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Newtbelly

he/him - Agatha Kitty - 17 moons
ShadowClan warrior

header: @/daragca


Dawnstar was leading them here. He was pleased to have such a resilient leader who wouldn't put a gaggle of kits above the clan. ShadowClan certainly won't have a target on their back, ever. Not under Dawnstar, at least. The clan crept onto the beach once again he felt stones and sand in his paws. He wasn't a fan, the tom was built for soft marshy territories. A pungent scent soon reached his nose, distracting him from his thoughts. RiverClan. He sneered. Hopefully, one of them would act up and he could sink his claws in. He was dying for a fight at the moment. As usual, he made his way to the edge of the group, keeping a firm eye out for any misdemeanours he could get involved in. He was never one for chatter.


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Darkleaf
they/she - 58 moons

Header: ferretfever



What a joy it was to get out of the territory - she loved ShadowClan more than anything, but each gathering served as a breath of fresh air, a change from the day to day. They padded onto the beach calmly, trying to spy out a group to chat with. RiverClan were back, no surprise here. It was unlikely that they'd start something at a gathering, but it wasn't totally out of the question They had an immense amount of respect for Dawnstar, still attending the gathering. They worried, though. Was she overworking herself? It was certainly none of their business, but they couldn't help but worry.


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Buttercuptwist
she/her - 76 moons

She always enjoyed gatherings, learning what the other clans were up to and whatnot. Though, she'd of course learnt her lesson not to get too friendly. It was never worth it. Twilightstar came to a stop. Had something happened?

RiverClan.
RiverClan!? She curbed her enthusiasm, stifling an excited gasp. Finally, closure? Maybe the guilt weighing deep in her heart could be curbed. So many moons had passed, but she still cared for him, even just as a friend. Not knowing whether he was dead or alive reminded her of this. With the rest of the clan, she rushed in, searching desperately for the tom. She found herself darting throughout the crowd, desperate to see any sign of him, but... There was nothing. In the middle of the crowd, she plopped down. What was she expecting? The two of them were getting old. Maybe his strength wasn't what it used to be. Or maybe he just wasn't here. She knew if she were in RiverClan, she definitely wouldn't want to attend this gathering. Why come along, just to be scorned at by the other clans? She sighed. It was hopeless. So few cats showed kindness to the other clans nowadays, even thought they were all the same. Looking glum, she tilted her head up to the leaders. Were announcements in order yet?

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