storm. "You!" Plain excitement lights her voice. "Are you..." Something about the other girl's face gives her pause. She doesn't smile like she did last time, but that alone wouldn't be cause for hesitation. No, it was something about her face as a whole. She seemed...older. Maybe. Like she'd aged imperceptibly faster than Cherrypaw in the moon they'd been apart.

The SkyClanner misses only a single beat. "Are you here for the Gathering? Or," She's somehow even more excited than before, pulling her face closer to the other's. "are you here for the journey?" Their questions collide, hung in the air at the same time and smashing together like swinging chandeliers. Cherrypaw laughs at it. Her laugh is a high-pitched, high-spirited thing, maybe almost enough to soar away from whatever is dragging Scorchpaw down. "Yeah, I'm leaving tonight," she says, with the expectation Scorchpaw would reveal her own goals for the night.

Cherrypaw hears her answer at the same time Blazestar raises his voice. "The moon is at its peak!" the SkyClan leader yowls, and Cherrypaw knows what it means. "Hey, that's us!" The calico leaps to her paws. She good-naturedly pushes her shoulder against Scorchpaw's, beckoning her to follow with a grin, and strides off to where the journeying cats are gathering without another look back at her.

The girl lingers at the back of the pack for a moment. Yellow eyes scan the group of cats left behind, a little smaller now, a little sadder. She finds who she's looking for and lifts her tail to wave at them with it. "BYE GLIMMERPAW! BYE EDENPAW!" she yells gleefully. Then she disappears into the departing crowd, seeking Scorchpaw within their ranks once more.

ooc: talking with @SCORCHPAW , screaming across to fourtrees to @Glimmerpaw and @edenpaw ?!​

 

[GREENEYES]

Greeneyes' head lifts as Blazestar's voice booms above the clearing's share of farewells. He didn't think his heart could sink any further, but it does. He thought he'd have more time to gather himself, to say his last round of goodbyes. But, as his leader says, the sooner they go, the sooner their mission will be complete.

His eyes are glossy as moves to step away, a small whine stopping him as his apprentice presses into his shoulder. Part of him wishes Falconpaw could come with, but SkyClan needs strong cats back at camp still, and Greeneyes wouldn't know what to do, if he'd lost his apprentice somewhere in the mountains. He couldn't bear failing the kid like that.

"We'll keep an eye on her," he tells Falconpaw at his mention of Cherrypaw - SkyClan's youngest recruit for the journey. He worries for her too, but just as Greeneyes has Figfeather, she has Orangeblossom, and Slate too. They'll all be okay; they'll all come back, and with the cure, too.

A small sigh escapes his mouth as he sees others begin to set off out of the corner of his eye. Falconpaw wishes him a safe trip, and he lightly nudges his apprentice's side in response, a solemn smile tugging at his face. "I'll see you soon, Falconpaw."

Another promise - one he'll do everything in his power to make sure doesn't break before him as his journey begins. He will return. He will get to see his friends and family, and will get to train his apprentice again.

✦ ABOUT

• // speaking with @falconpaw! and out!
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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Warrior of SkyClan
  — Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  — Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — Among SkyClan's first born, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.

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[Fireflyglow]

Fireflypaw aches to be alongside his friend, who's orange-white pelt he cannot see. Seal point fur listens to the goodbyes around him, and yet cannot find peace in this journey. Would Greeneyes return the same, or would he perish amongst the mountains and never return? A heavy stone settles in his gut, and Fireflypaw finds that he cannot fathom the idea of losing Greenie. His heart aches then- why? They were.. Best.. Friends..

"Minty-" He calls out to his friend, shoves past cats uncaring as he follows after his friend. Were they friends? "I- Wait-" He stutters, but when Greeneyes lifts his head, Fireflypaw cannot see him. Oh, he wanted to see him. To burn the image of his friend into his mind and never let it go. His eyes shut tightly. He needed to say it. He needed to- say it!

// quick in and out!​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 13 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[willowroot]

( ☾ ) her heart physically hurts as she pushes amongst pelts of all clans, eyes of sage scanning frantically for a sign of her daughter. the night has come far too soon, and as the clans mingle and the journey-goers separate off and begin to leave, panic sets in. finally spotting the dark tabby in a corner, she hurries over, ducking and weaving behind other cats until she reaches the girl. "mosspaw," the queen bursts out, and her eyes are huge, the moon fills them until they glow with every word she cannot say. "darling, be safe. stay with your clanmates, don't go off on your own. don't get too close to any cliffs, watch out for predators." she catches her breath but finds it tight in her chest. "come home to us, sweet, brave warrior."

she will move forward to press her muzzle against the girl's own, twine her tail around her daughter one last time. she cannot allow herself to imagine what the next few moons will feel like, what might happen should the journey cats return without her minnow among them. blazestar's vocals ring over the clearing, calling for the journeying cats to set off. everything is crashing and voices are too loud and all willowroot can do is look at her girl, her kit, who is so grown up and might be leaving her forever. "i love you, mosspaw. i am so proud of you. be safe. go now, darling." one last lick across the neat fur of her head, and she watches as the girl joins her fellows. her lips quiver and she feels warmth in her eyes. blinking, the woman will simply sit and watch, trying not to break.

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[CHALK]

⭒✧ A night-spike shape interjected before the Riverclan warrior could respond, lumen eyes an unusual pewter. The chopped nature of her speech, drawn out explanations made with an open gaze, made Chalk's ear twitch. His face slimmed at the Shadowclanner's words, parsing his intent. He should have anticipated the clans' heightened dislike of Skyclan for bringing the sickness into the forest. Teeth met tongue as Chalk remained quiet for a beat, unable to disagree. The blame was short-sighted in his eyes but they weren't wrong.

The one-eyed red tabby beside the Riverclanner chose then to speak up, his scars immediately pulling questions to mind. How had he earnt those? Nervous confirmation, a mirror of the Shadowclanner's, knocked Chalk's sepia lids into a blink. "Good," he offered lightly. At least these cats could converse politely.

Iciclefang, he learns is her name, makes a remark Chalk doesn't entirely understand. Brother. The pair looked to be the same age, and yet Fernpaw still held his apprentice moniker. How had that come about, and what did it have to do with Sharppaw? Interest kinked his tail.

The familiar ring of of Blazestar's voice halted the daylight warrior's brewing inquiry, perhaps for better as Sharppaw looked like he'd swallowed a wasp, and suddenly the gathering was dividing. Like oil from water, a swell of journey cats began to bubble up from the masses. It was unsettling. Chalk eyed his clanmates amongst the bunch, noting where they fell in the wave. Iciclefang suggested they walk together and, still keen to learn about the bunch, he nodded in agreement. "Lets." Cool. Sharppaw's comment earnt a huff of amusement from the sandstone tom.

Unintimidated, Chalk kept pace with them. Dimly, he considered the twoleg mentors that would unlock the doors of the Learningplace that morning, settling parchment into stacks and lugging material to and fro. They'd still be there when he got back.

/sorry this is so long and he says almost nothing -_- talking to @iciclefang @FERNPAW @SHARPPAW. and /OUT
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[smogstar]

Wide-eyed yet lacking a glimmer of sentiment, Smogmaw's gaze meandered towards the encroaching silhouette. He sees streaks of white beset by orange strands and light scarring—the makings of someone he's so familiar with, though remains unmet in person. SkyClan's very own equivalent to him. Orangeblossom. His forehead tightened and drew his brows taut, and he dips his head in solemn acknowledgement once she settles herself as well.

"We're thriving, Orangeblossom," he replies, a barefaced lie, but his deadpan delivery undercuts whatever sarcasm lurked within. "I've quite a few loved ones caught in their last throes. Stars willing, they'll be alive when I return from Highstones." Taking a distant perspective on his mate and son's condition may give his words a callous quality, but doing so make the process all the easier to endure. Eschewing melodrama in favour of pragmatism ensured his mind stayed unburdened. So long as he can take the path ahead without distraction, Smogmaw knows he need not worry about Halfshade and Swanpaw's chances.

A cocktail of phlegm and mucus strain his throat as he clears it, before he dares continue speaking. "How's about your clan, though? Your lot has struggled with it the longest, I can't imagine-"

Blazestar's announcement would serve to amputate the sentence's remainder. He hoists his neck upwards to observe the SkyClan leader and heed his resounding words. This is it. From this point onward, 'the journey' - as it has been aptly named - is well underway. In his peripheral does he register the five clans' finest beginning to spill out of the clearing, prompting him to stand upwards in a precarious stretch.

"Welp," he musters, swinging head over shoulder to cast a furtive look at Orangeblossom. He can't quite think of anything else to say, though, so he simply sets off into the unknown.

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[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
While her goodbyes had already been spoken back home, sapphire optics are scanning the crowd of clan cats the moment she steps into the clearing, a list of cats already a repetitive list running through her mind.
Would her kin want to say good-bye to her? Would any of them be joining her?
Like water, her movements are fluid as the silver tabby weaves her way through the crowd, silently brushing by cat after cat.
Finally, she stops as Howlingstar and Little Wolf come into view, paws hesitant to move any farther.
Pausing where she awkwardly stands, her gaze would move once more, on the hunt for familiar gray or tortoiseshell fur. Surely they would be here, too?

// staring @HOWLINGSTAR & @LITTLE WOLF & looking for @WOLFWIND & @BERRYHEART
"speech"

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[leopardtongue]

There were many cats that had gone to the gathering this moon, so many more than usual, and Leopardtongue couldn't help but wonder how many from each of the other clans would be going home and how many were going to leave for potentially the rest of their lives. The thought saddened her, especially given those that were going to be off for the journey from her own clan, and though many of those that would be gone after tonight were her friends, she couldn't help but think of the cat that she had been walking next to the whole way to Fourtrees. She noticed when he stopped - how could she not with how close they had been walking before? - and stopped as well, confusion quickly clouding her face as she was getting ready to ask what was wrong, and that's when he said her name.

Leopardtongue, I... She didn't hear the last word, only watched as he mumbled something and she could only guess what he had said, and ears pinned to her head, confusion now laced with concern, before he spoke once more. He rambled, and the warrior was unable to get a word in. She wanted to grab his face, tell him to focus and just tell her what it was, but then he was being shoved away and her heart skipped a beat as she felt her chest burn as the sudden wave of realization hit her. Batwing was leaving, and she hadn't gotten to properly say goodbye. There were too many cats now for her to try to shove her way through for fear of getting dragged out of the territories and on this journey she didn't want to go on, didn't want Batwing to go on. She may never see him again and his last words would have been this rambling mess with no conclusion. So in that instance as tears threatened to fall Leopardtongue could only pray to StarClan to send Batwing and her other clanmates home safe.

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[ooc] responding to @batwing

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  Leopardtongue - 35 moons - she/her - ThunderClan - warrior
  MEDIUM physically // MEDIUM mentally
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[Flycatcher]

This feels like one of the hardest gatherings Flycatcher has had to attend. He is sure he's not the only one saying goodbye to loved ones and friends tonight, but it feels especially hard for him, saying goodbye to friends, his mate, his daughter, and one of his nieces.

Whilst usually he'd spend time chatting with the other deputies or milling about around the rest of the gathered cats, tonight he spends time with his kin, drinking in their scents and appearances as if it might be the last time he ever sees them. And there's every possibility it might be the last time he sees but won't entertain those thoughts...he has to believe that they will come back.

"I'll miss you all so much," He mews, bumping his head against his mate and daughter, leaning against his niece briefly. "You will be in my thoughts always."

And soon it seems their time is to come to an end. Blazestar calls out, yelling that the moon was past its [peak and that it was time for the journey cats to leave. Flycatcher says goodbye to his family and watches them go with a mix of pride and trepidation. But when they've all gone, the feelings of grief hit him hard, the blue tom sits with a dejected look on his face.

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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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Batwing was pushed- shoved away, before he could complete his sentence. The look in Leopard's eyes made his heart burn, and eyes water. He opened his mouth to try and shout at her, but Stormy was persistent. His lips drew back, ignoring the urge to turn and snap at her. A soft growl leaving him, he turned and filtered out with the last of the cat. One last glance was cast towards Leopardtongue, his ears flattening.

// out!

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[DOGBITE]

✦ It wasn't a surprise that they'd stuck to themselves. Similar to camp meetings, Dog tended to sit solo, not only to hear better but also due to the maelstrom of emotions within them. They didn't care about the nasty glances shot their way.

The ex-loner's vibrant pelt thankfully matched the beautiful canopy of Skyclan cats' coats. It didn't matter to them what petty inter-clan nonsense these cats quarreled over. They were happy where they were, and the fact that Blazestar chose them to be one of the few to say farewell meant they better damn well say it.

Dog felt strange caring about others to this magnitude. Strangers in practice, but clanmates at the end of the day. Cats they hunted with every day and cracked small jokes with. Sure, some were grouchy and downright cruel, but others had shown them boundless kindness and patience. A few they would even call friends now. There was nothing like that for them in the alley.

With the resounding echo of Blazestar's voice, their heartbeat quickened, echoing a phrase through their ears. Now or never. They didn't believe in Starclan, and their hope wavered with every passing moment. This sickness was a terror, and the journey ahead was vague. Still, they trusted their clanmates to get the herbs and come back safely. They had to trust them, and so they would.

Sucking in a sharp breath, they forced themselves onto all fours and rushed beside the line of cats, calling aloud to the departing figures. "ALL OF YOU, COME BACK SAFE!" Assuredly, the holler would be distracting to those nearby, but they meant every word of it. No matter what, they wanted all of them to come back. Their voice cracked, and one good eye dropped to the floor. We've already lost too many.

After witnessing the last few stragglers rush away, they turned to the remaining masses, shoulders tense with uncertainty, and focusing on the gathering ahead.

•°.⋆ INFO

• ooc ; dog hollers a final goodbye to them all ; still open to interactions
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  ✧ 27 moons old
  ✧ skyclan warrior
  ✧ he/they ; single
  ✧ child of npc x npc
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✧ penned by tasmagoric

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[breezerunner]

Breezerunner can't shake the uneasiness that comes over him as he watches his clanmates and all the other journeying cats from different clans gather themselves to leave. A certain melancholy and hesitance hangs in the air for some, while others seem totally unbothered by the departure. He watches silently as the many familiar, unfamiliar, friendly, and not-so-much faces grant goodbyes to one another and then pull away from the gathering. They march on like a flock of sheep guided only by premonition and ancestry. Breezerunner tries hard to calm his anxiety.

He waves a quiet goodbye to those who glance back, but says nothing. There's nothing to do now but hope that things turn out the way they should, and that health can be restored to the clans. Breezerunner resigns himself and turns his gaze back upward to where the leaders now stand above their thinned clans. What sorts of things will come to light on such a strange night?

/ quiet, awkward breeze waves goodbye to you all- feel free to interact if you want!
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