Floodsight ✦ RiverClan | 22 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T3 ; empty slot
The silver she-cat with a gentle frame and long flowing tail followed behind her clanmates on their journey towards the Seastone. Another Gathering so soon...it felt like just yesterday they've just returned. Yet an entire moon had already past. They've done so so much the last moon under Stormstar's command and the chaotic season had finally past, leaving a new reign of peaceful days.
She'd made her way towards the Seastone and sat much closer to the inner ring this time around. Her dim blue eyes scanned the sea of cats and it seems ShadowClan had arrived already, though she could smell that from a mile away.
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Palepaw ◆ ShadowClan | 7 moons | [55/100]
The pale calico kitten hopped and hummed along the way towards the Seastone, wobbling behind his clanmates as he stared around in awe. It was his second time here but the sand and sea were still new and worthy for exploration in his eyes. Everything was wonderful and beaches of RiverClan was so extremely cool. A little part of him wants to run of into the other clans territory and dip his paws in the endless sea.
The little kitten paced around the Seastone, awaiting for WindClan to arrive. He'd brought something for Lichenpaw...or whatever she'll be called now. Palepaw was more than curious to know her warrior name and hopefully he'll be able to give her this pretty pebble he'd found during a scavenger hunt.
Leading her Clan through the familiar territory and towards Lionsbeach, Stormstar felt more ready than she thought she would. Any nerves or anxiety had died away in the face of finally, finally getting to sit among the leaders. Cats she had looked up to at Seastones since her arrival on RiverClan's beaches all those moons ago. A place where... where Lionshad once sat. The giddiness that bubbled inside of her was hard to snuff out - and she didn't really want to. A smile tugged at her maw as she came to a half just before the gathering place, lifting her tail for those behind her to stop as well.
"I want every cat in good behavior tonight," the leader called over her shoulder, though kept her voice reasonably low so that only they could hear her. "If the other Clans try 'n taunt or tease or poke you, don't give 'em the satisfaction of a reaction. They don't deserve one." Stormstar gave a nod, blue gaze sweeping across her Clan before she looked forward once more and headed into the Gathering.
Padding swiftly across towards the rocks, she made sure to gesture with her tail for Owls to follow. "You'll sit on the rocks below all the leaders - proud to have you up there with me," she grinned, nodding towards her deputy. With a nudge of her shoulder the leader continued the rest of the way across the sand and leapt up onto the deputy stones with ease, then lifted herself to the stone on which her brother had sat upon. Dawnstar was already there, and she gave the leader a curt nod. "Dawnstar," she greeted, her tone nothing more than simple and even. She'd be civil, of course, because that's what a leader did. Her blue eyes held nothing but neutrality as they lingered a bit before drifting out over the gathered cats.
`~Owltalon
She, Her\Deputy\46 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]
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A moon passed already? Owltalon nearly couldn't believe it. Multicoloured paws thudded against the ground as she trotted at Stormstar side, her tail low to the sandy ground. Was it normal to be nervous? Yes, yes it was. The weight of plenty judgemental eyes would be on her this evening, ha! But she'd delt with a few hard stares before, this wouldn't be any different. But the deputy title? Yeah, that was loads different. The nerves that bounced around in her stomach were worse than what came after eating a bad fish.
Once Stormstar addressed her, fluff filled ears swerved towards her, Owltalon's eyes brightening a smidge before her gaze trailed up to Dawnstar. She gave the scarred leader a short look before her gaze fell back to her leader who was trailing up the rocks of Seastones. The deputy stared for a moment before she realized she'd have to join her.
At Stormstar's comment, she smiled toothily. "Thanks, chief." She followed up the rocks with little to no struggle, long pale claws digging into rock. Once she'd finally hauled herself up the stones, she gave the Shadowclan highranks another look, her good amber eye twinkling with some sort of amusement but certainly pride. She was more than ecstatic to be here.
Owltalon herself had nothing of meaning to say to Shadowclan, so she merely nodded at them. After that, she turned her head back to the cats below her, watching for anything mildly suspicious before the announcements started. Then Thunderclan arrived.
The deputy looked upwards, her gaze settling on Bumblestar. Ha, interesting choice, hm? They've certainly had a lot of those, but Owltalon didn't think she was one. She simply flicked an ear at the Thunderclan leader, the tip of her maw twitching slightly.
Okay! It's—yeah, it's another one of these. Hopefully this time he isn't too dazzled by everything to be a proper little conversational companion...he fears he didn't do well by the Thunderclan warrior from last time. Hopefully, hopefully. Mosquitopaw's heart skips in his chest as he files in with the rest of his clan. Just like before, he's excited. Can't wait. These Gathering things really are so cool, even if he can hardly hear the other cats around the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
You can do it. You did it before and you'll do it even better now. It looks like Riverclan are all that's present besides them. He can recall trying to avoid taking to any of them last time since...well, last time they all sort of looked like they'd just been through a war, which, uhm. Yeah. But he feels bad wondering if he should try and avoid them a second time around. Tensions aside, Mosquitopaw has so many questions. He always does.
He...hesitates, anyway. Maybe it'd be for the best to just wait for the other clans to arrive—or to stick with Shadowclanners this time around. Shadowclanners are pretty darn cool, if he says so himself. Options, options, options. He gets a list going and wastes even more time by wondering how to order it. Importance? Doability? Excitement? Yet more to think about instead of making a decision.
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