With clear skies and cold breezes, Cloudjumper made sure that her fur was fluffed out as her heavy paws followed the slop that lead towards the gathering. Already the scents of many cats were hitting her, some of which she recognized while others remained a mystery. A faint trace of blood lingered in the air, and the source appeared to be a bleeding ShadowClan tom. "Of course," came the amused snort from the warrior which was shortly followed up by a dismissive roll of her eyes. ShadowClan and fighting at Gatherings, what else had she been expecting?
Taking note that WindClan appeared to be the last to arrive, Cloudjumper took her usual seat right up front and turned her attention to the leaders. Dawnstar, Kestrelstar, and... wait. ThunderClan was clearly here due to their dull dirty scent, but where was their leader? Confusion only lasted momentarily before the fluffy she-cat gave a shrug and figured it would be revealed as the announcements took place.
The new medicine cat followed closely behind Twilightstar, eyes round with awe while his gaze flickered about the clearing with curiosities. This would be Cowpaw's first gathering in his new role - and his first gathering in general. Truly an amazing thing and an honor but, if he had to confess, his heart was racing at the speed of thousands of rabbits. Meetings at Windclan were simple, he knew most of his clanmates by their prominent features or, maybe scent, mannerisms, so many things and even that tended to be overwhelming for him. He pauses, mouth dry. It was simple enough, gatherings seemed to be... multiple meetings at once, if that made enough sense?
His eyebrows furrow lightly together, a Windclan apprentice already arrived before them? That was dangerous, but well, at least he would give Tigerpaw the benefit that she did make it before them. Speaking of that, were they late? He couldn't tell, all the scents mashed together in an unpleasant manner.
Cowpaw lets out a squeak as Twilightstar leaves his side, a spark of betrayal in his eyes but nothing serious. Stars, how did everyone know where to go? Clearly others just had.. more experience, right, well, hm, hm, hm! Gee, his tongue clicks softly against the roof of his mouth and without a second fault he dives into the crowd. Which was to be regretted because he could smell the stench of blood. His floppy ears flattened against his skull, too loud for him to pick out any context but, really, Cowpaw just wanted to make sure this didn't go too awful. To the tom's luck, his nose almost hits gently against the shoulder of someone. Sniff, sniff.
Rockwing!!! A purr erupts from him, and he lifts a paw, panickily tapping against his brother's shoulder. He did his best to slow it down, but his words were rough but simply was along the lines of, I need a small favor! Do you mind,, showing me where Snakeheart is and... the others? I'm not - not sure what they look like but, I think Snakeheart has ... reddish, orange fur, ? Cowpaw explained, dipping his head in gratefulness. He could only hope Rockwing was able to gauge what he was referring to, he must've gone to more gatherings than him..? (Eep, wait, wait, does this mean he's going to meet Shadowclan's medicine cat, too?) [ @Naiad ]
@Rani @Nixey @Shade. // cow doesn't directly interact with em yet, but just so yall know he has arrived he's comin, he's comin
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➢ Walking along with the rest of Windclan, the dark-furred maine coon raised his head to the clear sky above them, filled with tiny bright stars. He remembered when he was a small kitten, his mother had told him that Starclan was always watching over them. Were Silversky and Mousewhisper watching over him right now on this special night? He would like to think so. “Splotchpaw,” Lotuswhisper meowed to his young apprentice, “I expect you to be on your very best behavior tonight. This is your first gathering, making it a very special once-in-a-lifetime occasion.” The moment they entered the beach, the familiar (and haunting) stench of blood came to his senses. Huh? The hefty warrior soon caught sight of the dead body of another cat, close by being two Shadowclan warriors. How was he not surprised? Shaking his head, the dark-furred tomcat looked to Splotchpaw. “Stick close to me.” He said to the white-furred youth, his tone showing obvious concern towards the chaos that seemed to take over his gathering. The long-furred maine coon’s shoulder ached still from the adder bite that he had received several sunrises ago. There was no serious damage, but the damn thing hurt like a deep thorn in his flesh. As Lotuswhisper sat down among his clanmates, he gestured with his large bushy tail for Splotchpaw to sit beside him - though he prepared for the youth to not listen. This gathering’s aura didn’t sit well with him, but the Windclan warrior did his best to remain calm. His mate, Snowflower, would probably scold him the moment they knew Lotuswhisper was at the gathering and not in the med den resting after his unlucky injury, but he didn’t care. This was a special event and his apprentice’s first gathering. He wouldn’t miss such a moment, no matter what. Lotuswhisper could only hope that all the mindless violence had ended for the night.
xxx > Lotuspaw | Thunderclan Apprentice | @SourCream // just their response to oaksong leaving!! // open to others, just be warned they are bein a menace
"O, oh, thank you, " They mew in surprise to cover up the disappointment that Oaksong wouldn't be coming with them to this 'friendly adventure on the beach'. If they had bothered to make another move, tempt her further, it fell flat as they couldn't get another word in. Lotuspaw didn't want to tell some fish cat about Thunderclan's problems and didn't want to hear about Riverclan's wellbeing either. A huff escapes from them, squinting their eyes at Oaksong. They wanted to press but nah, "Kay, " it was a dismissive response while they watched her walk away. Seems like it was a waste of time but, nonetheless, they had... inspirations now.
Lotuspaw looked to the leaders, a smug smirk beginning to spread across their face. If they couldn't get another ... accidental voluteener, they would go for the BIG small CATS!!! This mischievous plan brought giggles from them but it was cut short as Dawnstar leapt from the Seastone. They died down, choking in their throat, stopping their breathing with a sudden gasp - jaw agape with shock.
Red flooded into their vision like wildfire, sparking each limb into tension - claws unsheathing like a second instinct. It was quick, if they blinked maybe they would miss it, but no, the apprentice could only be a witness. Their gaze slowly dropped to the ground where Sprucefall lay, limp, lifeless eyes. (Just like Mama. Just like Mama. Just like Aspen.) Lotuspaw whimpers, pinning their ears back, "what..,, what the ,, heck man,,, this,,, this is supposed to ..." it was supposed to be peaceful. wasn't that the whole jest? what even happened?
A trembling paw lifts to paw at their cheek, whatever, whatever. didn't matter. couldn't change it.
Lotuspaw turns away, moving closer towards the edge of the clearing to explore near the sea. Copper eyes looking out for a red, weird, funky, creature - one with two misshaped claws. Crabs. Crabs, yeah, that's what they wanted. Whatever just happened? It wasn't anyone important to them so, they were going to suck it up.
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Spiderpaw stood awkwardly, looking around at all of the cats around him. Dear Starclan... I never thought I'd see this many cats in my whole life. Before the Gathering he had done his best to groom his pelt, and he reminded himself to keep a low profile. At the moment, he didn't want a lot of attention on himself. His amber eyes scanned the clearing for his new friend, Cloudpaw, when his eyes landed on her. He then immediately thought about her mentor, Kestralstar, and looked up towards the leaders. He was curious if Cloudpaw still felt like she was like every other cat, but Spiderpaw knew very well that not all cats got the clan's leader to be their mentor. He twitched his tail, a small spark of jealousy coming over him. He took a deep breath and fixed his posture. Don't let your thoughts get ahead of you, Spiderpaw. Keep yourself under control.
He started to get more and more anxious just sitting there by himself, his thoughts often drifting back to the thoughts of the cats around him. Spiderpaw didn't feel like going to the Gathering; there were a lot of spots he'd rather be at. He did his best to think of the river and the sounds of splashing water, but Spiderpaw's breathing just seemed to quicken. Calm yourself... calm yourself... He'd shift his paws every so often, hoping that no other cat would notice him acting like this. He absolutely hated being alone like this in front of so many cats. What if they thought he was just some weird apprentice? Or even worse; an outcast in the clan? He glanced towards Cloudpaw again. Perhaps he should go sit by her? Would that change the thoughts the cats had of him? He stood, and awkwardly padded over to the other black and white apprentice.
'' U-uh... hey Cloudpaw! Do you mind if I sit with you? ''
[also sorry if this is a bad time! gatherings and clan meetings are really hard for me to pay attention to and I often miss things so forgive me if this is a bad time o-0]
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➢ Walking along with the rest of Windclan, the dark-furred maine coon raised his head to the clear sky above them, filled with tiny bright stars. He remembered when he was a small kitten, his mother had told him that Starclan was always watching over them. Were Silversky and Mousewhisper watching over him right now on this special night? He would like to think so. “Splotchpaw,” Lotuswhisper meowed to his young apprentice, “I expect you to be on your very best behavior tonight. This is your first gathering, making it a very special once-in-a-lifetime occasion.” The moment they entered the beach, the familiar (and haunting) stench of blood came to his senses. Huh? The hefty warrior soon caught sight of the dead body of another cat, close by being two Shadowclan warriors. How was he not surprised? Shaking his head, the dark-furred tomcat looked to Splotchpaw. “Stick close to me.” He said to the white-furred youth, his tone showing obvious concern towards the chaos that seemed to take over his gathering. The long-furred maine coon’s shoulder ached still from the adder bite that he had received several sunrises ago. There was no serious damage, but the damn thing hurt like a deep thorn in his flesh. As Lotuswhisper sat down among his clanmates, he gestured with his large bushy tail for Splotchpaw to sit beside him - though he prepared for the youth to not listen. This gathering’s aura didn’t sit well with him, but the Windclan warrior did his best to remain calm. His mate, Snowflower, would probably scold him the moment they knew Lotuswhisper was at the gathering and not in the med den resting after his unlucky injury, but he didn’t care. This was a special event and his apprentice’s first gathering. He wouldn’t miss such a moment, no matter what. Lotuswhisper could only hope that all the mindless violence had ended for the night.
Splotchpaw had tailed after his mentor, a paw covering his muzzle and looking absolutely disgusted. Initially, he was excited to attend his first Gathering-he'd get to meet the other Clans! And make new friends!-but now, he was regretting every life choice up until now. It stank! The RiverClan border was bad, ShadowClan was worse, but the combination of both was just awful! Probably enough to kill! How could the others stand this?! He could also smell some blood... Did someone get hurt? He couldn't tell: Lotuswhisper had sat in a spot where he couldn't see, and other cats were crowded in the commotion. Ew, socializing.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it..." he muttered, plopping down next to the dark tabby and looking at his still healing injury. "Hey, did you tell anyone about that? Should I tell them? Want me to ask Cowpaw, or your mate?"
Whiteclaw got back up, "I'm fine" He mewed, "I hope Storm ran away forever, a cat trying to rejoin his own clan, especially considering it was during a gathering-" He paused, trying not to think of the times that he had been rude to his own clanmates, "Shimmerbird, thank you, and I saw that Birdpaw left, but big thanks to her as well" He let out a mrrow of amusement
@NinjaBloss
--Shimmerbird (RC)--
The molly just awkwardly scooted away from the weird as hell tom when he thanked her. Why was a ShadowClan warrior offering thanks when she was chasing off an exiled RiverClan warrior. And he had seem severely injured, yet now he was walking just fine? Eh, it was probably some weird ShadowClan voodoo mouse-dung. Who knew what Dawnstar even did to her warriors to make them so freakishly strong.
--Fallownose (WC)--
The WindClan tom slipped into the crowd of cats with a slight frown on his face. The air was tense and was clear something, or multiple somethings, had happened before WindClan had arrived. There was the scent of blood, and a seemingly injured ShadowClan warrior. And then there was the fact that ThunderClan was here, yet their was no leader for them up on the Streamstone. Where the heck where Aspenstar and Dogbark? Better yet, what the heck was even going on?!
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Splotchpaw had tailed after his mentor, a paw covering his muzzle and looking absolutely disgusted. Initially, he was excited to attend his first Gathering-he'd get to meet the other Clans! And make new friends!-but now, he was regretting every life choice up until now. It stank! The RiverClan border was bad, ShadowClan was worse, but the combination of both was just awful! Probably enough to kill! How could the others stand this?! He could also smell some blood... Did someone get hurt? He couldn't tell: Lotuswhisper had sat in a spot where he couldn't see, and other cats were crowded in the commotion. Ew, socializing.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it..." he muttered, plopping down next to the dark tabby and looking at his still healing injury. "Hey, did you tell anyone about that? Should I tell them? Want me to ask Cowpaw, or your mate?"
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➢ The dark long-furred maine coon took note of his apprentice’s disgusted expression, remembering how much he hated the other clan’s scents. If it weren’t for the obviously morbid scene that had unfolded recently here, Lotuswhisper would’ve laughed, but instead focused on keeping Splotchpaw safe while they were here. Ugh. He swore that the gatherings that he had attended in the past were never this bad -- usually they were more slow and uneventful from his own personal experiences. As the Windclan warrior was comfortably seated with his tail resting over his large paws, Lotuswhisper had to admit that he was rather relieved when the young white-furred tomcat sat down beside him and didn’t run off on his own. Though he wouldn’t be able to stop him if he did, given that this shoulder injury made moving too quickly more difficult. “I got it looked at after we came home from your tour, don’t you remember? Snowflower then found out about it soon afterwards.” Lotuswhisper meowed, “Don’t worry. It just aches sometimes, that’s all. I ain't gonna die on you yet.”
The newly made warrior moved towards seastones, excited for her first ever gathering as a warrior. Every inch of her was excited to finally be able to be at a gathering not as an apprentice but a loyal warrior of her home. Petuniafire looked around before spotting her mother among the crowd. She wanted to be next to her, but something was urging her to talk to someone not her clan. It was always fun to talk to others from the ither clans. Well all but Thunderclan. She had a huge grudge against them even if her clan didn't no more.
They were the cause for her not being able to meet her aunt. Oh how much she wished she had lived. She would have went to them for everything, but that stupid clan took her from her. It was many moons ago, but she wanted to be so much like her. She was respected and loved by many. She wanted that too. Petuniafire sat down, keeping away from the Thunderclan cats even though they would still be able to talk to her.
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{Bluesnake of ShadowClan}
The scaredy cat
The tom just happened to be walking, and he bumped into Petuniafire. "AH!!" He exclaimed, bumping into the she-cat. "Oh. Sorry.." He said, dusting himself off.
➢ The dark long-furred maine coon took note of his apprentice’s disgusted expression, remembering how much he hated the other clan’s scents. If it weren’t for the obviously morbid scene that had unfolded recently here, Lotuswhisper would’ve laughed, but instead focused on keeping Splotchpaw safe while they were here. Ugh. He swore that the gatherings that he had attended in the past were never this bad -- usually they were more slow and uneventful from his own personal experiences. As the Windclan warrior was comfortably seated with his tail resting over his large paws, Lotuswhisper had to admit that he was rather relieved when the young white-furred tomcat sat down beside him and didn’t run off on his own. Though he wouldn’t be able to stop him if he did, given that this shoulder injury made moving too quickly more difficult. “I got it looked at after we came home from your tour, don’t you remember? Snowflower then found out about it soon afterwards.” Lotuswhisper meowed, “Don’t worry. It just aches sometimes, that’s all. I ain't gonna die on you yet.”
"Shame..." Splotchpaw muttered sarcastically, his voice slightly muffled by his paw. He was admittedly a tad worried about his mentor-only a tad-but he seemed to be holding up just fine. Well, at least be seemed to be in a somewhat decent mood, even if he was still pretty much keeping to himself and not talking to others.
Speaking off, there were so many cats! Why?! Splotchpaw wasn't good at socializing with strangers: this was just torture, being surrounded by so many. The calico tom curled his tail around his paws, seemingly trying to shrink in an attempt to disappear and not have some stranger come up and want to talk to him.
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