camp SERENE TWILIGHT [💫] Gathering Announcement

[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR ♀​

The full moon brings a feeling of rot in her stomach. The gatherings, aside from the scarce information on the other clans, have been nothing but a waste for WindClan. They gain nothing but bickering and threats. Yet they continue to attend to please StarClan... and only Sootstar knows that StarClan would not want her clan there. To her frustration, she could not tell them this, not if she wanted to keep a secure grasp on her throne. Loyalty was a feeble thing. It was sun-high and soon enough the blazing ball of fire would sink into the ground to make way for the moon. Her attendees have all been picked, all that was left to do was let them know. Climbing the Tallrock, she perches at its edge and fills the air with a yowl. "The full moon shines upon us tonight. I will be taking @SUNSTRIDE , @HOUNDTHISTLE , @VENOMSTRIKE , @cygnetstare , @Azaleafrost , @GHOSTWAIL , @curlewnose , and @Larkfeather ! with me." As always, Badgermoon and their new medicine cat, Wolfsong, were a given. Her gaze washes onto the familiar pelt of her mate, "@WEASELCLAW will take the mantle while we are away. I know that many of you fear an attack... but we must trust that StarClan will keep us safe on this blessed night." The words taste like bile on her tongue, StarClan protecting them... A joke. "Be ready to go by the twinkle of the first star." With that, it was back to business until nightfall.

 

[cedarbark.]

❝ I DON'T WANNA HURT EM' ✧°.☀ ————————————
Another gathering. It felt like the moon had gone so fast, he reasoned. He approached quietly, looking up as Sootstar yowled upon the Tallrock. He listened for his name, and instead of being dejected upon not hearing it, he took it as the opportunity to think of it as guarding the camp. At this point in time? That was probably more important then the gathering of all things. He looked towards Weaselclaw for but a moment, and dispersed when everyone else did.

// in and out!

"speech"

[penned by dallas - ☀]

———————————— ☀.°✧ BUT I DID, I'M IN A FIT OF RAGE ❞ ​

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[milkthorn.]

As Sootstar gathered the clan the announce who would come, he didn't expect less of being stuck at camp. He just got freed of his punishment. Would he even expect less?

But he'll stay here in case they got attacked, prove himself in other ways.

//in and out!

 

[cygnetstare]

♱—— Cygnetstare sits, rumpled, beneath the Tallrock at Sootstar's yowl. Their fur is absent of the usual tunnel-grime thanks to a long stay in the medicine den, but the scent of death lingers on poorly kempt fur nonetheless; pale eyes have sharpened from the unfocused smeary haze of blood loss. Freshly healed wounds bracket her neck like a badge of honor, phantom reminders of the blood that had cloaked her chest on that fateful sunrise; she will no doubt wear these scars forever. Days of dim light and herbs have perhaps dulled her senses and it takes them a moment to place what this meeting is for: the Gathering. Pale lips curl back from overlong fangs in a soundless ghost's snarl; no doubt those tree-crawling beasts will be there.

They are pleased to hear their name leave the blue-furred leader's jaws. The holy words of StarClan prohibit they raise vengeful phantom-claws against that mutt Blazestar called a lead warrior—and they could not, would not, dream of disobeying the stars above—but nothing prohibits them from thinking about it. Oh yes; she will sit in the clearing beneath the swollen moon and watch the dog if he is there, dream of the sacred ground running red with his blood. Perhaps she might make some idle conversation, but her eyes will not leave the beast. Offering their leader an obedient nod, Cygnetstare gets to skeletal limbs and disperses with the rest of the Clan, to carry out their lighter duties until nightfall.

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• ooc: heavily leaning on fluid time here just for everyone's info! in and (sort of) out, still lurking around
  

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• ♱ cygnetstare — for their downy kitten-fur and perceptiveness (or uncanny gaze) she/they ; afab gender apathetic — windclan — tunneler — 16 ☾s —— cygnetstare is a corpselike chimera, split between long albino fur and a short black smoke pelt; their eyes are an unsettling pink. her creepy demeanour distracts from a strange fascination with death and an obsessive loyalty to windclan. —— smells like grave-dirt and blood ; sounds like vc tbd ; speech in #BF959C, thoughts in #000000 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; will start fights ; won't flee unless ordered ; won't show mercy ; will kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, single, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, long-term romance, plotting ; not open to unplanned battles, flings penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

• CYGNETSTARE's BATTLE INFO ——♱
  

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  YES: injuries, scarring
  ASK: maiming, permanent injuries
  NO: killing

  — Small and skinny, hiding sinewy muscle in forelegs and chest from digging. Skilled offensive fighter but limited by size, defense is basically nonexistent; snakelike agility fighter, faster than she looks and slippery. Will try to climb on and move around larger opponents to inflict damage. Extremely brutal despite her size and will always aim to inflict maximum damage; lacks honor and will fight dirty. Battle moves often damage herself as much as her opponent.
  

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  — Will fight to kill and maim. Will start fights. Will not run unless ordered to. Will aim to kill and maim cats regardless of age or rank, including young cats.
  

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  — Her battles will be written very aggressively and she will always aim to kill or seriously injure opponents; this does not mean her hits have to land! I don't mind your character dodging hits; feel free to contact me on-site or on Discord to work out specifics if needed. Will have a harder time against larger cats but keep in mind she is written as a good offensive fighter who aims to kill and/or seriously hurt. I'm not open to her being killed but am willing to discuss maimings (please ask me first though).
  

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  — Their defensive fighting skills are borderline nonexistent. All hits will land except attempts at killing or maiming that haven't been prediscussed. I don't roll for attacks or defense but try to write battles realistically.
  

  current health info:
  physical health:

  95%

  ↳ current injuries: none

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[VENOMSTRIKE]

( ) At Sootstar's yowl, it nearly made Venomstrike leap from his coat though he only flinched this time as he would listen carefully to hear announcement of the gathering which caused his ears to lay flat against his skull. The ruff of fur alone his spine prickling upwards when he heard his name slipping out from Sootstar's jaws, the moor runner flicked his ear nervously but nodded to his leader slowly. He was honored to go, of course, but the thought of the tensions they'd have with the Skyclanners and what had happened to a lot of his clanmates made his skin itch slightly at the thought. His paws shuffling and only hoping for the best, he knew it would be peaceful or somewhat... Sharp words tended to be exchanged.

He tried not to think much about it as she dismissed everyone, he would turn away deciding to go look for Rattleheart and spend some time with him before he would head out with the rest of those picked for the gathering. Worry and uncertainty pricking at his mind.

/in & out ​

( ME GUSTA LA MAÑANA; ME GUSTAS TÚ )

 

[SUNNVAR]

It had been some moons now since Sunstride had been to a gathering. Or had he only missed the last? Now that he is confronted with the passage of time, he cannot say for certain. Whatever it is, however– he is glad to have his chance now. So much has changed. Wolfsong will sit among the other herb-speakers, introduce himself as their healer. It will paint another target upon his back. At least this time, there will be no question as to who is at his side. His own ambitions will not tear them apart again. With a firm nod of understanding to Sootstar, he turns as if to find the cream-toned tom. Instead, his gaze sweeps across his apprentice. "Adderpaw," he calls, urging the healing tom closer. "Your ear does not bother you terribly, does it?" A glance over him, searching for pain or unease. Whatever he finds, the warrior nods. "You may come. You will represent our clan well."

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: @Adderpaw apprentice tag :D

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[Bluepool]

Bluepool holds a feeling of trepidation in the pit of her stomach at the thought of the gathering, though her reasons are vastly different then that of her sisters. Frankly, it was getting more and more difficult for Bluepool to stay her claws during the time they needed to be around the other clans. They were all just so insolent, the way insults fell freely from their mouths. It took everything in her not to claw their tongues out. Especially when their words were pointed at her sister. Threats and mockery alike. Frankly, she was embarrassed for them. How the other leaders tolerated such blatant disrespect she is unsure and their bravery makes her wonder if these cats were so frank in their clan as well. She would believe it.

When her sister calls out the names of the cats that are attending this moon there is a small part of her that is relieved that she would not be going. instead she turns to one of the cats who was and she would nod her head "Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do" she says, her voice teasing. She herself would be staying safely tucked away in her nest, enjoying the peace.

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[Mouseflight]

Mousepaw had been wanting to go to this gathering for no other reason than to rub it in the other clan's faces that despite what happened in the SkyClan battle and what had transpired at the ThunderClan border they were still powerful and would never be brought down. He also just wanted to go and see one, see what it was like as he'd never been before. To those that sat close to him they would hear a small exhale leave his nose as the names were chosen on who would go. He'd remain stoic otherwise, pretending not to care. He'd get his chance, and Sootstar knew best. He just knew that when he did finally go it would be glorious and he'd be sure to strike fear into those that opposed WindClan, even despite his small stature.

OOC INTERACTION FIGHTING 彡⛧

• [ooc] text
  
• dislikes anyone outside of windclan
  if known to be a kittypet or skyclanner, will immediately hate
  is a bully
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  friendly/non-violent powerplay okay
  tag if needed/wanted in a thread
• dirty fighter
  likely to attack first
  will "accidentally" try to kill character if skyclanner or kittypet
  mention when attacking please

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[heathermoon !!]

Another full moon to be washed in the company of his mother. Secretly, Heatherpaw is relieved he gets to stay home for another Gathering. When the camp is quiet and overtaken by the soft lull of calm, that was when his dear mother tend to rise from her nest. Greet him and speak to him presently instead of reminiscing. He wondered what it was, about the full moon, that drew her out of the den. Maybe it was the promise of peace from StarClan.

He was ready to bathe in the moonlight and see the stars with her. ​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ RED MACKEREL TABBY ✦ 9 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Sootstar announces the names of those to attend this month's gathering and as Sunstride's name is plucked from the pool of warriors, amber eyes shift to meet his mentor. Despite the tenderness still radiating from his torn ear Adderpaw keeps his discomfort shrouded underneath a mask of stoicism. Concealed and hidden to give an illusion of normalcy. Just one of the many lessons the lead warrior had taught him. "I'm fine." He murmurs, turning his sights upon those preparing to head out near the entrance of camp. "You may come. You will represent our clan well." He acknowledges Sunstride's words with a curt nod. He would carry himself well, this he holds no doubt. But his main interest lies with how weakened skyclan must be after the raid within their pines. Thunderclan also would catch his ire. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[RATTLEHEART]

The full moon lingers like a sort of threat high in the sky, signaling yet another gathering that left Rattleheart undeniably on edge. Moons of them had happened by now, yet she felt no more confident in the promise of peace that they were supposed to represent. All it took was one cat deciding they were willing to face Starclan's wrath, and everything would fall apart. Some part of her even wondered if, someday, Sootstar would end up being the one to make that decision. The thought is enough to leave her stomach in knots as she approaches, sizeable ears perked to hear which names would be called out for the gathering. It was an immediate relief when neither of her siblings were among them, but she doesn't feel entirely soothed.

Venomstrike's name is called out and her heart twists and sinks, immediately trying to find him in the crowd. She's lucky enough to catch the nub of his tail disappearing as he turns away, and she pauses only long enough to speak to the others enlisted to attend. "Be careful all of you! And... make sure Skyclan knows we're doing just fine after their tricks." It's a surprisingly pointed comment for the usually pacifistic tunneler, but her shoulder was still aching something fierce on occasion. With the others given her usual worried sendoff, she turned and rushed after Venomstrike, her intentions similar to the moor runner's own. They could spend some time together, hopefully enough to make them both feel at ease before the entire gathering party departed.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​