WHATEVER YOU BECAME — full moon musings

[iciclefang]

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XXXXXThe moon is rising, silvering the harsh mountainscape they’ve begun to descend. Against the backdrop of ivory peaks, the sight is beautiful, but hauntingly lonely. Iciclefang lays on a cold, gravelly road, piercing snow-blue eyes taking in a sight she would never forget—and wondering about the cats she’s left behind, staring at that same moon. “The Gathering is tonight,” she says to no one in particular, sure more than just she is thinking about it. She turns to the nearest cat, her expression soft, smeared with nostalgia. “I wonder if they’re thinking we’ll come back tonight.”

XXXXXThe thought makes her paw pads prickle, but they have traveled far today, and their bodies no doubt ache with the collective exertion of the descent, of the grief they share over Little Wolf’s death and vigil. Iciclefang closes her eyes, exhaling—her breath plumes before her in a soft cloud. “What do you suppose is going on at the Gathering right now? Any arguing yet?” Her tone, brisk now, dry with amusement, accompanies a sly look through moon-silvered eyes.

XXXXXThe thought that there could be Clanmates not well enough to attend, ones that had been healthy when she’d left, leaves her colder than the chill in the air. Perhaps Cicadastar is bedridden—stars forbid, perhaps Smokethroat is, or Ravensong. Who would even be well enough to attend from RiverClan? Would her Clan be there at all?

XXXXXThe idea is haunting, but she does her best to retain her smile.

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[SCORCHSTORM]

It's a quiet night, and one of the first where Scorchpaw has allowed herself to feel the exhaustion in her bones and her paws. They've found the lungwort– and at the cost of Little Wolf's life. But they'd done it. They're no longer fighting (literal) uphill battles to find the cure that would save their Clans. She knows it isn't over– but StarClan, is she tired. So much fear and adrenaline has fueled her over the entire moon thus far; now that they've found the lungwort, it's like all of that exhaustion washes over her in a single crash.

The Gathering is tonight. Iciclefang's soft voice rings clear in the silent night. The flame-licked tortie turns to her, dual-toned eyes owlish and blinking, processing that she is the molly's new conversation partner (though, really, she isn't sure the RiverClanner felt so committed). The thought of the Gathering is one that sounds pleasant at first; she longs for the company of the Clans, longs to see Badgermoon at Sootstar's side– until she realizes that isn't what she would return to. Her daydream sears her quietly, though the wispy smile she wears withers at its corners in an obvious way. Still, she doesn't want to turn down a chat; she can't let Badgermoon's betrayal hurt her forever.

Absently, Scorchpaw glances around for @Cherrypaw before returning her focus to Iciclefang. "I hope not," she murmurs, tail flicking. I hope there's cats there at all. "I hope they're getting along. Like we are." It must be wishful thinking; but she wishes nonetheless.

𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐈 𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐆𝐄 ✧ 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿

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  — scorchkit . scorchpaw
  — she/they ; apprentice of windclan
  — short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by giinya, signature by raphaelion
  — penned by meghan

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[FIGFEATHER]

The WindClan apprentice’s naive wish is enough to make Figfeather laugh as she picks up her pace from behind. ”That’s cute.” She mrrows, a wide grin spreading across her face. ”I can practically hear them from where we are now. I’m not sure there’s ever been a gathering without an argument to be made.” She looks at Iciclefang, a similarly aged calico, for agreement.

Figfeather remembers her very first gathering as a warrior, Blazestar had announced her warrior name to all. It’d be difficult to forget that humid night… shockingly enough, that had been a gathering with minimal fighting… Thank the stars. ”They’re probably getting ansty… This marks a moon since we’ve left.” Oddly enough it feels like it’s been longer… She can’t wait to be home.​

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Orangestar]

// mobile

"It feels like it's been longer." Orangeblossom rumbles, her ears flicking. The moonlight here is different, harsher yet somehow softening the features of her journey-mates in the vapid light. Figfeather's honey-gold pelt in particular turns sallow in the gleam, nigh ghostly despite the vibrant glimmer in her eyes. Though she doesn't say as much outright, Orangeblossom agrees; of course the Clans would be bickering under the moonlight. What about, however, makes the deputy deeply curious. Had a cat slipped up regarding Badgermoon? Had Smogmaw been dethroned in his absence? Had Sootstar replaced her medicine cat yet again? Orangeblossom thinks of Dandelionwish, seething in the presence of the prisoner who had caused them both such grief, and can't help but wonder if the gentle tom had made good on his rage.

"I wonder if we've any new warriors to be named." She muses to the younger Clan cats instead of voicing her thoughts, folding her paws beneath her. She can think of a couple of probationary SkyClanners, but surely they'd need at least one more moon for Blazestar to consider their skills up to scratch. To her Clanmates specifically, she adds: "Sootspritespark's kittens are four moons now, right? She'll be thrilled to leave the nursery without having to ask."

 

[Flamestar]

The ever present moon in the sky was hard to miss tonight. It was as full and round as ever, marking exactly one moon since their departure from their homes. As she looked upwards, she felt a wave of homesickness wash over her. I hope they aren't expecting us to return tonight... she thought to herself, envisioning her mate and son's figures, anxiously waiting for their arrival. She couldn't recall the last time Falconpaw had attended a gathering...she wondered if he had tonight. "They are probably arguing over who accidentally breathed across someone's border already." she added lightheartedly. Amidst her attempt at joking, it was obvious that her mind was currently elsewhere.

How many clanmates have we lost since we left? the lead warrior wondered. Owlear, Cloudyfur...had they succumbed to the sickness? Her stomach twisted at the thought that her former apprentice could be gone when they return home. Please don't let this trip have been for nothing. she prayed silently, her gaze remaining at the sky. ​

★ born to find that great unknown

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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
  — 25 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse
  — funny guy art by waluigipinball​

 

[FERNGILL]

Arguing. It was a pessimistic conclusion to reach, even if it was adorned with good humour, and though Fernpaw liked to think that they were at least attempting to get on a little bit better, he knew that they probably weren't. It'd be the same stuff as ever, just with less cats there... a stifled laugh shuddered behind his smiling maw as he joined the group. The moon looked like an owl's eye, white and unfathomable, fuelled by the forces of StarClan.

"It does, doesn't it?" Orangeblossom was pretty wise, Fernpaw had concluded- he often found himself agreeing with her. In the short lull of silence his mind wandered to those he had left behind. How was Ravensong? Probably overworked. Sablepaw? It might be something else, now- Sablefrost, Sableclaw. The fact he might not be there to see her warrior ceremony shot a pang of sadness through his heart, like fragments splintering from shattered ice.

A sigh that felt too heavy for his small form to hold heaved out of him. "It might be... nerve-racking for them. To have to just wait. At least we know we're coming home." They don't. Had any of them lost hope? Had all of them lost hope?​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[hazecloud]

It's deliberate, the way Hazecloud directed her thoughts across a more hopeful, lighthearted path. Like the rest of them the molly spent agonizing hours of their day worrying for their home, ready to return to their borders and cure their families. The moments of peace in between have become just that, short-lived breaths of relief right until the next trial confronted them.

The full moon had lifted itself high above the trees. Round and bold as it traced across a silvery pelt. Her eyes glance around for someone to share the beauty with before focusing her gaze down at her paws. She was hesitant to speak as she didn't want to attract any attention, any looks made her way. Orangeblossom spoke of new warriors being named and she thought of Willowroot and Poppysplash's kittens. Would this be their fourth moon already? Cicadastar would be making them apprentices now, making her wonder who their mentors could be.

I hope no one's had to juggle three at a time now.

"A gathering at all means enough are safe to have one at all." A gentle reminder to herself and whoever was close enough to hear her murmur. ​

 

[SLATESNARL]

Hmph. The ThunderClanner had a point; the clans always found something to bicker about. Who knows, maybe a new war has been declared in the time of their absence. Would WindClan finally discover the truth about Badgermoon? Was Blazestar still keeping the former deputy prisoner? If he were smart, he'd get rid of them quickly.

The Maine Coon flicked his tail, his gaze idly lingering on the pale sphere against the night sky. "Hope we're not missin' out on too much drama. I wanna be there when lightning finally strikes down that crazed bat." The lead warrior snorts in direct reference to Sootstar. Not even for a moment does he consider other WindClanners present; he was never here to make friends, and he would never spare any sympathy toward cats who, in their right mind, supported Sootstar's tyranny.

✰ INFO

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  ✰ SLATE
  —— he/him; lead warrior of skyclan; former rogue
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[GREENEYES]

Had it been a moon already?

A malachite gaze shifts, moving to look up at the night sky. It isn’t hard to find the moon - bright and round in fullness, lighting up the evening more than it had just days before. Greeneyes can’t believe it’s been that long since they’d left for their journey, since he’d said his final farewells to his apprentice and his best friend. But at the same time, it feels like it’s been longer, like the journey’s party has been living with one another for seasons.

“The last gathering might’ve been the first without an argument,” he muses at Figfeather’s words, a grin on his own face, even as he remembers the somber night, “Or, well — up until we left, I guess.” He wouldn't be surprised if the Gathering turned for the worse after that.

Orangeblossom’s words leave him imagining the apprentice den, the faces he’d seen within it as he’d gone to gather Falconpaw. Were any of them old enough to become warriors? He doesn’t think so, but the full moon above them means Falconpaw is one moon closer to earning his own name - Greeneyes hopes they come back before then, hopes he isn’t gone so long that he misses his own apprentice’s warrior ceremony. He looks to his deputy as she continues, and he can’t help but laugh. Was Sootspritespark even asking to leave in the first place?

“We’ll have to expand the apprentice den, at this rate —” he hums, as he silently tries to take a headcount of SkyClan’s apprentices. Were they… were they all still there? Still alive, still training?

He doesn’t get to dwell on the fearsome thought for long before Slate’s words hit his ears, his own snort echoing the mention of drama, a memory of lightning strikes upon the gathering. Though Greeneyes had been there to witness the terrifying sight, part of him doesn’t want to miss out, if something like that happens again.

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Warrior of SkyClan
  — Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  — Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — Among SkyClan's first born, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.

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[Magpiepaw]

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"...Starlingheart's kits will be apprentices now. I wonder if they went to the gathering..." He adds to Orangeblossom's comment, curiously realizing that he would have the medicine cat den back to himself with his mentor and not have to share it with the mewling menaces that were her children.
His first time at the gathering had been as a normal apprentice, where he met Lichenpaw and Cottonpaw and they sat and chatted for most the night, he couldn't even remember what news was shared - he'd been too invested in his new friends. He hoped they were both well.
"...the gathering is probably boring or loud again...I wonder why Chilledstar even goes, they never seem to like it." The medicine cat apprentice says, rising to stand with an awkward wobble as he clears his throat and waves a paw, his voice deepening from its usual sing-song tone to a mockery of...someone, though it became clear who, "Um, ShadowClan is doing well tonight or whatever I guess. Tch, the rest of you are super annoying. WindClan especially.." He turns, finds @SCORCHPAW and wrinkles his nose at her as if angry before showing his teeth in a smile and sitting back down with a goodnatured shrug, "...well, that's how I imagined it went..." He wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't exactly how it went down actually. His leader was probably going to be the one to introduce a code to the clans that made the gathering optional.

————— ⸸ looks like the stars won't shine much longer ———— ⸸ so give me your hand

• OOC can go here.
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  Magpiepaw
  —⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
  —⊰⋅ He/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
  —⊰⋅ penned by Rai
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

✦ A whole moon.

Hailstorm is almost surprised at the thought of it as he lays nearby the other Thunderclanners and perks up at Iciclefang's words about the gathering, he had been there once and it was when they were all sent off to the journey that was almost near its end or he hopes so. But just by hearing everyone else's experiences is enough to make his scarred snout crease in the slightest though its uncertain if it's from being unimpressed by the leaders arguing or amusement at the thought itself. He's laying on his back with belly facing the air continuing to idly listen and it seems like Sootstar isn't the most favored given Slate's harsher words and couldn't help but snort quietly at what Magpiepaw says pretending to be Chilledstar.

He rolls onto his belly and tucks his legs under his body unsure if he wishes to contribute to the conversation or listen to everyone else. "It... Shouldn't be long before we're back home." Hailstorm finally offers in a hopeful tone, he didn't wish to be up in the mountains any longer. He already wishes he could be home and potentially curl up comfortably to sleep for an entire moon. Howlingstar would drag me out by the ears, the snowy warrior thinks to himself.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 48 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 15 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​

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A snort leaves his lps before he can stop it, lips twitching in amusement. No truer words ahve ever been spoken he thinks - has there ever been a gathering without at least one scuffle? From shadowclan apprentices shouting out insults to bolts of lightning narrowly missing the windclan leader, each and every one he recalls as being eventful. Paws carry him over to join the others, frail form hunched and huddled against the biting cold. Perhaps someone will share their warmth - if only.

Slates words catch him off guard yet again -and oh dear. He shouldn't laugh, he really shouldn't, but he almost does - instead managing to keep it to only a wheeze as he hides his face in his tail, knowing well that he finds such a thought to be a relief but cannot show it, not even here. Of course, they'll never be so lucky. Certainly, sootstar must be starblessed, else why would she still reign so much terror over the forest territories, even his own home.

"I w-wonder if Brightshine h-has had her k-kits yet - even more p-paws running around th-the camp," he adds softly once he's contained himself, blinking slowly. The nursery will forever be a place of comfort to him, where little eyes see him only as another of windclan, and not the son of a traitor, too weak and too soft for the clans ranks.

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
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  tw/cw: —
  
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  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account