˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ [ @Mica + open 2 those to get sand flinged at them on accident] ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ── .✦ ➜A low rumbling arose from Houndpaw at the ear nosing which he returned by licking at his sister's cheek. "I keep you s-ssaffe too, t-then!!" He barked, nodding his head up and down. Yess, he would be the best big brother and keep an eye on his sister. That way they could both stay close together. Where were the rest of their siblings, actually? Golden irises danced around the Seastones, only able to spot a few of them. Maybe they didn't all come.
"Let's look for t-t-t..r...." Houndpaw came to a block, desperately trying to say the word treasure and yet with no success. Eventually he decided on, "sshiiniesss!!" He yipped, and then without another thought he waddled over to the sandy area. His tail jerked sporadically. He was not going near that cold water though. He had no interest in freezing! Instead, the apprentice started to dig. And dig.
And dig.
and dig.
and dig.
To be frank, he spent his whole time digging in the sand to make a Hound Hole. Was he likely flinging it at other cats nearby? Perhaps. Sand proved to be far more troublesome then mud or snow. Or dirt. It just.. kept.. going.. back in. Most of it, anywho.
As cats started to file into the Gathering, different scents beginning to swarm Houndpaw's head started to swarm. He had adjusted to the natural buzz of camp, often finding some way to dim the sound but here? It felt impossible. So many cats were talking to each other, overlapping with both other cats and the sounds around them. It was overwhelming. He let out a soft whine, batting annoyedly at his own ears. His left eye twitched.
"Right, well, I as an individual hate his guts. And all their guts." She admits matter-of-factly, looking to Fogmask and expecting to be met by his approval even though he seems awfully fond of Quietmouth. He must just be really good at pretending he doesn't want the other tom dead. Fogmask has this whole thing perfected, it looks like. "He can stay since he can't run his mouth, I guess, but if any of his clanmates come looking for him, you're talking to them." Because right now the only tolerable non-Riverclanner that Salamanderpaw can think of is the type that doesn't speak and can't quite hear what all she might say about them. So she turns her focus properly back to Quietmouth.
"Your name is super messed up." She remarks, not caring whether he can discern what she's trying to say or not. "Like, you get your whole apprenticeship to earn a cool name and you went and got named after not talking? Booo, that's so lame. I'd be mad." Salamanderpaw inches closer into Quietmouth's space. "So does everyone in Shadowclan know how to talk without talking or do they just ignore you and keep you off the important patrols?" She does want an answer to this, so she tries to think of how she should ask it....eventually, she gestures back at Shadowclan again, then brings her paw to her mouth, then her ears, and then she ends pointed at Quietmouth. Again: Shadowclan, mouth and ears, Quietmouth. Urgh does that even make sense?? Stars almighty. This is hard and she feels dumb but it's all just novel and entertaining enough that she's not really thinking about bailing just yet.
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Primroseadder followed Owlstar up onto the stones, her emerald eyes narrowed as she strode confidently to the middle of the clearing. She settled down, wrapping her tail around her paws. ''Stars, it's cold tonight!'' the RiverClanner exclaimed quietly, shivering. Primroseadder called out to a couple of her Clanmates. ''Hey, Adderstrike! Mosspaw! You two wanna come sit with me for a few moments? At least until we warm up?''
Without emotions in her eyes Adderstrike walked over to the gathering. She expected her clan to be treated like trash and for them to say nothing or have a hissy fit when it was brought up to them. The warrior would probably not have come at all if not for the simple fact to see how slipping prone her leader was just to see how big of a problem it actual was for this cat. Then someone said her voice but she couldn't draw much enthusiasm. She was spent. So Adderstrike just nodded her head and walked over to sit down with Primroseadder. Her old apprentice meant so much to her and she hoped that her own apathetic mood didn't cause her any concern, Or even worse think Adderstrike was mad at her. Though she wasn't in much of a mood to explain herself to anyone either. She had to focus on how much a mess of a show this would be.
[ this post takes place AFTER mosspaw's assessment !! o7 ]
Primroseadder blinked happily as Adderstrike and Mosspaw settled down beside her. She wrapped her tail around Mosspaw to keep her apprentice from freezing, pressing her pelt to Adderstrike's. ''Mosspaw passed 'er assessment,'' she purred to her former mentor. ''She's shapin' up well. 'm proud of 'er.''
The warrior wanted to brag to her former mentor about her apprentice. It was only right---Adderstrike had bragged about her.
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Sqiuirrelpaw let out a sharp, irritated hiss as gritty sand was flung onto her fur. She whipped around to glare at the source through narrowed amber eyes when she spotted a ShadowClan apprentice batting at his ears. His paws were sandy.
''Hey!'' She complained bitterly, her ears flicking to-and-fro. ''Don't you know that it's disrespectful to fling sand at others at a Gathering?''
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"Salamanderpaw!" Fogmask hissed. He jumped back at his own harshness, surprised at the defensiveness he felt for this cat. I guess he's just like a brother to me at this point. Fogmask concluded. He sighed.
Quietmouth was shocked at the harsh expression on Salamanderpaw's face, which once followed by Fogmasks's scolding, he understood what was going on. Is she MOCKING me? Insulted as he was, Quietmouth didn't show it. That would be just the thing she would want him to do. Again, he looked to Fogmask, hoping that he could explain to the rude apprentice.
Fogmask looked at Quietmouth, looking back at him. He knew Quietmouth understood what was going on, that he was being mocked, and that he wanted Fogmask to help explain.
Regaining his cool, Fogmask turned to Salamanderpaw. "For what I understand, Quietmouth doesn't really have any friends in Shadowclan. They all shun him, especially those who were apprentices at the same time as him. Because they think he didn't deserve to be a warrior. There are only a few who even acknowledge that he exists, much less try to communicate with him. He goes on important patrols and is a great fighter." Fogmask thought back to when they were apprentices. "I've been allowed to practice fight with him a few times and have seen that he's no joke. He's as skilled a fighter as any other warrior, maybe even more; he knows where you're coming from by your paw steps, he's impossible to sneak up on in his range of vision. Don't underestimate him because he can't hear." He finished with a slight hiss, though he tried to keep it minimum. He sat down and waited for Salamanderpaw to respond.
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"Alright.." he mumbled. He really, really didn't want to but he didn't want to be rude by not doing what he asked. He slowly inched towards the apprentices and sat a little bit away from them. They seemed very close, and irritable if a younger apprentice came up to bother them. So he started at his paws for a while and at the new area around him.
He noticed the other clan arrive. First a wave of fish hit him, this must be Riverclan. Then a smell of breeze and fresh grass drafted into his nose. Windclan, he guessed.
When her nephew pushed her away she gave her chest fur a embarrassed lick. "I'm sorry, me and your mother just want you to be clean. You know that's important." Her own fur was clean and spotless, just how she likes it. She may have a problem.
Tinywolf's concerned face turned into a smile. At least he's got a friend and someone to hide from the cold with. "Alright, I'll leave you alone. Stay warm." The small warrior hopped away and found a nice spot for good hearing of the leaders.
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The older apprentice padded, fighting the wind on the way. If he thought about it this way, his next gathering may be when he's a warrior. What would his name even be? Nectarhoney sounds sweet... but what about Nectardrizzle. Nectarpuddle? These thoughts occupied him while he found a seat for the gathering.
He walked along side his clan but restrained himself for breaking off yet. Falconbeak had a new apprentice, who's never been to a gathering before. She needed him to show her the way, and that she will. "Look, Shrikepaw." He nodded towards the high ranks of the other clans. "That's Shadowclan. That's Riverclan." He flicked his tail at Dawnstar, Mistlewhisker Silentpaw and Sleepysunrise before moving his tail over toward Owlstar, Sunheart and Berryheart. "If you go interact with the other clans, do not talk about Windclan's issues and do not talk to a warrior. They won't want to bother with you."
He stared at the apprentice for a few before flicking his ear and backing up. "If you see Swanpaw here, go chat with them. I'm sure they would love to talk. She's a brown cat with a missing eye." he stood, waiting for a response so he can go off on his own.
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She jumps a little bit when Fogmask hisses her name. Salamanderpaw's dark ears twitch flat; what's the big deal? Sure, maybe she's not being very nice, but it's not like it matters. If anything, Fogmask seems more upset than Quietmouth. Then the sob story comes and Salamanderpaw...feels nothing. It'd be moving if Quietmouth were a Riverclanner, but he isn't. Therefore his struggles don't matter.
Salamanderpaw opens her mouth to bicker, then snaps it back shut again. She doesn't need to do this here. Frustration has her pelt bristling as she glances past the two. What is the right way to handle this? It's not fun anymore if Fogmask is going to coddle his Shadowclan friend.
"I think you enjoy talking to him more than I do. I'll leave you both to it." She decides, getting to her paws.
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