Ashpaw (he/him) Light grey tabby with blue/grey eyes
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Ashpaw was a little taken aback by Newtlight's suggestion, but it wasn't like he regretted it. Would it be okay if they joined the group of apprentices? He didn't want to bother Flamepaw if she was having a nice conversation with someone else, but he really wanted to join her. He guessed that it would be okay if he brought Newtlight with him, so they would be able to introduce each other the new connections. "Alright, let's go then." He replied after a few moments.
Ashpaw made his way through the crowd of cats with the she-cat at his heels, turning back only once to check that she didn't remain behind.
As they reached the group, he greeted Flamepaw with a purr and announced: "Hello! I'm Ashpaw, and this is Newtlight from Thunderclan." His gray eyes rested on each one of the stranger cats. They seemed all of his and Flamepaw's age, so Newtlight seemed to be the only warrior here. Would they be glad to make conversation with them?
Newt was a little surprised Ashpaw had wanted him to follow her, she had thought he would have wanted to join a group of his own rank. She could hear it now her brother teasing her about hanging out with a group of apprentices. Maybe this was a little too much socializing for one evening? The dark molly tossed a closed-mouth smile towards the younger cats anxious to make her escape, perhaps she would hide with her sister.
He felt heated by this gruffy warriors laugh, and a bit embarrassed about coming off too strong towards him. He silently bowed his head in apology. He was only asking a question wasn't he? He jittered, lapping over one of his ears with his paw. He peeked a glance at the commotion going on around him before staring at Pondwhisker. Giving the warrior the attention he needed. As he continued to listen, sudden adrenaline pumped blood into his heart. It was like the tom was trying to explain to a kit in a jovial tone. With all of Pondwhiskers certain descriptions, he might've found out that he was somehow related to the tom in some way. Guessing why the reason the warrior came up to him suddenly whipping out a question about his mother of all things. The way he's describing my mother is a bit.. romantic.
Seeing the tom emotional he waved his tail frantically. The moment the tom said 'you' his sockets bulged out. All sorts of confusing emotions and feelings were going through his body and mind like circuits. He couldn't help but want to plunge his ears out. The way the tom just briskly said that they were related! And your my father just out of the blue! He couldn't believe this nonsense at all. Maybe he's just reminiscing about old times. His mind must have been sent back a bit.. right? But the tom seemed to be in his right mind, words could accurately be deciphered. He huffed, "Blatant lies old man. Why don't you go back to Riverclan and calm your nerves? You might have the wrong cat." He snarled. He didn't want to believe any of it. None of it. My father? Psshhh!"And if you want to know how my mothers doing, she's dead. Forgotten by the rest of the world." He moved away from the Riverclan warrior. Quickly heading over towards a smaller space to give himself some air. Trying to contemplate what he just heard from the warriors maw.
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Rainpaw felt hardly any anger toward the younger apprentice. Sure, he was rude and deserved a smack to the back of the head to knock some sense into that mouse-sized brain of his, but the older apprentice couldn't muster up the courage to do so in front of all the Clans. If he could, he would actually knock some sense into Blazingpaw back at camp. Taking in a deep breath, Rainpaw's ear flicked toward a conversation between his father and a RiverClanner. It seemed to be a nice conversation, so the young tabby didn't feel the need to protect Thrushfur, but... the mention of something the RiverClanner said was... interesting. W-what? Horror spread across his face and he flicked his green eyes toward the pair. I'm... n-no! That's impossible!
But the young tom couldn't help but try to find out more. He had to find out who the cat was and why he was making such a comment at the Gathering. Not bothering to say goodbye to his fellow ThunderClan apprentice, Rainpaw rose to his paws and padded over to stand next to his father.
"Who in StarClan's name do you think you are?" he growled. "My father is a ThunderClanner, you're a RiverClanner, there's no way you two could be related!" There's no way I could be part RiverClan... I was born in ThunderClan, and so was my dad!
"Dad... is it... is it true?" Rainpaw was now shaking as he looked up at his feathery-furred father. He couldn't bear to hear the truth, but something in his mind told him to ask if it really was. This RiverClanner does seem to look a little like dad...
Reedwhisker dipped her head as Pikestar mentioned all who've died. She kept her head low as she listened to Twilightstar's announcements and lifted them back up to acknowledge the new warriors amongst the rival Clan's ranks.
pondwhisker
The tom had a soft smile that slowly fell the more Thrushfur reacted to his words. He wasn't lying... The old tom felt his heart slowly fall as the feathery tom padded away. His final words made him tear up. Dead? No, No. No. She would never die and be forgotten. How could they forget her?"Wait-" He called, standing, before an apprentice padded over. He gave the child an incredulous look, and he was surprised the apprentice was so quick to stand up to him and be hostile. That's when the apprentice called the feathery tom - Thrushfur - dad. "Youngin, many things happen and sometimes different Clanned cats fall in love. Sometimes, StarClan allows it, and in the case of yer grandmother and I... It seems they did not." His mew got quiet, and he found his eyes tearing again. How could a molly like that die?
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Gatherings. Gingerfrost always did find them awfully long. And if he had to be honest, he wasn't really paying as much attention this peculiar night... Not that he ever paid much attention, it was simply that with everything going on lately, the shield had opted to keeping and extra ear perked on the announcements. This time however he simply could not be bothered and gradually tuned the noise of the gathering out, only really partially watching for any information that might actual be important or practical. He was just tired this time.
Rainpaw felt hardly any anger toward the younger apprentice. Sure, he was rude and deserved a smack to the back of the head to knock some sense into that mouse-sized brain of his, but the older apprentice couldn't muster up the courage to do so in front of all the Clans. If he could, he would actually knock some sense into Blazingpaw back at camp. Taking in a deep breath, Rainpaw's ear flicked toward a conversation between his father and a RiverClanner. It seemed to be a nice conversation, so the young tabby didn't feel the need to protect Thrushfur, but... the mention of something the RiverClanner said was... interesting. W-what? Horror spread across his face and he flicked his green eyes toward the pair. I'm... n-no! That's impossible!
But the young tom couldn't help but try to find out more. He had to find out who the cat was and why he was making such a comment at the Gathering. Not bothering to say goodbye to his fellow ThunderClan apprentice, Rainpaw rose to his paws and padded over to stand next to his father.
"Who in StarClan's name do you think you are?" he growled. "My father is a ThunderClanner, you're a RiverClanner, there's no way you two could be related!" There's no way I could be part RiverClan... I was born in ThunderClan, and so was my dad!
"Dad... is it... is it true?" Rainpaw was now shaking as he looked up at his feathery-furred father. He couldn't bear to hear the truth, but something in his mind told him to ask if it really was. This RiverClanner does seem to look a little like dad...
No reddish brown hairs of his deputy, only a few red-brown coats were spotted that belonged to those that Blazingpaw did not care about. His attention was swept away unguarded as his ears took up the lead again, catching the words from the familiar voice of the apprentice that Blazingpaw told off.
Turning his head over his shoulder, the brown cat watched Rainpaw next to his father and a RiverClan oldie, telling about blah blah blah, RiverClannner relation with his father? Color Blazingpaw interested. A smirk formed on his maw. Now looking at all three of them closely, he could see some resemblance, but it was enough to To have my clanmates believe about Rainpaw’s secret!
As Thrushfur had enough of this madness and stalked away, Blazingpaw quickly snapped his eyes away from the three kin, acting like he hadn’t heard such a juicy secret. Stalking away, well more like skipping away, Blazingpaw hummed.
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Flamepaw was rather pleased with herself to have made a few friends at this moon's Gathering. She looked in the direction of a familiar voice who seemed to be followed by another ThunderClan warrior. This ThunderClan warrior's name was a mystery to her so she stayed quiet until Ashpaw introduced himself and the warrior so she wouldn't look like she was a complete loner in her own Clan. Newtlight... interesting name.
"Hi, Newtlight! Hi, Ashpaw!" she purred and struggled to keep herself from kneading the sand with her paws as she mentioned her best friend's name. "This is Nightpaw, Ospreypaw, and... we don't really know his name. He won't say it."
As she introduced each of her new friends, she looked at each one so Ashpaw and Newtlight could match names with pelts. This was the first time Flamepaw had ever interacted with so many cats, but she was glad to get to know so many. The ShadowClan apprentice looked like he wouldn't say anything so she just shrugged her shoulders and moved on.
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Flamepaw was rather pleased with herself to have made a few friends at this moon's Gathering. She looked in the direction of a familiar voice who seemed to be followed by another ThunderClan warrior. This ThunderClan warrior's name was a mystery to her so she stayed quiet until Ashpaw introduced himself and the warrior so she wouldn't look like she was a complete loner in her own Clan. Newtlight... interesting name.
"Hi, Newtlight! Hi, Ashpaw!" she purred and struggled to keep herself from kneading the sand with her paws as she mentioned her best friend's name. "This is Nightpaw, Ospreypaw, and... we don't really know his name. He won't say it."
As she introduced each of her new friends, she looked at each one so Ashpaw and Newtlight could match names with pelts. This was the first time Flamepaw had ever interacted with so many cats, but she was glad to get to know so many. The ShadowClan apprentice looked like he wouldn't say anything so she just shrugged her shoulders and moved on.
Nightpaw was quite shaken “I-I dont know them, T-They know my name, I-I never told them” she said in fear “I-Ive never met them in my life” she said full of worry to ashpaw and newlight. Nightpaw brushed her paw against her fur as she looked at flamepaw then looked at ospreypaw “sorry” she said
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Ashpaw (he/him) Light grey tabby with blue/grey eyes
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Well, this is... odd. Ashpaw was looking rather friendly at the three apprentices, but two of them seemed completely lost and not really willing to a conversation. I wonder how Flamepaw managed to push them into this... He suppressed a chuckle as he thought about her friend's persuasiveness.
Newtlight was also looking kinda uncomfortable, and Ashpaw was starting to think that maybe more cats than he could've imagined didn't like to conversate at the Gatherings. But hey, that's what Gatherings are for. He thought with a twitch of his ear, now unsure about how to integrate himself in the group.
"Well, hello Nightpaw and Ospreypaw. And you, of course!" he greeted cheerfully the third mysterious apprentice, who was apparently a Shadowclan cat. Maybe that's just Dawnstar's influence on the younger cats. I've heard she's a beast...
Ashpaw looked awkwardly at the group of cats encircled in silence, then flipped his gaze on Flamepaw and blinked at her. A clear signal that now the situation was in her paws.
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Raising an incredulous eyebrow in Darkpaw’s direction, Lark quietly pursed her lips as he assured her that he wasn’t ‘trying anything’. Aha, like she was going to fall for that! Lark was not a complete idiot. But… In truth, Larkpaw did not mind either. The conversation was welcome, as she had dearly needed someone to talk to without having to jump on them and force conversation on the poor soul. Mouth twisting slightly with grimness just at the thought, Larkpaw shook her head, returning back to reality. Oh, right, Darkpaw was still speaking to her.
Refocusing on the words of her companion, Larkpaw was greatly grieved by her own numerous missteps. Skies above, she really needed saving from this situation. It was not awkward, no. In fact, Larkpaw felt at ease with the banter flying back and forth between them, even if it was at her own expense. She did not mind it too much, but alas, Larkpaw was not used to being outwitted.
Today was not really going well for her. At least, her mouth was being an absolute idiot today, sprouting random things that she couldn’t back up. Larkpaw half coughed, half cleared her throat with embarrassment at the mention of what she’d said earlier to Ashpaw. “Ehem,” Clearing her throat once again, Lark was fully ready to defend herself from further embarrassment when a new thought occurred to her. A wickedly mischievous gleam entered her amber gaze, and Lark found an amused smirk warming her features. Finally, she had a way to turn the tables.
“Be careful. I wouldn't tease me, because otherwise I may find myself mentioning the flustered countenance of a tom who is not acute to being flirted with.” Larkpaw lifted a paw and licked it before drawing it over her ear.
Darkpaw smiled when Larkpaw seemed at a loss for words. He had her, and there was nothing she could do! Or so he thought anyways. Basking in his temporary win, his smile only grew wider with Larkpaw’s “Ehem.” as she cleared her throat once more. ’She’s trapped’ the tom thought, satisfied with himself. His wide smile turned into a slight frown when Larkpaw smirked, ’What is she up to now?’ he wondered worriedly.
The large apprentice let out a sputtering cough at the grey she-cat’s jab. This time, he was the one left speechless. ”Well, umm…” he began. Gosh that was so lame! How was she going to take him seriously when he was so obviously flustered! Wracking his brain to come up with a response, he looked up at the sky for a moment. He couldn’t come up with anything! Why couldn’t he come up with anything!? He hated being caught off guard like this, and with a defeated sigh he knew he wouldn’t be winning this round. ”Oh would you look at that, the stars are absolutely lovely tonight,” he mewed in an attempt to divert attention from his inability to handle flirting to change the subject.
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Re: October Gathering
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Slatestripe only grunted in response and turned his attention back to the leaders. Much to his disdain, he’d missed most of Sparrowstar’s announcements while talking to her own Clan’s apprentice. Why did he have to bug him, of every single cat at the Gathering!? Didn’t he have some mentor he could’ve asked instead?
Irritation spiked through his fur. It’s just like a ThunderClan cat to not be able to be on time for a Gathering. Sparrowstar really needs to keep her apprentices in line. He just hoped the ThunderClan apprentice left him alone, now.
Once Sparrowstar finished her announcements, Slatestripe started to get up. He halted, however, upon seeing all the leaders stay put on the rocks. Was some other announcement coming? It was standard for everyone to leave after the fourth leader gave their announcements.
( Slate’s not a huge fan of cats from other Clans, especially ThunderClan lol. You’re welcome to have Weaselpaw keep bugging him, though )
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Weaselpaw fell in a trance, then struck his gaze towards the Riverclan warrior. He did a couple of small peeks towards the warrior, yellow eyes narrowed. He had a few questions in mind - especially one. Though his funny expression was visible as he went into deep thought. He could already sense the warriors irritation from a mile away. The first step was to start the sentence without causing the warrior to bristle his fur like thorns. How about greetings? No too formal. Hi? No too casual.. He puckered his lips. His ears perked as the invisible secluding sound of a ding. A lightbulb flickered as he finally got what he wanted to say. Of course would this be the greatest idea he had in mind? No.
"Hello, erm.. I have another question.." His lips quivered. The anticipation for this question made his heart race. The question he wished to know. He wanted to know- no. Needed to. He gulped. Taking a few raspy breathes. Here goes nothing."Well.. do you know how rocks are made?" His yellow eyes blinked innocently like the shine of the sun. Gleaming upon the realm of mortal cats. He would guess that the warrior wouldn't answer this question seriously due to how sudden and ridiculous the question would sound to them. Though he was silently wishing for at least a good answer that could grasp an image. He eyed the warrior - preparing for somewhat.. 'war'.
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