QUILLPAW he/him. 10 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]
quillpaw's attention is drawn away from the medicine cat soap opera when he hears a hushed voice. looking beside him, he sees a brown and white molly who looks about the same age as him – and windclan, if the heather-y and grassy scent told him anything. normally, he'd be glaring sharply and hissing for a cat to back away or just straight up ignore them, but he finds her remark amusing.
"it doesn't surprise me in the slightest," he responds, not bothering to lower his voice. he shoots a glance towards the meddies once more, rookfire now silent after his scolding and the two windclan medics having retreated to the spot where deputies reside. "riverclan is just sad. it seems their medicine cats are no different - sulky and moody over trivial things." though, rookfire was no better with his antagonizing - that is better than sniveling in such an event like a gathering he supposes.
his ears swivel in the direction of the seastones when windclans leader gives announcements, gaze sliding to look at twilightstar. fires, death, exile, and apparently a baby boom. what was it with leaders having ginormous litters lately? "is disloyalty common in windclan?" he muses, eyes narrowing as he glanced to the windclanner beside him. smart remarks are just a part of his nature it seems.
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 15 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
ears twitching, squirrelrise is somewhat able to make out the apprentice's first word - which, from the sounds of it, is a greeting. she thinks. fortunately, the thunderclanner - hiddenpaw, she learns - speaks up louder the second time. okay..it looks like we're both nervous, she realizes with a blink. glancing away, she thinks back to her interaction with twistedpaw. the older molly had also been nervous, but the two quickly warmed up to each other after realizing they could relate to eachother. maybe it'll be the same with hiddenpaw?
"well, it's..nice to..m-meet you, hiddenpaw!" she meows, maw twitching upwards in the beginning of a smile. okay, now to just continue the conversation. ack, small talk really isn't her strong suit. it'll be fine, just go with the flow, she reassures herself. though, honestly, it's easier said than done. "how's your..training g-going along?" she asks curiously, turning her head to fully face hiddenpaw now.
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Golden braided tabby with white freckles and brown and blue heterochromia
They/She | 7 Moons | + every 26th | ThunderClan Apprentice | Timid and Shy
[5/100]
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Hiddenpaw can't help but give Squirrelrise a small smile at the greeting. She nods in return, shifting from where she was sitting to face the russet she-cat.
"Uhm- it's going good... My mentor... She's... Really nice." Hiddenpaw murmurs, struggling to meet Squirrelrise's eyes. StarClan, why was she so nervous?? She was about to ask "How about you" until she realised that Squirrelrise was a WARRIOR. They slapped themselves mentally. Now it was just an awkward silence.
((Had to kinda change her design because it was "too unrealistic" SOBS))
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Her tail flicked as she dipped her head slightly, "yes, and to you as well, my name is Turtlepaw. May I ask what your name is?" Stars, she's borderline bored but for now all she could do was eye down this rather peculiar friendly Thunderclan cat.
[MENTIONS- ]
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A battle-scarred light orange cat with brown tabby stripes and blue eyes.
♪ Honeypetal ♪ She/he/they•ThunderClan•Warrior•25 moons ❝ This is all my fault. Everyone I love is disappearing and I'm next, I'd deserve that too. ❞
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She nodded. "Well, I'm Honeypetal,' she responded. "That's my name; Honeypetal."
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Golden braided tabby with white freckles and brown and blue heterochromia
They/She | 7 Moons | + every 26th | ThunderClan Apprentice | Timid and Shy
[5/100]
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Hiddenpaw can't help but give Squirrelrise a small smile at the greeting. She nods in return, shifting from where she was sitting to face the russet she-cat.
"Uhm- it's going good... My mentor... She's... Really nice." Hiddenpaw murmurs, struggling to meet Squirrelrise's eyes. StarClan, why was she so nervous?? She was about to ask "How about you" until she realised that Squirrelrise was a WARRIOR. They slapped themselves mentally. Now it was just an awkward silence.
((Had to kinda change her design because it was "too unrealistic" SOBS))
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cw: this post contains emotional distress [grief] / depictions of grief, please beware!
SQUIRRELRISE she/her. 15 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]
okay, hiddenpaw still seems nervous. not that squirrelrise blames her or anything. she was the same way when she talked to..any warrior ever. "I'm glad..to hear that..! having a..nice mentor..makes training..a lot m-more enjoyable." she comments, followed with a small flicker of the tip of her tail. luckily, the awkward silence does not last long as she picks up twilightstar's voice, gaze shifting to the windclan leader.
windclan had fires? the molly's brows furrow a pinch at this. she's never experienced a fire, so she can't begin to imagine how stressful it was for windclan. fortunately, the leader announces that, despite a few cats getting some burns, the fires were put out and nobody was gravely injured. of course, there were new apprentices, also – which is expected. the young warrior visibly perks up at the mention of two new warriors, twistedpaw automatically popping into her mind. for a second, her gaze flits about, trying to spot the older molly, smiling excitedly. the first was lichenshock, so the second must be twistedpaw!
her smile quickly fades as twilightstar continues. what? twistedpaw was.. -- featherblossom was dead? that couldn't be. I just..I just saw her two moons ago, she was alive, squirrelrise thinks, now staring blankly at the seastones as her mind struggled to process the information. she's never heard of rockfalls happening, never heard of someone getting crushed. but, featherblossom had been. she knows - some part of her just knows - that it wasn't a quick death. featherblossom had suffered, just like goopywhisker had. she'd known goopywhisker for much longer and yet, she still feels the intense feeling of grief suddenly weighing on her shoulders, like she's lost another cat she's known for moons. another loss that settles deep into her aching heart and threatens to break it. some part of her is mad, for some reason (why did goopy have to go out of camp that night? why did feather have to go hunting that day?), and she feels disgusted by the anger, yet it doesn't fade.
she doesn't realize she's crying into an indescribable noise erupts from her, something akin to a sob and cough. she rushes to raise a paw to wipe away the tears, lest she embarrass herself at a gathering of all places - or make hiddenpaw more nervous. stars, this is.. damn it, stop, squirrelrise!, she internally scolds herself, trying to swallow the lump that's formed in her throat and fight away tears that threaten to spill. her heart pounds in her chest, loud enough for her to hear it beating in her ears, and she sucks in a sharp breath. she knows death is common, it is inevitable. she just desperately wished she could get used to it already. either that, or simply learn how to control her emotions better.
maybe hiddenpaw didn't notice. she hopes.
the shadowclanners clears her throat weakly, forcing a smile on her maw. "ah..uhm," she hasn't said 'uhm' in..moons. hrm. "I..ah.." she pauses once more, struggling to find words. "I - I hope ...l-leafbare isn't..too - too cold..this time..ar-around." she meows, an abrupt change of topic. yellow hues land on hiddenpaw again, then she continues. "I..d-do enjoy ..the s-snow, though ..or at least..the - the ..appearance of..it. h-how..about you?"
[ aww rip og hidden design ;w; also so sorry hidden,,you had to witness squirrel be a wreck for a second ]
The Commander padded into the clearing, always full by the time he arrived. This was a choice he made, ensuring his clanmates would arrive safely or that no one struggled to keep up. He took up a normal spot, sitting towards the back of the ShadowClan crowd, looking as unapproachable as ever. Of course, that never deterred anyone, especially those of other clans. Whatever the appeal was, he wasn't sure, but oh well.
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Hollowpaw
‘The Hauntress’
Shadow Fiend: Inactive
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]
➢ Hollowpaw had noticed her mentor enter the Clearing (truly it was just a large crowd). He was near the back of the groups of cats. He looked irritated..? Upset? Hollow couldn't quite place it at the moment. But this didn't stop the Commander's Apprentice from padding over to him, as if the force dragged her into an interaction with the guy beyond training. Voice holding no true expression of her actual excitement to speak to him. "Hawkbite...Sir?"
The formal title coming out her maw in a whisper, same as the following words. "Ah, I should've asked you if you wanted that...apologies..." Falling back into inaudible muttering to themself. Blue and amber eyes dodging the possibly of meeting his green ones, albeit by looking at his ears, even if their head was turned to face him. Hollowpaw awaits a reply as they sit down next to him while the smallest of grins grows on their maw regardless of previous thoughts.
[ You just know I had to send the kid after him ]
Re: October Gathering
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