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• she/her • 17 moons • riverclan/apprentice • the collector —> this character may express themes of depression, grieving, ptsd, and self-hate
It’s been a while since she’s been to one of these. She may as well, she was starting to come out of her shell more anyways. Hopefully she spotted Raccs? She figured it’d be improper to approach Berrys. Instead, CrowPaw made her way through the crowd, sitting towards the back, but not fully, and peering towards the leaders. ThunderClan…changed.
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His very first gathering, Pikepaw was practically overjoyed. He couldn’t believe he’d finally made it, if he was being honest he didn’t care much for the smell. There was all sorts of cats here and cool! All four leaders, he hadn’t learnt much about them but they seemed to be eyeing the Thunderclan one up something awful.
He found his way over to another Riverclan apprentice, a little uncertain about speaking to the others. ”WHOAH!” Pikekit gasped, rather bluntly. ”Sorry… I didn’t mean ta be rude, but you’re missing an ear? Is that new? I swear ya had one before?” The barrage of questions came in good spirit, he wasn’t daft. It almost looked like Salamanderpaw was trying to show it off.
at this point, rookfire wasnt even surprised by the assault of bramblethorns cleaning every time she spotted him. why? he still hadnt been able to figure it out. he wasnt popular by any means, nor small and weak so anycat would feel the need to make him feel better or help. it was weird but not weird enough that he broke through the mental block and actually snapped at her. instead, a simple "hi" was extended towards the younger cat.
owlthroats question was a welcome distraction and while he barely looked at the older tom properly he did catch the grin. "mmh unless thunderclan is plannin to pull a riverclan" (fyi this is set when only shc was here, im horribly late im sorry)
speak of the devil, the next clan to appear was thunderclan, and silver eyes narrowed at the new faces. "oh thunderclan is pulling a riverclan" the younger enforcer chuckled with delight, quiet words addressed at owlthroat once more. the almost entirely new set of cats was rather funny considering his earlier comment. spiderthroat replacing bumblestar, some grey tabby tom filling the deputy position and two vaguely dark brown cats, the medicine cats presumably.
additionally to the newcomers, one of the dawnspawn was out for trouble and somehow crowtooth was involved, yet they spoke to quietly for rookfire to hear. "whatd ya think happened to wolfbrat?" he prompted, angular head turned towards owlthroat. though, no matter what the official answer was, in rookfires mind the young toms egocentric and frankly braindead behaviour had finally caught up to him. only took a while because thunderclan wasnt really known for being smart.
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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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He smirked - perhaps Sunnynose was an exceptionally talented fighter, and he had no idea - who knows. He tilted his head at her next comment, "eh, Bumblestar may have been mean, but she was certainly non-threatening." He laughed, "none of the squirrels ever are." He recalled the time Bumblestar had blown up at RiverClan... Perhaps she'd shouted and kicked up a fuss, and perhaps she scared RiverClan, but she seemed nothing but a little beetle to be squashed, by the clan of shadows. Looking around, he noticed her in the crowd. So, she was alive? Perhaps she'd stepped down. Or was she old enough to retire into elder status? "Looks like she's still kicking," he pointed to Bumble... whatever it was now, with his nose.
"You really think to?" He contemplated it. He wasn't sure he'd label the leaders mean - perhaps he may be mean, too. He knew a lot of his clan mates and friends could be considered as much. Especially Flytail. "Ugh, here come the fish." He wrinkled his nose again. Gross.
[haha she can certainly try !! it'd be nice for Newt to have some friends that aren't super serious moody-butts like himself LOL]
✦Muddypaw✦ "I know nothin's gonna change my clothes, ever anymore!"
She/Her | Shadowclan Apprentice | Master Scout | Well Insulated
Brown pointed she with blue eyes and a patch of cream on her belly.
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The large, fluffy she was finally here!! After Moons upon Moons of not being able to go for whatever reason, she was here! Stars, she was so excited!!! The shadowclan Apprentice practically leapt into the clearing, looking around, breathing in the smells of the other clans.
She certainly wasn't the model shadowclan cat, that was for sure. Large paws clumsily passed over each other as she trotted, sometimes getting caught on one another before Muddypaw caught herself. Thought, she didn't seem to mind! Her whole self was all just filled with joy and whimsy, complete with a warm, welcoming grin on her face. Hm, now to look for somebody to talk to!
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✦Talonpaw✦ "I'll never lose, I'll never die."
She/Her | Shadowclan Apprentice | Ultimate Predator
A spotted, calico cat with a prominent Mohawk and small fangs.
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Talonpaw didn't especially want to be here... it was loud and stinky, the horrible smells of other clans that she had only gotten a whiff of at the borders seemed to barage her here... Stars, why did they smell so bad?! Couldn't they smell normal? Talonpaw hissed slightly, head held low as she stalked through the crowd. She didn't want to talk to anyone. If she did, the things that she would say would be bound to break the peace treaty eventually.
Talonpaw went and sat on the edge of the clearing, trying to keep herself away from anyone else, it was stupid, all of it was so very stupid, she hated it. Why did they have to be here? Why did they have to COOPERATE with other clans?! They were all stupid, stupid!
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Seapaw
he/they - 13 moons
Go with the flow, Mind Reader
Here. Once again. Why? He had no idea!! Nothing bad had happened last time, so they supposed they might as well do it, right? Other clans weren't all evil, because Slugpaw hadn't been. So there had to be some kind cats he could meet. The apprentice plodded along, green eyes scanning the place anxiously. Everyone was already here. Riverclan was last. Gulp. Time to... Make friends, he guessed. It couldn't be much different to making friends in RiverClan - and making friends in RiverClan was easy enough.
Right. Deep breath. They headed into the crowd, head up, tail alert. Despite alert appearances though, he was getting swept up in his thoughts. Reliving that time they were mean to Slugpaw, all those moons ago. How little they knew back then. How was Salamanderpaw? Where was she? Oh maybe he should have brought her along... But no, no, Salamanderpaw wouldn't want to make friends with other clans really... She might get mad at them again, and that wouldn't do anyone any good. Was it right though? To do this without their sister? Was it not almost mean to her?
Oh - oh no. A smell hit their nose, strong as anything. ShadowClan. They were right in the middle of ShadowClan. He'd simply been walking and thinking, not attentive to his surroundings at all, and now he was here. It's okay, it's okay! He couldn't judge a whole clan based on stereotypes... He wouldn't want other clans to judge RiverClan based on stereotypes, which he could only assume to be that they're troublemakers, after the past few moons. Seapaw certainly wasn't a troublemaker. He'd much rather be a peacemaker. Okay. He just needed to find some cats, or, a cat. Another apprentice would be nice, right? And there was one right near him, it seemed. A little fanged calico. Now those fangs really were cool. "Hi there!" They popped their head over, "Seems I've accidentally wandered into the ShadowClan crowd," he laughed sheepishly. "I'm Seapaw! It's nice to meet you."
• she/her • 17 moons • riverclan/apprentice • the collector —> this character may express themes of depression, grieving, ptsd, and self-hate
It’s been a while since she’s been to one of these. She may as well, she was starting to come out of her shell more anyways. Hopefully she spotted Raccs? She figured it’d be improper to approach Berrys. Instead, CrowPaw made her way through the crowd, sitting towards the back, but not fully, and peering towards the leaders. ThunderClan…changed.
Wasppaw split away from her siblings very quickly, half because she was still trying to shake her thoughts from darkness and didn't want them catching onto her recently odd and out of character behavior, and partially because she wanted to be on a sort of patrol. Gathering the public opinions of Thunderclan's recent rank change- And act as a defense should anything negative be heard about her family in rank. That's when her eyes spotted some other... warrior? Riverclan based on the scent and the perfect victim of pestering.
Wasppaw made her way over, her thin tail whipping once as she greeted the warrior with a toothy-unfriendly grin, her usual smirk one could say. "Hello there." She sat down, folding her tail over her front paws in a calculating fashion, as though trying to throw off the Riverclan cat at the get-go, or maybe just making fun. "Most people don't sit alone at gatherings, even cats from Shadowclan- so what's up with you, huh?" Her smirk grew, pupils slit.
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.
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- Ploversnap -
She/ Her / 38 moons / Riverclan warrior Purrks: N/A
She would just hope for the other clans to finally promise peace to Riverclan, but it still remains a mystery that must be unfold in a matter of time. The Riverclan warrior splits and leads her own way from the crowd of her clanmates and looks around for possibly anyone to merrily start a conversation with. But with whom? Shadowclan cats are a bit of a risk due to obvious controversies from earlier, the relations with Thunderclan is also too tense to get along. Windclan? At least Windclan would be worth a try.
Daring, seafoam eyes analyze around the crowd of cats from all clans, and paused with a short, unnoticed stare at a Windclan warrior, who sits around in such dreadful solitude that she herself couldn’t hold a tear against… Okay, maybe it isn’t that dreadful at all, and Whiterabbit doesn’t mind the lonesomeness either as she’s fairly not that distant from the crowd. And why would she overreact over that irrelevant scenario? She lets out a teasing puff. No wonder, she was a bit of a joker back in her days, and her comedic self surely didn’t fade after all these moons.
She trots over to the Windclan warrior with a huge grin and sits near her without even thinking of asking for permission. Of course, she knows what she is currently doing – unless the high ranks would come and scold her over her “taunting” demeanor. She simply loves her personality. “Sooo….” Ploversnap starts off. “…Are you excited for the gathering?”
Sigh... she'd tried to gently persuade Owlstar not to come to this Gathering, but of course, the stubborn leader would never had listened unless she'd been physically unable to walk. Berryshine had confined her to the medicine den as best as she could, wanting to be sure that she took all the rest she needed and didn't exacerbate those pesky injuries. And by pesky, she meant life-threatening; she'd almost witnessed her leader die at the paws of an otter. Had Berry not gone to the river that day, who's to say that she wouldn't have succumbed to the injuries right there?
Oh, and it was only worse when Sunheart had taken his... fall. She was still reeling from that, too. The small brown molly inhaled shakily, eyes narrowed in thought. She'd nearly lost both of her friends and high ranks in the span of a quarter moon... her little heart wasn't sure she could take it. But thank StarClan they'd only been close calls, and not death tolls. She couldn't imagine being on her own again, not when RiverClan had been doing so well these past few moons. And she'd essentially considered both Owl and Sun to be like family by now... at least he'd heeded her directions to stay home, given that he physically couldn't walk at the moment.
The train of thought was interrupted when she felt a nudge; glancing up, green eyes met the one-eyed stare of her leader, who was giving her a chummy smile. Berryshine sighed, trying to relax and return it with a watery smile of her own; there was no use hiding the worry that shone in her gaze, but she knew Owlstar wouldn't turn back now. Berry was just dreading watching her clamber up those Seastones. "...Be careful, o-okay?" She murmured softly, just a whisper in the warm breeze as Owlstar pulled on ahead.
The medic had hung back just long enough to make sure her leader made it safely up the Stones. A wave of visible relief went through her, though there were plenty of internal winces and sympathy cringes mixed in there. But as she'd taken her time, Berry paused; there were... new cats up here. Several, actually. Since RiverClan was last, she saw that ThunderClan had an entirely new set of high ranks. Bumblestar was gone... was she dead? Wait, no, Berry could spy her in the crowd... retirement didn't seem like the feisty cat's nature, but there was probably a whole tale to be told there.
After helping them out with the otters, and Bumblestar stepping down... did this mean RiverClan's problems with ThunderClan were over, for the time being? Gosh, Cobs... if only you could see this!
Naturally, her gaze then turned to the perch where she belonged as she approached. Wait... what happened to Wolfhawk? Dismay bubbled in Berryshine's chest; she'd formed a tentative friendship of sorts with the medicine cat, and he was one of the few she didn't have to fear every moon. Was he here...? And these two, his replacements... what would they be like?
Hopefully, not another terrifying presence like Sleepysunrise, who was... also here. Gathering her courage and wriggling her haunches, the small brown molly took in a deep breath before bounding nimbly up the Stones.
She was the last to arrive, so all formal greetings were to be made. Clearing her throat awkwardly, the she-cat tried to stand up straight with her unassuming form, managing a nervous smile. "O-Oh, ah... h-hello, Lightningstorm. I hope a-all is well," she greeted firstly, meeting the WindClan medic's eyes. The calico never struck her as a red flag, and was actually quite friendly. Then her gaze slipped over the other two Clans, and... well, Sleepysunrise was here, of course. But Silentpaw wasn't. Instead, this golden tom was practically latched onto her, one whose pelt reminded her of Sunheart's.
"O-Oh, um... i-i-is this your... n-new apprentice?" Her voice shook more than usual when addressing Sleepy, and her eyes were fixed on the rocks below her instead of the black-and-white she-cat. To give her credit, Berry was trying her best; it was a miracle she'd even tried talking to the fellow small she-cat. It was tense, and awkward, but... still an attempt, on the road to internally healing from her pain. Berryshine was never one to hold grudges or hate, even if Sleepy's soulless stare was forever seared into her mind as nightmare fuel.
Speaking of soulless stares, there was a warrior in the crowd whose gaze was prickling her pelt. She wasn't on the Stones, but her face was fixed right on the medicine cats as if intently assessing every one. Berryshine had a strange sixth sense that turned her head, and she had to blink a few times to register the resemblance. It was a brown she-cat looked almost scarily like Berry, with just a slightly lighter pelt, branch-like markings and spots, and... soulless green eyes.
She gave a start. It was like looking at a distorted reflection of herself in a rippling river.
Realizing she'd lapsed into a bit of an unnerved silence (why did this one's eyes remind her a bit of Sleepysunrise's...? Oh, StarClan, please don't tell me there's two of them—), Berryshine cleared her throat again, trying to cover up her brief falter. It is rude to assume! And besides, that one wasn't on the Seastones, even if Berry could still feel those piercing eyes boring into her pelt like a brand.
Her attention was instead diverted to the new ThunderClan medicine cat. One that was brown-and-cream, with a rather elegant air about her that surprise Berryshine at first. It was almost... intimidating, how regal she looked. Maybe because she was just really pretty, or carried herself well.
"A-Ah, um... h-hello. I'm Berryshine, of... o-of RiverClan..." Why did she say that? Of course they knew what Clan she was! Another small, slightly awkward cough. So much for first impressions. "Y-You, uh, must be ThunderClan's new... medicine cat. I-It's a pleasure to m-meet you. And, um... W-Wolfhawk, is he...?" Okay? Dead? Hurt? Retired? No good words could follow that, so she just trailed off and averted her gaze for a moment. The question was borne out of a genuine-seeming concern that was clear in her expression, though her shuffling paws and twitching tail probably made her look like an anxious apprentice on their first day of training — she didn't want to overstep during first impressions, after all.
There's an immense amount of quiet courage in doing what you once thought you'd never do again; too shackled by fear and uncertainty and an intense desire to just... not find out what might happen next. That boundary, Larkwing had thought, was firmly in place, rooted in the ground and as unmovable as the ocean is infinite. Apparently she'd been wrong.
Moons ago, before their kits were born, Larkwing had told Fishfreckle she didn't think she'd ever go to a gathering again. And, at the time, that had truly been what she believed to be true. But, the truth remains that she simply doesn't trust the other Clans around her kids - ThunderClan especially, though the other two don't hold much merit in her mind either.
At present, she's escorting Faithpaw, sticking close to her pale furred daughter, enough so that their pelts might brush up against each other and Faith won't get lost in the already huge crowd. Larkwing is buzzing. Not from excitement, but from anxiety. How many cats here recognize her? How many has she last met in violence and bloodshed? She makes an active effort not to look too closely at the cats on the high rank stones - she doesn't see Bumblestar, in her place is- she doesn't know the tom's name. She swallows. Most of her anxiety had centered on the ThunderClan leader, and she doesn't see her here. (If Bumblebreak was any taller, maybe Larkwing would have spotted her, unfortunately she's a tiny cat and surrounded by several bigger and bulkier cats.)
"Do you want to stick close to RiverClan? Or chat with the apprentices from the other Clans?" Larkwing asks, keeping her voice light and free of the anxiety she feels even as she glances around anxiously, her torn ear flicking in mirror of her nerves. She hates gatherings.
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Fluffy albino she-cat with pale blind eyes and a jagged scar across both her eyes
She/Her | 6 Moons | + Every 28th | RiverClan Apprentice | The Gentle Hoper
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Her first Gathering. It was worse than she'd expected. Too many sounds, too many scents, and too crowded. Judging by the slight tension she can sense in Larkwing, Faithpaw can only imagine she feels the same. She keeps her head down for most of the walk, forcing herself to... Well, not be drawn to some other scent. At Larkwing's question, the pale kitten lifts her head.
"W-w-..with you... M-mama." She stutters out, pressing closer to the tortoiseshell feline. It was scary out here. So many scents she didn't recognise, which meant DANGER in all caps, bolded and in red.
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the last two gatherings, vinepaw had avoided the gathering. though it pained her to admit, she was scared of them beforehand, for gatherings happened to be where cats of all clans interacted. she was cautious of starting conversations as always, but particularly so right now. friendships from within riverclan was one thing, but friendships with outsider was a borderline crime. vinepaw sat as far as she could from any other cat.
as she had not ever talked to an outsider- in their outsider state- she did not recognize many people here. of course, she knew the high ranks and recognized her clanmates. for example, salamanderpaw, who seemed to be trying to bring attention to her ear for an unknown reason.
she understood the importance of gatherings, though. it was a system to warn riverclan of the other clans growing hostile, or threats such as the otters. some cats would also claim it kept peace, but giving arguments a time to form would not help with that, in her opinion. she would not particularly enjoy the gathering, but it was necessary. she quietly sighed in disappointment, hoping no one noticed. she refused to be perceived as whiny.
vinepaw decided it was best to pay attention now. it took but a glance to notice something was different. the normal thunderclan leader had been replaced. though she tried to brush it off, her curiosity bit at her. silence. it is unimportant to you. she told herself.
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
