One ear remained focused on the medicine cats seated below them as she heard the other ShadowClan healer speak up - Mossfreckle, was it? The warning in his tone irritated her, but as much as it did she knew it was something she'd do if she could right now to Cobs; a warning to not let Rookfire rile her up. Her gaze flickered briefly over towards Cobs and Berries, wondering if she needed to talk with the two after this gathering was over. She hadn't realized what an anxious mess the medicine cat apprentice would be - and that would need to be fixed at least for gatherings.
Bumblestar's quip had her glancing towards the leader. Right, the otters. "That's bein' handled, just so you know," Stormstar offered, brows furrowing. "Ran into a slight... issue, but they shouldn't be a problem much longer." She had already talked to the elders and had a game plan in mind, at leasy. Hopefully the next time she took a patrol out it would be to rid the waters of those vile creatures.
...And bring closure to Mudsmoke and Jayfrost...
The scent of WindClan turned Stormstar's attention towards the beach and she watched as Twilightstar hurried across the sand to the stones. She didn't go further than the stones where the deputies sat however, and the gray furred leader blinked. But when the single-eyed leader glanced at her, and spoke words she never thought she'd hear, the RiverClan leader's gaze widened a bit. Short-circuiting and blinking once, then twice, she tried to regain her composer and stop the gratitude from filling her eyes by clearing her throat.
They were rival Clans. Twilightstar and WindClan had driven them out! So why did her heart flutter with admiration at being recognized by the older leader? She was sure it was only said to remain civil. It wasn't because the WindClan leader was actually proud of her, or wanted to congratulate her. "Thank you," the gray-furred leader finally managed with a quick dip of her head, then because she wasn't entirely sure what else to do she averted her gaze back out towards the crowd. Well, if she wasn't nervous before, she certainly was a bit now. Her paws kneaded the stone as Twilightstar continued speaking with her deputy, and the medicine cats continued below, and the chatter of the crowds.
Before she knew it, Stormstar was striding forward onto the rock until her paws crested the edge and she could see out into the crowd. Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she paused, letting her gaze sweep over every cat there. It was... terrifying in a sense to be right where she had wanted to be for so many moons. Times spent sitting on the sandy shoreline looking up at the cats that stepped onto this stone, that gave announcements. Her paws tingled and the feeling spread up her legs, to her whiskers, and finally up through the tips of her ears and tail.
...But she was ready. The nerves died down and she rolled her shoulders back, standing taller and appearing much more confident than she had a couple seconds ago.
"RiverClan has been through a few challenges lately, but it's been nothin' we haven't been able to handle," Stormstar began, her voice clear and bold as it rang across the gathering space. "As you can tell, Fadin'star is no longer with us. Disppeared without a lot to go on. I traveled to the Starcave 'n was made RiverClan's leader under my new name - Stormstar." A brief glance up towards the stars, wondering if Goosefury was watching her right now. "Our medicine cat traveled with me, 'n StarClan saw fit to also grant her full medicine cat name of Berryshine."
A wide grin spread across her maw as she looked to her medicine cat, pride shimmering in her gaze. Sure, she had a deputy now and Berries an apprentice - but that Starcave journey was something the leader would treasure between just the two of them. "I've named Owltalon as my deputy, 'n Berryshine has taken on Cobwebfern as her apprentice." Full ranks. Perhaps the quickest she had seen them done, but she wouldn't boast about that now - she'd let that action speak for itself.
"We've had some new apprentices start their warrior trainin'; Featherpaw, Starrypaw, Shorepaw, Rosemarypaw, 'n Drizzlepaw. Some new outsiders joinin' out ranks as well - Soarin'paw, Fireglow, 'n Bravekit." She didn't currently see any of the outsiders here, which was probably for the best since they could be rather overwhelming. "One of our queens, Swanberry, has also welcomed a litter of kits; Turlekit, Ripplekit, Bubblekit, 'n Whisperin'kit." Her throat tightened at the thought of Streamkit, debating on if she should mention the young kit... "Streamkit, unfortunately, was stillborn, 'n we hope StarClan has welcomed them with open paws." It hurt to think of the kit, but it was the right thing to do to honor their name here.
"We've had a few issues with predators lately - a pack of dogs in our territory that we had to fend off, foxes roamin' about, 'n otters in the rivers at our borders with ThunderClan and WindClan. While tryin' to deal with the otters, RiverClan has also lost Jayfrost 'n Mudsmoke." Two more losses to add on. "We lost Crowglow while clearin' out the dogs in the territory, 'n Catfishwhisker was taken from us by the foxes in our territory. I took a patrol to handle 'em 'n hearded 'em towards the outskirts. All of these cats were good 'n loyal warriors, 'n we honor them here tonight." Stars, that was a lot of deaths, wasn't it?
Looking at the other leaders now to make sure she had their attention, then back out at the crowd, Stormstar added, "Another ex-warrior of mine, Strongstorm, threatened the life of a 'paw 'n had no regard for the Clan he supposedly vowed to protect, so he's been exiled 'n renamed Weakkit. He's a big fluffy gray tom with green eyes, will probably be whinin' 'bout how he doesn't care about anythin'. He's not worth your time to take in." She made sure to let her gaze linger on each leader before continuing.
Looking back out to the crowd once more, Stormstar flicked her tail. "This wasn't acknowledged at the last gatherin', 'n I know it's long since past. But you all got to honor those who fell for your Clan in the battle," the leader stated, glancing to either side at the leaders, "so I hope you'll extend RiverClan 'n I the same courtesy." It was about time the cats who had been killed were given their rightful honor. "Mistclaw, Sedgetwist, Sandygust, Waterworm, Riverwhisper, Mudstone, Splashgaze, Carrotdash, Poppytail, Cricklecrash, Honeypaw, Alpinepaw, and Stickpaw all fought valiantly. They lost their lives in battle, 'n they are honored 'n remembered by their Clan." A brief dip of her head and closing of her eyes. She hoped they had all found peace among the stars...
After a moment, Stormstar re-opened her eyes. There was one more issue she wanted to address. Taking a step back from the rock just a bit, she rolled her shoulders back and looked towards ThunderClan's leader. "Bumblestar - at the last gatherin' before we were driven out, you gave RiverClan back Cattail Pond - however when I went to scout the area when we returned, there's still ThunderClan scent as heavy as ever. I want to know if you plan on keepin that word in givin' Cattail Pond back to RiverClan?" It was mostly to Bumblestar, but she didn't exactly keep her voice down. Mostly because she knew what the answer was going to be - and she wanted every single cat here to hear it, too.
Bumblestar would never give the pond up, despite having promised to return it to RiverClan. Of course, once they had left, she had swooped in and stolen it again. As much as Stormstar respected the leader beside her for what she had done to lift her own Clan out of despair, this would be the true test to see if she could ever fully work with the leader.
In the open moor, warmed during the day by the sun with no trees to indicate the change in season it was often easy to miss the slow change of seasons. At night however without the shine of sun the difference was obvious. Leaf-fall was here, and things would only get colder.
With that Crowtooth was not shocked or even protesting of his new role as a deputy/space heater, and had happily kept by Twilightstar as she took things slow.
He wasnt gonna bolt even without her anyways, it'd ruin his nice clean fur he'd (once again) subjected himself to being groomed for. It'd ruin all of the kits and Hawkfurs hard work after all (mostly Hawkfurs though) and its not like his brother was there to fix it. That fact made him kinda sad thinking about the reason to be honest....
The old leader settling in the deputy spot was a bit of a surprise however, though made sense when he realized why. Lower down the rock on their ledge pressed up against the seastone there was a sort of buffer from the wind off of the waves, a buffer the leaders at the tom lacked. Plus she had Crowtooths large and fluffy form settling against her, venting heat, here too. "Ah so long as I aint put on the spot to give announcements while ya stick down here all sheltered, yer not gonna hear no protest from me (even if yer stealin' all my warm!). Aint no one here ready fer me runnin' my mouth after all~"
Neither was Crowtooth really, the idea of talking before the gathering was a terrifying task he'd need time to mentally prepare for. Honestly he didnt even wanna think about it, distraction distraction- ooh new fish!
Hetrochromatic eyes bouncing from the old fox-fish who was apparently now in charge (remained to be seen if that blew up on windclan) to the new-fish in the deputy slot with them Crowtooth.... Well Crowtooth judged. Not meanly! He just needed to know what he was working with. She was far older then the leader on the rock, around his age really, some gnarly scars. Eh he could take her, but hopefully wouldnt need to she seemed decent for a fish. "Howdy there newby. Welcome ta the rock an' word o' warnin'. Dont pull yer bosses antics 'cuz she got real lucky gettin' out alive an' ya might not. Aint a threat, just dont want another war ta ruin the calm."
Crowtooth couldnt believe he was tired of war given how he used to be but even the thrill of a fight could get boring after a time. So yeah, Owltalon lady, no pulling a Dusklion.
He was just as genial and pleasant turning back to Twilightstar again as he was talking to the newcomer however so it seemed he'd held no grudges.
"It always slips my mind ya didnt spend a whole lotta time as deputy but yeah. Great for eavesdroppin' here as Ive learned so far, 'suppose its officially supposed to help us keep everyone in line while the leader talks.
Warmer then up there though heh!"
God the fish really were in your face tonight, there went miss full of glares yapping already not even giving most of windclan a chance to arrive. It was a better speech then the last fish though, so Crowtooth gave that credit even if this Stormstars personality was grating.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 41 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat idly twitched an ear. He wasn’t in the mood for too much idle chatter but he hadn’t attended last moons gathering. Perhaps a time now to catch up on how the others had been faring.
In the open moor, warmed during the day by the sun with no trees to indicate the change in season it was often easy to miss the slow change of seasons. At night however without the shine of sun however the difference was obvious. Leaf-fall was here, and things would only get colder.
With that Crowtooth was not shocked or even protesting of his new role as a deputy/space heater, and had happily kept by Twilightstar as she took things slow.
He wasnt gonna bolt even without her anyways, it'd ruin his nice clean fur he'd (once again) subjected himself to being groomed for. It'd ruin all of the kits and Hawkfurs hard work after all (mostly Hawkfurs though) and its not like his brother was there to fix it. That fact made him kinda sad thinking about the reason to be honest....
The old leader settling in the deputy spot was a bit of a surprise however, though made sense when he realized why. Lower down the rock on their ledge pressed up against the seastone there was a sort of buffer from the wind off of the waves, a buffer the leaders at the tom lacked. Plus she had Crowtooths large and fluffy form settling against her, venting heat, here too. "Ah so long as I aint put on the spot to give announcements while ya stick down here all sheltered, yer not gonna hear no protest from me (even if yer stealin' all my warm!). Aint no one here ready fer me runnin' my mouth after all~"
Neither was Crowtooth really, the idea of talking before the gathering was a terrifying task he'd need time to mentally prepare for. Honestly he didnt even wanna think about it, distraction distraction- ooh new fish!
Hetrochromatic eyes bouncing from the old fox-fish who was apparently now in charge (remained to be seen if that blew up on windclan) to the new-fish in the deputy slot with them Crowtooth.... Well Crowtooth judged. Not meanly! He just needed to know what he was working with. She was far older then the leader on the rock, around his age really, some gnarly scars. Eh he could take her, but hopefully wouldnt need to she seemed decent for a fish. "Howdy there newby. Welcome ta the rock an' word o' warnin'. Dont pull yer bosses antics 'cuz she got real lucky gettin' out alive an' ya might not. Aint a threat, just dont want another war ta ruin the calm."
Crowtooth couldnt believe he was tired of war given how he used to be but even the thrill of a fight could get boring after a time. So yeah, Owltalon lady, no pulling a Dusklion.
He was just as genial and pleasant turning back to Twilightstar again as he was talking to the newcomer however so it seemed he'd held no grudges.
"It always slips my mind ya didnt spend a whole lotta time as deputy but yeah. Great for eavesdroppin' here as Ive learned so far, 'suppose its officially supposed to help us keep everyone in line while the leader talks.
Warmer then up there though heh!"
God the fish really were in your face tonight, there went miss full of glares yapping already not even giving most of windclan a chance to arrive. It was a better speech then the last fish though, so Crowtooth gave that credit even if this Stormstars personality was grating.
`~Owltalon
She, Her\Deputy\46 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]
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Owltalon was starting to get used to it, somewhat. She wrapped her long tail around her large paws as her ears listened to the conversations of other highranks as well as the cats below. She narrowed her amber eye as she watched the crowd. Sure, some cats looked more foggy when compared to others, but she could still see most of them. No fights were breaking out, not on her watch. While she'd hate to have to worry about something like that (c'mon, who breaks a peace treaty???) it wasn't anything she'd be taking any chances on for at least a few moons.
Sooner or later, Windclan slipped into the mix of cats and Owltalon glanced in their direction, only staring when she realized Twilightstar hadn't bounded all the way up to the leaders rock. The Windclan leader blinked at her in greeting and Owltalon began to wonder what she thought. The deputy blinked back, her expression mostly neutral before she turned her head once more. Heh-heh, Twilightstar was cold, that's for certain.
Stormstar started a long string of announcements, practically recapping the Riverclan meeting held so far. Even though Owltalon knew most of this information, she listened keenly, her ears twitching at every word.
Then, new mews filled her ears, mews that were far closer to her than her leaders. The bulky she-cat turned her head, an eyebrow raising in question. Ah, right, Crowtooth. She'd never seen the tom up close before, and now that she had he seemed to be a bit older than her with an odd array of eye colors. Oh, he was talking to her? She huffed a laugh of amusement at the mere thought. She hadn't spoken to really anycat so far, so she was glad at least someone had the guts to.
His first mews came with greeting and she smiled slightly at that. His next came with warning and her ears perked. "Yeah, I gotcha, chap." She said. War was something no sane cat in Riverclan wanted at the moment, they'd just moved into new territory and were still trying to find their footing. So, if she and Crowtooth were on mutual terms with that, she believed there should be few to no problems for a good amount of time.
After that brief conversation, the newly appointed deputy turned her gaze back to the crowd and allowed a shiver to tremble through her fur. Stars above, when was her winter coat gonna kick in?
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
rookfire had decided that he was done dealing with cobwebpaw which happened right on time with windclan arriving. he was mildly confused why twilightstar took her place by her new deputy on the deputies level instead of climbing up higher to stand amongst dawnstar, bumblestar and dusklion but from what he had heard she had been around the longest of all current leaders and he could understand why that might mean she act out of the ordinary. besides, it was probably awfully cold up on the top, with the salty cold wind blowing in from the ocean and the lack of stones shielding them from it.. windclans leader appeared to be in a good mood from what rookfire gathered in the short time he had turned his head to glance up the stone which was...probably the opposite of how dawnstar was tonight.
not like he was scared of conflict but his first gathering as a medicine cat going on without any more unwanted surprises like cobwebpaw would be lovely. after that they could fight all they wanted, rook needed some more cats to practice healing efficiently anyway.
the medic stifled a yawn, shifting slightly to press paws against cool stone and shift his tail to rest atop mossfreckles again. the leaders and deputies chatter, which rookfire had barely listened to in all honesty, quieted and dusklion began her announcements. while riverclan news didnt really bother him, the young tom was excited about dawnstars turn, his time to shine..
ear perked, he eyed the cats below them, little of note at this moment, most appeared to be listening or quietly chatting. he personally had never been one to make friends at gatherings and he wasnt really in the position to do so anymore, not that he cared,, but good for them i guess.
fadingstar gone was phenomenal news actually, besides the fact that he was almost certain duskl- ah, no no, stormstar hated him more than fadingstar had, he could see more in the former deputy than fadingstar ever had in him. no wonder he disappeared. probably cracked under the pressure of a unhappy clan hah. owltalon as deputy, he didnt know the molly and didnt really care all that much besides the fact that her scars looked pretty sick and he briefly, stupidly, felt ashamed of how minor his own were. cobwebpaw as medicine cat apprentice,, no. he still couldnt quite believe anycat would be so blind as to choose her. even if stormstar was a bit smarter he wouldve told her child medicine cat that this choice was absolute rat dung.
more cats he didnt care about yada yada new apprentices, new kits, nothing of note. predator issues were a bit more relevant, even though the territories were large enough that one clan having trouble doesnt mean everyone will be affected but dogs they simply chased off and the otters specifically made him feel a bit less than sure. luckily, leafbare was coming and he'd avoid the waters anyway, but after lostsparks death and predator issues, he wasnt sure if he would let himself be swallowed by shadowclans murky waters with as little care again. "RiverClan has also lost Jayfrost 'n--" the other deaths turned into no more than fuzzy statis as rook tried his darndest to wrap his head around a reason for this reaction. it wasnt a cat he had ever been close with, less than roach, he had treated him once and been out of camp with the warrior a couple of times but for some reason his death was a stark reminder of mortality.
with a shake of his head, the medic chased the thoughts away in time to hear stormstars warning of a former warrior, now exiled, and made sure to remember. he had never handled outsider joining, wasnt particularly keen to do so, and convinced he would recognise a bad person when he saw them, but would make sure to keep an eye out anyway. riverclans leader moved on to honouring the cats who lost their lives during the 3v1 and rookfire let cool grey eyes wander, owlthroat and newtbelly..there wasnt really much to do other than internally point out cats he knew as shadowclan appeared to be behaving well tonight. the announcement of all names belonging to the dead didnt mean much to him, he knew the cat whos life he watched drain out beneath his paws had probably been an apprentice but if that was honeypaw, alpinepaw or stickpaw, he didnt know, and didnt care. (though he ought to add 'valiant' was a bit much considering the one he contributed to the list didnt really fight back all that much)
interesting interesting. cattail pond hmm was that the place with the predator trouble at some point? it was kind of a bold move for stormstar to bring it up so shortly after grasping leadership and only being back from exile for two moons but he could admire the confidence it took. he doubted riverclan was very stable right now, and most likely couldnt afford another battle,, more deaths, so demanding bumblestar keep her word and return cattail pond..interesting. admirable almost. if only it wasnt so foolish. some minor chatter from windclans deputy who kind of looked like a misshapen badger and whos name rook couldnt remember (he'd be surprised if it didnt include the word 'badger' though) but overall peace and quiet.
striped tail tapping the cool stone to an unheard rhythm, rookfire waited for the next announcement.
[ open to any hrs lol || sorry, i didnt mean to yap this much ]
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 44 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Crowtooth - @Rani ] [Twilightstar - @Moonraven ] [Owltalon - @Marigoldwhisper ]
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The Shadow Queen's right paw watched with vague disinterest as WindClan filtered in, the skinny moor cats bracing themselves against the buffeting sea wind. Mistlewhisker herself was chilled--her short pelt did nothing to insulate her from the cold--but her level of the Sea Stones shielded her from the worst of the wind.
Crowtooth hopped up, and Twilightstar followed. Mistlewhisker raised a brow at the leader's refusal to move to the higher ledge, but as she pressed herself into Crowtooth's side, Mistlewhisker understood. Something deep within her wondered if Dawnstar would ever do the same with her. But that was just wishful thinking. A level of professionalism had to be kept between them, and Mistlewhisker was perfectly fine with that. The Deputy shuffled to bring warmth back to her paws, refusing to loaf because that felt beneath her. Ugh, why did they choose in front of the ocean to meet every moon? It would only get worse from here.
Mistlewhisker dipped her head to Twilightstar, a gesture of respect that the older molly more than deserved. Crowtooth jumped into threatening the new Deputy, earning a look from Mistlewhisker. "I am certain she is not nearly as foolish as her predecessor." Mistlewhisker hummed as though that predecessor wasn't standing above them. "But we shall see."
Dusklion--Stormstar, she revealed--launched into reports immediately, earning a look from the ShadowClan Deputy. Oh? No time to catch up, then. Fine. Mistlewhisker supposed cats with no friends had no reason to linger and chat. Her updates were more substantial than Fadingstar's ever were, revealing a whole host of problems that were impacting RiverClan. Mistlewhisker thought back to the threats in ShadowClan's territory right now. The list of the dead from the battle filtered through Mistlewhisker's head, the feline attempting to pick out names she might know. Nothing. She knew that the cat she had maimed was still alive--she was now in ShadowClan. The mention of Cattail Pond earned a flick of one of her large ears, curious at the apparent disregard of the agreement. Would Bumblestar take back her promise? Probably not, but Mistlewhisker found that most cats were rather unpredictable.
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Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 22 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly
Purrks:
Mind Reader [INACTIVE]
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Mothflame made her way to teh Gathering alongside her Clanmates, giving anyone she looked at friendly smiles. Forced friendly smiles. She did not quite enjoy Gatherings as much as she made it seem. Loads of cats from other Clans. Cats from other Clans that she did not like.
She sat down near the group of ThunderClanners, refusing to go an inch closer to a ShadowClanner or a RiverClanner.
{Open! To cats from other Clans, too xD Go bother her}
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Heavily scarred and half-blind she-cat with red fur and a single ocean blue eye.
She/Her | 9 Moons | + every 21st | ThunderClan Apprentice | Insecure
[63/100]
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Oh, wow. Time sure does fly by. It felt like it was almost yesterday she'd been to the last Gathering. Though, it had been... Not the most pleasant. She had seen him, the one cat she'd been terrified of seeing since the day she returned to ThunderClan. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she sat at an open space, looking around nervously.
{Open!}
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╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Hiddenpaw
Dark blue and golden braided tabby with white freckles and brown and blue heterochromia
They/She | 7 Moons | + every 26th | ThunderClan Apprentice | Timid and Shy
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Hiddenpaw closely followed their Clanmates, head lowered and eyes frequently darting back and forth. It was unlikely they would get ambushed, especially at a Gathering, but better safe than sorry, right?
She made her way towards the Seastones, trying to keep herself from trembling. Her first Gathering, wow. It was rather... Overwhelming. Too many cats. Too many cats for their liking. And WindClan wasn't even here! They tucked their tail around their paws and sat, lowering their head. Hopefully if she tried hard enough, nobody would see her.
{Open!!}
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SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 15 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
trailing behind the rest of shadowclan, squirrelrise sniffles as the ground underneath her transforms from grass and dirt to cold, grainy sand. with leaf-fall in full blow, temperatures dropped the later it got. while her fur was thick and shielded her from the biting of the cold – her nose and paw pads felt like iceblocks. so, here she was, sniffling and skittering across the beach so she could hurry and sit down so she could cover her paws.
settling down, her bushy tail wrapped around her paws. yellow hues landing on the seastones, she blinks in surprise at the sight of ..wasn't that riverclan's deputy? or, she supposes leader, now, considering she doesn't see the tom that was formerly there. and, without skipping a beat, the new riverclan leader - stormstar - starts announcements. stars, so shadowclan wasn't the only clan dealing with predators, apparently. her brows furrow at this, further tension showing in her face at the mention of the battle. she doesn't blame herself anymore for what happened, but that doesn't mean she wants to think about it, lest her brain start to work against her as always.
with a hum, she glances to the side of her. based on their scent, the younger is thunderclan. they look..scared, she thinks, frowning slightly. reminds her of when she went to her first gathering. should I talk to her..?, she wonders.
"..hi..there." squirrelrise speaks up after a moment of hesitation. "I'm s-squirrelrise..from sh-shadowclan...what's your...name?" she inquires, hoping she doesn't look too nervous herself. over the moons, she'd become more accustomed to talking but if she's honest, seeing other people nervous made her nervous too.
He'd taken a second to pause while he figured out where to sit and was rewarded for this by a moron walking straight into him and then does she apologize? NO! SHE MAKES IT SOUND LIKE IT'S HOLLOWPAW'S FAULT! AND INSULT HIM?? Short fur bristling, Hollowpaw bears small, sharp fangs.
"Oh, excuse me," he says, mock polite, "I didn't realize someone else bumping into me was my fault. But what do I know? I'm just a stupid squirrel, right?" There's a hiss in his tone as he speaks. He does not know this cat, but they reek of ShadowClan and that can never mean anything pleasant.
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 15 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
trailing behind the rest of shadowclan, squirrelrise sniffles as the ground underneath her transforms from grass and dirt to cold, grainy sand. with leaf-fall in full blow, temperatures dropped the later it got. while her fur was thick and shielded her from the biting of the cold – her nose and paw pads felt like iceblocks. so, here she was, sniffling and skittering across the beach so she could hurry and sit down so she could cover her paws.
settling down, her bushy tail wrapped around her paws. yellow hues landing on the seastones, she blinks in surprise at the sight of ..wasn't that riverclan's deputy? or, she supposes leader, now, considering she doesn't see the tom that was formerly there. and, without skipping a beat, the new riverclan leader - stormstar - starts announcements. stars, so shadowclan wasn't the only clan dealing with predators, apparently. her brows furrow at this, further tension showing in her face at the mention of the battle. she doesn't blame herself anymore for what happened, but that doesn't mean she wants to think about it, lest her brain start to work against her as always.
with a hum, she glances to the side of her. based on their scent, the younger is thunderclan. they look..scared, she thinks, frowning slightly. reminds her of when she went to her first gathering. should I talk to her..?, she wonders.
"..hi..there." squirrelrise speaks up after a moment of hesitation. "I'm s-squirrelrise..from sh-shadowclan...what's your...name?" she inquires, hoping she doesn't look too nervous herself. over the moons, she'd become more accustomed to talking but if she's honest, seeing other people nervous made her nervous too.
[ for hiddenpaw!! ueueu ]
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Dark blue and golden braided tabby with white freckles and brown and blue heterochromia
They/She | 7 Moons | + every 26th | ThunderClan Apprentice | Timid and Shy
[2/100]
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Hiddenpaw almost yelped in surprise when they heard a small voice beside them. Turning slowly, she sees a small russet she-cat, and her gaze softens. Swallowing the lump in her throat and taking a breath, she looks towards the unfamiliar cat, though not being able to meet her eyes.
"... Hi." She murmurs under her breath, and wonders if that was even audible. Immediately assuming the warrior--Squirrelrise--did not hear her, she shuffles her paws. Oh. She'd had asked her a question. Uhhh- "Hiddenpaw." she says again, forcing themselves to speak a little louder, hoping the russet furred cat heard.
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