November Gathering

[Minku]

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Sunsetgleam
RC Warrior. They/Them. 17 Moons
Mind Reader | Herbal Knowledge T2 | Rapid Recovery | Bewitched [always active]
"Harrowing, searching through the ever expanding darkness"

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Y'know, it was only now Sunsetgleam remembered one time they met another apprentice with the same name as them when they were still 'Sunsetpaw'. They wondered where the she-cat went. It seems that every cat they form a bond with vanish into thin air. Both inside and outside the clan. Sigh. They don't really have anyone. They're really just hoping they'd bump into someone or vice versa and then boom! Instant friends! That'll at least free them from the eeriness that had always followed them everywhere they go. They did think originally it only appeared when their mind wasn't occupied with something. Clearly, they were too wrong. They still see those mirroring blue eyes everywhere they go. Orange pelt a shade lighter than their's. They took a seat somewhere in the crowd, trying to pay attention to the leaders and not let their eyes drift elsewhere

[open]

[nyme]

HE'S GOT A TEMPERATURE OF NEGATIVE DEGREES AGAIN

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PEACHPAW . 7 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

Peachpaw's back straightens the instant he realizes that he's sat himself within a tail's length (a typical tail, not the short-to-nonexistent kind like he and one of those stranger cats has) of a pair of Windclan warriors. Steely blue eyes shoot a long sideways look at the pair, and he's practically holding his breath in anticipation, anxious to see whether his closeness would be acknowledged at all. Should he hope that it is? Is it better if it isn't? He's thinking of subtle yet hopefully polite ways to inch away from them—surely they don't want some Thunderclan apprentice in their business, and he doesn't want to get himself into an uncomfortable aituation by loitering so close—when one speaks up, and the other responds. They're both right: it is pretty cold. Peachpaw finds himself nodding along in agreement. That urge to slink off to safety is still there, but it's quickly overshadowed by his sudden desire to participate in this discussion; the kneejerk response of a young cat wanting very much to feel grown-up, and of a pro-complainer wanting very much to commiserate with others

"Does Windclan get terribly cold during the darker seasons?" He pipes up, shoulders so stiff and squared that he's bound to be sore tomorrow from holding such an impeccable posture. "You all don't have any trees or undergrowth to break up the wind-chill, right? That sounds awful."

@Cloverspring ; SIXFOOT
@Cherry_Blossom ; WHITEFLAME

[Daragca]

Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 7 moons
The Collector - Lucky Duck T1
The Stowaway Child
[24/100]

His very first gathering, Cottonpaw was a bundle of nerves. His tail vibrated at light speed, wiggling this way and that. He’d bundled himself inbetween a couple of Windclan warriors, it was really the first time he had seen cats from the other clans. They had a strange scent to them, a lot more pungent than their border markings. But they didn’t seem nasty, many chattering and mingling with smiles upon their faces.

But others were quite frankly terrifying, some with gnarled thick scars. With a grumpy look to their faces, scary to think if it wasn’t for the protection of the gathering that they would likely eat him alive.

Eek!

He found himself backing up, making himself particularly small. Until he realised, he was rather separate from Windclan now. Rather alone in a pool of cats he barely knew. Tears pricked at the corners of his yellow eyes as he cowered down further backing up. Feeling underfoot a creamy brown tail he’d accidentally just stepped on. Oh boy.

[​ ​@Fish ]

[anika]

Primroseadder
RiverClan Warrior
Ultimate Predator
Go with the Flow
Shadow Fiend
She / Her ; 13 Moons

As Stormstar led the Clan into Seastones, Primroseadder took a deep breath and took in the scents of the sea behind the Clans. With a sigh, the new warrior forced herself to relax and took a seat near the center of the clearing, close to a WindClan tom.

Whiskers twitching, Primroseadder paid the black-and-white tom no mind and instead turned her attention to the leaders, her tail tucked neatly at her side.

[ @Tallstar - Vinesmoke Mention! ]

[Star]

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Windpaw
Fluffy patched tortoiseshell she-kit with blue and green heterochromia
She/Her | 7 Moons | + every 17th | WindClan Apprentice | Optimistic and calm
[11/100]

Purrks:
Dreamwalker [INACTIVE] • Bewitched [Permanently Active] • Silver Tongue T1 [Permanently Active]

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Oh joy! Her first Gathering! Padding along with her Clanmates to the Seastones, the tabby tortoiseshell had a large smile on her face. She sat down near the rest of her Clanmates. She couldn't wait to see the other cats from ThunderClan, ShadowClan, and RiverClan! Would they be nice? Or were they as mean as the other kits and apprentices made them sound? Surely they can't be that bad? Rumours spread quick, after all, Windpaw learnt the hard way. Her tail curled around her paws as she looked around the place with a pleasant look. Seems like ThunderClan and RiverClan's already arrived!

{OPEN!}
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[Star]

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Mothflame
Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 23 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly

Purrks:
Mind Reader [INACTIVE] • Killer Aptitude T1 [INACTIVE] • Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active]
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Mothflame padded to the Seastones with the rest of her Clan, head held high. She was not planning to speak to a single non-ThunderClanner this Gathering, or any other Gathering, for the matter. She knew she was being stubborn, detesting other Clans though some cats were on good terms with certain ThunderClanners.
Well, old habits die hard.

She sat amongst the other ThunderClanners, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, scanning the Seastones with her partial vision. Perhaps this meeting would be less of a hell let loose than the last one.

{OPEN!}
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Milkbee
Cream tabby she-cat with dark brown and orange markings, green eyes and a bobbed tail
She/Her | 21 Moons | + every 20th | ThunderClan Warrior | Friendly and playful
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Milkbee, with a pleased look, padded towards the Seastones and sat among the rest of her Clan, a warm smile making her way to her muzzle. She really hoped this Gathering would be a good one. Plus, she was really looking forward to meet new cats!

{ @Spider - If you want Rising to come :> | OPEN!}
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Firepaw
Heavily scarred and half-blind she-cat with red fur and a single ocean blue eye.
She/Her | 10 Moons | + every 21st | ThunderClan Apprentice | Insecure
[93/100]
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Firepaw was happy. Really happy. She'd finally did it! Passed her assessment, she'd be a full warrior the next meeting, hopefully! An unusually large smile on her face, Firepaw sat a good distance from the ThunderClanners, waiting for ShadowClan to arrive.
She was looking for a certain someone.
... Please be here.

{OPEN!}
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Hiddenpaw
Golden braided tabby with white freckles and brown and blue heterochromia
They/She | 8 Moons | + every 26th | ThunderClan Apprentice | Timid and Shy
[12/100]

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Hiddenpaw didn't realise they'd be back here once again, so soon. It felt like just yesterday the last Gathering. Time passes quick, she supposed. She drew herself into her long, fluffy fur, timid gaze cast downwards.

{OPEN!}
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[Diamondfur]

Owlclaw
elder|age: 78 moons|tom|windclan

Owlclaw sits by the other elders.