June Gathering

[Rani]

Originally Posted by dino.

Breaks were frequent, but they made it there. Eventually. Bumblebreak hated lagging behind, hated the thought of looking weak to the others, but she didn't want to rush her mate or sibling and make things worse for either of them. It was probably a bad idea to even be this far from camp in the first place. But, well, probably better for them all to be there than just one - she'd have gone herself even if the other two hadn't.

Trying not to gasp for breath was a struggle as Bumblebreak slumped down near the leaders' stones and leaned against Violetfreckle. Her sides burned. Her muscles ached. Her wounds stung. But dammit, she was here, and that made it worth it. How many of their former leaders had managed to show up at the Gathering following their removal? The answer was none. She was the first. As weird as it felt to be the one on the ground for once, she'd still showed up.

Blinking away her exhaustion, she turned to inspect Muddy and Vi. "You two still feelin' okay?"

[ @Rani @vellichor ]

Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3

Ok so, Mudhound could admit they were a liiiiiiittle nervous for this gathering. They were pretty sure nothing would go wrong but... Well Bumblebreak was fragile. Physically yes though she was rapidly improving but also mentally, more then she realized. Backlash, shame in front of the other clans here tonight could really have a negative impact on her. But their sister had wanted to come, to be there, maybe some sort of proof she was alive and this was not a loss but a decision that'd make thunderclan stronger?


The tripod wasnt sure, all they were sure of was that they would not let anything bad happen tonight. So, after a nice leisurely walk (more for their sake, had Mudhound gone faster their leg wouldve twinged but they'd have managed) the tripod wagged as they stepped onto the sand, chirping a "Feeling good!!!" before they 'tripped'.


Listen sand was slippery and Mudhound being totally distracted from the piece of driftwood was totally in character so it wasnt strange! Neither was the catastrophic fall as the tripod went face first into the sand, back leg wiggling and flailing in the air before they pulled their head out from the dune, snorting out a veritable torrent of sand from his nose.


Aaaaaaand then the promptly turned back to 'maul' the log, chewing and crunching on it growling like the hound they were named for, grumbling "FIEND!!!!" as they, the full grown giant hornet, acted so distractedly like a kit there was no way anyone could pay attention to Bumblebreak over them.


@vellichor

[goodacacia]

Rookpaw
♜ WindClan Apprentice | 9 moons

After being clearly underwhelmed by the previous Gathering and the lack of "issues", Rookpaw almost wanted to sit this one out. Because what in the stars was the benefit of sitting around and listening to the other clans talk? The dusky shaded apprentice never understood the appeal of chitter chatters in the first place, lest the chitter chatters of other clans. Unless... some important information would be divulged from the casual gossips here and there... now that's certainly something.

But she digress- stars, as if something like that would ever happen. Rookpaw followed her Mother towards the beach once again and parted ways when the leader made their way towards the center. She, on the other hand, would just stay far, far away, where the cats thing out, and spectate as the scene unfolds.

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[wolfie]

⸝⸝⸝ 彡 ☽ nine moons ✮ he . him (..?) ✮ shadowclan apprentice ☾ 彡 ⸝⸝⸝

huge chocolate brown tom with darker brown markings that go down his back and limbs; lighter brown underbelly and chest. has a striped tail and small, tufted ears with round, blazing golden eyes. has thick fluffy fur and a raccoon-like striped tail. he has a single tooth that overlaps his bottom lip and is commonly covered in mud. he is missing half of his right ear; smells like dirt & wood. struggles with a stutter & motor tics (involuntary movement). ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

꒰ #AcontiumFlowers /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ꒱

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····╰⪼ @Mica @Moonraven @Rani [ sorry he also wants cuddles ] .ᐟ.ᐟ

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ After getting an earful from a stranger ─ he didn't mean to walk into them! They had just suddenly appeared and now they were upset with him. The apprentice had been quick to slink away after the fact. He had no interest in listening to them babble about being careful and manners. Houndpaw did have interest in the creature he had been watching. After the stranger had disappeared within the crowd, he had returned to the shoreline to prod curiously. Unfortunately, all he learnt that the weird claw hands the creature had HURT like HECK when it got hold of you!

He swung his paw around, up and down and around to try and get the absolutely disastrous little evil bugger. He did eventually manage to fling it .. somewhere. Away from him. And then he was alone on the shoreline, golden irises looking out into the bustling crowd. Alotta cats were talking to each other. (Are you kidding? Most old leaders are mean. You must be lost. Fiend!)

Houndpaw's head jerked painfully to the side, golden irises looking around for one of his siblings. He saw Grottopaw underneath the ledge. Weepingpaw on the ledge - w - wait wut. HEY! They couldn't do that! He shuffled a bit closer, staring at the seastones with buzzing confusion. Could they do that? ... Bleedingpaw was with Night Kitty. MistleMa hadn't even shooed his brother away yet. He stared blankly, blinking rapidly. ... He wanted to be with their moms and Weepy. Then, he wouldn't have to talk or smell the strangers. And he would be cozy. And he could listen. And he could be above everyone. Ggrrrah.

He crept closer and closer to the Seastones, weaving through the crowd so he could go and peer at the two. Actually, the apprentice stood staring up at them for a long while --- unblinking in his focus. O__O. He felt maybe if he stared long enough they would invite him up there. The ledge seemed particularly forbidden. Just as Mama's ledge at home was. Expect. Everyone up there looked comfy 'n he wasn't that patient.

Maybe if he was very quiet no one would pay him any mind. Carefully, Houndpaw jumped up onto the first ledge -- and then slipped and fell back down -- but on his second jump he discovered success. It was a quick skitter up to the deputy's ledge where he crept slowly behind Mistlewhisker, trying to keep his pawsteps quiet and his physical body as low to the ground as possible. He wasn't there. Nuh uh.

He would try and settle right behind her, attempting to be as close as possible to her. (While he tried not to alert her, the loud rumbling purr coming from him was hard to hide. ) Carefully, his head would pop out to stare quizzically at the stranger cat talking to his family. Wut the heck was a pun? Maybe he was a good distraction and they wouldn't realize Houndpaw had came for cuddles too. Still, he didn't like this strange cat yapping so he gave them a good glare to be safe.

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Her first Gathering as a medicine cat and she was dragging along two apprentices to make herself less visible to the crowd. Maybe she'd sneak away as a typical warrior for a little longer. She often saw them gathering beneath the Stormcrest, but not she. Instead, she'd send Dragonflypaw up and watch from a distance, gauge their judgements. "Dragonflypaw, the medicine cats sit over there. Last I knew, they were Lightningstorm for WindClan, Sleepysunrise for ShadowClan, and Berryshine for RiverClan. I don't know Sleepysunrise but the other two had been in their positions for a while," she spoke. Truth be told, she would know the ShadowClan medicine cat. She'd just not attended a Gathering since the young-looking medic took control.

"Ghostpaw, you can stick with me or go try to mingle. Don't get into any trouble, Gatherings are meant to be peaceful," she spoke to the other apprentice before taking a spot close to the other medicine cats, but still within a separate crowd. She wouldn't let Dragonflypaw drown, but she didn't want to sit in the limelight, either. Instead, she's stare in their direction and if they looked her way, she simply wouldn't blink. It was a soulless stare with nothing but hard judgement behind the initial creepy.

However, one cat in particular caught her attention. She'd seen her before and she didn't seem to age much. Sitting between the paws of a wobbly-looking creature, was a black and white she-cat that she'd definitely seen with Thrush before... but what was her name? Her green eyes would dwell on her the longest, curious, almost curious enough to step forward and ask.

@pixel. - Ghostpaw | @Dreamingstars - Dragonflypaw | @Alchemist Kitsune - Lightningstorm | @Estelle - Sleepysunrise

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Ghostpaw sat nearby. Eyes glued towards the other clans.

[sturgeonwind]

Quietlizard
(header image by me!)
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「 male | he/him | windclan warrior | 22 moons (+1 every 11th) | very easy to change. no real "set" personality | takes long pauses before speaking 」
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「 ✦ @Mica - Palerift | oh dear I wasn't expecting this! ✦ 」

It infuriated him how he could just think about her and then oh suddenly as if by magic, even though he never asked, she was right there. Right. There. The thing was talking, talking quietly, muttering, "Kill. Her." but he couldn't not here, "Take the chance. Kill. Her." Hed be called crazy, he would be like a broken creature, he wouldn't be a hero.. Except to the voice, the voice would be very very happy. It just wanted this opportunity to strike like she took hers to arrive and stare at him like they were enemies. He didn't exactly want to be enemies but the large fur lump that was his body decided to say nothing to her that one time... which was sad. Not the right word exactly, but Quietlizard felt it good enough to describe the fact he was definitely not in a normal enemyness with this cat. She was probably the worst thing he'd encountered, but only for his ears. He stared back again, saying nothing, because speaking is a time to strike, and letting them get that first strike loses you some paths to go places. You're not. Going. To win.