TEMPLES GET FORGOTTEN [✨] February Gathering Chatter

[FIGFEATHER]

There's an excited bounce in Figfeather's step as she follows Twitchstar into the moonlit clearing of Fourtrees. She feels like a kitten on ceremony day, excited and as ready as ever to represent her Clan in a rank that told of her dedication as a warrior and demanded respect. The new deputy's pride and love for her Clan was radiant tonight, just as is the love she bears for herself.

"Are you excited?" Figfeather leans close to Twitchstar as they pad toward the Great Rock, side by side, a leader and his deputy. "…At least a little?" She chuckles and gives him an encouraging look. Of course the brown and white tom was nervous, but he'd do great. He's already grabbed leadership in SkyClan by the horns, he'll do so again in front of the rest of the four Clans tonight.

Figfeather's eyes avert into the star-glittered sky, the moon fills her eyes, "We're gonna make them proud—all of them. Tonight, the Clans will be reminded SkyClan is strong." She continues to murmur, evidently high on exhilaration. For the first time in moons she feels as bubbly as Figpaw had once been, eager for the future, hopeful. Maybe Twitchstar would recognize her youthful soul visiting tonight even if what he really needed was a level-headed, poised deputy.

Don't worry… she can fill that role, too!

When Twitchstar launches himself onto the Great Rock or moves to converse with someone else, Figfeather takes her seat at its base. When she turns around she sees a vast crowd of cats all talking amongst themselves, laughing, shouting, having a good time. Her heart feels like the thrumming of bird wings against her chest and her throat tightens as if clasped in the talons of a hawk. At last… she was here, sitting where all the past deputies of SkyClan sat: Daisyflight, Doesong, Orangeblossom, Twitchbolt, Cherryblossom. Tonight, she adds a new name to the list of cats whom have sat here.

She straightens her back, sitting tall so that all who look in her direction can marvel at her. Let the four Clans know Figfeather, deputy of SkyClan, was here and ready to take on the world.

OOC: Interacting with @TWITCHSTAR before taking her place at the base of the Great Rock. She is open to interactions from anyone!​

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FIGFEATHER . ㅤBIOGRAPHY / TOYHOU.SE
✦ trans female (she / her) / pansexual, single
✦ 33 moons old / ages realistically, every 22nd of the month
✦ deputy of SkyClan
✦ Daisyflight x Raven / sire to Sangriaflight, Coffeesong
✦ mentoring Blizzard / mentored by Tallulahwing
✦ previously mentored Wolfpaw, Daisydrop, Oleanderpaw
✦ penned by ava / message av.a on discord for plots!

Figfeather is a bright yellow she-cat with golden tabby markings that swirl across her body. She has big, amber-orange eyes and angular ears. Prominent jowls dangle from her cheeks, rounding out the shape of her face. Her right hind leg is twisted, wrapped in a large, discolored, bumpy scar.

 

[bubbleburst]

〔✦〕Bubbleburst is a frequent flyer at many gatherings. Though all of RiverClan seems to pride themselves on their flashy, high-profile appearances at gatherings, Bubbleburst just so happens to be a massive social butterfly. She just likes to think it's because Lichenstar likes her a whole lot and thinks she is a good representative for RiverClan. Whether or not that's actually true is to be determined. But it is true that she is amicable. A trait that makes her an easy pick. That and, well, she is a massive proponent for catching up on the hottest gossip.

Like now.

Bubbleburst is towards the front of the RiverClan group. She moves with purpose, eyes scanning the crowds for whoever might be nearby that she knows. The silver molly only glances briefly at the ThunderClan cats. Her mother's words echo in her mind: 'resentment is bad for your appearance.' She looks to the remaining clans instead, when something catches her eye. Twitchbolt, SkyClan's deputy, is climbing to the place where Orangestar usually stands. Her eyes are wide. "You don't think something happened to Orangestar, do you?" Bubbleburst whispers urgently to the nearest cat "I mean, she was kinda young, I think. Right? I meaaannn... I don't know how many lives she had, but still."

Bubbleburst glances up at Lichenstar to gauge a reaction from her own leader, and then looks back at Twitchbolt. Surely there is some explanation for this.

sucker love, a box i choose ( no other box i choose to use ) !!

• ooc. interacting with whoever <3 :3
• BUBBLEBURST —— warrior of riverclan , mentoring twinklepaw . mudjaw x breezeflower . littermate to swanpaw ✦ penned by carat
  ✦ she/her / 16 moons & ages every 13th
  ✦ single / bisexual / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— not a strong fighter, often prefers diplomacy and strategy over strength and battle skills
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a mediumhaired silver marbled tabby with moderate white and blue eyes

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ If anyone were paying close attention to when each clan showed up at the gathering tonight, they would realize quickly that WindClan is late. When at last Scorchstar and her entourage pass through the treeline and into the clearing, the other four clans are already all mingling; the calico sighs with mild irritation. She had expected this, and it is annoying to be seen as tardy, but any blow to her own image is all worth it to allow Bunnyglow to attend this month's gathering with them. "Is here alright? Set her down gently." She looks to her niece, and then to the deputy and medicine cat who have helped carry her this far. Scorchstar's gratitude is a difficult thing to earn, but they have both done more than enough for it. "Thank you both for helping." Under the stars, the leader stands beside Bunnyglow, reluctant to leave the newly-named molly on her own. What if she decides that she wants to sit somewhere else, but cannot pull herself that far?

On Splinterpaw, she fixes a steady golden gaze. "Go, mingle. Just stay within my line of sight, and stay out of trouble," she warns them as she sends them off. They have been unstable, unpredictable, for the past few weeks. And berating Thistlepaw as cruelly as they had… that was the last straw. The calico somewhat regrets the way she had torn into Splinterpaw as a result, verbally ripping their pelt up and down to prove to them how uncalled for their actions had been. Of course, Thistlepaw had faced a similar lecture and punishment, but Thistlepaw has appeared troubled since kithood. These developments in Splinterpaw… they are new, she thinks. Hoping that her apprentice will truly be on their best behavior, the leader offers them a parting dip of her head before turning to glance out across the clearing.

OF THE FOLKLORE AND THE FABLES ☽♰☾ SHE’S THE TALLEST TALE OF ALL

• ooc: interacting with @SPLINTERPAW. @bunnyglow @SCORCHSTORM @CELANDINEPAW & open to further interactions!
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  SCORCHSTAR ⋆⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺⋆ she/they, leader of windclan, tunneler
  ༄ 8/9 lives. (IC, it is believed that she still has all 9 lives)
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stern and serious, ferociously protective of her clanmates.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw & splinterpaw
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[MORELBEAM]

✦ㅤ─ㅤ He'd been waiting for this, his first gathering as a warrior. With his new name bestowed upon him, Morelbeam knew — expected, hoped — he and his littermates would be chosen to take part in the trek to Fourtrees, and had been itching for the night's arrival. With any luck, and if what he heard was true, the tom had a chance of finding someone here, speaking to a ghost of his past for the first time since...

Since he was kit. The realization makes his paws falter as he walks between Giggleflower and Branchroar, a jolting step forward he quickly recovers from as they arrive to the clearing.

He turns to look to his littermates — questions whether or not they have the same idea as him, whether he should suggest finding her together. Perhaps not, perhaps they'd rather not see snow-freckled fur ever again. The short-hair's tail flicks behind him, gaze already drifting toward the growing crowd. " I'll be... right back, " he tells them, before wandering further into the night's audience.

[ MORELBEAM ]ㅤ

BIOGRAPHYㅤ⋅ㅤTOYHOUSE

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Morelbeam is a mirror of his fallen mother in plush, gray and white fur. A hunger for knowledge guides Morelbeam's path and he finds himself unafraid to ask others questions about anything that comes to his mind. He is protective of his family — especially now, in the wake of his mother's death.

⋅ He / Him ⋅ Single
⋅ Warrior of ShadowClan
⋅ Needledrift † x Chittertongue †; Adopted by Ferndance
⋅ Brother to Bloodwing, Shadewhisker, Splashdance, Bonechill, Giggleflower, Branchroar
⋅ Mentoring no one ⋅ Mentored by Briarthorn
⋅ Penned by Abri ⋅ Message _abri_ on discord for plots!

‣ㅤ briefly interacting with @Giggleflower and @BRANCHROAR / searching for @splashdance ! open to interactions !

 

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The stars sparkle overhead, and Hopepaw tilts her head back to look up at them. This monthly gathering has become comfortable, now that she knows who resides up in the sky and watches over her while she settles into Fourtrees. She normally sticks close to her uncle's side, but tonight the girl departs from her usual place pressed against him. She has seen battle now; the faces of all the other clans feel less oppressive after their victory over ShadowClan. She begins to make her way across the clearing, spotting a familiar face that draws her nearer. Celandinepaw is a friendly face and is likely a safe choice to approach, and Hopepaw forces a smile onto her face. Warm golden fur beckons to her like a ray of the sun itself in the nighttime; she comes to a stop only a tail-length away from the other medicine cat apprentice, dipping her head to the other molly. "Hello Celandinepaw. You got here a bit late—are things alright in WindClan?" Her voice is pitched low, quiet concern flowing through the question. She may not particularly like her clan's moorland neighbors, but Flamestar has accepted an alliance with them, which means that they can at least trust them not to be hostile–a rarity among the five clans. At least she hasn't gotten trapped into a conversation with the likes of Moonbeam or Marbleleaf.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

• ooc: talking to @CELANDINEPAW
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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[Chickbloom]

Like Bubbleburst, Chickbloom was somewhat of a regular at gatherings. Unlike his counterpart, however, the coward had absolutely no idea why. Pity? Or perhaps a cruel joke? He supposed the reason didn't matter so much. After all, the warrior was also a social butterfly - a butterfly with a brick on its wings. The whelp was preparing for another night of claiming a corner and trying not to look anyone in the eye when a sudden worried voice weighed on an already worried mind.

Chickbloom was glad the truth wasn't nearly as dire as this stranger suggested, a living aspect of relief with fur and claws proof that things may be looking up for Skyclan, but folded ears flicked up with some anxiety as he drunk in the lack of an answer to Bubbleburst's question. Amber eyes flicked to his new leader, so alike in so many ways. Baby steps.

"O-Orangestar retired, she's - uh - Orangep-path now." Chickbloom muttered to the Riverclanner, hoping to assuage the she-cat's worry while not stealing Twitchstar's thunder. "She's - she's fine, t-thank starclan…" Though the coward stopped there, more was said by the way a worried gaze lingered on Figfeather.

//Interacting with @bubbleburst !​

 

[ROEFLAME .]

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ThunderClan travels alone again tonight, without their SkyClan neighbors. The moon is as cold as it is full tonight from where it hangs in the sky, casting the withered foliage that surrounds the Great Oaks in daunting blue shadows. Roeflame draws in a hollow breath as she trickles into the clearing right behind Flamestar, celadon hues already scanning the different swaths of pelts that already mingled around. The scents of all the other four clans pass her by at once, carried by the busy breeze.

As Hopepaw drifts away, Roeflame's eyes follow until her attention is stolen by the golden figure sitting poised at the base of the Great Rock. Figfeather, Roeflame thinks, recalling the large patrol the sun-kissed molly had led to their shared border only sunrises ago. Confusion pinches at Roeflame's brow bones, and her eyes travel up to where Twitchbolt takes a place atop the Great Rock. What happened to Orangestar?

Amidst her thoughts, Roeflame has subconsciously begin to draw towards the SkyClan tabby. Just as the brassed deputy draws close, the feeling of something larger colliding against her shoulder stops the rosetted molly in her tracks, her gaze swinging to the thing that had collided into her. The familiar blue gaze staring back at her draws a hint of surprise to the deputy's expression. "Iciclefang," the deputy greets the former lead warrior, though it falls flat and sounds more like a statement.

When it had been revealed that Stormywing's RiverClan kit had been the one responsible for Freckleflame's death, Roeflame had fought against the knee-jerk reaction to pin her anger on Stormywing, and instead had flown to her friends side. She owes nothing to Iciclefang though, and when her expression subconsciously hardens slightly, there's no effort to fix it. When she looked at Iciclefang, it was a struggle to see past the contempt she harbored for the other's child- for the pain Stormywing's revelation had caused, as though it was her fault. "…Excuse me."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

• headed for @FIGFEATHER / speaking to @iciclefang
  open for multiple interactions !!
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[CELANDINEPAW]

The moonlight glowed softly upon Celandinepaw's wheat-hued pelt, like the moon incandensed into hot-white along short purls, and condensed upon pools of deep wildgrass eyes. If there was one time of the month that the former barncat looked forwards to the most, it was the one time where the clans forgot about their petty arguments and trivial spats. If only it could be like this all of the time. Wouldn't Starclan encourage that? I don't really know how they work. Maybe they like the fighting. The wheat-hued molly pondered as she slowly moved in tandem with Scorchstorm and Splinterpaw, whiskers twitching as she found herself lost in her own thought. At Scorchstar's command, she lifted herself out of her stupor, and keen ears soon returned to the cacophony of interwoven conversation. She slowly lowered herself down until her belly grazed the trodden grasses, allowing Bunnyglow to settle onto the floor. "No problem! Just 'cause you can't use your legs doesn't mean you shouldn't be excluded from the Gathering." The medicine cat apprentice shot Bunnyglow a cheeky smile as she released her from her shoulders, like her chipper words (as insensitive as they could be) were a lurid flame, a lambent smolder beneath the waves of tragedy. Still, she wondered if she should stay with the other, just out of virtue - and to make sure that no other cat tried to kick her while she was down. She'll be fine. She probably wouldn't appreciate me hovering over her like her mother. She had just about trotted to where the rest of the medicine cats sat until Hopepaw approached her, the other molly a welcome face among the swirling sea of faces and scents, even if the other wasn't yet a close confidante or friend yet. "Hi, Hopepaw! Windclan's been alright. Leaf-bare hasn't been the kindest to us, but we've been coping. How about Thunderclan?" The molly tilted her head, fictitious eyebrows in a slight furrow as she wondered if her curiosity had been misplaced. She knew of Thunderclan's tensions with Riverclan and Shadowclan, though she did not hear of their acerbic shared vitriol amongst the lulling tide of chatter.

𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧, 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 ( .☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁ ) 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗧, 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗡, 𝗢𝗛 𝗡𝗢

• OUT OF CHARACTER. Interacting with @HOPEPAW
  
  

  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★★★☆☆ ACHES — ★★★☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★★★☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★★ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★★☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  CELANDINEPAW & SHE / HER & 17 MOONS
  

  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild. Broad-shouldered and tall compared to her smaller clanmates, she stands out through a Windclan crowd.
  —— Outgoing and terribly saccharine, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan as one of their healers. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed. She also tends to follow her own personal code and will often go for a safe, painless option.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather spots Roeflame making her way through the crowd towards her. She shuffles her paws, no doubt she's noticed Figfeather in the position Twitchbolt usually sat in. She clears her throat once Roeflame is in earshot of her.

"Orangestar," A name that was no longer, but Figfeather would allow Twitchstar to share that news himself, tonight, "…is fine." She assures in advance, sensing the inevitable question on if SkyClan's former leader was okay.

She glances at the Great Rock where Twitchstar was, or would be, sitting. "Twitchstar is our leader now. He's appointed me deputy." She cannot concel the pride in her voice nor dim the excited glint in her eyes.

OOC: speaking w/ @ROEFLAME . others are free to join interaction​

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FIGFEATHER . ㅤBIOGRAPHY / TOYHOU.SE
✦ trans female (she / her) / pansexual, single
✦ 33 moons old / ages realistically, every 22nd of the month
✦ deputy of SkyClan
✦ Daisyflight x Raven / sire to Sangriaflight, Coffeesong
✦ mentoring Blizzard / mentored by Tallulahwing
✦ previously mentored Wolfpaw, Daisydrop, Oleanderpaw
✦ penned by ava / message av.a on discord for plots!

Figfeather is a bright yellow she-cat with golden tabby markings that swirl across her body. She has big, amber-orange eyes and angular ears. Prominent jowls dangle from her cheeks, rounding out the shape of her face. Her right hind leg is twisted, wrapped in a large, discolored, bumpy scar.

 

[Glowingsun.]

THE LIES YOU SUCCUMB TO
BLISSFULLY UNAWARE​

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glowingsun & 13 moons & female & she/her & thunderclan warrior ​

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Glowingsun stays quiet as she follows her clanmates to fourtrees - a familiar path by now, if not from her past gatherings then from recent hunting expeditions. She should be... excited, she thinks, to attend once again - and yet, her enthusiasm is as dulled as the rest of her ever since the battle for sunningrocks. Reality is cruel - and so, she has realised, is she. Head shakes, forcibly clearing her thoughts with a timid, half-hearted smile towards her sibling, before wandering away in the hopes of finding some peace. It's harder then she expects, and instead sh settles upon simply sitting away from some of the more boisterous cats, ears flattened as the bob-tail speaks. " Do you mind... if I sit here? " she asks tiredly, blinking at the shadowclan-scented tom.

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W E ' L L - A L W A Y S -B E -S O -P E R F E C T L Y- H A P P Y

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// briefly interacting with @shroudedbeam and then speaking to @STONESTRIKE

 

[Ternstar.]

SCORPION STING,
I DON'T WANNA BLEED​

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ternstar & 26 moons & female & she/her & leader of shadowclan

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★★★★★★★★★

—— ─ ─ Though Ternstar leads her clan into the clearing with head held high, anxiety fills her empty belly and leaves her heart thumping as swiftly as any rabbit. For once, she is grateful for the way her face remains blank, impassive - giving away none of her inner turmoil. eyes flick down to peer at her son, giving him a gentle nudge with her tail as she speaks, " Go and mingle, but keep your wits about you. The full moon is a night of truce... but that does not always mean the other clans will behave themselves. " That she expects better from him remains unsaid - though she doubts she needs to.

Head turns then, searching - frowning when the cat she seeks has yet to arrive. Windclan, it seems, is late - and tail taps impatiently where she settles in to wait. The reason why becomes clear soon enough, and though brow raises she simply strolls over to join the leader and her passenger. " Evening, Scorchstar. " she says, glancing at the molly beside her with another tail flick. " ... and I do not believe we have been introduced. "

She waits politely for instructions to conclude, before she speaks once more to the tortoishell - shoulders rolled back in her seriousness. " Would you spare me a moment, after the others have left for the night? There are things i believe we must... discuss, from one leader to another. " She will not begrudge the other company if she must, but it is not a conversation for just any ears.

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( TELL ME THAT I'M NOT LOST )

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. ݁₊ ⊹ Ternstar is a massive blue-silver tabby she-cat with an all white head and striking vibrant blue eyes. She is far from the kindest of cats, often cold and aloof - with a notable soft-spot for kits, and a rather dark streak for mischief. She is supposedly mates with Wormwatcher, and is parent to Rainbowpaw, Cornflowerpaw, and Ivorypaw. She is gifted in battle, and still maintains all nine of her star-given lives. ​

// interacting with @RAINBOWPAW and then speaking to @SCORCHSTAR and @bunnyglow

 

[CRABCHILL]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 He walks into the gathering feeling as though there is a target on his back. ThunderClanners stick out to him like glowing beacons of hatred, dappled in light and shrouded in shadow, and if he stares too long at their individual faces he swears he can see the malevolent spark in each of their eyes. Would they dare speak out against him here, in front of everyone at the gathering? Do any of the clans beside ThunderClan and RiverClan even know? He shoulders his way through the clearing, head down, doing his best to avoid making eye contact with anyone. If no one else notices him, the he can't possibly be the victim of their rage.

In his wandering, he veers directly into the orbit of someone else, and stops short suddenly, realizing that he's gotten himself wedged into a situation where he's forced to acknowledge them. "Hm," he grunts, dismissing the other without a second glance. At first, he plans to walk away, but the disapproving face of his mother flashes in his head. Would Iciclefang be disappointed if he refused to even speak to anyone at his first gathering as a warrior? He sighs, tail whipping with irritation, and turns back to face the other cat. "Who are you?" Unimpressed, he gives the stranger a once-over. He's never seen this cat before, as far as he knows; he doesn't even recognize the other tom from any other clan.

time to fight ˚𓆛˚｡ it’s time to ride

• ooc: interacting with @STONESTRIKE
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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. closed-off and unnaturally quiet.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang & stormywing ; brother to cragpaw & pinefrost
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[Newtpaw.]

MIND OUT OF ORDER
AND HEART ON MY SLEEVE​

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newtpaw & 09 moons & agender & they/it & riverclan apprentice ​

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━━ Newtpaw can't qute hide their excitement as they bound forwards, careful not to stray too far from Splashdance - at least, not yet. This is their... what, third gathering? Fourth? In all honesty, they've lost track already, with the sheer number of times they've been here - though the experience never feels any less exciting for the ginger-patched apprentice. Perks of having a lead warrior as a mentor it supposes - not that Splashdance would be any less cool even if she wasn't.

" Windclan is awfully late, arn't they? " the youth chatters idly, but doesn't bother to actually speculate further. As much of a gossip as Newtpaw is, there is always that off chance that something horribly, terribly, awful has happened to cause the delay - and momma' had always scolded them and said not to speak ill of others when they could not defend themselves. Still... it was strange, wasn't it? It hums to itself, gaze absentmindedly searching - they always like to find unfamiliar faces here, making new friends while they could.

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j u s t ━ t h a t ━ k i n d ━ o f ━ b e a u t i f u l ━ a n d ━ i m ━ h e l p l e s s

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// speaking to @splashdance

 

[Dayfern]

Dayfern

Status: Excited

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The lilac torbie excitedly weaves amongst her clanmates on the way to the gathering, every so often looking back at Scarpaw. She wondered if she could find the Windclanner from last moon's gathering? Or perhaps make a new friend? Gatherings were always so exciting for that aspect. As they arrived she separated from the rest of the clan, beckoning Scarpaw to follow her. "Can be overwhelming hm?" She remembers when she went to her first gathering, back then she was Daypaw and she had nearly ran back home before even crossing the tree-line upon seeing all the cats. "Lots of cats. Overwhelming yes..." She trails off as she scans the crowd of other clan cats, before jolting and turning back to Scarpaw. "Have fun. Make friends. Find me if issues. Will be near front." She liked sitting near the front. Last moon was to see the reactions to Thunderclan's news, this moon it's just because she wanted to.

Dayfern nudged Scarpaw to go mingle or join her sister, whichever she wanted, before turning and trotting to the front. On her way there she noticed a Skyclanner she recognized. He had been the one at the border when she took Scarpaw! With more of a pep in her step she sped off towards him. "Hello!" She blurted as she came to an abrupt stop in front of the other, dancing on her front feet in excitement, wiggling almost. "Know you! At border! Other day!" She couldn't remember his name though, how unfortunate. "Dayfern, you?" She lifts her paw to her chest when she says her name before tilting it towards him when she asks for his own name.
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Give me one reason why ☼────☼────☼ I should give up the fight

• OOC: Interacting with @SCARPAW briefly before finding and talking to @GREENEYES
• Dayfern - lilac ticked torbie/chocolate classic tabby chimera w/ low white ☼ She/Her ☼ Warrior of Thunderclan ☼ Penned by Snowy ☼ 26 moons
  ☼ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☼ "Speech"
  ☼ Thoughts
  
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

RACCOONSTRIPE

HE / HIM ◆ THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR

Raccoonstripe isn't far from Flamestar and Roeflame in ThunderClan's patrol. The silhouettes mingling below the slope descending into the clearing are near-bleached by the bone-white glow of the pregnant moon, and though he sees identifiable pelts clearly from his perch, he knows his son bears witness to none of it. "Don't get overwhelmed. It takes a seasoned warrior many moons before he can become accustomed to the scents of all the Clans in one place," he murmurs to Stormpaw, tail sweeping the grass behind them. "If you feel like you can handle it, you can mingle tonight. Otherwise, stick close. ShadowClan and RiverClan will be hostile, but it won't be anything you haven't experienced before."

He descends, his ears flicking forward; a single dark eye takes in the crowd with interest. Twitchbolt has led SkyClan here tonight, and Figfeather sits at the base of the Great Rock where the other deputies stand to represent their Clans. Raccoonstripe scours the clearing for any signs of Orangestar, but he sees no sign of her ginger-splashed white fur. Intrigue glints in his eye.

"You think she's dead? Is SkyClan turning into ShadowClan?" He speaks almost idly to the cat next to him, not realizing until it's too late just who it is he's talking to. A lean body, angular and shadowy, takes form in his periphery; Raccoonstripe's surprised expression melts into one of cheeky satisfaction. "Oh, it's you. Amberhaze, right? So what do you think happened to Orangestar?" His teeth flash in some rugged semblance of a smile.

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interacting first with @STORMPAW. and then with @Amberhaze ; open to other interactions :)

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Raccoonstripe is a lead warrior of ThunderClan. He has thick, silken black tabby fur interrupted by a stark white chin, chest, and belly. One ear is ripped to shreds; the paired eye is missing and scarred over. The other eye blazes golden-brown in direct sunlight. Two near-vertical scars slash across a milky chest. One forepaw is ivory; the rest are dark.

Gray Wolf x Howlingstar / sibling to Hollow Tree, Little Wolf, Cobwebtail, Lily Pad, Graystorm, Jackdawflight, and Berryheart / mate to Nightbird / father to Bayingpaw, Twilightpaw, Tigerpaw, Stormpaw, and Berrypaw
mentored by none / previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper, Scarletdust / mentoring Stormpaw
50 moons old as of 02/05/2025

penned by Marquette

 

[Silkpaw]

The clearing hums with life beneath the full moon's silver gaze. Silkpaw glides between groups of chattering cats, her pale fur sleek and gleaming, perfect, just as she intended. Her second Gathering feels different from the first; less intimidating, more like an opportunity to be known. Slowing near the edge of the crowd, sapphire eyes catch a flash of creamy fur. As she turns, her shoulder brushes theirs, just enough to warrant attention.

"Oh! Stars, I wasn't watching where I was going," The young apprentice says with a soft laugh. She steps back, lifting her chin as her almond eyes gleam with an easy smile. "Guess I'm a little distracted. All these faces, it's hard to keep track. You understand." Her gaze lingers on the older she-cat and she tilts her head, drawing in her scent. "SkyClan, right? I could tell. You've got that look! Very graceful." Her whiskers twitch with admiration. "I'm Silkpaw. WindClan." She dips her head, the movement fluid and polite but accompanied by a grin. "Second Gathering. Trying to make sure I meet all the interesting cats. Do you know Fawnpaw, then? We're good friends, him and I!" Okay, that might be a stretch, but it's quite true to her!

Silkpaw glances sideways at the gathering crowd, then back at the other apprentice, brushing her tail lightly against the ground. "So tell me, what's SkyClan been up to?" The question slips out with a grin, genuine interest shining within her gaze. After all, if one ever wants to charm, they should always act as if whatever the other cat says is the most important thing one will ever hear! And more than anything, Silkpaw wants to charm, to be adored. She shifts her weight with practiced ease, settling in comfortably. After all, a Gathering is only as interesting as the company you keep, and this pretty she-cat looks very interesting indeed!

// interacting with @FLUFFYPAW
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[Mizzlepaw]

"Did we really need to come?" He whispers to Edenberry, the mingling scents of the other four clans becoming rather dizzying. He supposes it would be good, to get to know the other clans from a different perspective. They only knew the clans from a perspective wrapped in shadows, he's certain that they smell too much like DuskClan. Unaware that he's subconsciously picking up on a scent laid dormant from sparse visits to a new territory. Did anyone else smell it? No- he was just imagining things surely. Spindly tail twitches and bristles in nerves, seeking out Berrypaw who had attended alongside her own mentor in an attempt to ground himself.

It would be good to separate himself, right? Not be so attached to a life he lived previously. To shed himself of that initial skin, embrace being a SkyClanner and what not. With a sigh he shakes his head to try and soften bristling fur "I-I'll try and talk to the other apprentices" he decides, unsure if that proclamation is meant for his mentor or more so for himself. Despite saying though he refuses to immediately leave, bumping his shoulder against Berrypaw's before taking the plunge. "Stay safe" he murmurs to them, even if he understands there's some kind of peace truce or something... One can never be too careful.

They hope that she will join them, it would be fine if he didn't but yet he keeps an eye out for a familiar pelt to enter his field of view. He can't just stand around and ask them to be with him all the time. In a way he seeks the familiar, maybe that's why his sight lands on another familiar pelt. One he only met once but one that carries the undeniable scent of the moors. "Hi- I uh.. I'm Mizzlepaw- Of SkyClan" he quickly adds on in case Vulturepaw recognises him. She didn't seem outspoken enough to cause a scene when they first met but what if that's a rouse? He doesn't want to be associated with old roots, but they could just be over thinking things.. Surely Vulturepaw has seen many cats and can't remember every face.

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• briefly talking with @edenberry ?! and @berrypaw | interacting with @Vulturepaw but open to others to join!
• MIZZLEPAW ✦ he/they, SkyClan apprentice, 8 moons.
  ✧ A small scrap of white and black fur with tireless energy.
  ✧ Son of Edenberry and Rumblerain || Brother to Berrypaw
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #dbcbed
  ✧ penned by Juice || ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[STONESTRIKE]

Tonight was cold. Not necessarily more than the other nights, he figured, but usually he was at least in a den for it. But tonight he'd prove himself as a valuable member of ShadowClan. He'd give a strong appearance, despite his obvious hunger. As much a victim of his own mind as anyone else, Stonestrike nearly startled upon almost walking into the other cat. He couldn't quite decern which clan he was from. The sheer number of mixed scents, and not to mention tracking wasn't exactly his thing, battle was his specialty. The other warrior's reaction was... confusing to say the least, though he tried his best to stay diplomatic. "I'm Stonestrike. I could say the same to you," he mewed with a quirk of a smile, "Who're you?" he returned the question smoothly. He sat, neatly curling his tail over his paws.

His confident facade nearly broke upon seeing the other warrior. She asked so gently, how could he possibly say no? "Uh- Yeah, of course," he mewed, scooting over the tiniest bit to give her room. She was beautiful, truly. Unlike anyone in ShadowClan. The brightness of her shone differently than of his own clanmates. He could tell she wasn't feeling the gathering, and that only seemed to make her more interesting to him. "And who're you?" he added. Stonestrike couldn't help but be drawn to her. The lack of scent distinguishability lent a paw in his infatuation.

killer in the mirrorㅤ ✧.* ˚ · .ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ02/05/2025

• ooc: interacting with @Glowingsun. and @CRABCHILL "speech"
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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ stonestrike. warrior of shadowclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  ╰┈➤ㅤamab tom, he/him | heterosexual, single
  ╰┈➤ㅤ12 moons old | ages every 3rd
  ╰┈➤ㅤwarrior, skilled in battle | mentoring none
  ╰┈➤ㅤSH lilac with low white
  ╰┈➤ㅤclose with Agaterain, Plumwhisker, Marbleleaf
  ╰┈➤ㅤwritten by Twitchtail/iliawonders, ic opinions | n/a‎

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[edenberry ?!]

"I promise you're safe here," they murmur in hushed tones to their anxious apprentice, casting a glance of glimmering emerald his way to make sure he doesn't look like he's about to claw the fur off the next cat that bumps into him. It is an overwhelming interaction... a parade of scents and faces that he very likely won't ever see again. But it's also a reminder... that it isn't just SkyClan and RiverClan and ThunderClan... there are groups that do not touch their borders, will seldom interact with them... but the forest doesn't end where they see the horizon.

They look towards the Great Oaks with a sort of bitterness, remembering how it felt to be Mizzlepaw's age... how excited they'd been to peel away from their mentor to make new friends. How swiftly it'd been proven in the months following that the peace of the Gathering was a facade not worth trusting. "Learning who the other leaders and deputies are is important... Besides... daylighters don't usually attend Gatherings. Absorb as much as you can," they encourage, never lifting their voice above a murmur to spare him some embarrassment. The last thing he needed was one of his peers to hear him being coddled by his mother.

He suggests he's going to excuse himself to socialize, which Edenberry encourages with a nod. They lift their head to search the formed crowd with a small exhale, pausing to examine the field with a sort of nervous contemplation. Now that they'd shooed the boy off... they had to lead by example too. Treading with trepidation, they swallow past the uncomfortable tightness forming in their throat at the scent of dampened fur and scaled prey. "RiverClan always looks so lovely," they compliment half-heartedly, lifting a paw to gently tap his side to grab the warrior's attention. "I'm Edenberry." Their lips pull taut into a forced smile, trying not to do him the dishonor of associating him with Otterbite so abruptly.

"Have you guys been able to catch fish still in this cold? I've been finding it hard to even catch a whiff of squirrel..."

-- briefly talking to @Mizzlepaw , interacting with @pebbletail

⟡₊ ⊹ you ll never be for me

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 22 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #ffffcc

 

[berrypaw]

༻✦༺ To stand in a clearing so full of other cats is unsettling. As she stalks into the heart of Fourtrees alongside her brother, Berrypaw's bicolored fur is raised into haphazard spikes, anxiety coursing through their slender frame. They can't help but to feel cornered, somehow, even in such a wide-open space—their back is hunched, head held low and entire spine tensed. They are ready to run, to fight, to do whatever it takes to get Mizzlepaw (and by extension, themself) out of here if any cats attack them. They had been told to keep their claws to themself here, that violence of any kind isn't allowed, but if they are attacked first… they've never cared about rules, anyway. They remain close to Mizzlepaw until the other apprentice touches their shoulder with his own, advising them to stay safe as he goes off to speak to other apprentices.

"Stay safe," they scoff under their breath, in a mockery of their littermate's hushed voice. Their dark tail lashes once, drifting close against Mizzlepaw's flank as if it could grab him, yank him closer to their side. But they could never hold their brother back, so they follow after him with shuffling, stiff pawsteps. It doesn't take long for her sibling to find someone to speak with, and she watches as they approach an unfamiliar cat who smells disgustingly familiar—the scent of the moor, of wind and wild grasses. The last time Berrypaw had gotten a whiff of WindClan's scent, it had been tainted with the scent of blood, both their own and their opponent's. They stiffen, hackles bristling, but the other cat doesn't seem to be on the offensive yet. "Berrypaw," they spit out after a moment, less forthcoming than their sibling. At least they've made an attempt, they rationalize to themself.

LIVE BY THE SWORD 𓆩✧𓆪 DIE BY THE SWORD

• ooc: interacting with @Mizzlepaw and @Vulturepaw
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• BERRYPAW ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ she/he/they, skyclan apprentice
  ☆ small white cat with a black dorsal stripe, black paws, and blue point markings fading up her forelegs. eyes are mismatched blue and green. very thin and covered in scars.
  ☆ child of edenberry and rumblerain ; sibling of mizzlepaw
  ☆ mentored by emberfall ; formerly mentored by rumblerain
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ☆ penned by foxlore

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