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Okayokayokayokay fine. The last gathering had been pretty fun, and Whiterabbit's ready to beat this dead horse until she's given a reason to go back to spending these nights happily asleep. Bleary-eyed she trudges in with her clanmates, gaze too focused on the cats seated within reach for her to notice the recent changes sat any higher. There's a mean, mean part of her that wants to hunt down Sigh...uh, Silent...whoever it was that she'd been harassing last time, but that's effort she doesn't have in her right now.
Whiterabbit finds enough unclaimed sand to set herself down in and tries reeeeaally hard to focus on how cool and fun this might end up being (again). Not on how she wishes she could have dragged her nice, soft, fur-lined nest along. A divot in the sand will do for now.
Quietlizard arrived, hoping that maybe his not spotting of Pale...... rift... was a meaning that she wasn't here.
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Vinesmoke
16 Moons
He/Him
Tunneler
Windclan
Loud. Everything today had been so loud and he didn’t know why he took a seat near the edges of the gathering keeping his eyes peeled he didn’t know what it was but he felt off. He hadn’t heard of anything out of the ordinary besides the new hrs but something as different the energy was off or maybe it was the moon whatever it was he wanted to leave.
He couldn't help but laugh a little, at the comment regarding Owlthroat. "Are you kidding? Did you not see him fighting Rookfire? If Rook would tear you to shreds, Owl would too." There wasn't a hint of anger in his voice - only disbelief. It was impossible for him not to feel defensive regarding his former mentor, but he wasn't too bothered. At least Sunnynose was close to Owlthroat in age, as opposed to being some fresh warrior with nothing to their name. Other than himself and Mosstangle, he figured someone would have to drop dead, for another enforcer spot to open up.
Before he could say anything further, a foul scent reached his nose. Ugh. ThunderClan. However, the cat that sprung onto the Seastones was actually quite interesting. Had Bumblestar gone and died?? He wasn't expecting that. "Hah! Now I wish we'd bet mice on that."
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She-Cat | 45 moons | ShadowClan Queen
"A mother Never abandons their kits...and nor will I Abandon my Clan"
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she murrowed with a chuckle "hm...guess we'll see if someone retires then, I can wait." she knew one thing, never would she try to fight rookfire, the Tom looked horrifying- "indeed." she hums, new leader In Thunderclan..."wonder if he's like bumblestar, mean" she murmurs softly, ears perking and swirling a bit to listen to what was being said around..nothing good eh. "well...when I think about it, most old leaders are mean" she chuckled.
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Oakpool is the current Healer of BloodClan, he has a Semi-Closed Den Vm me for healing. BatClaw is the current Deputy of Bloodclan @ me if he is needed. NightStar is the current leader of Nightclan, @ me if he is needed, Sage and saguaro are Alphas of their skulls, @ me if they are needed.
Quietlizard arrived, hoping that maybe his not spotting of Pale...... rift... was a meaning that she wasn't here.
Palerift
WindClan Warrior
she/her | 22 moons
[White long-furred she-cat with pale silver eyes] Purrks:
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Princess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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But of course she was. She was always there, just like he was always there. They couldn't avoid each other no matter how hard they both tried, like they'd been bound together by fate. Ha, fate. If fate were real surely hers was more than mediocre clan duties and sitting alone in the warrior's den. Palerift's eyes glowed white in the moonlight, the sheer weight of the gathered clans' emotions piling onto her and muddling her expressions. Maybe she should have stayed home. Could be getting some quality Alone Time in the warriors den right now.
As always, Quietlizard and Palerift's eyes met, both of them tensing for a battle that was purely mental.
Weepingpaw trotted into the gathering some ways behind the other clan. Between his teeth, he carried what he discovered was called a shell. He wanted to go shell hunting and collect prettier ones for each of his siblings and parents, but first things first.
Hawkbite had told him that Mistlewhisker was close to the bunny deputy. So, first things first, recruiting the WindClan deputy as his third parent. He and his brother were still working on a plot to get Momster to notice Bite as a proper mate and collect him as the family's father, but since it hadn't happened yet, he'd be parent number four instead of three. He hasn't seen Slytiger around much, so Baddad didn't claim a number as a parent in Weepingpaw's life.
A sniff and a glance around made him frown sadly. It didn't seem like anyone but ShadowClan was here yet. Maybe that was for the best. Weepingpaw padded right up to the stones. He noticed the Sleepysun was sharing a spot with Bleedingbutt, and so assumed that meant as long as he didn't climb on Momster's rock, he could go up on the stones too. So Weepingpaw climbed right up onto the deputy perch and sat down, where he was half certain he saw Mistlewhisker sit last time.
"Momster, Hi!" He purred to the mountain of a tabby above him. "Sit here, I can?" He asked after setting his shell down by his paws. He wouldn't have asked if Mistlewhisker was already here, but he didn't see her anywhere yet.
@Undertaker [Dawnstar] @Mica [Mistlewhisker]
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FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan Deputy | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Deputy might not have been a title he had expected to approach his next gathering with, but Flintclaw had no problem wearing it proudly as he padded along just behind Spiderstar. He was very interested in the reactions they might get. The dark tabby's fluffy tail swayed behind him as the Seastones came into view ahead of them. It looked like only one clan was here. Shadowclan. Well, that just meant it might be more entertaining to watch Windclan and Riverclan as they approach.
He held his head high as Spiderstar leaped into his spot and he quickly replaced the new leader on the deputy stone. He gave Mistlewhisker and Dawnstar quick glances before picking a nice, comfortable spot and hiding his paws with his tail. Spiderstar's expression was reflected quite the same on Flintclaw's face. He was proud to be here. To take his spot, right where he belonged, amongst the high ranking members of the clans.
Well, the gathering looked quite different from here. He had imagined that he would get a good view from here, but he didn't realize it would be quite this good. He could see most of the area from here. It could only be even better at the very top. Plenty of space for everyone to stare at them both as they sat, tall and proud, too.
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Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 53 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend [ACTIVE], Mind Reader Header art by @/Marigoldwhisper
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Mistlewhisker was simply going through the motions as ShadowClan made their way to the Gathering. She did not linger near anyone, and her gaze remained distant when she leapt onto the Deputy perch. Her disagreement--call it what it is; a fight. There's no use running from it--with Hawkbite was still fresh, and they hadn't talked much since. Mistlewhisker knew that the illogical world she lived in required her to apologize for words it deemed cruel. But what she said made sense, and still his nonsense clung to her thoughts like spiderwebs. Maybe she would apologize. But Mistlewhisker did not feel sorry. She would only apologize when she meant it.
The Deputy went to sit, only to feel a body in her way. Mistlewhisker looked down her long face at it, thoughts silenced with a command. "Hello. You must be lost." She meowed coolly. When Weepingpaw asked to sit there, Mistlewhisker clicked her tongue. "You are too old for this. Go b--" Her eye caught a familiar Bengal pelt on the Medicine Cat perch, and Mistlewhisker shut it wearily before looking back down at Weepingpaw. Clowns. All of them. "If your mother says you can stay, fine. But you will be still and silent." She leaned in close, her hot breath fluffing the fur in his ears. "Like a mouse. Understood?" As threatening as her conditions were, if he was allowed to stay, Mistlewhisker would gather the tom between her lanky legs so her soft belly fur tickled his ears.
It didn't take long for the rest of the clans to arrive. RiverClan surprisingly in one piece, WindClan the same, and ThunderClan... oh. Mistlewhisker canted her head slightly at the three new faces that made their way to the rocks. Both medicine positions, and a Deputy. Mistlewhisker met Spiderstar's gaze when it flicked to hers, and his disinterest was met with only mild curiosity. Had Bumblestar died? Mistlewhisker wasn't sure about her life situation, but surely she hadn't lost them all already. She was brash and annoying, not stupid.
The new Deputy received a brisk dip of the head in welcome--she was sure Crowtooth would rope them both into a conversation soon enough. A voice that sounded suspiciously like her younger self--she was hearing that a lot, wasn't she--chirped that she should make the first move, maybe tell this new tom to watch out for Crowtooth lest he talk him to death. She shut it down without another thought. She wasn't here to get buddy-buddy with anyone. Crowtooth had been a cosmic fluke and she still wasn't sure she actually liked him and wasn't under some sort of rabbit mind trick.
She knew the dusty tom would have something to say about Weepingpaw with her if he was, but Mistlewhisker's imposing figure dared anyone to make a comment. He belonged here because she said he did, and were they really going to argue with her?
Alpinemoon was one of the last Thunderclan cats to arrive. This would be her second gathering. She watched all the gathered cats as she walked slowly to her clan.
Chasmpaw walked with her clanmates. It was so exciting! This was her first time to be at a gathering. She sat down in an empty spot in front of the High Ranks.
Honestly, Crowtooth wasnt feeling half bad tonight, he had taken a nice big nap during the day, actually eaten a proper meal and the twoleg issue was still an issue, but they were taking action. All in all it was all the tom could really ask for in life, so he was walking into the seastones with a spring in his step and a burning desire to bother his buddy.
As such when he'd noticed a certain parasitic plant on his way over, he miiiiiiightve hung back to knock it down with a well timed blast of wind and was now carrying it along with him. Hehehehehhe the stink eye he was going to get was gonna be great.
Of course, no gathering could be without dramatics even if shadowclan and windclan were steady, so padding in with his haul the tom immediately spotted the regime changes. Damn, was Bumblestar dead? She was kinda crazy but- oh no, there she was, yeesh she looked bad, that'd explain the early retirement. Well Spiderthroat wasnt half bad, though if and how the poor sod had leader lives with the starcave down was a question he hoped Twilightstar asked, and the new guy looked.... Well like a thug but the same could be said for Crowtooth so he couldnt judge.
All and all, all the change meant was Crowtooth had a new cat to con into being cool with him (and so windclan) in the name of good clan relations.
Even though he didnt really care, Mistlewhisker still remained that weird freak friendship with another clan that he actually liked and wasnt just internally tolerating.
Speaaaaaaaking of! Hoping up to the deputies perch with the most crowfood eating grin on his face the toms tail waved in a manner better suited for a kit about to pounce on a littermate, offering the mistle with a, "Mistle fer my favorite mistle?" Head tilted and eyes positively howling at how unimpressed she looked. It was, predictably, rejected at which point the tom sighed as if he was heartbroken drawling a "Mistlewhisker buddy, Im startin' ta think ya 'ave no care fer out 'bond'." as he dipped his head, eyes casting over to observe the reactions of the fellow high ranks captive audience. "See new guy, this one 'eres a mean one, be warned lest ya end up personally wounded like me."
Only, Flintclaw wasnt the only one and the tom also spotted a little form that shouldnt have been there (tradition wise). "Well hallo there kiddo, ya a friend o' miss big ol' meanie here?" Kid was basically a Dawnstar clone, so probably one of her spawn, buuuuut Crowtooth wasnt quite mean enough to hate the kid for their unfortunate heritage. Unless they proved themselves like their mother.
So, deciding to continue his little game he leaned down and gave the kit the plant, declaring "Well if she cant appreciate a good pun I pass this onta ya! Im Crowtooth, the windclan deputy, whatcha doin' this here lovely gatherin' little......" words trailing off as he waited for an introduction.
"Yall too big guy. Round o' introductions fer all o' us I think wit' all the new faces, none o' that silent sulkin' an' coldness. T'aint what gatherin's are for."
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