The brown apprentice stopped for a moment, head tilting drastically as he looked at Wormbite, he chirped in fear when he noticed the warrior seemed to be freaking out. He stepped back a step, he didn't want to freak out Wormbite anymore!! He would feel really bad if he somehow he made somehow scared or hurt!!
"Hello Wormbite!! How are you?" he chirped his tail still swishing behind him as his head stayed tilted and he giggled quietly when he saw Wormbite look liked he was sideways.
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Of course, Hogpuddle was fashionably late. Why be on time, with all the other losers? He had to show up at least midway through the Gathering, so he looked like he had better things to do. And he did have better things to do. Like meeting Cecily. He thought, his freshly groomed fur free of the pretty, dainty she-cat's scent. Yes, Hogpuddle was back to his old habits, but that was okay. It wasn't like it was serious, and Ceci knew that.
The rain also did wonders for clearing his fur of any evidence of her scent, which was a blessing in disguise, he supposed. Mostly, it sucked ass, because in his opinion, cats were not made to get wet. It was unnatural. Another reason why RiverClan was the most idiotic Clan. He couldn't fathom willingly getting into the water and splash around for fun. Chances were, it was customary in RiverClan to drop the kits on their heads once and a while so that they grew up to be just as messed up as their parents.
Padding into the Seastones at last, the tomcat expertly eavesdropped on a few conversations, catching wind of a juicy story. Ah, so the RiverClan leader had fallen off the Seastones, had he? An amused purr came rumbling out of his
throat, and the tomcat stored this information in the back of his mind for later. If he ever had kids again, that would be a fabulous bedtime story to tell them.
Making his way over to where a dark rosetted ShadowClan molly sat, and decided on an impulse to sit down and make himself comfortable, like the pompous asshat he was. Sitting down after nodding in greeting, he caught wind of a conversation between a ThunderClan and ShadowClan cat. Ah, so the ginger ThunderClanner had murdered her brother? After he had tortured a kit? What the hell? Taken aback for a moment, Hogpuddle almost forgot that he had company. "Beautiful night, huh?" He grumbled good naturedly. Chances were, this she-cat would not be a fan of him by the end of the night. Which was always his goal. "Quite the interesting conversation they've got going on over there." Commenting on the little confession-time, spilling the tea, whatever the interaction between the ShadowClan tom and ThunderClan she-cat was. "I'll have to say, he got quite the earful, poor lad."
Having been content to spend this Gathering as she had all the rest - sitting by herself and observing the leaders give the general announcements - Mirehound was taken aback by an unfamiliar cat taking up a spot next to her. Surprise registered in their blue gaze, head turning so that she could observe her new companion. Big, white fur with black tufts, body adorned with scars (she couldn't help but wonder if any of them had been given by a ShadowClan cat) and amber eyes that were similar to Dawnstars - however certainly not as dark and sinister as the shadow queens. She knew not his name and the rain drowned out most of the scents of the cats gathered, so it was left to assumptions alone to which Clan this tom belonged to.
ShadowClan was of course a no-go, considering that they made it a point to know the names and faces of their Clanmates. ThunderClan was unlikely as it seemed he did not know the name of the warrior speaking to Shadowfur. That left RiverClan or WindClan, and really Mirehound could see either. It was quite fun to analyze him, to figure out exactly where he might be. For now though, he was not a warrior belonging to any Clan, but rather; a pesky burr stuck in her fur that she would now have to endure for the duration of the Gathering.
"Lovely," came the short retort, blue eyes scanning the dark, stormy sky above. Rain continued to pour down, showing no signs of ceasing anytime soon. Tonight would certainly be a wet one for the entire forest. "That is ThunderClan for you. All bark, not enough of the actual bite. I'm quite positive if the circumstances were different, the so-called "Keeper" would no longer have a tongue to speak with." A thought to entertain, what would unfold between her Clanmate and the ThunderClan warrior if there was no true. Mighty bold of the "Keeper" though to try to (unsuccessfully) stir up a ShadowClanner when Mirehound was certain their reputation preceded them.
Glancing over to Hogpuddle, the black rosetted tabby gave a simple subtle shrug, blue eyes watching him. "But that goes for all the Clans. Easy to rile up, easy to bother. I suppose that's why ShadowClan holds it's power. Angry snakes lash out. Makes chopping off their heads that much easier." Her voice was calm and smooth as she spoke, unflinching from the words it delivered. Her glance rested upon the tom for a moment or two longer before they flickered back over to the Seastones. Only Dawnstar and Sparrowstar were left for announcement, rain still beating down upon the sand.
Nightpaw got away from the seastones and went to sit somewhere more peaceful. The clans came it seems nice right? Not really. She wasnt really paying attention to the gathering at all. Not listening to the words that the leaders or others had to stay... She was just there.. It feels like something is repeating itself over and over. Nothing really felt right. something always felt off.
Ospreypaw taking a step back made Wormbite shuffle back further, ears swiveling to the sound of the chirp in confusion. Typically, that meant one was excited. Fear. Was this apprentice taking enjoyment in his suffering? Truly, he must be as he had the audacity to ask his emotions when they were clear as daylight. Suffering. Wormbite was terrible. The sand was wet. It was loud. His fur was getting wet and beginning to cling to him in that claustrophobic way. Everything smelled too strong, burning his nose. He could literally feel every fur strand on his body.
"Dead inside." Wormbite deadpanned, mustering up the most of his monotone voice and expression. His tail curling around himself, in fact, the Dark Lord seemed to be doing just that. Hunkering down lower and lower to the ground, almost as if he would curl up into a fetal position and attempt to fall asleep for the rest of the gathering. Naturally, this never came.
"What.. What do you want. Ospreypaw. I have no offerings." Foolish mistake. He would be ate alive by the children. Ah. He could now clearly hear Ospreypaw giggle at his turmoil.
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The apprentices head turned back from it's tilted position as he spoke, "Wormy that isn't good! That isn't a good feeling to have, you need to have others support you!" he spoke a quiet chirp of worry, as his tail flicked behind him and his paws kneaded the wet sand below him. His ears swiveled as he just barely listened to the leaders speaking, he was more worried about Wormy.
"No need for offerings Wormy, I just wanted to talk to you! You seem cool! Riverclan has always fascinated me with your ability to swim so well! Also do you know my cousin Fogcloud? They are also in Riverclan! I haven't spoken to them in a while." The last part was said quietly as his eyes flickered down before he shook his head and his gaze turned back to Wormy, awaiting a response.
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Ashclaw, lilyheart and scalepaw dipped her head for the loss of the 2 cats, the greif overpowering scalepaws heart once more came back but the tom hid it
Thunderblaze stormclaw stormpaw listened to the leaders
It didn't take long for a bulky apprentice to slide his way behind Badgerpaw after he gave that Dawnstar a piece of his mind. Turning to face the smaller apprentice, Badgerpaw was surprised to hear nothing but two words: Away and now. And for such a young tom, he had a deep voice. If the young tuxedo had to guess, this apprentice was not much older than 11 moons- though that was just a guess.
Before he could move aside to give the ShadowClan apprentice his space, Twilightstar spoke up in defense of him. Oh, great... he sighed under his breath as the rain continued to come down. This was one of the few times he didn't know whether to apologize or not, but he did so anyway out of respect to all those involved in the situation. "Apologies for the disruption... I'll- I'll be over there, Twilightstar." he pointed toward the edge of the crowd with the white tip on his tail and stalked over there before his mother continued with her announcements.
There was nothing aside from the ordinary announcements such as how the Clan was doing, so he simply nodded his head in silent confirmation and continued listening to the gray leader talk about Twistedpaw, Gorsepaw, and Butterflypaw's apprenticeships along with the former ShadowClanner who called himself Maplepaw. Snowybreeze's warriorhood had also been announced. The memories of the warrior becoming an apprentice were still fresh in his mind. That was the meeting he had officially become a member of WindClan. I'll be a warrior at some point... my training is done.
Pretty soon, Fireflymeadow's and Fireflame's deaths were announced to the other Clans and the young green-eyed tom couldn't help but dip his head in respect to his fallen Clanmates. Willowsky's exile then made its way into the cold, wet atmosphere. He did feel awful for Twistedpaw having such a horrible mother, but that made Badgerpaw all the more grateful to have Twilightstar as his adopted mother, mentor, and leader. I hope Willowsky never shows her face around Twistedpaw again.
Maplepaw
The overwhelming scent and splash of rain against his pelt was annoying to say the least, but he bit his tongue to prevent any sort of snide remark in the presense of Dawnstar. He had no idea if she would spot him amongst the crowd, and stars, he did not wish for her to recognize him otherwise she'd surely have his pelt or worse- Twilightstar's. Shrinking, the flat-faced tom kept his gaze somewhere else while listening to the conversation between his new leader's tuxedo-pelted apprentice, Dawnstar, Twilightstar, and whoever the other cat was that looked just as creepy as Dawnstar. The apprentice he didn't know looked oddly muscular and had a stare that went straight through one's soul. Creepy fluff...
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gentlepaw’s body weaved through the brush like a shadow cast from the blazing moon, her slim black frame maneuvering slowly towards the center of the clearing. Before recent events, she would have been sure footed and masterful in her navigation, however she had suffered panic attacks to which were so deeply set into her mind that she had barely begun to heal.
Despite this, her paws made scarce a sound as she made her way towards the outskirts of the clearing. She was never one to isolate, especially from her groupmates, however after recent events she had found himself enjoying the solitude. There was a certain amount of comfort in the way it engulfed her and allowed the rest of the world to freeze, as if time itself was stopping. But she had no time to familiarize herself with the shackles of loneliness. Tonight was important, possibly able to alter the fate of them all. It was something that could not be missed.
Settling down heavily on her haunches, Gentlepaw lifted her head and turned her ears towards the leaders before him. She noticed someone familiar. Berrypaw. The legendary Berrypaw, well known and popular. She flattened her ears. She could never be like her..she wanted to chat with her..but..”hello..” she whispered.
A whisper. That was the least of things Berrypaw had expected to hear as the Gathering went on, moving forward even on this almost moonless, cloudy night as the four leaders began making their announcements. And even then, even at these quietest of whispered, the cream, eggshell-colored molly startled with surprise, head swiveling around so mismatched hues could focus on... a living shadow?
She didn't know what scared her more, the fact that this cat had crept up behind her without making a single noise up to the part where they spoke, or the confusing look they were giving her. As if... she'd done something awe-inspiring for once. But Berrypaw could recall no such thing, especially not something so significant that this... this ShadowClan cat could know. Suddenly afraid, because this cat was someone Berrypaw did not know, and because she greatly both feared and resented ShadowClan, the speckled molly felt her round ears pin back with mild fear. "H-hi." She stammered, heterochromatic hues widening with uncertainty.
[ Ooh, Gentlepaw is so cute Here's Berrypaw's ref, if you were wondering. ]
Shadowfur was pleased to see Flameheart offer him the same courtesy he had given her, remaining silent during the whole time he was speaking. She insisted that her Clan's high ranks were just as dedicated as she; so far, Sparrowstar and Sundust had proven that to be the case. But, Shadowfur wouldn't give Flameheart the satisfaction of hearing that. Better to let her think he was just another Dawnspawn, for now.
Thrushfur and Bumblebreak. One of them must be ThunderClan's new deputy. I guess I'll find out soon enough.
Flameheart seemed proud of her performance against Bubblestream. Shadowfur studied her body as she spoke of the conflict, looking for scars. He didn't really care if she saw him analyzing her; he expected her to do the same, given her clear distrust of him. She seemed relatively scar-free, aside from one across her nose and another on her shoulder, suggesting to Shadowfur that she was either an extraordinarily competent fighter or that she had only a pawful of battles under her pelt.
Then, unexpectedly, she launched into a long-winded diatribe about her family, and her murderer of a brother. Shadowfur's eyes were drawn back up to her face as she spoke, his curiosity piqued again. Flameheart's littermates were murdered by their own brother? Terrible. Shadowfur couldn't imagine even Dawnstar doing something that sinister, as odd as that was to think.
Flameheart ended up finding the guy torturing a kit, and murdered him as a result. Shadowfur lifted his muzzle as she declared her willingness to kill, before launching into a few assumptions about him.
When she finished, he took the opportunity to speak before another leader slid in with more announcements. "If you believe that I am truly as bloodthirsty and sinister as you claim, then why trust me with information about your personal life? Why tell me anything about your family, your weaknesses? Your mate?" Shadowfur's eyes briefly scanned the gathered cats, as he wondered if her mate was among them.
He shifted his eyes back to her as she threatened him. "Your pelt is relatively scar-free, except for that on your shoulder and that on your nose. They look quite pink. Must be fresh. Did that RiverClan warrior give them to you?" He flexed his own muscles, which had grown considerably since he became an Enforcer. "For making such big, bold threats, I certainly hope you can back them up. A vicious, bloodthirsty, indiscriminate killer is leaps and bounds ahead of any RiverClan coward. I hope you know what you're doing."
The ShadowClanner's eyes surveying her pelt was nothing short of alarming. What's he doing looking me up and down? Idiot..."Eyes up here, buzzo. If you're so keen on staring at a she-cat's pelt, I suggest you do it with someone in your own Clan. Preferably one without a mate."
Shadowfur was quick to bring his eyes up to meet hers and made a comment regarding her scars. Oh, that's what he was looking for? Seriously? And despite her misunderstanding of what the tom was doing, she figured it wouldn't hurt for the toms around her to get a little reminder that sort of behavior was not accepted by any she-cat.
"Don't flatter yourself staring at my pelt, Shadowfur. They're new, and yes... that former RiverClanner did give them to me. My brother didn't fight back, so don't ask me any more about him. You and I both know he was horrible, either way he was going to end up dead, regardless if he was being a coward or not. Do not ask again. And do not go looking for a she-cat's scars... that could be misinterpreted as... a threat to her safety."
Speaking of safety... I should shut up and refrain from giving him anymore information. Who knows if he's a Dawnstar follower or not. But.. then again, as long as I'm careful and don't spill important information... it doesn't hurt to keep him as close as I do a friend. What's the saying? 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer'?"Does it look like I can't back my bark up with my bite to you? Does it look like I don't know what I'm doing? Many of ThunderClan's warriors have a bark and bite... and depending on the warrior you meet in battle? A more powerful bite. I'm quite serious when I say that."
"Some personal information is shared amongst friends, no? Besides... my family is nothing but traitors, rogues, and loners. Clearly you can see I'm the opposite, so don't go thinking I'm exactly like them."I won't tell him about my niece and nephew. No. That would be stupid and dangerous.
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