SWAN UPON LEDA | pre-gathering chatter

MY NAME IS BRUTUS AND MY NAME MEANS HEAVY ✧​
when the sun-splattered molly is finally caught in her sights, the riverclan deputy finds herself releasing a breath she had not known she held. it was nice to talk to someone so like-minded, so capable. someone who was now an ally to her clan. in truth, she had been slightly fearing another silent gathering on her part. watching the riverclanners converse and mingle, while their deputy sits off to the side and only stares in the direction of her home. gatherings used to seem to drag, but had quicked with orange and buck's conversations.

she can't help the small grin that forms upon the deputy's lips, welcoming the skyclan deputy beside her. "orangeblossom," buck copies, though such a long name falls weird on her tongue. she would think, by now, she would be used to longer names. but buck still struggles with her own. "stressed, but what else is new?" a light complaint, and she only wished she could indulge orange in the gossip of riverclanners. though, that may be too far. "i'm hoping things are better over on your side of the trees. no more moor cats?" she notices the limp that still seems to follow orangeblossom, but it doesn't seem to bother her any. and therefore it doesn't bother buck, who looks expectantly towards her.

// interacting with @orangeblossom
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"that's a load of rabbit fluff!"

"no, i'm being one hundred percent honest! warriors do it all the time just when no one is looking cause they get embarassed!"

having split off from shadowclan's side the moment they stepped foot into fourtrees, goosepaw can be seen towards the back of the crowd sat infront of a small, muddy puddle with another clan apprentice looking at him incredously. see, they were having an exhilariating conversation where the spiky furred tabby claims that older cats tend to drink from these sludgey waters in order to gain an extra boost of strength and wisdom.

goosepaw is 100% trustworthy, he would never lie.

"so you're telling me, if i drink this i'll be as stronger than a fox and wiser than an elder?" chivepaw wrinkles her brows, almost as if she were really taking his words into consideration. the younger apprentice takes a tentative sniff at the earthy concoction and recoils slightly, green eyes quickly flicking up to peer at goosepaw who blinks back with an innocent gaze.

"yup! how do you think starclan chooses all these leaders and medicine cats beforehand? they look for the ones who drank this empowering water."


|| interacting with an npc apprentice trying to get them to drink gross mud water, open to interactions!
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[ IT'S FUNNY HOW DUMB YOU ARE. ]​
 


The black-smirched tabby produces a gruelling exhale when he lumbers into the clearing. Scores of felines choke his scope of vision, and already does he feel uncomfortably restricted by their presence.

Smogmaw has never much liked crowds. He does appreciate receiving attention, but sharing a space with an abundance of others makes him want to claw the nerves from beneath his skin. So many faces in this throng of cats, and an untold amount may be gawking at him, thinking about him, talking about him, lying about him. His eyes hang low like a pair of setting suns. Theoretically, others won't pay him any mind should he refuse to meet their gaze.

As nice as it would be to avoid idle chatter, he knows that the night's petty politicking will ruin his headspace all the same.



// very much open to interacts !!! @smogmaw ​

 


the sound of his name makes him whip his head around with lightning quick speed. He expects to see Moonpaw or Howlpaw and a quick retort dies on his lips when he sees the curly furred shadow clanner who stands before him. After the surprise wears off he narrows his honey colored eyes, fully prepared to ask what is is she wants but he is taken aback by the worried look plastered all over her face and immediately he softens. He is not sure why, if she were any other ShadowClan cat he would tell her to get lost, wave her away with a swish of his tail and be done with the whole thing. But one glance at her skin and bones frame and he can’t help the pity that gnaws at his stomach. It threatens to eat him alive. He had made friends with Tornadopaw at the last gathering, it made it hard to hate her now though he knows he should. Honestly though, he cannot blame ShadowClan for what they had done. Would he not do the same in their situation?

So instead of sharp words he just nods "Uh sure?" he says awkwardly, pausing to give his ruffled chest a quick lick before swinging his head around, searching for a good spot before leading Tornadopaw away somewhere, curiosity guiding his paws to a more secluded spot as he wonders what she could possibly want to talk to him about.

// @Tornadopaw
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Mountainheart strode into the clearing with his head and tail high. He would not appear weak in front of his enemies, and he had to admit, he was excited to be here tonight. He hoped he saw some of the windclanners who raided them.

He hoped they recognized him.

Sitting tall among his own, unbothered by the drizzle, he looked towards the leaders gathered on the rock. He felt a sense of foreboding when he saw Howling Wind instead of Emberstar. Was she okay? He hoped so.

Looking to Pitchstar though, he was sure he was looking at a corpse. All skin and bones, he was. He pitied him, but only for a moment.

The other leaders looked well enough, though. How unfortunate in Sootstars case.

He looked to the Windclanners. How were the self proclaimed favored of Starclan doing?

He knew he was being petty by sitting where they could see him, but he didn't care. It was he who killed one of their warriors......

And he would do it again.
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She keeps pace with her clanmates, though her paws itch to explore and 'mingle' with the lesser clans the moment they step into the clearing beneath the great shadows of fourtrees. Her burning gaze would stare towards the great rock eyes prying and curious as she sees the leaders leap atop it, though strangely she cannot find Emberstar among them instead Howling Wind stands in her place. She'd heard gossip in the days before Dandelionwish's escape that a Thunderclan patrol including the older deputy had headed off to highstones, she hadn't thought to much of it had found it just useless small talk but now she wonders if she should've listened in more. Was she sick? Maybe even pregnant, her mind dodges over the suspicion of death. Her eyes narrow impatience for answers clogging her mind, whilst she wasn't as nosey as some of her peers whenever there was a mystery about she couldn't help herself, she liked figuring things out and also it was an excuse to chat with some Thunderclanners. Out of all the clans she's had the displeasure of meeting rather on patrol or in the heat of battle she finds them the most agreeable, they weren't allies by any means and she wouldn't dare let on to the fact she didn't mind them but she's had nothing but pleasant interactions with the forest bound cats.

She's quick to split off from her clanmates once paws carrying her swiftly through the crowd and she searches out for for anyone familiar, she can't seem to find any of them she's met in passing; in particular she was looking for that three legged tom or that brown she-cat who'd been leading that said patrol around a moon ago; they'd shown no issues with answering her or Snailpaw's questions. She can't find them sadly, though in the process her eyes would flit across a familiar pelt, she knows she'd never forget him her first true opponent. A pathetic tom who she would've battered into the ground even further then she had if Riverclan's fish-lovin' asses hadn't ruined everything. Her claws itch for another go at him but she knows better then to start anything during a gathering. She'd almost lost her temper at the last, she curses Snailpaw for their idiocy for seeking out him and other Skyclanners they still owed her one she'd defended them after all.

She would pad towards them though with little intention to stick around a snide remark already barking off her lips ❝As ugly as ever I see! Catch ya later Squrrielbrain!❞ it's childish and by the time she snaps it she's already disappearing back into the crowd to continue on her mission of finding a Thunderclanner who wasn't already swarmed.

Eventually she finds one; another apprentice who looks just a few moons younger then her, and Firepaw isn't blind to the way she carries herself the gray molly hardly looked like the confident type, which was a good sign for her. She'd be easy to ring information out of she'd reckon. She doesn't approach with the same hostility she did the skyclanner, her tail waves high and a mraow echoes out of her throat before she speaks so she doesn't catch the she-cat by surprise. ❝Hey Thunderclanner, what's your name?❞ she'd ask tilting her head to the side. She takes a breath before deciding to introduce herself ❝Mines Firepaw, one of the best apprentices in Windclan❞ she'd grin toothily finding such pride in that, ❝Mind if I sit with ya?❞ she says as if she'd go away if she was refused.

(quick jab at @CHRYSALISPAW in passing and interacting with @Cloudypaw )​
( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )
 
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Sunstride is slow to push himself towards interaction. He can feel the contempt of other clans, and pushes through it like a bramble of thorns. Where there once might have been pride at their strength, he feels– odd, with their opposition. He is accustomed to the jealous fear, to pained pride. That they do not see the strength of them annoys him more than anything. His own wounded pride. There is one, at least, who does. They have had precious few interactions with ShadowClan. Here and now, the lead warrior seeks them out. It is the shape from across the border he finds, deep pelt and eyes downcast. Avoidant. Well. Politics take precedence and all of that.

He weaves through a parting crowd to settle himself next to Smogmaw, humming greeting. "Do you find this place as much a pit of snakes as I?"
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  • ooc: @smogmaw !!
  • SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
    —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
    —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
    —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.

    sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base 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.
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Too noisy all of they where, a clear reminder to why he hated to attend gatherings and why he had avoided to come to most of them until now that was. Another unpleasant responsibility he had to do now as windclans new medicine cat. The one who was the loudest of them all just had to be Firepaw, one of their own. Of course. Vulturemask wanted nothing to do with it so had distance himself from all of this as far back he possible could, seating in the shadows of the trees in hope to not catch anyones attention while his eyes glared around him with cold golden piercing eyes not looking approachable. He was only here because he was forced to be otherwise he wouldn't have showed up at all.

// free to interact with if daring too! (':


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DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​
they watched as the other clans dispersed and began to tall. tension hung in the air like no other, and chilledgaze couldn't help but roll their eyes. they didn't want to be here. spectermask was sitting in the medicine cat den, recovering from a nasty infection, and they had to be here of all places. it made them feel sick, and they tried their best to keep their head level. they didn't even show it. their face revealed nothing, as it often did. they simply sat down, tapping their tail against the ground. stop worrying. they're fine. they huffed, moving to a laying position.

they were watching their clan intensely. they had already made the announcement to stay away from thunderclan, but they wanted to make sure that they did. this gathering was sure to be a clusterfuck. starclan already cursed them– the last thing they needed was to piss off the stars further with a fight beneath them.


//reluctantly open to interactions
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I wish, she longs to say, but knows better than to tell another soul that Dandelionwish and Daisypaw had made it safely into the pines. Even if Buckgait is second in line to helm an ally, and a cat that Orangeblossom longs to trust, it's not a secret she's willing to divulge. Certainly not here, in a place where unwelcome ears would be listening. She casts a careful eye around, noting Chilledgaze's presence; that made three of the five Clans' deputies that she'd noticed.

Turning her attention back to Buckgait, she huffs. "They've surprised me by not trying their luck a second time." Surprised me with their lack of open idiocy, at least. Diverting the subject back to her counterpart, albeit a little clumsily, Orangeblossom twitches her tail and takes a seat.

"Alright, out with it. What has you so stressed, then?"​

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  • interacting with @BUCKGAIT.

  • ✦ orangeblossom, deputy of skyclan
    — mentor to eveningpaw
    ✦ 26 moons, she/her
    ✦ fluffy white and ginger cat with brown eyes. torn ear, scarred muzzle, scarred right legs. walks with a limp.
    ✦ bi, single. @ on discord for plots.
    ✦ "speech" — thoughts

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──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 Wolfsong had awaited this little assembly since the encounter with the RiverClan patrol, eager for a closer meeting with the green-eyed creature who'd delighted him so. He will, of course, watch all else carefully, but this time Sunstride is in attendance, filling for Badgermoon who stands for Sootstar in her absence. A short time conversing with the cat dark as pinewood will hardly harm anyone.

He does watch the tall shape of his dear friend pause by a ShadowClanner, chin raised and proud. Wolfsong drags his gaze away to search for the RiverClan warrior, but naturally, in seeking the company of a treasure, what should he spy first but a dungpile crawling with flies? He circles 'round to approach the SkyClanner from the back, brushing against his pelt as though they are amiable companions. "I am surprised to see you walking on the ground," he says in a friendly murmur. "Did the branches finally tire of your rutting and snap, or did your clanmates mistake the creaking of the boughs under your lovemaking for a great storm?" Wolfsong grins broadly at him. "If you tell me your name isn't Treemount, I won't hear you speak over the sound of the forest regrowing the bark you stripped bare."

With another wide smile and a slight incline of his head, Wolfsong pads several paces away to continue searching for his RiverClan mystery.

//interacting with @Mountainheart and looking for @HOUNDSNARL.
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☁ Sharpeye kept his gaze down as he waded through the throng of forms, not particularly paying much attention which caused him to bump past a few cats by accident. After finding a quiet patch of ground he finally sat himself down with a heavy thud. He honestly looked tired and just done with everything. He didn't even know who to talk to anymore, it just felt as though everyone was at odds. What was even the point of the gatherings? Sharpeye just didn't know anymore.

//open to interactions!
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Sheep doesnt remember the last time she had attended a gathering, opting to stay home last moon and guard the camp in fear of Windclan retaliation while others were gone. Her fur still stands up upon no end, wildly uncomfortable with the amount of moor creatures that were here, but she forces herself to smile anyways. She was here to help represent her clan, yes, and even though her stomach twisted and turned Skyclan still had a single ally they could count on. With that, Sheep heads straight to where Riverclan is sitting and picks out a charcoal smudged pelt to converse with.

“Hola, amigo, i’m Sheepcurl. Lead warrior of Skyclan, whats your name?” tonight they share a common enemy, tonight Skyclan harbors Windclanners in their camp (and the thought of it, oh the thought of it makes her sick) and no one would know. “Your fur is very pretty.” said earnestly, not meant to completely be suck-up flattery. She blinks and just barely beneath the moonlight can she see various rosetted spots, and green eyes like a viper. Definitely Riverclan, she’d think, home of the cats with pretty fur. Silvers and blacks and odd patterns shes never seen before. She offers a smile.

// interacting with @Cindershade
 
TAGS — [tldr; icepaw is Nervous to be here and is sitting with @rainpaw and @SMOKEPAW looking like she'd rather be anywhere else lol. open to being approached! she's talking about the skyclan raid if anyone wants to overhear that.]

Icepaw has never been one to question StarClan and they don't now, but nonetheless they've always struggled to understand why they had insisted upon this tradition. What good can it possibly bring? At best, it's an opportunity for WindClan to remind their neighbors of their might, to ward off any retaliation for the raid on SkyClan. At worst... well, every moon she fears the same; that this fragile-feeling peace will inevitably shatter and a new war will break out. As they approach Fourtrees, Icepaw thinks back to Sootstar's tale of the Great Battle with unease. Bloodied corpses everywhere, a battle that wouldn't have ceased until everyone had fallen without divine intervention. If StarClan stepped in once she's sure they can do it again, but what if they don't act fast enough? It had taken them too long the first time, she thinks — and then immediately regrets the disrespectful thought. Their light blue gaze drifts up to the starry, moonlit sky. Sorry. She trusts them to do what needs to be done.

But that trust isn't enough to curb her anxiety, which has kept her away from this event for her entire life. Icepaw knew the time for her first Gathering would have to come sooner or later (she could only weasel her way out of it or let more eager apprentices volunteer first so many times), but she'd been hoping to wait at least a few more moons after the SkyClan raid. Her own memory of their enemies' faces is largely a blur by now, but the fear that they'd recognize her had been overwhelming for a time; she'd managed to sneak into the medicine den and snag some of their precious herbs, after all. The pride that she always feels at home over her achievement is quick to waver here as anxiety settles over them like a heavy blanket, though they do their best to conceal it as Sunstride addresses the WindClan patrol. She listens attentively and then gives a firm nod. Learn what you can. She's always been an observer; this feels doable. Maybe she, Rainpaw, and Smokepaw can just sit in a corner and cat-watch; in no way does she have any desire to mingle, nor does she want to draw SkyClan's attention to herself. Not like Firepaw, who she watches as the dark-furred molly eagerly splits away from the group. Icepaw can so easily imagine her going against Sunstride's command and antagonizing the first SkyClanner she can find, a thought that fills her both with mild satisfaction and unease.

How did I let them talk me into coming? she wonders dejectedly as she walks alongside her sister and friend. I wish I was home. Her furrowed brow, twitching tail tip, and very lightly bristling fur betray her nerves as she and her friend start padding through the clearing. It's so loud and cramped here, with so many clashing scents, full of way more cats than she's ever seen in one place. How could anyone prefer being here to the comfort of their own territories? It's overwhelming. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, its pace steadily rising as they picture everything devolving into bloodthirsty chaos. They swallow thickly and take a seat. At least it's dark out; having to deal with the blinding sun would just add another layer of discomfort to everything.

Though she'd made a personal vow to keep entirely to herself (aside from interacting with her own clanmates, of course), wide eyes glance around with timid curiosity at the sea of felines. Everyone's so huge compared to the majority of her own clanmates! She feels like a kit next to some of them. Shuffling their paws, they look upward at the Great Rock. It's hard to see the deputies from where they sit toward the back of the clearing, but the top of the boulder is more than visible. It's strange seeing Badgermoon up there instead of Sootstar, and though her leader's absence is just another factor of her insecurity, she trusts the bicolor tom to effectively fill in; he's a warm cat who carries himself well. As expected, the surrounding leaders are unfamiliar—

Wait. She does a double take, eyes ultimately locking on a curly-furred, grayscale tomcat as memories come crashing back to her. Is that...? Bristling, she looks to her companions beside her and gestures up at Cicadastar (though she doesn't know his name) with a jerk of her head. "I think he attacked me in SkyClan's camp." They sound alarmed. After a moment, it occurs to them that the gesture was in no way specific. "The black and white tom."
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TAGS — Smokepaw feels little of the tension that Icepaw carries upon her shoulders. WindClan had only gotten stronger since the last gathering- they had no more sick, they had ratted out the weakest of their warriors, and- if he were to say so himself -there would be a rather impressive batch of warriors incoming, too. His ears twitch as he sweeps his amber gaze around the clearing, assessing each cat he can see. The SkyClanners, naturally, look as unappealing as ever. The RiverClanners look the same. He still can't believe those river rats came to the aid of the kittypets. Couldn't anyone fight like real warriors anymore?

He's still looking around half-aimlessly when Icepaw bristles at his side. Smokepaw blinks and looks to his friend; follows her gaze up to Cicadastar. That's the RiverClan leader, isn't it? But what had his name been...? "Really?" he mumbles, tentatively in disbelief. Icepaw wouldn't lie about it, though, it just seems... well, hadn't there been anyone Cicadastar's size? "Jeez. Um," he finds himself without much to say. Should he try to comfort her? Assure her that it won't happen here? "Well don't worry about it now. You showed him." When you made it out safe with all that catmint, he means. Smokepaw glances to Rainpaw, hoping the other sister might have something similarly supportive to say.

/ hanging out with @icepaw and @rainpaw , open to other interactions though!​
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Once he reached this moonlit clearing, his friends were all but forgotten. It was as if the threshold between WindClan and Fourtrees enchanted him- cleansed him. Washed away all the doubts about his home and where he belonged, because when he knew he would run into Dawnglare he found he had an answer to that question. Body-warmth, a blood-soaked phantom... a terrifying sight, sky-blue eyes. He'd see him- in the thrusts of movement, in the gathering conversations. He would see him, and...

A quick glance over the shoulder. Grey gaze trailing around, he searched, prying past as many faces as he could and not bothering to bid goodbye to any other Windclanners. Dawnglare might have his student with him again- vaguely, he might be able to recognise that face if anything got dire. And idly did he wonder whether Dandelionwish might show up among the ranks of another Clan-

A foolish thought, really. He doubted the tom had bothered with Clans, if he was not decomposing as the night dragged on. Neither of Mallowlark's aunts had. His eyes glistened, silver as the moon-drop that lit them. The cold was beginning to crawl beneath his frosted fur, and though he knew they could not embrace as they might have liked, just seeing would be enough for the smallest shimmer of kindling.

\ looking for @DAWNGLARE >:)​
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Iciclepaw slips quietly through the cats who are chatting either amicably or stiffly to one another, depending on their Clan's affiliations. The tortoiseshell she-cat gives WindClan a wide berth, and after her interactions with the ThunderClan patrol at their border, she decides to avoid any of them as well. Her eyes fall on a faintly-familiar figure -- SkyClan's medicine cat apprentice. He looks as though he's trying to avoid interactions. The ghost of a smile dances on her lips as she steps in his path.

"You're sure in a hurry," she observes, eyeing him up and down. He hadn't been the medicine cat when RiverClan had gone to help with the WindClan thieves, so he's fairly new to his appointment still. She flicks curious blue eyes over his pelt, adorned with various leaves and wings. "I like the decor. I guess it's easier to keep them on when you're a medicine cat." She shrugs languidly. "Warrior apprentices move around too much, and my fur's a bit too short for anything to cling to."

Iciclepaw sits and idly grooms a white paw. She takes her time, knowing the tom is antsy to get where he wants to be. "How's SkyClan? Everyone recovered?"

// interacting with @Fireflypaw​

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Times like this, Houndsnarl wishes he'd been born in a hole. Or, rather, wishes he would've stayed in the hole he was born to. Flint was far from an honest and open father. Weary of the world, and wary of it too. They should've stayed that way, he thinks, rather than coming to the marshes and trying to make the best of it all. Now he's as wound around the river as it is him, an' that means he'll find his way here again and again. The gathering. What a time to be alive. If he wanted to interact with the fools across the gorge, he would've followed them instead of Cicada. Then again, it's following Cicada that'd brought him here.

The dark tabby's pressed back towards the edges of the clearing, gaze scanning the dozens of heads that converge. In a few short moments, they'll get to talking and this will wind to a close. For now, though, he's left searching for...something. Whatever that may be, he's not wholly certain. Or if he is, he's not too prepared to admit it. His paws slide a little across the damn ground as he finally heads further in. Treemount. Almost in the middle of a step, Houndsnarl's whole being freezes and warms in one snap second. He knows that tone of voice, and that precise style of insult. He's turning that way before he knows it. "All those trees, I think his hide'll be a little tougher than those insults. You'd best prove yourself here, seein' as we so thoroughly beat you on the battlefield." He's grinning like he, too, is surrounded by friends.

Maybe he's no need of a hole after all.
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  • ooc: interacting with @WOLFSONG and @Mountainheart
  • ──── houndsnarl. trans male, he/him pronouns.
    ──── approximately 30 moons old, or 2.5 years.
    ──── bisexual with firm male preference; single.

    ──── a chocolate tabby with ( stylized ) low white and intense lime eyes. lean and lanky,  with whiplike musculature and a long, quick stride. hound's notable features include his impressive height, the long scar across the left side of his face from nose to jaw, his very deep, dense fur, and the confident manner with which he conducts himself.
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Of all the insults and jeers he expected to hear tonight, that was not one of them. Not at all! He stared at Wolfsong in surprise. He remembers him from the raid, yes. How vulgar he was! We're he younger, he would have laughed. Unfortunately he matured as he aged.

"My name is Mountainheart. You got one syllable right, at least." He said.

"An interesting fantasy you have of me. A little disturbing. Perhaps you should have erotic fantasies about someone else." He said.

Houndsnarl approached and he dipped his head in greeting.

"It seems you have a challenger." He said.

This was going to be an interesting night, wasn't it.

((Interacting with @HOUNDSNARL. And @WOLFSONG ))
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A piercing glacier of a scowl shifts ever so softly as it turns upon Hailstone, the silver striped warrior making his way through the crowd to sit by him and looking if but a bit slightly off-put. Thistleback turns toward the green-eyed man with a halfway smirk. " not at all, no better kind than my own kind " it was no secret, Thistleback’s loyalty was narrowly poisonous to his views of non-skyclanners. Spotting their deputy talking to Buckgait, " Orangeblossom, friends with the Riverclan deputy? " he mutters, then chews on his ambitions with a thoughtful glance to Hailstone. This, will make for a solid alliance in Skyclan’s future, he thinks.

There’s a mocking set of words behind him, Thistleback’s neck twists as he snaps his maw toward the source. Mountainheart’s voice chimes next, Thistleback’s nose crinkles at the daring scent of moor. The proximity of Sootstar’s hound to his clanmate, sets his incisors crossed like blades with the flex of his jaws. The lead warrior’s silver stare is stationary upon golden brown locks, of a one-eyed field-running scum blood with a coat of wheat. Words teasing like a needle nosing through the skin, immature humor spews out rotten. " looks like Mountainheart needs a tick removed. " dry grass, rabbit dung, salt, everything itchy and flaky like a snake’s shed was the smell of Windclan. He stands, flicking his tail in an offer toward Hailstone to follow as he makes his way in amble prowl toward the dark rosetted brown Riverclanner and the mountainous dark smokey warrior.

" evening, lads. " he interjects hoarsely, a crooked smirk and nod of greeting toward Houndsnarl before turning a grimace upon the golden one. " Oh bollocks, A windclanner with a pulse. That can only mean it wants something. " Thistleback chuckles with a wry wrinkle in his smirk. Settling himself at Mountainheart’s flank, muscled black nettle-furred limbs planted with his spine arched like a poised gargoyle. Knuckles curled and cracking idly as he rolls them over the ground.

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  • — talking to @Hailstone moving in on the trio @HOUNDSNARL. @WOLFSONG @Mountainheart


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    Thirty-three moons EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
    — Lead warrior of Skyclan since 12.22.22
    — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22 | polyamorous
    — Father of Coyotepaw, Pricklepaw, and Eveningpaw.
    — mentoring quillpaw & Snowpaw
    — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
    — voice & accent
    — biography･ﾟ✧​
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