@Luna16 (this is the starter for a Fleet/Tangle interaction)
The air was thick with tension, and cross-clan commotion, but Tanglespring had no interest in any of it. The handsome warrior's ears swiveled lazily, as he picked up sparse segments of conversation, nothing in particular piquing his interest. At his last Gathering, he had been an apprentice, taller than some of his warrior companions.
For whatever reason, WindClan cats always seemed to fascinate him. He inwardly remarked on how they looked more like him than some of his clanmates, with their long, lean frames. I just know they're hiding some kind of first class agility training on those moors, he thought to himself wondering just how many mice it would take to bribe a WindClan cat into sharing those secrets.
The Code. The Clan, he reminded himself, as his gaze fell upon a WindClan apprentice he didn't immediately recognize, I shouldn't be sitting here wondering if a WindClan cat could teach me secret battle tactics. StarClan is probably listening to my thoughts right now, and putting me one pawstep away from the Dark Forest, I reckon. Well, I'll just refuse to die, that'll teach 'em.
He huffed softly to himself, and tilted his head in the apprentice's direction, "Well, this Gathering might be a little more excitement than it's worth, don't you think?" he called affably.
(feel free to let me know if this needs any edits/adjustments for Fleet!)
Fleetpaw flinched sharply at the new voice, a shudder moving up his spine and making his fur stand on end. He leapt to his paws, whirling around to face his potential adversary- wait no that wasn't right... The dark blue-gray tom felt his heart pushing against his chest, ready to burst. A crowd like this was terrifying! Why would Twilightstar and Fadingdawn think this was a good idea?! And by "this" he meant only his attendance at this...this Gathering. More like hell...
Oh. But wait he never actually responded to this cat. He ducked his head, meaning to dip his head respectfully but it looked more like cowering in fear. "E-...Excitement is a w-word for it..." He stuttered. "M-More like...terrifying honestly..." He admitted. Fleetpaw was already away that he was a cowardly mess, he didn't mind owning his own fear. Even to a stranger. There was no point after all, he was bound to have seen what a coward Fleetpaw was already.
Fleetpaw flinched sharply at the new voice, a shudder moving up his spine and making his fur stand on end. He leapt to his paws, whirling around to face his potential adversary- wait no that wasn't right... The dark blue-gray tom felt his heart pushing against his chest, ready to burst. A crowd like this was terrifying! Why would Twilightstar and Fadingdawn think this was a good idea?! And by "this" he meant only his attendance at this...this Gathering. More like hell...
Oh. But wait he never actually responded to this cat. He ducked his head, meaning to dip his head respectfully but it looked more like cowering in fear. "E-...Excitement is a w-word for it..." He stuttered. "M-More like...terrifying honestly..." He admitted. Fleetpaw was already away that he was a cowardly mess, he didn't mind owning his own fear. Even to a stranger. There was no point after all, he was bound to have seen what a coward Fleetpaw was already.
Immediately recognizing the mounting panic in the young cat's tone, Tanglespring softened a bit. He recalled his time in Twolegplace, and the fear those memories still imparted. This apprentice has seen things, and I don't wager many of them were good, he mused inwardly.
He lowered his head and softened his posture, suddenly aware that he was in fact the archetype of big, scary ShadowClan warrior, "Oh, it's no stroll through the pines, that's for sure," he offered, with an airy chuckle, "But I don't know if I'd call these cats terrifying. Attention hungry, and a little distractible, maybe...most of 'em just want to show off and show out in front of the other Clans."
"Can't be bothered, myself," The black furred warrior continued, "And you're wise to stay out of it." There was something about this young cat that seemed vaguely familiar to Tanglespring, but he withheld his observations, trying to place exactly what memory was being sparked in the back of his mind.
Burnedpaw elaborated on why he acted as he did and Cricketpaw couldn't help but smile. "Yes, I find the world over-complicates the simplest things, as a kit you are taught that you must forgive when so done wrongs you, yet when you grow up, the clans prove it was a lie? The dynamic of it all is confusing to a sorts" Not that she never even dug for answers but it would be nice to have some clarity.
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Re: September Gathering
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Originally Posted by nyme
WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES
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SALAMANDERPAW . 6 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN
Salamanderpaw works very hard on breathing all the way in (deep!) and all the way out (noisy!). This, she's heard, is supposed to help somehow--but she's not really buying it, because she just feels like a big, winded badger, forcing the air around like she's trying to hack a storm out of her chest. It's almost funny; for once she had the sense to know she shouldn't be here, that it was a no good, very bad, terrible idea, and she had committed to it anyway. So maybe being smart and thinking ahead doesn't matter, Salamanderpaw decides, paw at her mouth so she can pick at her claws with her teeth. Not if my paws know where they're going no matter what my mind says. But, it's fine. It is. Yes, she'd given Slugpaw a tongue-lashing, but nobody was bleeding. Shellpaw's fine, which is especially good. They have a strong sister here to keep the bad guys away, and a sweet friend to make the trip worthwhile. And...and Salamanderpaw would never say this aloud, but Slugpaw's pretty alright, for a Thunderclan monsterling. One can almost tell she didn't do anything wrong, which is nice. Almost makes up for the fact that all of the cats she's being raised and trained by certainly did do things wrong.
Though Salamanderpaw's moved herself to a safer distance, she can't resist shooting another withering look at the other young calico, and--PSSSSST! Oop!! Salamanderpaw twitches, eyes going round, fur going floofed. Oh. Oh, it's just Shellpaw. She'd been so deep in her own nonsense that she hadn't noticed the pale cat scurrying back a few paces to meet her in the Brooding Zone. A spy? Oh, scuff. Salamanderpaw hadn't even considered that. Here she'd just been hating on principle, but now that Shellpaw's mentioned it, it would be clever of the older Thunderclanners to train up their littler ones to be all...all conniving and uh...spy-ly. Eyes still stuck wide like discs, she nods gravely. This makes...so much sense...
"Be careful," she whisper-hisses back to her sibling. "I gotta stay right here so I don't act stupid but if anything gets weird, all bets are off." Salamanderpaw doesn't want her paws to move without permission from her sense again, but she can't trust that that won't happen if she remains within swinging distance of Slugpaw. It's not worth the punishment!!! She thinks as loudly as she can, nipping the paw at her mouth firmly. Starclan only knows if the message has been received.
"But I think it's okay," Salamanderpaw speaks up softly again, nodding toward Slugpaw and Rainpaw. "I think we have a cat who can be anti-spy." Rainpaw's talking, and although Salamanderpaw doesn't catch much of it (not because she's not hearing it but because she's having a hard time listening; it's a very crowded place, and she is very riled up), the side-view she's getting from the black-and-white cat's face looks very...sincere? Like she's working through something with Slugpaw, who even giggles, at one point. Whatever sparks of conflict had been ignited by Salamanderpaw and her big mouth were...were rained on, just like that. And maybe it's a little irksome that Rainpaw--Salamanderpaw's starting to process what she'd said, now--is apologizing (you have nothing to be sorry for, and I'm sure not sorry!), but having someone to soothe the situation is probably a good thing. Because if Slugpaw's willing to move past it all, that's...that means Shellpaw and Rainpaw, at least, can have a good long chat with her and really work on uncovering what kind of spy stuff she may or may not be up to. Salamanderpaw, for her part, will have to keep back, still. She fears no amount of rain or talk will keep her paws still if her own mind can't.
Still. "Thank you, Rainpaw." It's awkward, stilted, but genuine. She turns to meet Shellpaw's gaze briefly, jerking her head toward the other two. She doesn't want to keep him. He'd be better at sussing out a spy than she would, and anyway, she's suddenly too busy beaming ear-to-ear and puffing up proudly as hers and Shellpaw's recent promotions are mentioned overhead by Fadingstar.
"That's us, you know!" She chirps over at Slugpaw, finally feeling able to address the she-cat without snapping. "Shellpaw's going to be the fastest swimmer ever. And I'm going to be a better fighter than you could ever dream of. Alright?"
Shellpaw
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Act stupid? Why would Salamanderpaw act stupid? She wasn't stupid! Still, she definitely wanted to stay over here. He could tell that much.
But it's okay? He gazed on over at the other two, mid-conversation. Rainpaw was apologising? His fur prickled, worried about her, but he flashed her a kind smile to make sure she knew he wasn't upset. Anti spy, huh? Could Slugpaw really be that nice, all by herself, without special training, in ThunderClan? They really weren't certain, but Slamanderpaw had been far more upset than them, so, if she said it's okay, they'd believe her. Hmm. "Mm. If you say so."
He tucked his fluffy tail round his paws, noticing how it repelled that sandy gravels beneath it. Were ThunderClan tails like that? Probably not, right? They live in the forest, so they don't deal with gravels or sand. They wanted to go and ask Slugpaw about it, but, they couldn't bring themself to. Politeness was fine, but they couldn't begin to consider a proper conversation with her, like Rainpaw.
But then, Slamanderpaw signalled for him to go and join the other two? Well, if it was for the sake of figuring out spy stuff, it was certainly worth it. He gave a little head dip in return, wishing she could come with him, then padded on over.
Racing thoughts about spies, and what Slugpaw might say - or try to uncover - next, were soon interrupted by Salamnderpaw's comment. Oh! Was Fadingstar talking? Gazing up, they soon realised that he certainly was. They found themselves so wrapped up in this spy operation, that they hadn't even noticed the literal gathering begin. They'd guessed right - this place was too big and loud for them to follow everything. "Oh yeah!" They chimed, "Slamanderpaw's the bestest fighter ever!" they grinned at her whilst they bragged. Swimming was cool, but they doubted it'd be impressive to a ThunderClan cat, right?
Alpinepaw got up and walked slowly in the gap between Shadowclan and Thunderclan. She looked around as she was getting closer to the High Ranks. Alpinepaw stopped suddenly and looked to her left. There was a cat who was not talking to anyone. The apprentice thought, "Should I talk to them even though they are from a different clan? They are alone, just like me. I would like to converse with them but I'm too scared."
Re: September Gathering
