As more cats rolled in, so did ThunderClan with Bumblebee at their helm. She twitched her whiskers at the other leader's comment, a vision of Spiderthroat and his kid issues flashing in her mind. "Probably not impressive by ThunderClan's standards, considerin' they seem to be deeper than dirt. Speakin' of, will your deputy's kits be joinin' us again this evenin'?" she quipped with a slight twitch of a smirk on her face, glancing over at the leader. Yeah, she hadn't forgotten that fiasco anytime soon. Thank the stars above that Owls didn't have any nursery-aged kits that needed to have a talking to.
A brief glance towards her deputy and the grin on Stormstar's face brightened ever so slightly, the tip of her tail hanging down to poke the she-cat's shoulder. She was glad to see that Owls didn't give in as easily to the ThunderClan leader's taunts, and it once more solidified her choice in deputy.
Her jaws parted to address the leader again - give an explanation for the obvious change - when a sharp exclamation below caught her by surprise. Her gaze traveled down to where the medicine cats sat, and of course it was Cobs' reaction to - oh well, look at that. Rookfire. Stormstar simply blinked, not sparing another glance down and looking back out across the sea of cats - and just praying that Cobs wouldn't start anything at this gathering that she would have to finish.
[ @dino. @finley !! - for the brief glance to cobwebfern ]
The little calico molly bounced behind her clanmates. Her second gathering! So exciting! Even if the last one had been a little strange this one was going to be great! She glanced to her side at Wheatpaw, giving him a big smile. Her old friend from the nursery was here! She hadn't had a lot of time for him recently. Training had taken up a lot more of her time than she'd like to admit. She was sure he understood! He was in the same boat now after all. This gathering she mostly stayed with her group. Slugpaw still wasn't sure what rule she had broken last time, but she wasn't about to go offending Riverclan again.
Wide green eyes flicked around the clearing as she scanned to see who was here. She recognized The big dark molly who was in charge of Shadowclan, but the other cat beside her and Bumblestar was new to her. Had she really forgotten that quickly? Crazy how time worked! "So Wheatpaw what do you think? It's your first gathering!" She purred.
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ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The High Priestess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
❦ Mossy hues watched at dark grey pelt slipped through the silvery verdant and muddied oranges tones of the lichen curtain which shrouded the medicine dens idyllic little burrow from the world beyond, watched at Rookfire filtered into the harsh dimming sunlight of the slowly darkening clearing which was painted in deep shadows in stark contrast to the watercolour skies above which where dazzled in vivid pinks, cheery yellows, and dimming blues which muddled into an eclectic rainbow of indiscernible patterns that ebbed and flowed against the rising moon which played a peekaboo game with the fluffy cumulous clouds. Lanky oriental form rose and arched mountainously up as muscles knotted and unknitted as resistance pressed from his white tipped paws which dug thorn like claws into the ground and coursed like a flood of relieve to the tight strained muscles beyond, with a huff the herbalist righted himself and picked his own way to the entrance on carful paws which ricocheted little waves of dust against the hard packed earth as rhythmic whisper soft pawfalls where the only sounds against the gentle silence of the now quite den.
❦ The brigade of shadowy felines was a quite one as the procession continued on, meandering paths through conifer canopies which swayed in the breezes which fluffs up the boughs of their spiked branches, the soft scents of autumn slowly mingling with the wilting, balmy scents of summer which became more bitter than sweet with every slowly chilling day. Mossfreckle walked alone… well, as alone as one with a reeling mind of stars could ever be… as wide orbs flitted from underbrush to deeply scarred dark chocolate tabby pelt to dark grey pelt to the onyx pelted molly whom shared some minute attention with Rookfire who follows diligently close to her side - possibly missing his rank as an enforcer or merely eager to establish better connections with those he now resided hierarchically closer to than the majority of the clan could ever claim. The herbalist did not mind the space but his heart pitter pattered fiercely against the claws of anxiety which ripped open new and old wounds alike, leaving gapping gashed and scars to mingle and attempt to heal even though he knew and the darker, howling parts of his mind knew they would never really heal enough to be more than slightly oozing cuts which seeped the venom of too many words left unsaid or too many words said by harsh critics in his mind, he liked the silence in all honestly but didn’t like the debut of yet another medicine cat apprentice so closely to that of Grousepaw who know held no rank and had vanished like a prey scent in a tempestuous wind. Reaching the outcropping of sandy shores and jutting stones that marked the beginning of the neutral sight of the Sea Stones, angular star marked brow shook to slow the mind within its confines of its racing and dipped up to seek the familiar form of the former enforcer he now called his apprentice, by formality that was as he doubted he would ever be able to say Rookfire was his apprentice outside of such, it simply was not a feeling or phrase that really felt comfortable or right outside of hierarchal technicalities. Finding Rookfire in the crowd, more inversely being found by, Mossfreckle offered the tom a soft smile in return shoulder bump that had announced the larger felines presence at his side, ”Off we go,” he purred, more amused with sarcasm in his tones than anything else, he was not a fan of most of the medicine cats that now sat on the stone as a faint ungrandiose remainder of the greater feline that had come before them.
❦ Petite paws sunk into the white and cream sands as the freckled tabbies long legs carried him to the the base of the perch which he leapt onto with grace and ease and took up his usual spot, feathery tail twitched with annoyance but settled over his white tipped paws with a lot of will as his leaned into Rookfire and cast his gaze to the felines before him, some he liked and some he did not… some he didn’t know… and some not there yet that he liked and assumed didn’t like him, he likes two of the current medicine cats and made a mental note written in clouds in the clear starry skies of his mind to try a little harder at forming bonds with the tolerable ones, ”Wolfpaw,” he said nodding the the medicine cat apprentice who had decided it was beneficial in his young mind to be an intolerable brat… so be it… at the end of the day he would be put bitterly into his place when he failed or fell short or something gave him a good whack, [B]”Berrypaw,”[B] the tom said in lilting and cheery tones to the feline who he did believe a medicine cat regardless of her paw status which was unbeknownst to him no longer her title, if he had known - when he knew - he would be proud as it seemed some bit of the world was finally not losing its ever living mind, ”How had the moon treated you? Have you taken an apprentice” he ask personally then with a motion to the rosetted molly which resided nest to Berrypaw who seemed even more anxious than the chocolate healer herself. Part of him didn’t like the molly to begin with, some part of him called forth an unknown aversion but he would hold it like his tounge was held between his cabins and make some tongue-in-cheek remark at some point to Rookfire on the way home about the weird icky feeling of ego and a sense of deserving that didn’t belong very well with that certain cat, ”and you are?” he ask in Tones juxtaposed to his internal conflict. The question was not seen to or even acknowledged it seemed albeit he had picked up her name seemingly as one of the others had ask just beforehand - Cobwebfern. There was not much time to ponder the new feline more as she turned and seemed to still on her thoughts and instantaneously panic at the sight of Rookfire who had then been a Riverclan molly of the name Minkpaw and somewhat akin to the sense of entitlement that had long sense been beaten out of Rookpaw and no longer existed in Rookfire.
YOU
❦ A long word which echoed against the sensitive hairs within the canals of his large ears, a long word which has a essence to it that lingered and felt like it singed the hairs and deafened him as ocean static seemed to rush forward along with an icy calm that trickled through his veins, ”Pardon me?” he questions more as a tentative warning question than an actual curiosity, if this molly through a fit right here and there he was not going to be thrilled in any sense of the door, people got heart and mental wounds lingered but those got left at the foot of whatever perch their leader stood on to announce their rank as a healer of their clan, there was no room for pettiness or weakness in the role of healer whom got to play god with crimson paws and heady plants.
[ Mossfreckle’s words are not my own, anything said in character does not equate my own opinions of the character and their roleplayer. Thank you. ]
Coyotepaw • He / They • Shadowclan apprentice • 9+ moons A large white tom with brown-based black rosette tabby patches, one dark green eye, and one dark blue eye 11/100 posts
He noticed his clanmate approaching in the distance, he'd seen this cat at least once, possibly twice, though, with everyone being confined to camp it was kind of hard to not at least know of everyone. A toothy smile crossed the apprentice's maw as he nodded back in response.
'I'm Eveningpaw' Ah! That's right! He'd heard the other's name at their ceremony but hadn't put their name to their face until now "oh! Hey! yeah- I think I saw you at your ceremony, but other than that I don't think we've ever talked one-on-one " He said, followed by a slightly nervous laugh "Coyotepaw" He paused for a moment, should he leave it at that? Replying with just a name felt weird to him, but how else could he do it? He cleared his throat before continuing "Coyotepaw is my name" He said, furrowing his brows, this wasn't going as smoothly as he hoped it would, but it also wasn't going bad. He flashed a nervous smile that lasted a mere few seconds.
Silence fell over the two cats before Coyote took a breath, glancing around the cats beginning to gather around them. He had to say something before his awkwardness scared this cat away.
"Is this your first gathering?" Coyotepaw asked, tilting his head curiously as he looked on at Eveningpaw. That's... fine I guess. It's not a weird question to ask at least. He sighed softly, his tail tip twitching as he straightened up a bit.
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Chimera and tortoiseshell with golden and blue heterochromia
They/Them | 7 Moons | + every 8th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Perfectionist
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Coyotepaw, nice. A neat name for a cat that looks as ferocious as one. They could only guess that Coyotepaw would be a great fighter.
"Coyotepaw! Hi. It's really nice to meet you," Eveningpaw let out a cheerful purr. The brief moment of silence wasn't exactly comfortable, but Eveningpaw had experienced worse. Once the brown and white tom started speaking again, they brightened up, nodding.
"Yep, my first Gathering! It's not like what I expected, to be honest. I thought it'd be.. Y'know, more crowded," they shrugged. "What about you? Is it your first time, too?"
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No response from the fish deputy. BORING. Bumblestar rolled her eyes and instead directed her attention solely to Dusklion, her tail flipping back and forth against the stones. Ah, kits... kits she would personally fling into the sun if she had to deal with them again.
"Please feel free to eat them if they squirm their way up here again," she said dryly. "Or maybe use 'em as otter bait, if the opportunity comes up. For once, you 'n your slimy lot would actually be doing me a favor." Little insects. If they invaded again, she absolutely would be dropping them by the river to fend for themselves.
Re: October Gathering
