camp stormy shores ࿐࿔ pre-gathering sharing tongues

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• With the coming of the moon's rise, the camp is abuzz with anxious activity... The Gatherings have rarely proven simple, and recently not even peaceful as a minimum. The fishbone queen didn't even dare to pretend she was eager to be there, it is a laborious and thankless task, one that drags on an ever-sore throat. And tonight would prove a burden on haggard limbs, on aching hips.
  
  Unwilling to linger on the frustrating aspects, Lichenstar weaves in hobbling fashion amongst her chittering clan-mates with glances of greeting. Ears flick against the gossip that hovers in the air, the nervous excitement... The spirit of fickle politics has its claws firmly stuck in everyone's spines though they busy themselves with distractions of pre-Gathering traditions. They flutter about what flowers they can find that Moonbeam cannot use for healing, linger over freshly descaled fish, hover around what feathers could be plucked from the birds few here were capable of catching.
  
  That sense of community... it has been sorely missed and the lynx point is willing to suffer a stinging ankle to enjoy it and be amongst it. Sitting down just outside of the bustle, the molly tucks her uninjured leg under her chest with a contented sigh, plenty happy to just watch and not participate. The sound of approaching paw-steps summons stormy blues towards its source, lifting their lips into a small smile, "Eager for... the Gathering?" Despite her own lack of pleasure, she could remember a time that it had once been fun, in some small way. "We'll be leaving... once the moon's... a bit higher..."
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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

”I would not say that, no,” Snakeblink grimaces in response to Lichenstar’s opening. ”Resigned, rather.”

He dislikes the Gathering, for no particular reason besides that he is an anxious homebody who prefers to stay in his territory and keep his clanmates there as well. Nonetheless, he will go tonight: because he worries for Lichenstar, because he wants @turtlepaw to enjoy herself among other cats her age, and (strangely; worryingly) because he used to feel at peace waiting in camp and now cannot find any peace, whether near the river or under the open sky of Fourtrees, and would rather be nervous and aware of happenings than nervous and kept in the dark.

Coming closer, he picks up a sprig of purplish wildflower left on the ground and hesitantly slips it into their scruff before backing off. ”Here; you ought to look the part.” He remembers doing the same with Smokestar, offering adornments to brighten the dark, unpretentious cat’s pelt before a Gathering. He misses him, and it feels like a burr stuck in his short fur. ”At least you will have Hazecloud by your side tonight, hm?”​

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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 53 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[hazecloud]

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"Where else would I be?" Hazecloud, silent as a rolling fog, had appeared behind Snakeblink to chime in with her quip. She parted further from the lead warriors flank to stand with her mate. The Gathering would be a chaotic crowd of faces and tails that with expert weaving through would lead her right to the cats she wanted to see. There is a small, bitter reminder that Riverpaw will be the only of her children not to attend with their mothers, and she will not have Batwing present to share in any of the good blessings she received.

"I only hope I don't have to spend the whole night trailing after the girls. They do have an eye for trouble..." Innocent trouble, silly matters only kits could find themselves in of course.

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

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[iciclefang]

"Aren't you looking forward to your first Gathering as deputy? It's been awhile since we've had someone permanent at the base of the rock," Iciclefang mews, departing from the nursery to join the crowd of cats in the clearing. Even if she were to go (soon, she tells herself; she's counting the seconds, it seems) she would not partake in this silly ritual, but she has to admit the cats' pelts look nice.

She flicks her gaze from the deputy to Lichenstar and Snakeblink — her tone loses some of its warmth after it strays from Hazecloud. "It sounds like the Gatherings have been interesting as of late. Hopefully you all have a peaceful night tonight." She licks the dappled fur on her chest, calming a wayward tuft.

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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 26 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior & queen. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[claythorn]

Claythorn exhales softly as she is settled near Otterbite. Unlike most, both would go mostly undecorated, beyond the select few fish scales and feathers she has (basically) forcefully tucked into Otterbite's fur. Perhaps he took the time to do the same to her, but the conversation nearby caused her ear to twitch and vision to turn.

".. A peaceful night would be preferable." She answered the queen, her ears perking gently at the thought. Claythorn knew there had been more then drama at the last Gathering, but she didn't foresee herself traveling- and with kits, much less. A fact she thought would have kept her from going, but with her mate at her side, she didn't think there was any thing to worry about.

Paws stretched as she leaned left into said tom-cat, a soft breath leaving her.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[splashdance]

Splashpaw sighs. As much as she understands her ban, she cannot help but dim every time she is reminded of it. One day she will be allowed at four-trees again, to watch the news unfold first hand. But until then... she'll simply have to listen to Pebblepaw and others retell it. Lichenstar has not forbid her from the pre-gathering festivities, however. And though Iciclefang's cold eyes linger, she does not let that get to her. She joins regardless.

"Lightning doesn't strike twice, right?" Splashpaw offers. Surely Chilledstar and ShadowClan will not be a mess a second time around, right? The embarrassment she'd feel if they were... last time it was as if she was plunged beneath ice, but this time it'd be laughable even to her. She suppresses the worry that festers in her chest that her old Clanmates would try again, as if she spoke it into existence. "Nevermind, I didn't say that."​

 

[lichenstar]

✦˚.✦˚✦˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✦˚✦˚✦.˚✦

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• 'Where else would I be?' "Evidently... biting your clan-mates," she muses, glancing up at Hazecloud as her sharp reply lunges at Snakeblink as if he were a foe rather than a friend. His touch is welcome, for as brief as it is, to delicately place a petaled offering among the ruffling of fur at her nape. "Thank you..."
  
  It seems that is to be the end of the quibbling, as more draw close to share tongues and their hopes for good will and an easy night. If they are fortunate, Sunstar will have learned how to tie the corners of his mouth tightly shut before slinging flames he cannot seem to control. She would like to agree with the rest, that a simple night is overdue and should be the expectation but...
  
  "You'll see for yourself... soon enough," the striped molly mews in reply to the tortoiseshell lead warrior, trapped here one final time as her children somersault towards their apprenticeship. It'd be nice to actually treat it as a night of information exchange rather than a potential battle zone... she'd wish a joyful celebration of their first Gathering every time, if it could be afforded.
  
  Splashpaw's worried pondering is hushed in fear of summoning ill fortune, which amuses her to no small end really. It wasn't something that had been refined to exact calculation but.. she'd expect it could be possible, if the stars were angry enough. "I'm sure it'll... be fine... Sunstar would be stupid... to make himself... the second WindClan leader... to be struck at... by StarClan."
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