we're going nowhere fast ☁︎ gathering chatter

[hazecloud]

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Silvery fur ruffled as a chilly breeze crawled beneath her pelt, catching the molly off guard as she stepped into the grand clearing. Hazecloud tensed her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering and tried to shake the sudden cold off her shoulders. "Did you feel that, too?" She looked to her daughter with an embarrassed laugh. "I think leafbare's been sneaking around."

Hazecloud's gaze lifted to look across the open sky. The treetops gently swayed beneath twinkling stars- a perfect cloudless night, she's hopeful it will remain that way.

"I do wonder if any of the Clans have been effected by the river too... Can you find out for me?" Eveningpaw was kind enough, her prodding would only look innocent. It would be good information to hold if the floods caused the tide to turn, if opportunity arose as the forest grew colder and scarce of resource. In her brief scan of Fourtrees she counts another Gathering where a leader is unaccounted for, Sunstar's absence strange after seeing him so recently. Another Gathering spent with his sick mate, perhaps, she hopes.

"Don't be too nosy, though. I'll be right here if you find anything." With any luck she would be keen to discover something herself.

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

• talking to @EVENINGPAW but open to interactions! :)
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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

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[ROEFLAME .]

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The moons light spilt only a chill down the deputy’s spine as ThunderClan would arrive to the Great Oaks, both her apprentices in tow. “You two may mingle around tonight if you’d like, but don’t stray too far.” The cinnamon-silver warrior looks to both Dwindlingpaw and Dovepaw, an encouraging smile placed on her paw. Dovepaw was due to become a warrior in about a season now, and though the thought was still a jarring one for the mother, both of her apprentices had earned their share of freedom. Though, if they chose to stay close, Roeflame wouldn’t mind that either.

While she had attended countless gatherings throughout her life, many as a Lead Warrior, this would be her first one as ThunderClans deputy. The tabby supposed it was a mere title change, one step up in the traditional ladder, and making the promotion feel smaller helped greatly in shaking the sudden self-consciousness from the woman’s shoulders.

Hazecloud is the first to fall onto Roeflame’s radar, she knew the RiverClan deputy by name only, what better time to change that? “Hazecloud, right?” The tabby warrior greets as she approaches, offering the other molly a polite dip of her chin and confident grin “I’m Roeflame, ” a friendly equal under the sanctity of the full moon above, “how has Leaf-fall been treating you?”

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

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  — briefly interacting w/ @Dwindlingpaw @Dovepaw , talking with @hazecloud , but open to other 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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[downyfur]

How many times must WindClan stride into Fourtrees only in the guise of strength? The deposition of Sootstar, the fires and Sunstar's missing leg, and now the leader himself missing, his absence sanctioned by StarClan itself. She trusts Scorchstar's face to keep WindClan's secrets, but whether the scarred tortoiseshell would announce them was her decision alone. Her lonely presence itself is a blow to their mending image. Questions haunt the moor delegation: the leader might be forced to choose between lying that Sunstar had lost all his lives in one fell swoop, or admitting that he'd simply abandoned them. Neither boded well for WindClan's reputation.

Downyfur shivers a little with a sudden breeze. Being from treeless plains, one would expect her to be used to it already. Most of her time was spent in lightless, windless tunnels though, and at night she laid in the shadows of the larger bodies surrounding her. Seeking warmth in the crowd, she searches for a friendly face to talk to. "Hello," they meow at it. "I'm Downyfur." Their smile is pearly white in the moonlight.

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[iciclefang]

Iciclefang steps wearily into the clearing behind Hazecloud, her eyes bright with moonglow. Normally, the marbled warrior relishes the chance to tout her Clan's strength even in cooler seasons, but she is feeling the weakness RiverClan wears now. Her body has thinned, though not considerably, and her jaw is set grimly against a breeze that almost tastes of frost. "Leafbare approaches," she murmurs to Pinepaw beside her. It is not something Pinepaw hasn't heard before, but her daughter had been born in late newleaf, had only seen the sun and the river full of fish. No warning is too pragmatic, in Iciclefang's eyes.

She steers the younger tortoiseshell toward her, today. Pinepaw may have protested — she's nine moons as of today, after all, and she's more than capable of holding an appropriate conversation with an enemy clan on her own — but her daughter's last encounter with Stormywing at the Gathering had left a strange taste in her mouth.

And still, it is like destiny, like StarClan, tries to force them together. The stocky gray tabby steps clean into Iciclefang's path. She inhales sharply, almost choking on her breath; it is sharp like glass in her throat. "Stormywing." It is the closest they have been since before their final goodbye. Her scent is the same — and it is a testament to time and healing that it sends a ripple of repulsion through Iciclefang now, rather than dream-tinged longing.

She wears the scent of an enemy warrior. No more, no less. That is all she is. Iciclefang clears her throat. "Well. Long time no see. It's good to see ThunderClan looking strong again." Her eyes flicker toward the Great Rock, where Flamestar ascends. "How is your Clan recovering?"

She can't leave Pinepaw out of the inane chatter, though; she can feel Stormywing's golden eyes pull toward their daughter, and so, with an impatient sigh, Iciclefang nudges her closer. "Pinepaw. This is the cat you crashed into last time. Perfect opportunity to say hello the right way, wouldn't you say?"

And, stars, Crabpaw and Cragpaw are nearby too — when had they gravitated so close? She feels anxiety begin to prick at the bottom of her feet, but her smile remains polite and a touch glacial.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: planned interaction with @STORMYWING @Pinepaw ⭒ @CRABPAW @CRAGPAW :)
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 28 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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