camp THE MOON WANES // gathering announcement

[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR ♀​

Sootstar stands at the exit of the gorse tunnel, twilight has fallen upon the clans and if they left now they’d get to fourtrees right on time. This was a gathering Sootstar didn’t look particularly forward to, after all their loses she expects Cicadastar and Chilledstar will rub it in her nose… she’s prayed- to who? She doesn’t know, that she’ll retain the strength to keep her maw shut. Raising her voice to be heard over the strong gales she yowls, ”If your name is called, step forward to attend the gathering! Bring your apprentice if you see fit.” In the crowd she finds @BLUEPAW and dips her head to the young cat, she may attend this gathering with WindClan. ” @Bluepool , @SCORCHSTREAK , @cygnetstare , @GHOSTWAIL , @>Twigwhisper and Bunnypounce. You will join @Badgermoon , @VULTUREMASK and I this gathering.” She quiets, giving them a few moments to prepare. // this is open to all ! Just a fun thread to react to being chosen or not chosen!!

 

[SUNNVAR]

Each name listed, and not one of them is his own– unease grows with each one of them, and by the end of the list he has grown stiff with something between worry and displeasure. It is not something he will speak of. He knows better than to doubt Sootstar's choices. Most of them are tunnelers. Perhaps it was a conscious choice. Had she chosen to leave their defenders here, should the other clans choose this time to strike? Or were her warriors too much of a disappointment to attend with the losses they had sustained? The latter is a burning thought and one Sunstride does all in his power to swallow. Though his wounds are deeply unpleasant the idea of her displeasure is far more so. That he might be blamed for her own kin's mistake– that, especially, he cannot allow on his face.

"Give Cicadastar my regards," he murmurs, dipping his head to the preparing group.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES REFERENCE 05.28.2023 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: ic opinions ofc,,, paranoid arc

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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, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  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.

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[cedarbark.]

❝ I DON'T WANNA HURT EM' ✧°.☀ ————————————
The gathering. He gnawed on his cheek- Cedarbark had stayed behind for the battle, and he was now staying behind for the gathering. No matter. He inhaled quietly, before a thought struck him. His brother. The moor-runner shifted his vision, looking through the crowd for the smaller tunneler. Cedar pushed to his paws, padding to his target and brushing his pelt against Twigwhisper's. A lowered voice, murmuring encouragement to his kin. "Don't have too much fun. Travel safely." He then settled down, allowing Twigwhisper to bother him as much as his heart could desire before departing.

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[penned by dallas - ☀]

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

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[► BUNNYPOUNCE.]

RUN RABBIT, RUN RABBIT, RUN RUN RUN
bunnypounce | 23 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold hotpink

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It's a rare enough sight to spot bunny outside of the tunnels - even rarer still for her to leave the saftey of the moors. Wide eyes blink and leg thumps nervously as her name is called - the world outside windclan is very scary after all. She still recalls the snarling hungry creatures she'd encountered within the twolegplace and the woods upon her escape - what if she runs into one of them now? But... she is not alone, and to be picked to go is a great honor. "Hm... is was wondering what is like at the gathering," she murmurs to herself absently. Yes - it is a great opportunity - she should be happy! Once her thoughts have been gathered and all sorted out, the woman gives a lopsided grin, pink eyes glittering in the dusk light. At least there is no angry sun to be wary of - only nice cool moonlight.

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[Mouseflight]

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ | Mousepaw knew that the gathering was going to be soon, any cat that wasn't a kitten should know after all, and like most cats that were slowly gathering towards Sootstar, Mousepaw was hoping that he would hear his name called as one of the ones that was allowed to go. Ears pricked as each of the tunnelers were called, they'd flick back for a moment when his name wasn't called, a small puff of air leaving his nostrils as he let out an upset noise before standing up and walking a bit away from the small crowd. He'd watch them leave, make sure no one somehow injured themselves on the way out he decided. Would hate to have a cat have to be replaced because they couldn't show up.​

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[>Twigwhisper]

— The skinny brown tabby would pad along with the gathered cats, excepting to see both or one of his brothers off.. But that's not what happens. His little heart would seize in his chest and his lung would struggle for a moment to do their job. Had the breeze been this strong earlier? Twigwhisper's ears would lower against his skull, he knew gatherings were supposed to be peaceful but they really weren't on peaceful terms with everyone. The fur along his body would twitch at the touch of another to his side and he'd turn his head to see Cedarbark. The smallest of the brothers would give a breathless, quiet chuckle. "Ooh, don't you worry about that." He'd whisper before gulping down a nervous breath of air. His eyes would flicker to the felines that Sootstar had chosen before realizing he had seen them all in the tunnels before. An alarmed look of paranoia would flash to either of his brothers but he didn't know what else to communicate before moving forward with the others, his tail shaking like a newborn stag trying to stand. — tags​

 

[Bluepool]

Like most of her clanmates, she does not miss the fact that most of the cats who would be in attendance for this gathering were tunnelers, with only a couple of moor runners scattered into their partly group. Still, the amount of tunnelers in their party did little to drag down her mood, frankly she didn't really care. It was more of an observation if anything else. She was excited to be among the chosen and she dips her head to her sister gratefully before turning to Scorchstreak and flashing the patchwork molly an excited smile. She was a queen, still nursing her brood, but she was also a part of her sisters council, same as her, and she was glad she was able to go at the same time as her. 'Give Cicadastar my regards' she vaguely hears Sunstride say and she lets out a small huff of laughter. If the gathering was not a time of peace she would give Cicadastar much more than simple regards. "I'll make sure to pass along the message" she says knowingly. If only she could sink claws into that black and white pelt she would... Him and his little pet too.

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[Badgermoon]

It would be good to attend the Gathering this moon, even if he was not excited to hear the RiverClan and ShadowClan leaders' remarks on their recent tussles with WindClan. Badgermoon gave a small grumble of acknowledgement as Sunstride made reference to the dreadful River King, amusement crossing his face as Bluepool responded. The yellow-eyed tom noted Mousepaw's disappointment and Twigwhisper's anxiety, rattling-tail and all, as well as the fact that most of the chosen warriors were tunnelers. Giving them some time in the fresh air. Badgermoon thought with approval. The more time spent underground, the crazier a cat became, in his humble opinion (which was not so humble at all). "Get ready." he'd mrow in a firm, though not displeased, tone to @SNAKEPAW - the boy had recovered enough from his fox encounter that he should be able to make the trip to Fourtrees. Perhaps seeing other Clans would make him more fond of his own Clanmates.​

 

[cygnetstare]

Over the howling prairie winds, the familiar feminine yowl of Sootstar rose; with the sweet cover of twilight lowering, Cygnetstare creeps from whatever pool of shadows in which she'd been lurking and joins the throngs of moor cats. Ah, Gathering announcements—the chimera couldn't recall the last time they'd attended one, if ever. Strong as their memory might serve in mapping tunnels and memorizing scents, it oft seemed to fail when placing events in clean linear time. Sometimes she felt as though she'd forgotten something quite important; she brushes the thought off like water off a river beast's back, likely a forgotten task or something of that ilk.

The thin shriek of wind-lashed grasses and the intense shrieks of the gales themselves cannot disguise their name's syllables unmistakably spilling from the dark-furred leader's jaws. Cygnetstare slinks oily and snakelike to join the small group of attendees forming. Low growls emit from Clanmates, many of them aimed at the eel-beast that rules the waters; the tunneler holds no lost love for the other Clans, but she does not possess the same all-consuming poison for the patchwork thing that holds the river-beasts' crown. No, her gravedirt hatred is reserved for the foul flatlander swamp-beasts, dredged in sickly sweet infections painted in greasy muck—but she must keep it in check, for the Gathering is sanctioned by those beyond the veil as a sacred time. Cygnetstare waits pale and vacant for direction, wondering what it will be like to speak to the beasts off of the battlefield, not that she graces it often. She offers only, "Ayuh. Best hope the eel beast keeps his jaws shut."
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[SCORCHSTAR]

Scorchstreak had missed the last gathering due to her pregnancy, and since her promotion to lead warrior she’s been anticipating this. So when Sootstar calls her name among those who will go along to this month’s gathering, the calico raises her chin to smile at her leader. She tips her head to glance at Bluepool—already casting a smile at her—and flicks her ink-blotch tail in the other she-cat’s direction. "This should be fun," she says, and it’s conversational, flat, but she truly is excited. WindClan will not arrive to the gathering cowering like fools; no. They will arrive at the gathering with heads held high, with some of their fittest tunnelers filling their ranks.

An open question to anyone listening, the calico murmurs, "I’ve not been before. What are gatherings normally like?" Briefly, she wonders if she should take one of her kits along with her, a show of how much WindClan is growing; no. Never. Her kits will not first meet the other clans in a time of truce. They will remain in camp tonight, watched over by Curlewnose. This is the best place for them to be.​

[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[HOUNDTHISTLE]

"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​

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He's finally got enough healing to wander around camp, though anything else, currently, is off the table. He's so far fallen into the gorse wall, a few heather bushes that had grown uncomfortably close to his nest, a few clanmates here and there, and even the tallrock itself-that one he more or less fell against after his paw hit a stick an apprentice had left in camp. Quite annoying. Given this seeming instance of weakness, he assumed he wouldn't make it to this gathering-the pleasure the Shadowclan mongrels would get from seeing him reduced to almost a kit would likely send Sootstar into her own frenzy and lead to Houndthistle marking as a new moorland territory marker. And, of course, he is right. But still, he lumbers up, head swiveling carefully to keep his paws from hitting anything or from stumbling into others, and seats himself next to Scorchstreak as she wonders aloud about gatherings.

"Frustratin'," He responds, voice low as he turns his head to her smaller form, "All our enemies in one spot, schemin' 'n brushin' pelts together... It's a recipe fer disaster." He remembers when he and Gravelsnap went to one, the tension in his form after Dandelionwish's exile only made worse as he gazed at the snake pit from the underground itself. There was no telling what anyone said was true and all the political mumbojumbo only made his head hurt. So many niceties he had to force.

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OOC CURRENT STATS INTERACTION RULES

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• Physical Health
  
  57%
  ⤷ left eye is blinded, deep bite wound and claw marks in chest, stomach, face, and shoulders.
  Mental Health
  
  98%
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  Single | Bicurious | Not actively looking | Interested in none currently
  
  Houndthistle is both an easy one to gain the trust of and impossible to gain the trust of. He'll rarely reveal personal information or be vulnerable-if he's even capable of such things-but he will show trust in his willingness to lay his life down. To gain it, he needs evidence that you're loyal and strong, same as him, otherwise he understands he may one day have to come head to head with you.
  
  — will start fights / will not flee / will not show mercy
  — excels at Fighting, Tracking, Following Orders, Intimidation
  — poor at climbing, swimming, stealth, talking, strategy, politics
  — sounds like: deep, gravelled and thick with a sort of country accent / Arthur Morgan
  — smells of iron, leather, and wood
  — speech is #435E75

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[RATTLEHEART]

Sootstar's strong voice above the breeze was enough to make Rattleheart's pelt stand on end, briefly worried that her call would mean they were charging into yet another battle in their already weakened state. Thankfully, it only took a moment for her words to overtake the worries in his mind, a soft rumble of acknowledgement coming from his chest when he realized what was going on - the gathering. Right. He hadn't been to one yet, but he didn't consider that to be too much of a negative in all honesty. The last thing he wanted at the moment was to have to face both Riverclan and Shadowclan as they inevitably gloated over their recent victories. In fact he almost felt bad for those that were going, hoping that Sootstar would give enough of an impressive speech to put the other clans in their place for a while.

There's no ache in his chest to not hear his own name called, but there is some apprehension when he recognizes his own sister's name among the throng of chosen cats. He knew that Scorchstreak could handle herself just fine, but could the other clans truly be trusted to keep the peace? His sister was strong, but not invincible - not blessed by Starclan in the way that someone like Sootstar was. If there really was some kind of attack, would she make it out alright? There was a certain uneasy churning in his gut as he came up on the opposite side of Scorchstreak from Houndthistle, pressing lightly into his littermate's space so that their pelts brushed together. "Be careful, yeah? I know these things are supposed to be peaceful, but I trust the other clans about as far as they could make it in our tunnels." He intentionally keeps his voice low, not wanting to embarrass Scorchstreak over his own, probably unnecessary worries.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[EAGLEPAW.]

WHEN A HEARTBREAK, NO IT DON'T BREAKEVEN​

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they liked gatherings because the chance to meet other cats. it was a bit harder to talk to other clans with a constant target on their back but eaglepaw liked making friends. they couldn't help it. but they managed to just do what they could when they could. watching the cats gather, they don't speak up yet. it wasn't like they had anything to really say. they weren't going.

"be safe, please."

the honeyed words come from them, and they only nod their head with respect. there wasn't anything else for them to do. they could only pray that they would be okay.
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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — This would most likely be Snakepaw's last gathering before earning his warrior name, when he'd lose the privilege of accompanying Badgermoon on every single visit to Fourtrees. There, he intended to make the most of this night and whatever it had to offer. Hopefully it wouldn't be boring.

He joined the departing party, giving a glance toward the others who had not been chosen to attend. A smug look is directed toward the clanmates he's not particularly fond of. Snakepaw hoped that something juicy and dramatic would happen just so that he could rub it in the face of the cats who weren't there! "Hmph."​

 

[GHOSTWAIL]

Called to attend the Gathering.... The phantom of WindClan flicks an ear in acknowledgement, only a flicker of emotion crossing her joker-marred face. It is an honor in its own way, a chance to represent WindClan alongside her queen, but the she-cat knows better than to be excited. Half of WindClan is indisposed, the other half dim - the chosen are of the few that are available rather than acceptable. Still, Ghostwail bends her neck to give her chest a few perfunctory licks. Might as well be presentable amongst the rabble and ruin.​

- you call for peace when it suits you​