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Post by strider on Aug 2, 2020 21:53:30 GMT -5
Featherfrost of ShadowClan | Gathering | Open Featherfrost’s eyes narrowed as they padded into the clearing, searching the crowd for anyone familiar. They could talk to their siblings, of course, but they saw them every day. Where was the fun in talking to someone you already knew? They sat at the edge of the clearing, taking into account how many cats they knew and how many they didn’t. They didn’t have very many friends in other Clans. They didn’t see the point, after all, but Gatherings were always interesting. They meant they got a glimpse at how some of the other Clans were doing. They considered that for a long moment before searching the crowd for Hollowstripe and Ravenwhisper in particular. Who were they talking to? Perhaps Featherfrost could intercept their conversation – that could be fun. They moved forwards a couple of steps, incredibly aware of how many cats were pressing in around them. It was always odd to think that they would be enemies again come morning. Brambleleaf of RiverClan | Gathering | Open Gatherings were exciting. Brambleleaf was practically trembling by the time he reached the clearing, searching the crowd for anyone he knew. There weren’t many cats he was familiar with – he hadn’t been to that many Gatherings, after all. Still, he caught sight of some other cats they remembered from a few gatherings before and wondered vaguely about whether or not he should join. He almost moved forward, but hesitated. Would he even be welcome? Would they remember him? He shook the thought off and padded towards the center of the clearing. Even if he didn’t end up talking to someone he knew, surely he’d see someone else who was looking for someone to talk to… right? He shifted anxiously on his paws, not wanting to waste this opportunity to speak to others he normally wouldn’t be able to. Viperstrike of WindClan | Gathering | Open Viperstrike sat on the outskirts, watching. Assessing. She didn’t know if the other Clans brought cats that were the most representative of their strongest warriors, but she wouldn’t be surprised. As much as this was an opportunity to mingle and catch up, it was also an opportunity to get a glimpse of how the other Clans were faring. To compare, however subtly, their strength. She was good at blending in, good at watching, and she figured few cats noticed her there. Good. If she saw someone she wanted to talk to, she would find an excuse to do so. Until then… she was more comfortable watching and waiting. She had a feeling it was easier to get to know cats that way. To see who they spoke to and why, to see which cats were tense around each other. She understood the importance of Gatherings, but that didn’t mean she didn’t also consider them incredibly performative.
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 2, 2020 21:53:33 GMT -5
Minksneeze
of shadowclan ;; open
Minksneeze loved gatherings. Sure with all the clans mingling together tensions and rivalries could meet a fever pitch and have lasting effects for multiple moons after, but there was something so fun about learning what was happening in the other clans. Both her littermates were also going with her- for the first time in what felt like forever. Sure her, Dogclaw, and Chickenflight might not be as close as they were as starry-eyed apprentices attending their first gathering together but it was nice knowing she'd have someone to go to if Silverbirch or Batstar said something completely wild.
After wandering around Fourtrees for a bit, she stopped a decent ways away from the Great Rock, unsure what to do. Normally she'd be seeking out the other medicine cats, but tonight she could feel her paws tingling with unused energy. Tonight she wanted the thrill of speaking to a warrior of another clan. She just needed to find one interested in talking to her.
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Post by ʙєωɪᴛᴄʜɪηɢ ηɪɢʜᴛѕʜαɗє ~ ~👻 on Aug 2, 2020 21:59:13 GMT -5
Cinderfall Cinderfall's ears went flat when Wolfstep had caught her stumbling around like that. She had felt embarrassed like she did when she was held back for five moons. Oh those weren't pleasant memories at all. The tabby molly quickly got rid of those awful memories. Times have changed Rainstar respects her so that's all that mattered. Speaking of the Thunderclan leader she looked up where she was at and gave a purr of pride. She deserves after how much carp she had to go through, she thought.
Nightwing had brought the molly back to the present time when he whispered in her ear. It made it tickle a bit but she looked over at him with the twitch of her whiskers. She was happy to know her little accident was able to make him feel better. "I'm glad," she whispered back. She looked around the Fourtrees and looked back at the tom next to her. She then sat down next to him her tail wrapping around her paws. She looked down at the ground not sure what to say. Well maybe you should wait till your back home, she thought.
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 2, 2020 22:00:32 GMT -5
Lilacdawn with Teaflower // Skyclan, gathering Her whole body practically vibrated with how loud she was purring, feeling lucky to be even greeted by Teaflower in such an affectionate way. She always felt so much love coming from the Thunderclan warrior that sometimes she would forget that they're not in the same clan. Oh well, Lilacdawn will enjoy the she-cat's company for as long as she can. As Teaflower began to go off about Rainstar, Lilacdawn would turn her head and try to spot the calico leader from the spot high up on the rock formation. "Oh! So I see," Her blue eyes settle on Teaflower once more, "That's great, Rainstar must be really proud." She added with a smile.
With all of Teaflower's enthusiasm it hadn't occurred to Lilacdawn that that meant Stagstar had passed, as she was only feeding off of the other she-cat's excitement. Lilacdawn also glossed over the fact that Stagstar had taken one of Squirrelstar's life between gatherings, as if it'd never happened. It was information that the molly's brain didn't deem important enough to address at a time like this, not while she was talking to one of her friends. That would just put a damper on things.
"I'm so happy to hear that Thunderclan is doing well! Skyclan is also doing well enough, though I can see that the heat is getting to everyone, even the prey." Lilacdawn recalls when her and Hazeltuft went hunting just a few sunrises ago, feeling grateful to have brought more than one bird back to add to the fresh-kill pile. "I only hope it starts to cool down, otherwise I'm not sure what's going to happen." She shakes her head, letting out a sigh and suddenly starting to feel more worried about what the outcome could entail if the heat were to only get worse. What would happen to the clans?
Morelspots with Fleetfoot // Windclan, gathering Just as she was about to give up on looking for Fleetfoot, his voice had startled her. His scent had mixed with the overwhelming smells surrounding her that she hadn't detected him first. Though, Morelspots was grateful he was here, even if she wouldn't admit it out loud. "Hi." She spoke softly, her tone having lost its usual bite when she talks. Her different colored eyes watched as the moor runner sat beside her and Morelspots instantly relaxed. "I've been better." She admitted, casting a quick glance to Rosepaw as he finally went off towards Robinpaw before lowering her gaze back to her paws.
"I'm honestly just waiting for the gathering to be over," Morelspots shook her head and let out a defeated chuckle, "Which is a shame because going to the gatherings has always been my favorite." She swallowed thickly, feeling like she might start crying again. That was not allowed at all, not in front of Fleetfoot, but especially not in front of all of the clans to see.
Shaking her head and loudly clearing her through, Morelspots lifts her head and locks eyes with the tom beside her. "I'm just glad that you're here." Had she been acting like her usual self, the brown and white molly might've cringed then quickly added that she was only joking. However, with the loss of her brother, she felt that she should at least express her appreciation for those that were closest to her.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 2, 2020 22:03:14 GMT -5
Pantherclaw Thunderclan Warrior With Jaggedthorn / Sand Pantherclaw's gaze lit up with simple amusement, at least the other molly seemed easily amused and/or annoyed by the weather as he was. He almost wished that leaf-fall was here.
He huffed and pointedly looked around the clearing before glancing back towards Jaggedthorn with a small smirk. "Perhaps... I am sure she'll enlighten us with her presence soon enough," he meowed. He paused and cocked his head, He wrinkled his nose, "Really? I knew it had been a long time but I didn't realize it was that long ago...," Pantherclaw muttered.
His green gaze flickered towards the Great Rock. "Huh," he mused, "Who is that on the rock with leaders? I don't recognize him," Pantherclaw blinked, looking towards the now five cats on the rock. He wasn't sure if he knew who that brown tom was.
Mossynose Shadowclan Deputy With Ravenpaw ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ) Mossynose was a confident feline. She didn't care what deputies nor other cats if Ravenpaw choose to stay at her side. She was the deputy of Shadowclan. She could be a mother and a second in command at once. If she wasn't capable of it, Batstar wouldn't have asked her to be her deputy.
"I love you," Mossynose reassured Ravenpaw with soft yet firm words and a gentle nuzzle, "I always will be happy if you want to hang out with me sweetheart." She brushed her tail along his back as Ravenpaw got to his paws, "C'mon, lets walk around so you could see the other clans," she meowed, it was smart to be able to recognize the other clan cats. The brown molly flickered her tail towards the rock in the center. "That is the great rock where the leaders give their announcements so I sit close by encase Batstar needs me," she explained, more like she needed to ensure Batstar didn't start too many pointless fights.
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 2, 2020 22:07:36 GMT -5
Gullpaw
of riverclan ;; Viperstrike (strider)
Gullpaw stood wide-eyed in the center of Fourtrees, trying to memorize every face of every cat he could see. He'd heard that it was important to 'know your enemies' so surely this task would help him in further battles, right? Maybe it'll even give me an edge over Mistypaw, since she's not here tonight! he thought to himself while bouncing on his paws. Of course, the cats he was starring down might have felt awkward or weirded out by a fluffy apprentice squinting at them from afar, but he didn't linger too long on anyone cat.
After memorizing what he considered to be a decent amount of cats (and then instantly forgetting them), Gullpaw moved on to the outskirts of the hordes. There has to be an interesting cat to talk to over here, right? As soon as he saw a she-cat standing off to herself and smelling like WindClan, he knew he had found a new victim friend! "Hello miss!" He called, practically bouncing up to her. "What's your name, I'm Gullpaw! You look super cool and awesome and dangerous, I hope I look as cool as you when I'm a warrior! Wait, you are a warrior, right?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 22:10:41 GMT -5
- - Ravenpaw of ShadowClan [ Blaze ♡] Nodding a little, Ravenpaw followed his mother, looking out towards the rock she was talking about. “It’s really big,” he said in a soft voice, doing his best to disappear in Mossynose’s fur. “I bet it must be hard to climb...” Somehow the leaders made it look so easy, which was something that Ravenpaw was certain he would never be able to do. Looking away from the rock, Ravenpaw focused on all the clans around instead. ”How can you tell which clan is which? They all smell so...weird,” he commented, scrunching up his nose as he looked over at the cats. Big, scary, scarred, and smelly. The other clans were weird.
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Post by Ivyfalcon on Aug 2, 2020 22:13:37 GMT -5
Sundapple (TC)Fourtrees | The other deputies - Poppystorm ( ᴏᴡʟ), Mossynose ( Blaze ♡), Otterheart (@stitchlover20), Sparrowtuft ( Sand) The first thing Sundapple did after following Rainstar into Fourtrees was go up to where the other deputies sat. For one thing, ThunderClan was the last there so he didn’t want to hold anything up. However, his main reason was simply that he just didn’t get the appeal of too much small talk. It wasn’t necessarily that he was unfriendly, he just really didn’t feel the need to talk to a bunch of different cats about how the prey was running for the hundredth time.
I guess I’d better just get this out of the way, he thought to himself as he neared the other deputies. He gave those that were currently there a nod as he sat down next to them, realizing that he hadn’t even been a deputy last Gathering. I suppose they’ll be finding out what happened to Stagstar soon enough.
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Aug 2, 2020 22:14:22 GMT -5
oo0 Cottonfang of ThunderClan 0oomentions ;; @open location ;; Gathering
Cottonfang was somewhat tired, to be honest.
Gatherings were nice, of course. Trading information with other clans, sharing tongues with strangers, meeting new cats, just the general vibe. All were things Cottonfang enjoyed partaking in on most full moons.
Key word: Most.
Tonight, the medicine cat just felt incredibly tired. Perhaps it had been his... lack of activity lately. Not much had required his presence in ThunderClan, whether for lack of injury or simply from his lack of attention.
Still, Cottonfang didn't stop this from affecting his love of the Gathering. He still walked around with a broad smile, even as he unsuccessfully attempted to mask his yawns. With a wave of his tail, he nodded to Minksneeze, one of his fellow medicine cats. The she-cat seemed to be on her own journey tonight, so he gave her space.
The tom felt his gaze keep flicking up towards the Great Rock, watching the leaders. Hopefully they would call the Gathering to its official session soon, before he fell asleep on his feet.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 2, 2020 22:20:38 GMT -5
Viperstrike of WindClan | Gathering | With Gullpaw (lazy penguin ) Oh. That was the first thought that ran through Viperstrike’s head as an apprentice – RiverClan, it seemed – noticed her. Perhaps she wasn’t as invisible as she had thought. She shifted so she could better see the apprentice, deciding to tolerate him… for now. It was probably his first Gathering, going off the way he seemed to be bouncing around. She almost smiled as she thought back to her first gathering. She hadn’t trusted anyone at all. She’d even hissed at a ShadowClan apprentice who had tried to talk to her. “Viperstrike,” she answered calmly, laughing a little bit at his description of her. “Yes, I am a warrior.” It was hard to imagine this kid ever looking as sleek and polished as RiverClan warriors tended to look, but she doubted she would recognize him in a few moons. “Thanks, by the way. Not every day I’m described as dangerous.” Viperstrike let her eyes drift over Gullpaw before speaking again. “How long have you been training for? Whose your mentor?” She didn’t want to interrogate him, but it was useful information. And a decent starting point for small talk.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 2, 2020 22:21:04 GMT -5
Cloudstar » This wasn't the first gathering Cloudstar had started. Without Stagstar and Dawnstar, Cloudstar was the most experienced leader here, so it only made sense to her for why Squirrelstar would suggest she take the first chance to report news on RiverClan. Funny how, once upon a time, I was the newest leader here. How things change, she thought to herself rather wistfully. By now she had seen leaders come and go, and the cats that she had spoken to as leaders when she had first become leader were nowhere to be found on this night. It was saddening in a way, but Cloudstar knew that all things came to an end, and just like everything, a cat's leadership could only last for so long.
Snapping away from those thoughts, Cloudstar stepped forward, holding her head and tail high. She looked down at the cats that were all gathered within the clearing before letting out a yowl to signify the start of the gathering.
"The full moon welcomes you all tonight," the lilac molly started with ease. "I hope this last moon has treated you all well, though by now it's now secret that the weather has been hotter than usual." Greenleaf was always hot, the season unbearable if it weren't for the river's cool waters. "The fish are still swimming in the river, and I can only hope that the prey is still running for the rest of the Clans." Honestly there wasn't much for Cloudstar to report. The moon had been rather uneventful for RiverClan. If she wanted she could mention how she and Frecklebee were planning on starting a family, but she felt like she should probably wait on bringing that up until later on once they were actually expecting their litter. They hadn't even decided on a tom that would be okay with helping them out, so perhaps it was way too early to be announcing something as big as that to all five Clans. "RiverClan doesn't have much to report this moon; however, I'd like to offer any help that may be needed, though. Dry weather can be harsh, but I'd like to remind all the Clans that we're in this together, not alone." Cloudstar was sure this heatwave was causing a lot of struggles within the other Clans, and she wanted each and every cat at the gathering to know that RiverClan was not an enemy, but rather a friend, and friends helped one another out during hard times.
She then turned her attention to the ShadowClan leader that stood before the Clans. "Batstar, would you like to report next?" She wondered if the calico molly had anything of importance to report.
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 2, 2020 22:21:43 GMT -5
Chickenflight » ShadowClan RiverClan sure did sound like an interesting place. He liked how there was at least one leader that didn't seem so ready to fight and find reasons to punish her warriors, though, and he liked the idea of a leader that was peaceful and saw beyond just borders. Chickenflight realized that the Clans had survived with their borders for generations, and that there was a reason they were separated, but sometimes it did seem like coming together as one, especially in times of crisis, would be a better idea.
He smiled softly and leaned forward to nudge Copperspots in thanks. "I wouldn't want to take from your territory, but thank you. It means a lot," he mewed. "Yeah, I'll meet you back up here. I'm sure I can get away." Not many cats would be looking for him anyway, unless he was assigned on some night patrol, but he doubted that. Chickenflight had too much white on his pelt to blend in well in nighttime shadows. The daytime was different, but at night it was harder for him to slip into the darkness like a true ShadowClan warrior should.
As soon as a yowl rang out signifying the start of the gathering, Chickenflight turned his attention away from Copperspots and up at Cloudstar, watching as the thick-furred molly stood tall as she addressed the Clan. Chickenflight fell silent to respect others around him and to listen to what the leaders had to say, though he never left Copperspots' side, and in actuality, he managed to s****** on a little closer to the other tomcat as he fell into a comfortable silence.
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 2, 2020 22:21:54 GMT -5
Rainhead with Salmonwhisker & Jaegerwing // Riverclan, gathering Rainhead found herself smiling when Salmonwhisker gave her a friendly nudge. "Thank you, Salmonwhisker. It's good to see you too." She replied, thinking that spending time with the tom wouldn't be so bad. At least, that was her thought until he opened his mouth once again.
I was telling my friend here about how I rescued Timberfang from the mud, can you believe it?
Rainhead blinked slowly, was he being serious? Had Salmonwhisker hit his head sometime between the Timberfang incident and now? Her eyes briefly flicker over to Jaegerwing, suddenly feeling nervous in front of the older and, well, handsome tom. The blue molly clears her throat and turns her attention back to Salmonwhisker. "Yes, Salmonwhisker, I can believe it because I was there too. Or have you forgotten about my involvement with the incident?" Rainhead couldn't help but smile, honestly finding the whole situation amusing. "I swear there's still mud stuck between my claws and pads." She admitted, looking between the two toms.
When she was asked about making new friends the sheepish expression appeared once again on her face. "Well, not exactly, no. You two are the first I've approached tonight." Rainhead confessed.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 2, 2020 22:30:45 GMT -5
Cricketdance fell into pace with the younger tom with a flick of her tail, pleased to see his expression lighten with her words. She followed his gaze towards the leaders as he pointed out that they were preparing to move on, cursing under her breath as she looked around. “Hmm,” she pondered aloud as she analyzed the crowd, “we haven’t the time to get into anything terribly exciting but - oh!” The speckled blue-grey molly perked up with excitement. “There’s a familiar face! I’m not sure how much time you’ve spent with Shadowclan, but they’re a fun lot, c’mon.” She offered no word of parting to the rest of their clanmates as she urged her company forward, dragging Deerpath towards the first cat she recognized. “How disappointing to see you sitting alone again, Featherfrost, you make yourself an easy target for my pestering,” she purred as she padded up besides the fluffy grey cat. The Shadowclan warrior had proved to be quite the delight in past encounters, so the senior warrior had no trouble making herself comfortable besides them. “This is Deerpath,” she said, nodding to the tom behind her, “we were a bit slow to finding some interesting conversation, so it seems I’m stuck next to you again.” She chuckled warmly as she glanced around the Shadowclan cats that stood in immediate proximity to them - smiling to anyone she managed to lock eyes with.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 2, 2020 22:46:03 GMT -5
Featherfrost of ShadowClan | Gathering | Cricketdance (~∂ЄЅТΙИУ) and Deerpath (®Hawkpath®) As though thinking about interesting company had summoned some, Cricketdance appeared out of the crowd. Featherfrost couldn’t help but smile. They’d spent a few gatherings before wryly commenting on some of the other cats and the way the leaders tended to conduct the meeting. It was a fond memory. “Perhaps next time I’ll make a point of sitting alone just so you can find me,” they responded smoothly, flicking their tail and glancing up at Cricketdance and her company. “No company I’d rather have this evening,” they added, the words a low purr in the back of their throat. Although they recognized Cricketdance, Deerpath was not a familiar face. “’Ts a pleasure,” they nodded to Deerpath, then glanced at Cricketdance. “Interesting conversation is rare ‘round these parts,” they teased. They may not have made easy friends with most cats but having someone like Cricketdance at a gathering was always enough to spice things up. “I take it Cricket’s been trying to drag you into conversation all night?” they added, tilting their head to regard Deerpath. “I sincerely hope I don’t disappoint in the realm of interesting conversation.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 22:46:10 GMT -5
- - Batstar of ShadowClan [this one is for everyone so like]
Batstar did her best to remain in quiet and polite as Cloudstar went on to talk. She wasn’t a warrior anymore, she couldn’t sit amongst her clan and mock as the light colored molly went on about love and peace or whatever it was she was talking about right now. She was a leader, and as a leader, Batstar had to do her part and nod politely as Cloudstar gave her whole helpful speech.
Perhaps she had no good reason for actually being against the RiverClan leader, after all it wasn’t like Cloudstar had ever done anything to her personally and she seemed like a nice enough cat, but that was just it.
She was too nice.
Either Cloudstar was purposely making Batstar look bad by being all generous and kindhearted, or she was actually trying to secretly take over the clans and was lulling everyone into a fake sense of security and comfort.
Either way, Batstar wasn’t buying it.
Waiting until it was her turn to speak, Batstar nodded slightly to Cloudstar and stood up. “Despite the heat, ShadowClan is doing well, we have a new warrior as Buzzardpaw recently went on to become Buzzardflutter,” Batstar started with a proud purr emitting from her throat. It had taken some time, but Buzzardflutter was finally a warrior. “However, sadly she couldn’t come tonight,” Batstar added. With all the cats here, Batstar figured it might be a better idea to ease Buzzardflutter into being a warrior before letting her go to the gathering as one. “However we also have three new apprentices, Flinchpaw, Darkpaw, and Ravenpaw,” she paused for a moment to let her clan cheer for their new warrior and apprentices before continuing. “As you all can see, ShadowClan is thriving. We may suffer through intense heats and drying marshes, however we have proven to be stronger than any challenge given to us,” even if her clan was struggling a little bit right now, Batstar wanted to make a point to prove to the other clans just how strong ShadowClan was.
“I have no other news to share, although for those it might concern, my deputy Mossynose and a warrior of mine did catch the scent of fox near the thunderpath border,” she added with a glance over towards Rainleaf.
If any of the other clans would deal with that fox, it would be ThunderClan.
“Squirrelstar, would you like to go next?” Batstar asked, turning her attention to the SkyClan leader as she sat back down.
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 2, 2020 22:49:12 GMT -5
»𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣« »𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 's ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 and Gathering Cats// 𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘« Her heart jumped in her chest, it was her turn wasn't it? She had been so preoccupied in her thoughts she almost forgot that she would come soon after Batstar. She lifted herself from her spot and took a few steps forward. She mustn't shake now, she must appear strong in her decision. Why didn't I tell the others in my clan about this? What will Poppystorm think? Or say? It doesn't matter. What's done is done. If her deputy truly was by her side then she'd obey, if not then Squirrelstar would have some very big words to share with her later. They needed to be an united front.
"SkyClan has had a few hardships with the drought, though I will not begin with those. I am proud to announce we have three new apprentices among us. Sharppaw, Pearpaw, and Cricketpaw. I trust they will serve their clan well and shape up to be fine warriors in the oncoming moons." She took a moment to let the apprentices have their moment in the moonlight. The moment should be rejoiced by her but a dark cloud overhung in her mind. She could do this, she had to do this. Clans will take it as weakness but they shouldn't forget their own trees stood proud and strong, an attack would be imminent for them. She just needed to plan it out more. "I am sad to announce one of our apprentices has suffered greatly from a fall. He has two broken front legs and possibly worse damage." Her eyes shifted to Echoflower, her own medicine cat. One of the two confidants she had in her clan. Should she have brought it up with her? How much the damage of the apprentice had left her worried? She couldn't back out now, she had to come forward with it all.
"Due to this, we have disbanded tree climbing in our own territory for the time being. I would like to make it known SkyClan still stands tall and strong in the face of this heat despite this setback." She glanced to Rainleaf, wondering if the she-cat would think this was a threat or a sign of weakness. It shouldn't matter, SkyClan didn't need the trees to be strong. She knew how to fight on the ground just as well. This would not make her clan fall apart, they would stand stronger. They would fight their way out of this drought tooth and claw. "That is all I have to announce for us." Her ending was rushed as she turned and went back to her seat. Her eyes were avoiding every single cat in her own clan. I'm doing this for us, please trust me as your leader. I can't stand to watch more cats get hurt from broken branches. Even if there was outrage, for her it wall quiet as she retreated into her mind. She couldn't hear anything as she had her own internal battle.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 22:53:53 GMT -5
- - Cricketpaw of SkyClan
Cricketpaw’s eyes went wide at the announcement. No more tree climbing? But...but, but that was their whole thing, it’s what they did, they were SkyClan, the clan of cats in trees. Suddenly Cricketpaw felt his spirits begin to drop as he lowered his shoulders, trying his best to hide any disappointment from the cats around him. He would never say anything vocally against his leader, however he had honestly really been looking froward to learning how to climb trees, it was part of what being a SkyClan apprentice was all about.
Knowing that he might not get to learn at all? That was hard, he would admit that.
Hopefully the rest of his clan was taking it better than he was.
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Official Queen of Fan Clans
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ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Aug 2, 2020 22:54:53 GMT -5
accompanied by: errybody clap yo hands Rainstar paid no mind to Squirrelstar's statement. She was content with dealing with matters in her own Clan. Stepping forward, the calico breathed in and out to calm herself. This was it. The Clans would know about Stagstar's death and her appointment as leader. She was curious about the reaction. Of course, she would have to pay mind to Batstar's warning. "Thank you for the warning, Batstar." she took a big breath before speaking. "ThunderClan is fairing well with the heat. We have a few new apprentices. Graypaw, Coltpaw, and Fennelpaw!" Rainstar announced. It made her proud to announce her kits' names despite them being home. When they are made warriors, she'll grant them the honor of attending. Rainstar felt a pang of regret, but with how Coltpaw was acting, she would remain unbiased and firm. It worked in her favor for her son to act like this and for her to be leader. She could make him work during his punishment. "Little furball didn't think about that, now did he?" she thought with amusement. The queen allowed for a few moments before continuing. "We also have a new warrior, Nightwing." Hesitating, the leader wasn't sure how to announce the passing of ThunderClan's former leader.
Pausing, she thought of the words to say, finally settling on the arrangement she quickly came up with. "I have one last thing to announce. Stagstar, ThunderClan's leader, has passed away. He was a determined and honorable leader. He put his Clanmates before him, always sacrificing for us. ThunderClan will miss him dearly. I come to you all not as Rainleaf, but as Rainstar. I will do my best to lead ThunderClan well and into a prosperous era. Thank you." she mewed before taking a step back and sighing. It felt tense for her to do that despite doing it once before. Rainstar assumed that because from now on, she would do this every full moon. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf
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Post by Ivyfalcon on Aug 2, 2020 22:56:22 GMT -5
Marshpaw (ShC)Fourtrees | Mushroompaw ( ᴏᴡʟ) Marshpaw was terrified. He was living one of his first nightmares: being alone, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, and having no idea what to do. On the walk to Fourtrees, he had gotten so wrapped up in his worries about the Gathering that he had lost track of his mentor, Jaggedthorn, and his brother, Mushroompaw. Where is Mushroompaw? He could make me feel better. Mushroompaw was always the braver one, the tougher one, the one that knew what to do. Or if only Owlstrike were here, thought Marshpaw. His father was so confident, he wished he could be more like him. He glanced around, hoping to spot Marshpaw or Jaggedthorn or someone else he knew.
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Post by lazy penguin on Aug 2, 2020 22:56:27 GMT -5
Gullpaw
of riverclan ;; Viperstrike (strider )
"Viperstrike." Gullpaw meowed, mouth wide open. The name actually stunned him into silence for a good second or two. "THAT'S SUCH A COOL NAME!! It's so powerful and wow! Wow! If I had a name like that I'm pretty sure I wouldn't need to fight anyone, cats would just hear that 'Viperstike is coming for them' and run away!" Giving is pelt a shake, he tried to remember what she had asked after she'd said her name, but it was hard. Viperstrike was just too distracting and cool, even Mistypaw would be jealous. Oh right of course- his mentor- "I've been training for just about a moon, me and my sister Mistypaw- she's really cool by the way- were announced as apprentices last gathering!" He paused, wishing just a little that his sister was here tonight. "Oh and my mentor is Ripplestep. He's super amazing and strong and cool. He said I'm going to be a fierce warrior one day, but I dunno if I'll ever be as good as him. Did you have a really impressive mentor? Is that how you got your super awesome name? Are you like, the strongest warrior in WindClan?"
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 2, 2020 23:02:18 GMT -5
Mossynose Walking around the rock with Ravenpaw at her side, she kept an ear on the leaders. The gathering would have to starting soon enough.
"It is," Mossynose laughed, glancing towards the rock in question. "I am sure a few leaders have struggled to get up there," she meowed. The first time Batstar tried it... it was funny to watch but then again, not all of the cats were keeping a focused on their leaders. Of course, it was her duty to tease Batstar at the end of the gathering.
"They do smell kinda yucky, don't they?" Mossynose teased in a quiet voice, mostly to ensure her voice didn't carry.
"Riverclan smells like fish, river water... and somewhat like mildew," she wrinkled her nose.
"Thunderclan's scents is similar to ours but a little more woodsy," she tried to explain; however, they were one of their border clans so Ravenpaw would grow familiar to them every once in awhile.
"Do you remember how those birds smelled? Skyclan had that kinda of scent," Mossynose meowed, it wasn't a bad scent... better than Riverclan.
"Windclan usually smells like rabbits and grass, mostly grass though," she meowed with a glance towards the thin cats. She sometimes wondered how they could live in a territory with a lack of trees.
Hearing Cloudstar's introduction, "Come on, it's starting," she smiled and directed Ravenpaw towards the great rock. She was eager to listen to the other leader's reports. She wondered how they were dealing with the drought. Shadowclan was starting to have slightly noticeable complications. As she sat down at the base of the Great Rock, she noticed there was an ginger tom sitting closeby. She swished her tail in a silent greeting before directing her attention back towards Batstar and Ravenpaw.
She blinked at Squirrelstar's statement of not climbing trees (and the outrage from the Skyclan cats), Cloudstar's usual report, and Rainleaf-star's announcement. That would make sense why the molly wasn't sitting at the base of the rock anymore. She would have to congratulate the former deputy later. It was unfortunate to hear about Stagstar's passing but Rainleaf always seemed like a capable leader.
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Post by Sand on Aug 2, 2020 23:06:46 GMT -5
sparrowtuft of windclanaccompanied by everyone | four trees, great oaksOnce Rainstar had relayed ThunderClan's information, it was finally Sparrowtuft's turn to speak. Without Dawnstar or Teaselstar present, he was sure there would be chatter among the other clans regarding his presence. If they wished to question it, so be it, but he wasn't going to let their blabbing get to him. He got to his paws and stood tall, puffing his chest out slightly. His green gaze trailed across the ground below where all of the cats gathered.
Might as well get the bad news out of the way first. Well, except for one thing.
"Our leader, Dawnstar, lost her last life in a coyote attack," he began. "She is now with StarClan. Teaseltail, her deputy, received his nine lives from our ancestors. Unfortunately, he could not attend today's gathering due to sickness. As WindClan's new deputy, I was chosen to represent my clan today."
He paused for a moment, one that felt longer than it really seemed. He was quite confident in himself, so there was no problem with Sparrowtuft bearing the clan's news. "Roseshine and Nighthawk have become moor runners. Olivepaw is now an apprentice and is mentored by Shyrabbit," he announced, waiting for the cheers. Though none of them were able to attend the gathering, he knew WindClan would cheer for them.
"Nettlefrost recently passed away after being attacked by cattle near the barnyard. WindClan honors Nettlefrost and Dawnstar for their hard work while serving WindClan. May StarClan allow them to run freely on their moors."
And now, of course, for the drought. It was something that no cat could forget, especially with how hot it had been lately. "As for the heat and the drought, we are cautious of fires starting on the moors," he added. The only clan that could possibly be effected by the fires was ThunderClan, and maybe RiverClan. He glanced at Cloudstar, then Rainstar briefly before moving on. "Other than that, prey is running well for WindClan. We hope that the other clans fare well for the next moon and the many to come. That is all I have to report for WindClan."
He dipped his piebald head and stepped back slowly, letting out a sigh. In Sparrowtuft's opinion, the gathering had gone quite well. There wasn't a single spat nor an outcry. image source - unknown | some BODY
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Post by little blu ♥ on Aug 2, 2020 23:06:55 GMT -5
Merlincatcher Windclan // open // at gathering ༄ ✰ ༄ The thin tom slipped cautiously through his clan-mates, his wide green eyes slipping over the other felines gathered around him. His ear twitched in a bit of annoyance at all the noise, Merlincatcher was always one for quiet - possibly because of his large, sensitive ears. Though most cats enjoyed these little outings, even considering it an honor to be chosen to go, the tom didn't feel the same. He never had much hope that the peace that carefully rested between the clans would remain steady. Especially with this drought.
He settled himself on the edge of a cluster of some of his clan mates, curling his twig-like tail around his paws. Merlincatcher tried to convince himself to relax, though it was hard on the old moor-runner. He was a tom who was used to wide open spaces and running with the breeze rustling his pelt. Being in this clearing full of cats... it made him feel a bit claustrophobic. His claws flexed anxiously into the ground below his paws.
Whitefox Skyclan // with Brambleleaf // at gathering ﹝ ☼ ﹞ Whitefox of course had been chosen for the gathering! Poppystorm had no say in that decision, the grouchy old bird! He snickered lightly at his own thoughts, his odd colored eyes twinkling in the dim light. The white and ginger tom was of course, milling around, smiling flirtatiously at anyone who caught his gaze. The young tom was truly a hopeless cause by most standards. Just as he was about to go make a fool of himself with some ThunderClan molly, a familiar pelt caught his eye.
Bramblepaw was a RiverClan apprentice he'd spoken to maybe... three gatherings ago? Deciding to go and say hello, Whitefox padded over towards the other tom with his usual swagger. "Hey.. Bramblepaw, right? It's Whitepaw, well, Whitefox now!" the tom grinned widely and puffed out his chest in pride. It had been many moons since they'd last spoken to each other after all, he'd still been an apprentice! And this tortoiseshell tom before him had been barely out of the nursery, a new apprentice at his first gathering.
"You look a little nervous, luv, you alright? How's RiverClan faring with all this heat?" Whitefox asked, flicking his tail in a friendly manner against the other tom's flank. He sat down beside him as Batstar spoke, barely listening to a word the leader said, more focused on reconnecting with the tom next to him. Then the other leaders began to report and the young warrior had to resist a sigh of defeat.
Sandhaze Riverclan // open // at gathering ≈≈ ꕥ ≈≈ The siamese molly had found herself a place to rest near enough to her clan mates to ease her mind. Sandhaze was exhausted after a day of trying to hunt land prey that made her life incredibly difficult. She really wasn't any good at it, which wasn't at all helpful for their clan at the moment. Her sigh was heavy as she rested her head on her paws, icy blue eyes blinking slowly. Her dark brown ears were pressed tightly to her skull, as though that would help block out all the chatter that surrounded her. She felt like she could sleep for a moon.
Her attention was briefly taken by Batstar as she gave her report, listening intently to every word. Light flicks of her tail showed her deep thought as she considered the repercussions of this drought. It was definitely affecting everyone, no matter what clan. Sandhaze grew more worried about this heat by the day. If there was a StarClan up there - she quietly scoffed at the idea - she hoped they had the "magic" to send some rain. That would be lovely and useful of their dead ancestors. She listened quietly as the other leaders said their piece.
Cardinalpaw Thunderclan // open // at gathering ϟ ϟ ☁ ϟ ϟ
Cardinalpaw was ecstatic to be at the gathering, though he was more than a bit nervous without Monarchstorm or his brother at his side. That was definitely a new experience for the red furred tom. His bright green eyes shifted around at all the cats, still amazed that they all fit at Fourtrees. His gaze landed eagerly on a few passing cats but before he could open his mouth to speak, Batstar, the ShadowClan leader had begun her report.
Cowed for the time being, the tom tried to remain still, his attention wavering a few times when a bird called or a cricket chirped. Okay, so his attention span wasn't that great, not when he was all wound up like this. He wanted to explore, maybe even to find some friends... especially since he felt a bit lost without his mentor and Thistlepaw.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 2, 2020 23:15:55 GMT -5
Raggedfinch Skyclan Warrior Open The green-eyed tom was watching the Great Rock. He sat with his tail curled around his paws and listened to the leaders giving their reports. He figured nothing in Skyclan's report would be surprising to him.
However when Squirrelstar opened her mouth. All the senior warrior could do is blink.
No more tree climbing? It was their legacy. Skyclan belonged in the trees.
He knew that being grounded was going to be okay but it was shock that their leader wouldn't give them prior warning to the gathering. Raggedfinch made a slight face. Sometimes he swear cats in leadership often lost their minds.
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strider
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Post by strider on Aug 2, 2020 23:17:15 GMT -5
Viperstrike of WindClan | Gathering | Gullpaw (lazy penguin) Viperstrike had to give it to the apprentice, he was endearing. Though she couldn’t imagine being his mentor and having to handle all of his energy – leave that to some of the more experienced warriors. “Dawnstar was good at naming,” she acknowledged, flicking her tail thoughtfully. “Although it does help to have some battle skill to back up the name.” Her voice was quieter as she said it, as though she was letting Gullpaw in on a secret. “Doesn’t matter how impressive your name is if you don’t know how to fight.” She turned her green eyes fully on Gullpaw, nodding thoughtfully. “I believe I’ve seen Ripplestep before.” She had a general idea of most of the older warriors in each Clan, and though she’d never actually spoken to the tom, she knew of him. “You’re in good paws. I thought my mentor was pretty impressive until she started waking me up too early for patrols,” she laughed softly, “She’s still a better hunter than me, but I must say I’m faster,” she purred, then blinked slowly at Gullpaw. “No, I’m not the strongest. But a Clan can’t thrive without each of its warrior’s individual strengths. Remember that.”
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Aug 2, 2020 23:22:39 GMT -5
»𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣« »𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 's 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣// 𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘« With the announcements over but the gathering still in full swing, Squirrelstar turned, walking over to the back of the rock. She swiped her tail over Batstar before jumping down, signalling for the leader to fall her away from the rest. She would be lying if she didn't admit it created a bit of anger at Rainstar's lie, but it was fine. Stagstar was dead and it brought some joy to her. Dawnstar's death was a bit sadder, though she did like Teaseltail a bit more than the former. She continued her pace a bit outside the trees, settling in the shadows of one. They were far enough from the other leaders that they couldn't hear them converse, that was good. She'd hate for them to hear her scathing review of their clans.
"Stagstar's death is quite the enjoyable news, you know, the tom took my first life. I wonder how he died...I hope it was painful, that tom was a thorn in my side for moons." She grunted, looking back to the rock where Rainstar sat. She would be her new target, whether the leader wanted to be or not. She needed more territory and Thunderclan's was ripe for the taking. "I think I might take your suggestion to heart." She hinted, tail lashing behind her.
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 2, 2020 23:26:41 GMT -5
Brambleleaf of RiverClan | Gathering | Whitefox (little blu ♥) Brambleleaf glanced over at the sound of his name – his old name he noted with interest, confused until his eyes caught on the white and ginger tom he’d met a while back. “Whitefox, huh?” he replied, taking note of the pride the tom had in his new name. “Congratulations! It’s Brambleleaf now, actually,” he added, unable to keep the pride out of his own voice. It had been… wow, it had been a long time since he’d last seen Whitepaw. Er, Whitefox. It was hard enough to remember the changing names of his own Clanmates, let alone the friends he made at gatherings and then mostly forgot about. He opened his mouth to say more when the leaders began talking. Speaking loudly while they gave their reports wasn’t a good idea, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t continue the conversation. “Hey, at least we’ve got water to cool off in when it gets too hot,” he whispered, his ears twitching with amusement. “How do you even live without that? You can’t get cool by just jumping in trees… can you?” Brambleleaf wasn’t particularly familiar with how climbing worked, but he trusted his friend… were they friends? Didn’t matter, Brambleleaf was going to consider Whitefox his friend at least until the Gathering was over. “Haven’t really been to a Gathering since I became a warrior,” he added under his breath. “It’s weird seeing people again.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 23:32:57 GMT -5
- - Copperspots of RiverClan [ Feathertalon] Well there you have it, the main portion of the gathering was over. Now all that was left to do was chat for a little longer until the leaders decided it was time to go back home. Copperspots and Chickenflight didn’t have much longer now, did they? A small pit dropped in Copperspots’ stomach at the thought. He enjoyed spending time with Chickenflight, probably more than he should, the thought that their time together was once again approaching an end made him...sad. However at least this time he knew it wouldn’t be a whole moon before they got to see each other again. “Wow, two new leaders, it must’ve been a busy moon for ThunderClan and WindClan,” Copperspots said, glancing over at Chickenflight. Two new leaders, a couple deaths, some new warriors and apprentices, lots of drought talk, it seemed as if there had been a lot to announce this time.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 2, 2020 23:37:50 GMT -5
- - Ravenpaw of ShadowClan [ Blaze ♡] It was a good thing that Ravenpaw had done a lot of listening in his life because he was pretty sure it had prepared him for this night. Between listening to his mother explain the different smells that the other clans had to everything the leaders had to say, Ravenpaw wasn’t even sure he had processed it all yet. “That’s really sad about Stagstar and Dawnstar,” he mewed out, looking down at his feet. Obviously he didn’t know either of them personally, he hadn’t even seen any of them at all, however he knew that they would’ve had their own loved ones in their own clans. Ravenpaw couldn’t even imagine how he’d feel if any of his family died. “What do we do now? Do we get to go home now?” Ravenpaw asked, looking back up at his mother, blinking his large, greenish blue eyes at her. He’d like that, being able to go home now. He had had quite enough of being around so many other cats to last him a lifetime.
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