Shadepaw Pure black pelt; dark mackerel markings; amber eyes
She/her || 6 moons || ShadowClan Apprentice Agatha Kitty - Silver Tongue - Shadow Fiend
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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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Birchpaw sighed in relief. So she was Shadepaw. He could work with that! With a smile, he would dip his head. "I'm Birchpaw."
With a deeper sniff, he would scent faint traces of pines. He knew the scent from Sky Glade when he visited with his mentor. So, this molly must be ShadowClan! Why would a ShadowClanner speak to him of all cats? Hm. Maybe he should be a little more cautious..?
Becoming a bit more guarded, he would look the molly up and down. "So.. uhm.. how's prey running in ShadowClan..?" He mewed awkwardly, keeping his voice a bit harder and keeping his ears perked. He was bigger than her but he wasn't sure if he could take her if something happened. At least not right now, with so little battle training on his paws. The most he did was play fight with the other apprentices. Maybe he should bring it up to Dapplebreeze to get some combat training down.
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"Duskhound, Dewfawn. I don't know whether you're up to a conversation with the clan of darkness, but I'm particularly interested tonight in sharing some genuine opinions about Riverclan's return. You are free to follow me or not."
Nightfall walked softly, as he was used to, to a brown tortoiseshell tom well older than him. This might have intimidated most other cats younger than bug, but Nightfall didn't have any space for those emotions.
"...Hello, lovely evening, I would say."
The dark-pelted tom settled down beside the Shadowclan cat (he could easily say that, and not only from the fact that he was sitting right there), but far enough so that the other wouldn't easily feel bothered.
"...You know, with Riverclan's return, there will be lots of changes back in our clans."
Nightfall was watching the leaders while speaking, but now he looked sideways to take a look at the other's expression. What did Shadowclan think about all of this?
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Vinepaw
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9 Moons
As Vinepaw approached Dapplebreeze, he was still buoyed by the lively atmosphere of the gathering. He greeted her with a friendly smile, feeling comfortable and at ease. “Of course, Dapplebreeze. What do you need?”
He glanced back at Burningpaw, offering a quick, apologetic smile.
Turning his full attention to Dapplebreeze, Vinepaw remained upbeat, hoping to handle whatever she needed swiftly so he could return to enjoying the gathering
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.
Burningpaw nodded at Vinepaw,
a smile on his face. "Yeah! I think it's fun so fa-"He cut himself off as a warrior, seemingly from WindClan, by the scent, walked up and asked to borrow Vinepaw.
He shot Burningpaw a smile, and then turned away. Burningpaw nodded, noticing the stiffness of Dapplebreeze's voice.
He sat, shuffling his paws awkwardly. The apprentice glanced around at the other cats, eyes scanning the crowd for someone he knew. When he found no-one, he sighed, and turned back, waiting for Vinepaw to be done so he wasn't awkward.
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After their comment about RiverClan, Dewfawn had noted a certain someone rolling her eyes.
Nightfall said another thing about going toward ShadowClan.
No thanks.
"I'll be back in a moment." Dewfawn said to their siblings, heading over to a certain grey cat.
They narrowed their eyes at Duckfeather as they approached "If you don't like my thoughts on RiverClan, then what are yours." Dewfawn said, though there was the slightest audibpe agitation in their voice.
"Last...meeting?" Palepaw stared at the fellow apprentice, yet to comprehend what that meant. It took a little more gears and bolts for Palepaw's head to turn before he realized. And once he did, he sprung up his feet and excitedly skipped around Lichenpaw. "No way! You're going to be a warrior! Woooow!"
"Congratulations!" Palepaw exclaimed with such a genuine and proud tone, you'd think he was talking to his fellow clanmate.
If that wasn't enough, the next line Lichenpaw said had sparkles blooming in Palepaw's eyes. He couldn't hold in his enthusiasm. His suspicions was confirmed, he was from WindClan. He didn't know that was Twilightstar, but he'd heard her name in the history lessons he had as a kit. His eyes followed to where Lichenpaw was gesturing. He squinted a little before finally catching on. "Wait...that's amazing! Your mentor is the new deputy? Then that ... that means he must be super powerful! Strong and smart and...all the things needed for deputy! And that means he'd pass all that on to you!"
The dilute calico kitten was just in genuine awe at the experiences this apprentice may've had.
Lichenpaw
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17 moons || she/her || WindClan apprentice || honed skill [INACTIVE] scrawny calico with one blind eye; blue eyes
Oh, Lichenpaw liked this kid! He seemed so different from what she was used to with ShadowClan, so much more bouncy and full of life! It was a nice change of pace! Plus, his clear admiration wasn't unwelcome either. He reminded her a lot of herself when she started her apprenticeship, before her world started crumbling around her. She was building it back up now, but seeing Palepaw's reactions and naive excitement definitely brought her back in time.
"I guess it does!" She agrees with a smile and little laugh, "but, y'know, Crowtooth hasn't been my mentor all that long. My first one was a cat named Sleethound, he was like a big brother almost," she could still remember the day his body was brought into camp, murdered by ThunderClan's deputy, Spiderthroat. "I had a couple others, but they didn't teach me a whole lot. Then there was Wolffang right before I got Crowtooth - he was a great warrior, one of WindClan's very best." She liked boasting about her past mentors, even if doing so made her a little sad. "Who's your mentor? Do you like them?"
Larkswoop frowned as Wisteriawren went to introduce herself, and then stopped. Her green gaze narrowed slightly, her ears taking in the nervousness of the other warrior. It intrigued her, honestly. She might have something for Bumblestar.
But, Wisteriawren did look afraid. That had Larkswoop wondering if this was the first Gathering that the fish had been to. She wrapped her tail neatly around her paws, green eyes flicking over to the deputies and leaders.
Aspenpaw had half a mind to just deal with punishment later and get his revenge now when a distorted voice called to him. Even though it sounded odd he immediately put a face to it, Marigoldpaw! Wait this was good, now he had a fellow riverclan apprentice to back him up against this rat. Marigoldpaw probably hated them as much as him, she had been there during the attack and she'd been as upset as everyone else. However instead of a jabbing comment or a snarl at his opponent, his friend instead dropped a shell at his paws and told him to behave. It took a moment for aspenpaw to comprehend the words spoken and by the time he had turned to face Mari she was already disappearing into the crowd, leaving him here. " wait I- you- uh.." too late, she was already far out of hearing range, he couldn't even see her anymore. He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed that she hadn't stayed. He had wished that now that they were both apprentices they would be able to hangout more but that wasn't the case apparently.
"oh shut up, what would you know? You're still a kit. " aspenpaw huffed in response, now looking down at the gift Mari had left him. It was a shell, odd but pretty! He liked it a lot actually. Aspenpaw held it between his paws as he inspected it in interest, only glancing up to answer the thunderclan apprentice. "Aspenpaw, what's yours? Something to do with insects?" he asked sarcastically. Leader of thunderclan was Bumblestar, bumble was something to do with bees if he remembered correctly and as for the deputy. Spider throat! Wow, a spider. Bugs. He hated bugs. He hated thunderclan, what a great coincidence.
When he had looked up to answer this question he had noticed a small commotion happening by where the deputies sat. Was that…a kit? Two kits. Or kits younger than the one sitting in front of him- oh look another kit sitting where the medicine cats sat! "What, does your leader enjoy bringing kits to gatherings or something? Because even your medicine cat looks like a child. What happened to your other one, might I ask? Unless that's springlight." Aspenpaw wasn't sure if that was just springlights apprentice or was that just a new medicine cat? Either way, what was young cats like this doing outside the nursery let alone at a gathering. Quite amusing actually
One more word out of this guy's mouth and Hollowpaw's biting him. Truce be damned.
"No," He says forcefully. Aspenpaw was a stupid name, why would you name your kid after a tree? That's so dumb. More like Ass-Butt-paw. Yeah. New name. Better name. "It's Hollowpaw. And that's Wolfpaw up there, he's our new medicine apprentice... something about 'StarClan's chosen' or whatever," he rolls his eyes for good measure. "Springlight couldn't make it." That's all he offers regarding their dearly deceased. "What about your medicine cat? I only see the runt up there."
Rabbitfur couldn't but mrrrow with laughter at his mate's difficulty. But he loved it. He adored how Gorseflower kept him on his toes even now. "Oh, I think that's debatable." He purred, giving Gorseflower's ear a swift lick. He nodded in agreement to his mate's observation of Bouncepaw. He purred at the memory of their early days. "You were so overwhelmed!" He mewed with a chuckle. "I was too excited to talk to everycat to notice, I spent the next three days trying to make it up to you." Ah their young days. Rabbitfur would be the first to admit he was no better than a furball with bees in his brain. But even then, he loved Gorseflower, even as a paw he had eyes only for her.
He followed his mate's gaze to Daffodil, she was right. Their daughter seemed to be thriving. "Hey!" He protested. "I think I turned out okay!" He added, puffing out his chest with pride. "I'm more surprised she found somecat that appreciates her energy." He added with a laugh. Though he had to admit, part of him was at least a little concerned for Daffodil. He worried she may be too open to friendships with cats outside the clan. But he knew as well as Gorseflower that Daffodil's dedication to StarClan should prevent her from making any stupid decisions.
Burnedpaw nodded, satisfied knowing that his presence was helpful. He was prepared to sit in comfortable silence while waiting for the leader's to start the Gathering, but then Cricketpaw had another question for him. He looked at her and tilted his head to the side slightly, apprehensive to answer. But truly, it could no harm. "Not me personally." He answered honestly. "But one of my dad's, he struggles a lot." Oatmask.
Burnedpaw had many early memories of Oatmask struggling with his anxieties, over different things. Anxiety that Burnedpaw and Charredpaw were not biologically his, anxiety over what the clan thought of their family, what other's gazes could be concealing. Burnedpaw in particular seemed to make him nervous because he was mostly unreadable. Well, except to Charredpaw. He mused. "Oatmask, he tends to struggle over his opinion of himself and what others think of him." Should he be confiding so much with an apprentice from another clan? Probably not, but it felt...okay this time. "I've seen my other dad, Alderstripe, console him many times."
The words came out smoothly, but he realized quickly how confusing that might to some. "Alderstripe and Oatmask are mates. Another she-cat in our clan was our mother so that they could have kits." Burnedpaw quickly offered the explanation, but realized it might still not make much sense. It wasn't complicated, at least not to him, so he didn't like summing it up that way. He always tried his best to explain things to others rather just cover it with something so vague. His tail twitched curiously, even though it wasn't his purpose in sharing what he said he had to admit he was interested to see how an apprentice from another clan would respond to his family dynamic.
Kitepaw looked up at her father when everyone left, her eyes wide with anxiety. Had she done something wrong? "Papa," she mewed quietly, "sh- di- ...did I do something wrong? Why did they all leave?" Her voice trembled slightly as she stumbled, trying to find the right words for her question. Clearly her appearance had been too much. Maybe she should have stayed away after all? Or faced her mother and just clung to her mentor?
The brown spotted she-cat turned her dark blue gaze down to her paws in disappointment. Clearly, this Gathering was not going to be her time to meet other apprentices. She wasn't entirely sure that was something she even wanted until the others left. Now she wished at least one had stayed. Maybe I'm just not likable? This seemed plausible. After all, if she was likable then her mother wouldn't always ben so on edge around her right? More importantly, her family would've stayed together...
Petalrot
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31 moons || bug/him || ShC Warrior slim tortoiseshell tom w/ white tuxedo markings; green eyes
Bug had yet to be fully settled when a dark pelted tom took up residence next to bug. Shifting slightly on bug's paws, green eyes drift over to meet yellow as the WindClan warrior speaks. Changes to all other clans... On some level, Petalrot agreed with him, but mostly, he didn't see how much of anything would change. There had been war in the forest before, this, here and now, was not much different than the aftermath of other wars.
"I suppose," he says, not giving much away one way or the other. If this cat was looking for an opinion, he'd be hard pressed to find one here. Petalrot's opinions are what his leader tells him they are, simple as that. Still, there's little point continuing the conversation if bug can't at least humor the warrior with something slighly more substantial.
"But this is not the first time the forest has seen war," Petalrot intones, "we have made changes before in the aftermath of despair, now will be no different." Would that be substantial enough? Bug tried to make it sound like he had... more profound thoughts than he really did, but really bug was just spewing a bunch of nonsense.
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