September Gathering

[Silvershadow13]

•| Cricket'Paw |•

Cricket'Paw was halfheartedly listening to Burnedpaw explain his mentor to Wavebreaker, though she didn't retain much of the information, however, then the apprentice seemed to turn his attention to Cricket'Paw herself. You're not scary... Burnedpaw didn't seem to be saying it as an insult, and actually added to his original statement on how she could be.
"Yes, but I don't want to be scary..." her voice slowly drifts off, Quailfeather had been scary, and he had tried to take her away from Amberdew. Never in her life would she become someone like that.
"I don't think cats ever mean to turn out scary, sometimes circumstances prevent you from staying all soft." It certainly had done it with Quailfeather.
Burnedpaw had appeared to have moved past the question, asking if in fact Wavebreaker was her mentor, slowly she shook her head.
"No, just a friend, my mentor is Rosehawk." Bouncepaw seemed to be enjoying listening to them, as he hadn't spoken in awhile. Moving past her thoughts and hard memories, she looked to him.
"Who is your mentor?"

@Quietheart
@Luna16
@Badwolf

[Whitestarliner]

Snakepaw

22 Moons | She/Her | No purrks

ThunderClan Apprentice (demoted)

Snakepaw stared right into Brokenstream's eyes as he addressed her with her warrior name. Well, no use correcting that, that’s just giving him something to use against her. She watched as Brokenstream brought the two apprentices closer to him, as if they were in some kind of danger. "Relax, I don’t eat apprentices…too much fur." She said sarcastically. Oh, so Fadingsun was a proper leader now? With a leader name and all? Interesting…

Brokenstream's comment about the three clans almost made Snakepaw laugh, she was probably just as annoyed about the three clan attack as RiverClan cats were! Just…for a different reason. "Three clans, what a load of nonsense. If it weren’t for those WindClan and ShadowClan eejits, we could’ve kept the war going another moon!" Crazy as that sounded, that’s genuinely how she felt about the 3v1. Aha, then he tried to imply that she was meddling in RiverClan's business. Oh, were these RiverClan cats capable of ever getting something right? "Wrong again, Plumshade came to me first to tell me that my brother's doing okay since he isn’t at this gathering to tell me himself. See, that’s the problem with RiverClan, always blame everyone else. Quick to assume I’m 'meddling' when in reality, I couldn’t give a rodent's behind what you lot are up to."


@Luna16 @TanghuluCat (Haha me too!)

[Luna16]

Ravenpaw's emotions were a complete wreck, she almost felt dizzy from how quickly they flew around. First she was still in shock that Brokenear had touch her stre- that Brokenstream had touched her ear. Her pelt still felt hot and tingly when Brokenstream pulled her and Riftpaw closer. She was barely aware of Snakefang at that point, or Riftpaw. She was unable to grasp that Brokenstream and her's pelts were touching.

It took her a moment to recover, but finally she was able to focus in on the conversation, and felt her fur bristle. Ravenpaw stepped forward, away from Brokenstream's warmth and protection. "RiverClan is an awesome clan!" She retorted indignantly, her eyes blazing. "Funny, if you don't care so much about us then why did you come over here in the first place?" Ravenpaw hissed, she didn't like this cat. Brokenstream was her enemy, and she didn't like the way she was talking to Brokenstream. "No cat here invited you, you're free to leave at any time."

[ @TanghuluCat - Brokenstream & Riftpaw]
[ @Concorde - Snakefang/paw]
[OOC: don't mind me ]

[korok]

☾ Brokenstream | 23 MOONS | HE/HIM ☽
header & divider by @/Marigoldwhisper



Brokenstream stood up and pushed himself in front of Ravenpaw, shooting her a warning glance. He admired the young she-cat's courage, but he didn't want a fight a break out under his watch. Turning his light green gaze back to Snakefang, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Your brother? You have a brother in RiverClan?" He questioned, lashing his tail. After a moment of thoughtful silence, the Lionheart spoke again with a smirk plastered on his face. "Pray tell- who is that? You must be some sister to drive her own brother out of his rightful territory." He mocked, sitting down and drawing a paw coolly over his ears. "Wouldn't that mean you're half-RiverClan. Maybe it's good riddance." He continued, his expression turning bored.

The bengal turned back to look at Ravenpaw and Riftpaw. "See, you two? Traitors join traitors." He sneered. "Well, if you have a message for your brother, Snakefang, I'd be happy to take it back personally. We should make sure that traitor blood doesn't run too thick." He continued with a sickly sweet voice, a purr rumbling deep in his throat. ThunderClanners. No good- the lot of them. Though, he supposed they weren't as awful as WindClan. Regardless, it was mostly her that he didn't like. Maybe a bit of a sore loser.

"And Ravenpaw is right, you're free to leave anytime. I'm sure there's a squirrel you can chase nearby."

( @Luna16 | @Concorde - *rubs hands evilly* i love getting into Broken's mean side since he's normally so happy-go-lucky xD )

[BEAR.]

Wolfhive narrowed his eyes from where he was scrunched up. He was on the outskirts of the crowd but near the front, so he could still hear and keep an eye on things without risking the health of others. He was doing good to keep his composure, not break into visible signs of sickness....

But stars, he wished he could yank both Spiderlingkit and Spiderthroat out by the ears and smack them. What the hell! If not for preventing the spread of disease, he'd do just that - but alas he was trapped, his tail swishing from his displeasure.

[Beaan]

Cricketkit
He/Him - ThunderClan kit

[PLOT ARMOR CHAOS]

No fair!! Why did papa go to gatherings but not him!!! And it wasn't until he saw Spiderlingkit sneaking out did he get the idea to follow him. The tiny white kitten made sure that nobody was looking when he waddled out of camp. Woah, who knew the forest was so huge!? The tiny kitten sniffed the air, he needed to find papa's scent!! Cricketkit continued following the trail until the stink of other scents meshed with his clan. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww.

Oh!!! There was Spiderlingkit!!! Up front!! Green eyes widened at the sight of so many cats, there were a gazillion!!!! "Move it!!!" he squeaked, head high as he shoved his way through the crowd. He was so much better then all these fish faces and bunnies!!!!

Once he reached Spiderlingkit, a big grin covered his face, he had heard what sissy said about papa. "PAPA!! PAPA!! SPIDERPOP!!! ITS ME!! CRICKETKIT!!! YOUR FAVORITE!!!!" he squeaked, bouncing up and down. "YOU LEFT US BEHIND!!!!! SO I CAME HERE AND FOLLOWED STINKING SPIDERLING!!!! NOW CAN I COME SIT WITH YOU??? PLEAAAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?"

[ @dino. @Estelle @Starfall ]

[dino.]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Bumblestar gave the larger leader a nod. "Great." And that was really all there was to say about that. If the frogs weren't making it into an issue, she wouldn't either. Things were great.

Until they weren't.

Bumblestar's ears flattened as sudden shrill shouts pierced her eardrums, and she swiveled her head to stare at the perpetrators as the words registered. Okay, awesome, that was awesome! Two kits sneaking into the Gathering where they weren't supposed to be and screaming about matters that really shouldn't be screamed about in front of all four starsdamned Clans. First all the predator crap they'd had to deal with, then the illness, and now this - which in comparison wasn't actually that bad, but consider the branch that broke the deer's back, or however that saying went. "Give me one Gathering without a problem, one, just ONE," she hissed to herself as she stood and fixed Spiderlingkit and Cricketkit with a burning glare.

"You two," she barked. "Stop that, sit down. You're not supposed to be here 'n I know you know damn well. Spiderthroat!" She turned her irritation on her deputy. "Take your kids back to camp 'n make sure they stay there. Maybe use that time to actually engage, since that seems to be somethin' you've been avoiding if this stunt's anything to go by. If I see any of your spawn where they're not supposed to be again, I'm lockin' you in the nursery with 'em 'n letting them eat your face off. Get."

Kits. Great stars. She'd never understand the appeal (mini-Wolf-leech excepted).

[ @Undertaker @Starfall @Estelle @Bean ]

[Mica]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 44 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend [ACTIVE], Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Crowtooth - @Rani ] [Dusklion - @taillow ] [Spiderthroat - @Starfall ] [Spiderlingkit - @Estelle ]
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A large tufted ear flicked in amusement at Dawnstar's glare, at the telltale signs of jealousy dripping off of her expression. Perhaps Mistlewhisker would have to placate the Leader with a pelt in the morning. Dawnstar moved on in her conversation, and Crowtooth started yammering away, tearing Mistlewhisker's attention back to him.

Mistlewhisker didn't bother acknowledging Crowtooth's jab at being the last clan to arrive, instead raising a paw to begin cleaning her face. His declaration of betrayal, however, had the feline pausing in her ministrations. She stared at him for several heartbeats as he complained, the spotless fur on his face, his muscled shoulders finally showing through moons of dirt and dust, and all she could think about was how gross their mouths must have tasted trying to clean him.

"Yes, well, not much to be done for a tragic case, I suppose." She sighed, hiding a smirk behind another draw of her paw over her ears. "I hadn't even known you had black fur, until tonight."

And then, he was making a bet. The ShadowClan Deputy's ears perked up at the mention of a death game between them. Whoever died first... Ohooo she liked this idea. Mistlewhisker touched Crowtooth's extended paw with her own, sealing the pact between them. "You better start learning how to sit still and listen properly, then," she hummed, "because I won't stand for you rolling around and interrupting while I'm.... gloating." A word she hadn't used before, how interesting. Mistlewhisker did not partake in the tradition of bragging about her kills that some cats gathered did, but if it was towards Crowtooth, perhaps she could learn to do it.

As the deal was settled, Dusklion spoke up. She seemed more timid than the last time Mistlewhisker saw her. More subdued. Well, she supposed making the Mistake of All Time and getting your clan driven out of the forest did that to a cat. Mistlewhisker had no problem with Dusklion in general--her idiocy seemed to be surface level. Besides, Fallownose's interference in the last Gathering before RiverClan was run off was just unfortunate. Plenty of cats killed deputies and got of scot-free! But regardless. Otters? Mistlewhisker canted her head as the RiverClan Deputy described the encounters. Crowtooth seemed to know something too, if his look with Twilightstar meant anything. Mistlewhisker once again eyed Dawnstar. She would instruct her next patrol to the RiverClan border to be on the lookout.

Mistlewhisker was enjoying this Gathering so far. The one without RiverClan had been stellar--the remaining three clans content to talk about their issues without immediately launching war. It seemed that this moon's Gathering might turn out the same. Mistlewhisker was always grateful for a Gathering without insane interruptions oh and there is a small child calling the squirrel Deputy "daddy".

Mistlewhisker slowly brought her one-eyed gaze to Spiderthroat, staring at him with a dry expression. Well then, trouble at home, it seemed. It wasn't her child, so she was content to let the little thing continue its rampage until someone sent it home. Though she did watch Spiderthroat for his reaction. She had never imagined him as a father... and he clearly wasn't much of one, if this kit's squeaked claims were composed of any truths. Oh and then there was a second kit! Mistlewhisker studied that one boredly. Bumblestar seemed to be peeved about the whole thing, ordering Spiderthroat and his kittens out of the Gathering. Mistlewhisker's tail twitched with amusement as she watched everything unfold. She thought about the litter of thirteen Dawnstar had only just birthed, and about the shenanigans they would undoubtedly get into. She... almost looked forward to it, oddly enough.

[BEAR.]

Great, another one. Wolfhive's irritation with the Spiderfam was only growing and he wondered how the kids even got past Softdaisy and the other queens... ugh, at least Bumba was taking care of it though Wolfhive suspected this wouldn't be the last time Spiderthroat's spawn caused problems.

Rrrrrrr

[Poprock]

Originally Posted by Quasar

Loonpaw | he/him | ThunderClan apprentice | @Poprock JUSTTTT in case u wanna throw someone at him,,,

Loonpaw happened to lag a bit further behind the rest of his clanmates than he initially intended, resulting in a later arrival on his part. Not that he really minded, of course. He already wasnt that social of a cat among his own clanmates (but really, how much of that was his fault when the majority of his similarly aged peers were just so..immature), let alone among other clans. He had his own rather scathing views on the cats of other clans that might not be wise to voice at a gathering, at risk of his own potential safety. Really, you would expect esteemed warriors to know how to behave at such an event, but common sense appeared to be lost on the vast majority. Even the peace truce was easily broken by those who believed they were for some reason exempt from following any sort of basic social etiquette. In the end that only fueled his distaste and further proved his point about the other clans.

Shaking his head for a second to clear whatever scornful expression might have unknowingly appeared on his face, he sighed lightly and opted to take a seat on the edge of the clearing. He could only hope that this gathering went by without incident.

Moonpaw
Apprentice || He/him || 9 Moons || Purrks: Chill of death || Silver tongue

A moon and a half of isolation opened his eyes. He needed some pals. Not his siblings, not the voice in his head, some real honest to goodness pals. He'd been entirely unimpressed by his options in Shadowclan (partly because half of them were related to him in some way) so the gathering was his only shot.

Amber eyes scanned the clearing; looking for a victim. Yeesh, are these really the best cats the other clans have to offer? He thought with a wrinkle of his nose. Too many cranky old warriors or over excited babies... Moonpaw needed a cool guy. Someone who could spread the word of Moonpaw across the land. Someone like...

OH! FRIEND SPOTTED! Not wasting any time, Moonpaw rushed over to a Thunderclan apprentice near the edge of the group; offering him a smirk before sitting down.

"Yo, I'm Moonpaw. Did ya know that's my Greemaw up there? Ya, I'm her grandson. Her favorite one actually- we're super close. Anyways I'll be up there in a few moons." A paw pointed up to the seastones; smirking as Thunderleader had to order her deputy to take care of the babies. Heh, Shadowclan was nothing like that. All of the Shadowclan kits were loved and taken care of and never a pain ever.

"Anywho, what's your name?" The apprentice side eyed Loonpaw while a backpaw reached up to scratch at his ear.