Heroneye blinked a bit guiltily. She couldn't help but feel a bit bad about pushing the apprentice into an interaction, considering her prior hesitance. Heroneye didn't blame her one bit, but she'd have to learn to coexist with them, one way or another. Besides, surely Softpaw had wanted to interact with the other Clans, right? Why else would she have come here tonight? Her words told another story entirely, though. Maybe she just wanted to hear news from the other Clans?
This was so much more than simply helping a cat come out of their shell, obviously. It would have to be handled with more care! Argh, why did everything have to be so complicated? Could tonight please just be a nice experience, preferably for both Heroneye and her apprentice?
Alright, well, she had already committed to it, so she supposed it was time to find someone to talk to. Someone approachable-looking, preferably someone on the younger side to be a bit closer to Softpaw's age. And maybe not someone from WindClan; those wounds they had inflicted were still just a bit too fresh for all that.
Scanning the clearing, her eyes caught sight of someone who seemed to fit that description. She gave a small nod to Softpaw before approaching them, hopefully with the apprentice soon to follow.
"Good evening," she said, suddenly realizing just how little she had to say. We're back? Lovely weather we're having? Haven't seen you or your Clan since that one time you drove us all out of our homes? Come on, Heroneye, think! "Ahem. I hope prey is running well in your Clan." Alright, well, that was... kind of a conversation starter. Maybe.
She cast Softpaw a glance, trying to keep the uneasiness out of her eyes. No, I'm the one who suggested this, and I'll be the one who makes it work! RIght! If this is a positive experience, Softpaw may come out of it with a slightly less negative view of the other Clans, thereby helping to stop the never ending cycle of hatred and violence between the Clans! Hopefully!
Softpaw blinked, standing next to her mentor and gently dipping her head to the other cat. Her eyes uneasy as she looked at her mentor for a moment, then they rounded into green balls of innocence as she waited for someone to speak.
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Great StarClan, the scent of the two fish was overwhelming. Green eyes flicked over to Antlerbranch, narrowing slightly. ´´Alright, Antlerbranch. If I´m a squirrel, that makes you a fish,´´ She mewed half-jokingly, her voice brief. Larkswoop could see Dusklion eying her through the corner of her eye, her her tail tip twitched self-consciously.
The tabby didn´t blame the RiverClanners for being cautious. Last time they had been here was before they had been driven out. Before us other Clans drove them into exile.
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It's been a while since bug had last been to a gathering, but as Petalrot followed behind bug's clan, bug couldn't help the anticipation that seemed to settle in bug's gut. It was always nice to know what the other clans were up to, and it was always interesting to hear what they deemed appropriate information to share... especially if that information didn't come from their leaders' mouth. Taking up a position among his clanmates, Petalrot settles in to listen.
Deerpaw bounded around Seastones, her tail straight up. She found an empty spot and sat there. Her first gathering! It looked so cool! But the smells.. Deerpaw wrinkled her nose. Ewww. It smelled like fish! Was it Fishclan or Riverclan?? She wondered and tapped her tail against the ground in thought.
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Birchpaw turned when someone spoke to him, seeing a dusky colored molly. He would blink and smile shyly. "Uh hello. Who are you?" He would ask, shuffling his paws nervously as the mollies amber eyes burned into his fur.
Goodness, he didnt even know what clan this cat was from. He began to look around his clanmates, hoping to spot Dapplebreeze in case he needed some comfort.
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This apprentice seemed... Nervous. Shy. From his scent, Shadepaw could pick up the faint smell of gorse and rabbits. Windclan. She knew that the tour that her mentor, Shrewstep, had given her had been useful. "I'm... Shadepaw," she said, hesitating. She wasn't sure if she should reveal her name to an enemy warrior. Though, it was a Gathering... So it was probably fine. For now. At least the white-and-black apprentice wasn't overly happy, or loud, or enthusiastic... Which reminded her that she still didn't know his name. "Who are you?" she returned, her amber eyes narrowed. If she were to earn Clovepool's love, if she were to make her mother proud... She should see. Observe. Observe how this Windclan apprentice acts, how he moves... She knew that individual cats did not represent the whole clan, but she could still get a good idea. Speaking of her mother... She knew Clovepool was here, at the Gathering. She also knew Silentpaw was here. She didn't know where they were. She hoped Clovepool could see her, now, gathering intel. As for Silentpaw... She found she didn't much care. At least, that's what she told herself. All these thoughts ran through her head as she studied the apprentice in front of her, waiting for an answer. He was fluffy, giving him a larger appearance than other Windclanners, though she suspected he was lean under all that fur, as Windclanners were typically. Though it was possible he was an exception. His body language said that he wasn't usually comfortable talking to others, and the way he was glancing around... Maybe searching for someone he knew? She wasn't sure. She couldn't glean much more, but she'd have to see.
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Sunsetgleam followed riverclan to the gathering. The first gathering since riverclan’s return. It felt nice to he back and not..secluded in the mountains. They did have those other cats. But it just didn’t feel the same. They weren’t sure how those cats were able to live so long without any other clan nearby. They figured it was just their lifestyle…maybe they were perfectly fine like that. It does seem believable.
Now hopefully something bad doesn’t happen this meeting. They swept their gaze towards the rest of the crowd; the warrior can’t help but see a blurry figure looking back straight at them. Chills were sent down their skin, as they swiftly took their gaze onto the ground instead. The ground seems nicer. There was a lot of cats here. Er..who knows, maybe that was just an odd, scary looking cat and they were fine
She had to warn Dusklion, had to get her best friend away from that cat-- that--
Jolting with surprise as a voice sounded at her ear - look, it was a soft enough voice, but it was unfamiliar - Wisteriawren glanced over at the green-eyed cat with slight alarm as they settled beside her, momentarily distracted from the sight of Crowtooth, even if her distress level was still high. Larkswoop... of ThunderClan...
Glancing around, Wisteriawren debated calling for help for a moment before realizing... this was a Gathering. So many other cats were talking to each other. It was normal. She was panicking for nothing. She was... an adult. She would be fine. "I'm..."
Gold-flecked blue eyes drifting up again, though this time she steeled herself for the sight of the large black and white tom sitting beside her friend, Wisteriawren instead found her attention locking on Dusklion as she noticed the deputy looking at her. And momentarily, she forgot about the cat at her side in her new obligation to get Dusklion away from that... that nightmare of hers ASAP.
Paws rising, Wisteriawren had to force them not to shake as she tried to gesture her teal-eyed friend away in an odd jerky motion that probably made next to zero sense from afar. In the end, the classic tabby had opted for trying to point at Crowtooth and then shaking her head vigorously, eyes wide with alarm.
Was she allowed to get up and go there, actually? That would be a better option--
Getting up and physically going to get Dusklion was the next plan that formulated in her mind. That was, until she heard the voice of a ghost and got spooked into freezing in place midstep, half sitting, half rising to her paws. A ghost who was very much alive. A ghost who she'd not seen in... a while, to say the least.
'Fluffs?'
What hurt the most was the crushing realization that she hadn't not seen him around RiverClan because he'd left it. The truth was now that she hadn't seen him because he had not wanted to see her. She didn't blame him when she knew she meant nothing at all.
"Yeah..." Was what left her maw on a trembling exhale in the end as the hurt sank in. Wisteriawren couldn't even bring herself to look at either cat at her side as she slowly sat back on her haunches, sandwiching her in the most uncomfortable spot she'd been in for a while.
Her attention remained fixed ahead, flitting nervously between Crowtooth and Dusklion, a stormcloud of worry brewing in her mind.
Something about what Burnedpaw said, awoke something in her, something that was hiding in her fear. "However there is always an urge to control it. I'm sorry again Burnedpaw, this wasn't supposed to happen, ever again." She was touched by his kindness to her though, sighing, she spoke again. "I'm afraid there really isn't anything any cat can do for me, these types of things take time, but it does help when others are there." She was afraid, in her heart and mind. Looking his way, she wondered, should she tell him about why these were happening. "These things, I used to get them a lot, but after living for moons without one, I thought I had stopped the pattern, I guess not." It was enough, no need to share why she got them in the first place. Why she still could barely walk past the nursery without getting terrible nightmares.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bouncepaw leave the group, and was a bit saddened, he had been nice, maybe before they left, she could say goodbye.
Burnedpaw glanced at Cricketpaw, considering what she said. He nodded, acknowledging that there was truth to what she said. The urge to control things, especially that were unwanted was always present. "It's important not to lose our way in our endeavors to do so too." He added. "It's alright. You don't have to apologize." He meowed, referring to her apology. "We all struggle with something."
He figured there wouldn't be much he could do for her to help when he asked, still he acknowledged Cricketpaw's words with a slight dip of his head. "I can do that." He offered, tilting his head slightly to the side. She said that he couldn't help, but that another cat being there was a help sometimes. Therefore, him being here for her might be of help. "If it's not helpful though, no hard feelings." He added, not wanting her to feel pressured into accepting his company.
Brokenstream’s whiskers twitched at her sly comment, but he said nothing in response to it. Sick? He opened his mouth to correct her, but quickly snapped it back shut. He wasn’t going to get in trouble for revealing that secret, and he certainly wasn’t going to embarrass his friend in any way, even to his sister. ”Er, yes. Sick. Quite the cough, but he’ll be okay.” He quickly recovered.
His ears perked as she mentioned Reedclaw. Of course- if that was Duskleaf’s father and she was half-Clan, he must be her father as well. At this news, Brokenstream noticeably softened a bit. He still held no like for Snakefang, but she deserved to know. ”Reedclaw…Reedclaw is dead.” The Lionheart looked away, awkwardness in his stance once again. He really hoped that this she-cat didn’t turn out to be the type that wanted him to comfort her. Not to mention he wasn’t being very specific. He didn’t tell her where the body was found, and he wasn’t planning on it. It could cause unnecessary trouble. ”He was a good warrior, and one RiverClan will feel the devastation of losing for generations to come.” He mewed solemnly, at the very least casting Snakefang a genuine sympathetic look.
”I’m sure Duskleaf would have preferred to be the one to tell you, but that will have to wait until he gets better. If you have anything you want me to tell him regarding that, I will pass the message along.” For a brief moment, he gently laid his tail on the ThunderClan cat’s shoulder before quickly whisking it away, so as not to overstep. It didn’t please him to show empathy to Snakefang, but he was sure Duskleaf wouldn’t want them to fight either. ”I’m sorry for your loss.”
After a moment, the Lionheart turned back to Ravenpaw. ”Shall we do some exploring around Seastones? I know this is your first Gathering, so if you’d rather not meet some new cats just yet, understandably of course, why don’t we take a walk? I could stretch my legs.” He offered, shooting a glance back at Riftpaw. Surely Snakefang wouldn’t hurt her brother’s apprentice, right?
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Riftpaw blinked in response to Snakefang’s answer. ”Okay.” He nodded- that made sense to him. ”Can we be friends?” He asked the ThunderClan she-cat, head tilted. He wanted to know more about his mentor and this seemed like a good way. He obviously ignored Brokenstream’s hiss in reaction to what he had said, but Brokenstream made no further comment than “’Just remember she’s from a different Clan.’ Before he turned his attention back to Ravenpaw.
”Why did you leave RiverClan? Don’t you miss fish?” His blue eyes were wide as he settled down next to Snakefang, almost close enough that their pelts were touching. He would need to learn about personal space one day.
Ravenpaw felt back for Snakefang. This must be a really bad night for her. She looked at Brokenstream and immediately felt her body rush with warmth and excitement at the prospect of exploring the Seastones with him. But first... The black apprentice turned to Snakefang, and reached out to touch her nose sympathetically to the other warrior's shoulder. "I'm so sorry..." She murmured, her eyes filled with genuine empathy.
She held Snakefang's gaze for a moment before turning back to Brokenstream, beaming again. "Let's do it!" She mewed happily. She honestly didn't care about meeting apprentices from other clans, as long as she got to spend time with Brokenstream, she was happy.
Vinepaw’s anxiety began to fade as he watched Burningpaw’s lively excitement. “Yeah, gatherings can be pretty crowded,” he said with a warm smile. “It might feel overwhelming at first, but it’s all part of the experience. Just try to enjoy the night and meet new cats.”
When Burningpaw asked about WindClan, Vinepaw’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “WindClan’s territory is mostly open moors. There’s a lot of space for running and hunting, and the freedom of the land is amazing. It can be chilly with the wind, but our camp is well-sheltered and warm.”
He paused, his expression softening as he spoke about his role. “I’m a tunneler, so I spend a lot of time underground, managing the tunnels beneath our camp. I actually love it. There’s something really satisfying about working in the tunnels—maintaining the safety and function of our camp from below. It’s not as glamorous as running on the moors, but it’s a crucial part of our clan’s safety.”
Vinepaw’s smile faltered slightly as he continued. “My father, Spiraltail, didn’t quite share my passion for tunneling. He preferred the open moors and eventually left for RiverClan, feeling that WindClan wasn’t the right fit for him. It was tough, but I’ve come to embrace my role and take pride in it. It’s where I feel I can truly contribute to my clan.”
He glanced around at the gathering and then back at Burningpaw. “If you ever get the chance, you’d probably enjoy the open moors. And don’t worry too much about the crowd tonight. Just enjoy the experience and meeting new cats. How’s your first gathering going? Are you finding it as exciting as you hoped?”
This wasn't her scene. Despite her moons, the fury lieutenant absolutely abhorred the gatherings. Seemed pointless. The news were nice in a way, yes. But it was more often than not lies. Exaggerations on how well the other clans were doing. Boasts of power that may or may not be had. And wars brewing in the thick of it all.
And yet here she was. A proper WindClanner, as the clan of fish was back, and she trusted them to draw blood. The clan had proven to be disgusting, rogueish, and uncouth at best. Dapplebreeze never thought that she would think of another clan as lowly as she thought of ShadowClan, but RiverClan had gone above and beyond the terrors of ShadowClan... and that plague of a clan had killed her son. A sigh escaping her, the molly turned to look at the high ranks, noticing how most seemed to be gathered already, albeit a few familiar faces seemed missing still. Funny... where was Rabbitpaw?
Mismatched ears twitched as her ears caught on to a young WindClanner's voice. Turning her gaze, she stared at Vinepaw as he spoke to another apprentice. ThunderClan, by the looks of it. Her nose twitching with distaste, she could at least be grateful it wasn't a RiverClan fiend the dark paw was making friends with. Why anyone would fraternize with the enemy was beyond her, but then... it mattered not. What she cared for now was to draw Vinepaw to her. Ask for Rabbitpaw's location. Perhaps the apprentice knew. They were close from what she knew.
"Vinepaw. Darling! Could I steal you away for a moment my dear?" the fury asked, her words kind despite the steel behind her voice, a command coming through. No doubt an instinctual response at being surrounded by so many non WindClanners as they were despite herself.
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