Firepaw took deep, steady breaths to try to calm herself. Her exterior was still as cheerful as always, becouse she was cheerful, it was her first gathering, of course she was! But that pang on her chest... No matter how hard she tried, she couldnt manage to make it go away, and eatch passing second it was growing stronguer, and stronguer... "Its ok" she thought to herself, "You are just nervous, its alright, it'l go away when you get confortable"
Those phrases were meant as reassurement to herself, but the older apprentices inner voice started to sound more like a plead. She hoped that it was ok, she prayed that she was just nervous. Becouse if not... Firepaw shook her head, no, it was going to be alright, she was going to be a Shadowclan warrior soon (if everything went according to plan, which it would, she was going to make it to go according to plan), she couldnt let herself get distracted by imaginary pains in her chest.
Firepaw breathed in again and looked towards the group of Riverclan cats she was standing near to. She should provably approach them, she thought, making contacts with other clans was provably a good idea, but every time she tried to move, it was almost as her paws were nailed to the ground. They provably wouldnt like her anyway, she was still too weak, she wasnt on their level yet, provably still not on par with a seven moon old apprentice... Instead, Firepaw looked around and in the crowd, spotted a familiar grey and orange pelt staring at her just before looking back at the leaders
Was that... Silentpaw? It was!
Oh thank Starclan he was there! Finally seeing a familiar and at least mildly friendly face made the tight knot on Firepaw's chest loosen a little. The tortoishell tom wasnt really much of a talker, so she didnt expect him to give her a lot of conversation to distract her, but right now his company would be enough. Besides, she could always just talk herself, he seemed to tolerate it well enough. Firepaw took a deep breath and raised a paw as high as she could manage to try to gain Silentpaw's attention back, not daring to yowl his name in case it would upset him and embarrass them both in front of so many other cats, and pointed with her tail to a spot beside her where he could sit. He was looking at her earlier, maybe he also wanted the company... Or not, it was hard to tell with Silentpaw.
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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 7 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
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Just when Silentpaw turned back to Firepaw again, he jumped. This was great. Firepaw saw him. His eyes travelled to where her large tail was pointed to, an empty spot beside her. Or was it pointing? Did she want him to sit with her? Why? Why would she want to talk to him again after their time in the ShadowClan clearing? Silentpaw didn't think he made that good of a first impression. But then again, Firepaw looked like the type of cat to want to be friends with every cat she met.
...
But she was alone. He couldn't see anyone sitting with her.
That must hurt.
Silentpaw shook his head to clear it, getting up on his paws quickly and made his way to Firepaw's side.
"Hey." His short and simple greeting was accompanied by a nod, and he turned to sit beside her. He couldn't help but notice that despite Firepaw's apparent cheerful exterior, she still looked tense. Sure, it was his first Gathering, too, but he'd seen warriors from other Clans, been around a lot of Clan cats, but Firepaw... It was probably her first time being around this many cats in general.
You feel bad.
"You okay?" He asked, voice low, almost a whisper. He tried not to, but it was hard not to show a bit of worry. He couldn't possibly imagine how all this must feel like to her.
... A bit of company wouldn't hurt, would it?
Firepaw was nice enough, he was fine with talking to her. Just a little, of course.
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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.
Loonpaw | he/him | ThunderClan
The sound of approaching pawsteps caught his attention, amber eyes glancing over to his side just to see... oh. He couldn't stop the slight twitch in his lip nor the sigh that left him upon the sight of the other apprentice (Maybe he could pass the sigh off as a yawn, though depending on the personality of this other apprentice that might not really be any better). And, as if things weren't already bad enough, a simple taste of the air was enough to determine that, out of every clan, this was a ShadowClan apprentice. Stars, just kill him now.
His... his Greemaw? What the hell was that supposed to mean? He was already confused, and this 'Moonpaw' had barely even said anything yet. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, though he quickly fixed that and did his best to smooth out his expression. "oh. Fascinating." He replied, not bothering to feign any interest in whatever it was that Moonpaw was trying to say.
At the inquiry of his name, he let out another small sigh. His tail flicked slightly in the most obvious sign of irritation that he would allow to show through his body language, eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced off to the side. Did he really have to share his name? Yet another sigh. "I'm.." should he give a fake name? "..Loonpaw" No, his real name would probably be best. At least that way it wouldn't give Moonpaw another excuse to bother him were he to find out about the lie.
For a moment, time seemed to stand perfectly still to Brokenstream. Even Riftpaw seemed to regain interest the conversation. Forcing his mouth to stop gaping, light green eyes still wide, the Lionheart blurted out, ”Duskleaf is your brother?!” This was incredulous! Absurd! Absolutely out of the question! But…they did look pretty similiar. Brokenstream’s hostility quickly shifted to uncertainty. Sure, the leafy gray tom had been demoted due to a mistake, but he still considered him a friend. Plus, he was a mentor to Riftpaw. After a silence that seemed to stretch for moons, Brokenstream coughed and regained his composure, albeit much more polite this time.
”…I see.” He mewed carefully, eyes still narrowed but not portraying the same anger as earlier. ”Duskleaf is a good friend of mine.” He replied awkwardly, taking a few paces back before returning to his sitting position. His pelt still prickled uncomfortably, and it didn’t change the fact that he still didn’t trust Snakefang. ”He’s a good cat.”’How does the apple fall so far from the tree?’ He wondered to himself. The bengal began grooming his chest fur in an attempt to appear nonchalant again. ”But just because you’re good in Duskleaf’s eyes doesn’t mean you’re good in mine.” He warned, turning away back towards Ravenpaw and Riftpaw. ”If you have a message for him, tell me now. Otherwise you can scram.” He beckoned Ravenpaw with his tail, shocked when Riftpaw slid past him to face Snakefang.
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Riftpaw turned his icy blue gaze onto Snakefang as she mentioned Duskleaf. ’Sister?’ He thought to himself, dragging himself back to his paws and trotting closer to the ThunderClan she-cat, clearly not taking any notice of any boundaries as he breathed in her scent. ”You kind of smell like him.” He remarked, plopping down right in front of her. ”But musky.” He mewed bluntly. It didn’t seem like he was saying it to be rude, just stating a fact. ”Duskleaf’s my mentor.” He fixed his somewhat intense stare on Snakefang. ”He’s nice. Are you secretly nice?” Riftpaw asked, clearly genuinely curious. ”I don’t think Duskleaf would be friends with a mean cat. He’s too nice.” This is probably the most Riftpaw has spoken ever. But his curiosity had gotten the better of him.
( @Luna16 | @Concorde - she’s welcome to stay and pester him or deal with Riftpaw if she likes :3 )
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Brokenstream is one of RiverClan's Lionhearts! He is OPEN to any RP
Mountaintalon hummed in response. Cedarstrike seemed decent enough; strong, capable, a good head on her shoulders, if not a bit impulsive (her encounter with the fox said that much, at least).
And... well. She did still owe him.
"Good stock," he echoed. "Pray tell, would I fit into that category?"
While the conversation was flowing quite smoothly, Cricket'Paw seemed to halt. "A fox? What did it look like?" A fox, that was quite enthralling, as the silver apprentice had never seen one before, but then she found a sense of modesty. "Are you okay Bouncepaw?" she hadn't noticed the scratch or really anything, wouldn't it have been a very bad scar?
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