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Post by Sand on Jul 21, 2020 9:58:35 GMT -5
into the wild fourtrees & moonstone "That rustling noise? It's the branches of the Four Great Oaks. This is the hollow where the clans gathered every full moon." — Tigerstar on Fourtrees in Battles of the Clans, page 91 directory { ✤ } post one - directory, gathering information, & credit { ✤ } post two - links & clan information { ✤ } post three - save
gathering information Our first Gathering will be on 02/8/2020 lasting all day. Below are the list of cats from their respective Clans that will be attending. Each member will be allowed to bring one of their characters
RiverClan - Cloudstar, Otterheart, Loonfur, etc. ShadowClan - Batstar, Mossynose, Minksneeze, etc. SkyClan - Squirrelstar, Poppystorm, Echoflower, etc. ThunderClan - Rainstar, Sundapple, Cottonfang, etc. WindClan - Teaselstar, Sparrowtuft, Rabbitfoot, etc.
Our first Medicine Cat Gathering DD/MM/YY at hh:mm am/pm time zone. Below are the list of cats from their respective clans that will be attending.
Loonfur of RiverClan Minksneeze of ShadowClan Echoflower of SkyClan Cottonfang of ThunderClan Rabbitfoot of WindClan credit { ✤ } Into The Wild - would not be a forum wide role-play without the help of the following members: { ✤ } ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 for the graphics and the coding, which was edited by Sand .
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Post by Sand on Jul 21, 2020 10:00:27 GMT -5
links RiverClan - ShadowClan - SkyClan - ThunderClan - WindClan Role-play Rules - News & Plot Discussion - Role-play Information The Borders - Fourtrees & Moonstone clan information Owners and role-play moderators along with the cats who are in high positions are listed here. To access a clan's thread, please check out the links section above. { ✤ } RiverClan - clan owner is Feathertalon , role-play moderator is mimikyutie Leader - Cloudstar (Feathertalon) Deputy - Otterheart (Stitch) Medicine Cat - Loonfur (Mimikyutie)
{ ✤ } ShadowClan - clan owner is 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 , role-play moderator is lazy penguin Leader - Batstar (Smore) Deputy - Mossynose (Blaze) Medicine Cat - Minksneeze (lazy penguin)
{ ✤ } SkyClan - clan owner is ☾ѕησσzє☽ , role-play moderator is ᴏᴡʟ Leader - Squirrelstar (Snooze) Deputy - Poppystorm (Owl) Medicine Cat - Echoflower (Cyn)
{ ✤ } ThunderClan - clan owner is ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 , role-play moderator is Ivyfalcon Leader - Rainstar (Rainleaf) Deputy - Sundapple (Ivy) Medicine Cat - Cottonfang (Drea)
{ ✤ } WindClan - clan owner is Leapkit , role-play moderator is Blaze ♡ Leader - Teaselstar (Leapkit) Deputy - Sparrowtuft (Sand) Medicine Cat - Rabbitfoot (Wonderful Alexander)
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Post by Sand on Jul 21, 2020 10:08:32 GMT -5
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 2, 2020 13:22:11 GMT -5
»𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣« »𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕊𝕜𝕪ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟 //𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤« The sky was dark as the leader approached, she had prepared to be the first clan at the gathering, watching the fourtrees ahead. She silently thanked StarClan that this was at night and not during the day, at least the heat would be lesser as they stood still, waiting. Why was she waiting? She looked over her own clan for a few heartbeats, regret sinking into her stomach. She should have spoken to them more beforehand, shouldn't she? Either way, what was going to happen was going to with or without their opinions. Hopefully they had enough honor to fight her during the gathering. They could complain all they wanted once they reached the camp when she announced it to the others that couldn't attend.
She finally took off running forward, letting them follow after her. She wouldn't have time to speak to any warriors from the other clans, instead she would be focused on talking with Batstar, Cloudstar, Stagstar, and Dawnstar. She couldn't wait to see the leader of Thunderclan, he had taken her life inbetween the two gatherings and she had left him with a nasty scratch. She hoped it had left a scar on him, still bitter about the whole 'killing her' thing. Once she reached the center of the gathering she jumped atop the large rock, taking her spot in the center. It still felt like unfamiliar territory for her to be standing her. Only three moons before had she been standing in the clearing alongside her fellow warriors. Her eyes shifted to Poppystorm, perhaps she should have discussed this with her. Though, in regards to this decision it was hers alone to make even if the deputy didn't agree with it.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Aug 2, 2020 13:41:32 GMT -5
fourtrees ; with anyone;
This was not Startledpaw’s first gathering – he had been introduced two moons ago, right after he had become an apprentice, to the moon-bright eye of the other clans. His fur looked blue in the moonlight. The ruffles cast shadows across his body; stripes of pale light accenting his natural smoky barring. The apprentice shivered despite the wet Greenleaf heat. Startledpaw was not disposed towards anxiety, but a stew of excitement and nerves fluttered in his chest. He felt like he had swallowed butterflies. Or, a leaf-full of caterpillars which had erupted into a mass of monarchs tumbling towards his mouth.
He would not be sick at the gathering. Nope. That’s not Startledpaw. He would keep all the butterflies within his mouth; all of him tucked inside himself. Startledpaw was a proper tom, if you loosen the definition of proper to the vague shape of a question mark in which all things could fit. He was a tom in flux, personality gravitating towards whatever interested him at the moment. Startledpaw was young. Youth was like that. He was trying to decide which Startledpaw he was going to be at the gathering, when the dim arch of Fourtree’s appeared high before him.
SkyClan, it would seem, was the first clan to arrive. Squirrelstar, formerly at the head of her tribe, ran forward to take her place on the High Rock. She was the only SkyClan leader Startledpaw had ever seen there, and it seemed to mold itself to her form. The young tom blinked up at the mottled she-cat in star-blinded reverence. Hailfur, who was not his mentor but who nosed around the apprentices more than most cats, probably because he was mad he didn’t have an apprentice, talked highly of Squirrelstar. Most SkyClan warriors did. Startledpaw had absolute faith in her. Faith as strong as the seemingly inborn trust he had in StarClan. He was religious about it.
Because there were no other clans to talk to right now, the young tom let his gaze drift among his clanmates. He wished that Asterpaw were here. She was a constant source of entertainment. She always was by his side, enabling his stupid escapades and laughing at his equally stupid jokes. When she wasn’t here, the tom felt bare. As if his bones were showing. He had to find a substitute for her company, and fast.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 14:51:20 GMT -5
- - - Batstar of ShadowClan [for everyone so?]
Even with the cool, dark blanket of the night, the heat still hummed around her as Batstar pushed forward towards her destination.
This would be her fourth gathering as leader of ShadowClan and quite frankly, she couldn’t wait to get it over with. It was nothing personal, Batstar simply didn’t enjoy this much socialization, especially with the other clans. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, she just...didn’t care for them either.
Leading her clan into Fourtrees, Batstar quickly took note of the cats already there. The scents of the other clans were faint, indicating that they hadn’t arrived yet, however the stench of SkyClan was almost overwhelming.
Of course, Batstar didn’t have anything against SkyClan, in fact it was one of the clans that ShadowClan interacted with the least. Being on the other side of the Thunderpath had left ShadowClan secluded from the other clans, with their main interactions coming from WindClan, ThunderClan, and rogues.
With a flick of her tail, Batstar signaled to her clan that they could begin mingling as she padded over to Squirrelstar, dipping her head in greeting. “Squirrelstar, you’re here early,” Batstar commented politely to the other leader.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 14:57:16 GMT -5
- - - Ravenpaw of ShadowClan [OPEN]
Was he nervous? Definitely. This was his first gathering and it wasn’t like he had been an apprentice for long, plus it was dark outside and the dark was when all the monsters of the night came out. Honestly Ravenpaw kind of wished he could’ve just stayed back at camp and slept the night away instead of coming to the gathering. However apparently he had to, as it was his first one.
Pressing himself further into the ground, Ravenpaw tried to disappear into his clanmates.
They plan only worked until the rest of ShadowClan began to disperse amongst the crowds and suddenly Ravenpaw was no longer surrounded by the familiarity of his clan.
Doing his best to remain calm, he glanced around at all the unfamiliar cats. This must be one of the other clans. He didn’t recognize the scent, which meant it couldn’t have been ThunderClan or WindClan, since those were the only other clans that he sort of knew a bit about.
That left SkyClan and RiverClan.
Ravenpaw tilted his head to the side as he studied the cats.
They didn’t seem as glossy as Crowsong had told him RiverClan cats were - though by how Crowsong describing them, he was half expecting them to look like fish - so this must’ve been SkyClan.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 15:02:09 GMT -5
- - - Cricketpaw of SkyClan [OPEN]
Tonight was the gathering.
Cricketpaw bounced around a little as he watched another clan enter Fourtrees. SkyClan had been there first because they were the best, obviously, and the best were always the first to arrive to things. However, despite SkyClan being the best, that didn’t mean that the other clans couldn’t also be pretty cool, Cricketpaw had been an apprentice for about half a moon or so by now, honestly he wasn’t entirely sure, the days all blended together in an exciting haze. However this was his first gathering.
Bouncing up and down again, Cricketpaw fidgeted slightly in his spot. “Can we go talk to the other clans? Which clan is that one? They look kind of mean,” Cricketpaw asked, gesturing over towards the clan that had just arrived.
He wasn’t necessarily asking anyone in particular, just anyone that was close enough to hear his questions.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 2, 2020 15:10:06 GMT -5
»𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣« »𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 's 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣// 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤« She gave Batstar the side eye, wondering if she should acknowledge the leader or sit and stew on what she was about to say. She needed a break, she didn't speak to many cats besides her own deputy and apprentice so it might be good for her to try and converse with the other leader. Even then, it would certainly be nice to put herself in good graces with the ShadowClan leader. They might not share borders but it would still be useful to play nice with other clan cat. She shifted her weight to her other paw and gave a simple nod.
"Better to be early than late, I always say. How are you fairing in this weather?" She asked, bringing herself to the sitting position and wrapping her tail neatly over her paws. Surely her clan wasn't the only one suffering from the drought. It wasn't like the other clans would be receiving much rain. Was that possible? For one clan to have rain showered upon them while the others suffered greatly? It would certainly be a cruel joke StarClan was pulling. She had done nothing to bring herself from their graces, at least not yet. Her eyes shifted to the sky above, wondering if they were on her side on her decision or if they were yelling from above for her to not say it. The sky had not a cloud in sight, so they seemed to be willing to hear her out.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2020 15:20:24 GMT -5
rabbitfoot-
Rabbitfoot had never liked Gatherings. He much more appreciated the meetings with the other medicine cats at the Moonstone, which felt gentle and soothing if still daunting. The Moonstone was cool, calm, gentle, quiet, the only sound around it being the sounds of moonlight on its back, the ripples of water in the swift black river that snaked through the trees, and whispers from the forest beyond.
But this? This was cacophony at its finest.
When Flamefang- Rabbitfoot's childhood best friend, the cat who he was a constant companion to, wild and defiant to the very last- had been alive, he had always commanded presence at the gatherings. It was nice- Flamefang had always taken away attention from Rabbitfoot- but the constant disrespect and verbal abuse the tom had handed him constantly wore on Rabbitfoot even then. You're too clumsy. Stop making me look bad! This is why nobody will ever like you. Do you honestly think anyone here would want to talk to the likes of you? You worthless idiot!... Now that time had passed, leaves turning red and dying and being reborn twice over, the memory of Flamefang's voice had been rendered to little more than a shrivel of its former self. It had been quite a few moons now since a fire on the WindClan moor had gobbled up Flamefang for good, and now that Flamefang was gone Rabbitfoot had never seen him since. (He knew, of course, that unless he ended up in the Dark Forest- logically not a possibility but his anxiety held doubts- he would never see the tabby bastard again.) But Flamefang's absence always felt odd at these gatherings, even if Rabbitfoot had been used to it by now. With the larger-than-life tom gone, the Gatherings always felt hollow, and it felt like, with nobody to hide underneath anymore, everyone's eyes were on him.
But so it had to be. He had known this from his very first gathering as a medicine cat apprentice, after all. Why did he muse on it still?
Rabbitfoot would never know, and so he turned to Sparrowtuft, partially because Sparrowtuft was his superior now- and partially because Rabbitfoot didn't ever want to be the first one speaking for WindClan.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 15:24:24 GMT -5
[hi everyone! Quick note! Feathertalon can’t get on until later, so she asked me to post her Cloudstar starter, she wrote it up last night, I didn’t write, change, or alter any part of this starter, it was all Feathertalon!] Cloudstar » Having attended a multitude of gatherings as leader now, Cloudstar was well versed in the art of gathering her cats to make the trek to Fourtrees. She had made sure to gather her cats early, wanting to give them enough time to get there and then settle before the other Clans arrived. For as lazy as Cloudstar could be, she actually didn’t waste any time when it came to gatherings. She had always enjoyed them, even back when she had just been Cloudpaw. The lilac molly enjoyed speaking with cats outside of RiverClan, and she enjoyed hearing the news shared - unless it happened to be something bad, of course. Honestly, the thing she hated the most about gatherings was that Frecklebee could never attend, but she always made sure to report back to her mate the news of the other Clans once she was back in camp.
As the thick-furred molly neared the thicket that marked the entrance of Fourtrees, she took a pause in her steps long enough to glance over her shoulder. She looked down the line of cats she had chosen to go with her before gesturing with her tail for them to continue.
Cloudstar stepped onto the sacred grounds with a sense of easy familiarity. Knowing where her place upon the trees was, she headed for her spot, jumping easily on up to where she had sat for gatherings for seasons now. She cast a soft gaze across the cats that had come to honor the full moon truce, hoping that only good news would come out of this gathering even despite the dry weather that had plagued all the Clans. [written entirely by Feathertalon]
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Post by iciclerain on Aug 2, 2020 15:30:50 GMT -5
MARTENSNAP shadowclanfourtrees/ open / ------------------------------
Martensnap never really enjoyed gatherings; he found them to be a waste of time. He scanned the dip in the earth, keeping a close eye on the other Clan that had arrived before ShadowClan. If Aspenpaw wasn't being such a brat then maybe she'd come. He thought to himself with an annoyed flare of his nostrils. But then she'd be complaining to me all night about the other Clans...it'd be like purposely keeping a tick in my fur.
He sat alone, furthest from the crowd of SkyClan and his own Clanmates. He looked at them with disgust in his cold blue eyes. It was a bit lonely in his corner of the clearing, but he didn't want to throw himself a pity party. He was expecting Cinderfall to be coming with him, though most of the time he didn't like her attitude she wasn't one of the painfully irritating cats in the clans. I can't always expect the best to happen. Nodding at his own thought, he licked his paw and couple times before using it to brush the fur on his face.
His few moments of solitude would be gone once the other three Clans arrived, so he wanted to look presentable. He didn't want to look like a raggedy old elder that snapped at his own tail thinking it was a snake.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 15:38:10 GMT -5
- - - Batstar of ShadowClan [ ☾ѕησσzє☽] Hmm, well, Batstar couldn’t argue with that. She had prepared her clan earlier than usually in an effort to arrive a little early as well. She could respect Squirrelstar for that. Honestly, despite not interacting with SkyClan much, Batstar held a small amount of appreciation for Squirrelstar that she didn’t give to the other leaders. Squirrelstar had become leader of SkyClan not long after Batstar took charge of ShadowClan. At the time, the only other newer leader had been Cloudstar, and the RiverClan molly had already had a few seasons more of experience than Batstar and Squirrelstar had had at the time. It was an odd comfort, knowing that the SkyClan leader was going through the same struggles of being a new leader as Batstar was, even if they had both been leader for a few moons by now. Perhaps that was why Batstar didn’t mind sharing her own struggles. “The marsh is drying up,” she admitted quietly. “It’s nothing that ShadowClan can’t handle though,” Batstar added as she saw Cloudstar enter with RiverClan. She gave a curt nod to the older leader, however she didn’t greet her. Batstar could only handle one conversation at a time right now.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 2, 2020 15:38:21 GMT -5
P O P P Y S T O R M at the fourtrees
Unease.
That was the word for it.
Once she was leader, these fears would slip away from her, but down among the masses, she was being swallowed by mediocrity.
No, not me.
She would carve her image into that boulder if she must. She would not be forgotten—ignored. She had worked too hard to be dismissed with a flick of the ear. How often had she offered Branchstar a honeyed word? How far had she gone to distance herself from her? How much longer must she trail behind Squirrelstar—bolstering her, and reaching to outshine her?
She must be patient. It was better this way, after all. Squirrelstar hadn't found her footing yet, so all Poppystorm had to do was guide her to the next foothold, while hiding the one beneath her nose. She would make her stretch for glory. She would scale the rock-face of leadership faster than Squirrelstar ever had, and leave her tumbling into the waters below—down, down, down into obscurity—into mediocrity.
There she was again, looking to her for—what? Reassurance? She nodded to her coolly as she took her place in the boulder's shadow. The starlight couldn't reach her here. In some ways, she was grateful for that. She knew that her thoughts were wretched, so at least, down here in the shadows that she despised, her ancestors couldn't judge her. She was hidden from them, as she should be.
Now, she must wait. She must breathe in the stink of the other clans, and listen to them chatter like squirrels in the trees. ShadowClan came first, and then RiverClan. Soon, the other deputies would begin to crowd around her, and she would be, as she always was, patient.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2020 15:38:36 GMT -5
patchthroat-
Patchthroat always tried his best, at these gatherings, to keep a low profile. Or at least as low as he could- his odd stature lead him to stick out quite a bit. A gathering where he wasn't made fun of for his appearance was rare... in fact, Patchthroat couldn't think of a single time it hadn't happened. He felt like a grape- fine on its own, but very easily provoked open into a mess of anger. And the provoking had began as soon as he stepped into the clearing. Already, he could hear whispers and snickers around him- why would WindClan ever take him to a gathering? He clicked his tongue to the cat next to him and smirked as he caught sight of ShadowClan's leader. "Look," he said, pointing his patchwork-colored tail to Batstar. "She's got very big ears to balance out the fact that she doesn't ever bother listening." (Sure, he was an insult comic- but, given how most reacted to him, everyone was one in his eyes.)
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Post by planetesimal on Aug 2, 2020 15:38:57 GMT -5
dogclaw // shadowclan { Fourtrees } { open } Dogclaw always hated gatherings. They were long and boring, tonight was made more unbearable by the heat. The Greenleaf heat clung to his fur, refusing to follow the sun over the horizon. But there wasn't a warrior alive who would refuse when asked to attend the gathering by their leader. It was an honor to be chosen to join, even if the experience was most often a miserable one.
Dogclaw padded after Batstar, following his clanmates into the hollow of the Four Great Oaks. Already, SkyClan cats had filled in the hollow. The black-and-white tom bristled at the, albeit faint with age, scent, the collective bombardment of enemy Clans. There would be no fighting tonight, but the scent had him on edge regardless.
Batstar flicked her tail, signaling her approval to interact with other Clans. Enemy Clans. Dogclaw made no such move, content to stay within the ranks of his Clanmates. Getting friendly with outsiders would only cause trouble. He found a spot on the outskirts of the gathering, melting into the shadows of the brush and happy to stay there for the remainder of the night.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 2, 2020 15:53:33 GMT -5
»𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣« »𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 's 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣// 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤« A sigh escaped her, of course Shadowclan would be suffering. The only clan that seemed to be fairly well off right now was Thunderclan. Which brought another surge of anger into her belly, why did Thunderclan deserve that right? SkyClan had been hit with one hardship after another, each feelings worse than the last. She needed a break, what she wouldn't give to be a warrior once more, just existing and following orders given by someone higher up. You asked for this position, you could have told Branchstar no. You wanted to be the leader since you were an apprentice and now you're shunning it with every fiber in your being, why? Is it not all you had hoped for? Did you neglect to acknowledge that being leader made you age quicker than the others? She shook the thoughts away, knowing that Batstar was awaiting her reply. Cloudstar was quick to arrive after, her presence being one she enjoyed greatly. Something about the RiverClan molly brought peace to her, she seemed to lead RiverClan in the best possible manner, oh how she yearned to be like that.
"You would think Skyclan would prosper in times like these, the shade of the trees and no need for water beyond drinking. Alas, it seems the trees are withering away before our very eyes." She had given away a lot of information in that, knowing that if ThunderClan was here then Stagstar might take advantage of this fact. Luckily, it was just the three of them right now. No problem. "We will of course come out stronger on the other side, at least. I have no doubt in my mind that SkyClan can handle this drought for as long as StarClan sees it fit to continue."
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Post by Emberstar 🔥 on Aug 2, 2020 15:53:33 GMT -5
Velvetshine Fourtrees//With Riverclan
It wasn't her first gathering, but Velvetshine still shivered because of the fact that so many hostile cats were all gathering together in a secluded area. As she got comfortable in her place Velvetshine listened to the leaders talk about the drought as she wondered "Why can't we all just share all our prey in this time of drought" she thought as she perked her ears once again to be sure to hear any updates that the other leaders had brought.
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Post by Sand on Aug 2, 2020 16:03:14 GMT -5
Sparrowtuft of WindClanaccompanied by Rabbitfoot & Dustrunner | four treesHaving led WindClan from the barren moors, Sparrowtuft walked besides his brother, Dustrunner. Without Teaselstar joining them today, it was him and Rabbitfoot to lead their clan to the four trees. The white and brown tabby tom flicked his tail nonchalantly as the cats of his clan did what they wished, whether it was socializing or observing the other clans.
The deputy turned to Rabbitfoot, who had turned to him first. ”I suppose I should mingle among the deputies?” he asked, his green gaze scouring the cats as they piled in. ”Or the leaders?” image source - unknown | @wonderfulalexander & 🇲🇴🇷🇷🇮🇬🇦🇳 ⥇
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 16:06:40 GMT -5
- - - Batstar of ShadowClan [ ☾ѕησσzє☽] Batstar’s large ears twitched at the news. Of all the clans, Batstar would have assumed that SkyClan was doing well, despite the heat. They had no marsh to dry up, no river running shallow, and no fields of drying grass that could burn as easily as it could wilt. However it seemed as if no clan was safe from the heat. Personally, Batstar couldn’t help but think that someone had upset StarClan an awful lot for something like this to happen. Somewhere up there in that dark, glittering sky, there was a dead cat with a personal vendetta against the clans and they wouldn’t peacefully rest until the clans all died in the heat and their bodies slowly decayed into the earth. That petty little fox heart. Batstar would admit, she envied that level of pettiness. “I’m sorry to hear that about your trees,” Batstar replied with ease. SkyClan had never done anything to provoke ShadowClan’s wrath, and as such, it truly was saddening to know that they were suffering. “Perhaps now would be a good time to consider expanding your territory,” the large eared feline implied lightly. It was gathering, so it wasn’t like she could outright suggest that SkyClan fight for another clan’s territory, however it was no secret that Stagstar wasn’t as young as he used to be...
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Bisexual
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 2, 2020 16:17:06 GMT -5
accompanied by: the other leaders Rainstar took a sharp breath inward, counted for three seconds, then exhaled. Her eyes closed as she breathed out, trying to push the nerves away. Her eyes slowly opened to scan the clearing. It seemed ThunderClan was the last Clan to attend. That was alright. It was better to spend the extra time sternly explaining to Coltpaw that he can't attend a Gathering if he is going to avoid his mentor and run around in the forest. She decided to keep as many apprentices at home to prevent any gossip for her first Gathering as ThunderClan's new leader. "I can do this." she thought to herself.
The calico already gathered the idea that SkyClan would want to jeer about Stagstar's passing, but she figured she could defend her predecessor easily. After all, it was a victory for ThunderClan in more ways than one. Rainstar turned her head to view her Clanmates, some looking impatient, others nervous. With a motion of her fluffy tail, she permitted the Cats of ThunderClan to move into the clearing.
Rainstar avoided the other deputies and instead went straight to the leaders. It was obvious that Stagstar was not in attendance. She wouldn't demand the right to speak first, it wasn't something she really cared for. Instead, she would wait until after Squirrelstar spoke to break the news. That would be the wisest decision. "Greetings!" she mewed calmly to the other leaders of the Clans. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2020 16:29:41 GMT -5
rabbitfoot- Sand Rabbitfoot tried not to look nervous as Sparrowtuft talked to him. There was an odd glint in the piebald tom's eyes that always sent a little chill down Rabbitfoot's spine- but he would have to get used to that in time, now that Sparrowtuft was his deputy. "It would probably be best for you to sit among the leaders, sir," advised Rabbitfoot, nodding towards an empty seat on the Highrock between Batstar and Cloudstar. After a moment of thought, he added onto his sentence hastily. "Although you might want to introduce yourself to the other deputies. Don't get too wrapped up in the grandeur of leadership, Teaselstar's still in charge... heh." Rabbitfoot grinned sheepishly- hopefully, Sparrowtuft would take that as a joke and not some kind of challenge. Rabbitfoot never knew, with leaders and deputies- their faces always only seemed to serve as masks for their true desires.
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Post by Emberstar 🔥 on Aug 2, 2020 16:33:54 GMT -5
Duskheart Fourtrees//With SkyClan
Duskheart cursed the heat as he sat, trying to listen to the leaders in case there was any interesting info that he wanted to know. A short-furred cat, Duskheart was still melting from the blazing heat. He could not imagine what it was like for the long-furred RiverClan cats in this weather. ThunderClan seemed to be the only clan really doing okay during this drought...
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 2, 2020 16:34:26 GMT -5
Chickenflight » ShadowClan Sometimes it felt like Chickenflight was the only cat in ShadowClan who genuinely enjoyed gatherings. He liked seeing how cats in other Clans were doing. He enjoyed the chance to be civil with those who wouldn't usually get a chance to be peaceful with, and he got to see how the other Clans' members were holding up through good and bad times. Which, considering how it had been so hot lately, Chickenflight did hold a pit of dread in his stomach. He enjoyed gatherings no matter what, but he found them more enjoyable when the possibility of good news outweigh the chances of bad news.
Not wanting to get himself too caught up in all that just yet, Chickenflight changed the direction in which his mind had wandered. If there was one thing about a gathering he enjoyed the most, it was getting to spend time with a friend he had made some moons ago at a gathering. Already the black and white tomcat was searching for the familiar coppery pelt of Copperspots, a RiverClan warrior. Is he even here? He wondered to himself. There was always the chance that Cloudstar had told Copperspots to stay in camp, but Chickenflight wasn't about to give up hope on his friend just yet. If he hadn't been able to attend then Chickenflight could always find some other cats to interact with, but personally he was hoping to find his friend before the gathering officially started.
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Post by planetesimal on Aug 2, 2020 16:38:34 GMT -5
fireflycloud // thunderclan { fourtrees } { open } It wasn't her first gathering, but it felt like her last. Fireflycloud's nerves were wired, buzzing with electric, white-hot energy. Lightning threatening to fry her from the inside out.
Rainstar shouldn't have chosen her. Fireflycloud wasn't cut out for this. The ThunderClan leader had made a mistake. She'd consider explaining this to Rainstar before they left camp, but hadn't managed to get the words out. Besides, her leader had seemed preoccupied, it was better not to disturb her.
But now... Well, now she was here. The calico padded into the hollow of the Four Great Oaks, made skittish by her own fraying nerves. To make matters worse, ThunderClan appeared to be arriving late, which meant the clearing was already full of cats from the other four Clans. It was too late to run, Fireflycloud stuck close to her Clanmates, hoping their presence would be enough to shield her from misfortune.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 16:42:58 GMT -5
- - - Copperspots of RiverClan [ Feathertalon] Copperspots considered himself lucky to have Cloudstar for a leader. She always seemed so agreeable, even when Copperspots was asking if he could attend the gathering for the sixth moon in a row. Was it a little ridiculous? Probably. Were the other clan cats sick of seeing his face at every gathering for the last six moons? If they even noticed enough to tell him apart from the rest of RiverClan, probably. If anything he liked to think that there were some cats that saw him and were like “is that the same cat from the last gathering?” And maybe question if he ever actually left Fourtrees at all. But that was enough about him, Copperspots was here on a mission. That mission? To find his ShadowClan friend Chickenflight and make sure he was still okay. Hopefully he was here at the gathering as well. Moving gracefully through the crowds of mingling cats, Copperspots didn’t stop until he had found where a majority of ShadowClan cats were, and that’s where he saw him. Chickenflight. Letting out an unapologetically loud purr, Copperspots bounded forward towards the other tom. “Chickenflight!” He called out to him loudly, and as soon as he got close enough he pounced forward towards his friend.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Aug 2, 2020 16:45:54 GMT -5
fourtrees ; with garlicfur;
The gathering was already spilling over by the time that WindClan arrived. The clearing was as full as a rabbit warren; colored by the foxes of ThunderClan, burrowing owls of SkyClan, snakes of ShadowClan, and whatever lurked in the lazy, glossed-over eyes of RiverClan cats. They always seemed three feet above themselves. Tripping over their own paws, as if they were built for swimming rather than walking. Magpiechirp denigrates RiverClan in her mind because Cloudstar is perhaps the prettiest she-cat that Magpiechirp has ever seen, and she knows that as soon as she catches a glimpse of the pale she-cat her heart will tumble out of her mouth and Frecklebee will appear and step on it. And Magpiechirp will die. Right then and there. Her heart flattened under the paw of another she-cat just as sure as Nettlefrost was flattened by a herd of cattle.
Is that too far? Is it too soon? Probably. It is best to relegate the dead clan-mate jokes to herself alone. She hides them in her frontal lobe. She pushes pomp and elegance in front of it.
The slender black and white she-cat holds herself high, shoulders-down, tail-swaying, as she enters the clearing. She is smooth. She is confident. She is the vixen; nothing could phase her. She keeps her eyes far away from High Rock.
Unfortunately, this leads her straight into the path of a goddess. Green eyes meet golden. Magpiechirps heart is clawing up her throat; she can’t speak. If she opens her mouth she is sure it would fall out. She swallows it down. The heart catches. The heart must be returned to its rightful place in the home that repression has carved out inside her ribcage. Dear StarClan, Magpiechirp has ascended to poetry, she could compare this she-cat to the soft white penumbra of the moon; the way the scars trail across her brow is the trail of a river through a forest, it is the bringer of life; her pelt is the wind; the pink of her gums the gentle alluring glimmer of opals. Magpiechirp is speechless only because her heart has taken a pickaxe to her windpipe and is refusing to be pressed down. Magpiechirp is gagging on crossed stars and e.e. cummings verses translated into electricity.
“Oh, hey.” Magpiechirp holds her heart down by sheer force of will. Unfortunately, this is a heavy cognitive load and her mind deserves to be yeeted because, this (dolphin noises) empty. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Magpiechirp. You’re ThunderClan right? Sorry about Stagstar, he was a good cat.”
Wooing the ladies 101, with Magpiechirp: bring up their dead clanmate in your introduction. Genius.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 2, 2020 16:51:32 GMT -5
Chickenflight » ShadowClan At first Chickenflight thought that his intense desire to find Copperspots had manifested the tomcat's voice inside his head calling out his name, but that was proven wrong in a matter of just a few more seconds.
He had turned his head in the direction of the voice on the off chance that his brain really wasn't playing tricks on him and Copperspots really was at the gathering. It wasn't hard to notice the familiar pelt of his friend bounding forward like a rabbit. Instantly, Chickenflight felt his mood change from questioning and hopeful to excited and relieved.
"Copperspots!" The black and white tom purred out. He bounded forward to close the gap between the two of them and greeted his RiverClan friend by rubbing up against Copperspots. "I was started to get worried that Cloudstar had you stay in camp," Chickenflight admitted somewhat sheepishly, hoping his friend didn't think of him as rude for giving up on searching for Copperspots so early on into the gathering. "But I'm glad you're here." He left it at that, though he wanted to add a quick 'I missed you' to that last statement. He was able to hold it back behind his teeth though, covering it up with a lopsided smile that pulled at his lips.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 16:57:05 GMT -5
- - Murkpaw of ThunderClan [OPEN]
Alright Murkpaw, here you were, surrounded by cats that don’t know who you are. They never saw you trip over your nest and get moss everywhere, they never saw you eat that bird and snort feathers out of your nose for a week after that, they didn’t even know how your older brother continually tries to flatten the loose tuft of fur on your head.
Seriously Ebonystone, it’s a fashion statement, she liked it up like that.
Anyways, that wasn’t the point right now.
The point was that there was no Ebonystone here tonight, there wasn’t even Stormwatcher. Tonight it was all Murkpaw and she was ready to make a name for herself. She was ready to go out there, mingle with the other clans, and prove just how cool she could be. It wouldn’t be long before the name “Murkpaw” spread like wildfire throughout the other four clans and all they could talk about was that cool, fierce, totally independent apprentice from ThunderClan that was gonna go places.
Giving herself a small nod, Murkpaw followed the rest of her clan into Fourtrees and puffed out her chest to seem bigger, and as her clan began to mingle with the others, she tipped her head forward, straightened her tail, and walked into the crowd with her head held high, just like any respectable warrior to be should.
...Except she really should have been looking at the ground.
All of a sudden Murkpaw slipped over a small tree branch and her eyes went wide with surprise as she tumbled forward, rolling in the dirt and dust on the ground until finally she stopped, lying flat on her stomach somewhere underneath the large trees that guarded over the gathering cats.
Murkpaw inhaled sharply, keeping her eyes closed. ”Please StarClan, make sure nobody saw that...” She begged up to her ancestors.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 2, 2020 17:01:52 GMT -5
Deerpath padded into the gathering space, glancing up at the leaders as he did so. They weren’t all there yet, it seemed. That was fine, most them were. Still Deerpath had to wonder why a leader would be late to something as important as a gathering. He looked at his own leader. Then he looked away and scanned the space for the others. Lots of cats here. Good sign, maybe, although if one of the Clans were struggling, they would do their best not to show it. So maybe not. He sighed lightly. He always felt like he ought to go mingle, but on the other hand, wasn’t it nice to stick with the cats you knew?
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