Gatherings. How exciting. It was always routine for Mudslide to attend them even if she had no interest in socializing. Knowing the social stance and news of other clans was to her interest enough that she went every moon. Also the chance of seeing her sister in a crowd of thousands was also a thought. Her sisters face was abstract and nebulous in her mind, but Mudslide always imagined her to be about her size with a similar pelt color. Though, everytime she attended, she didn't find anycat, not one of importance. At first, it was heartbreaking, then a minor inconvenience, then expected. Tonight would be no different. Riverclan had been driven out and whenever they come back to the forest, or even another gathering, that would probably take up her entire lifespan. She'd find her soon enough. They didn't even have to be the best of friends like they used to be, Mudslide just wanted, no, craved the closure of one simple yet huge thing going right in her life. She just wanted to get one last "haha!" At her upbringing, tell everycat she knew that life wasn't a complete waste of time and then she could finally move on, get her mind from yearning for her sister like she had for moons. She'd still love her of course, that's why she wanted to find her. Yet, the nagging was getting painful, borderline depressing, and Mudslide couldn't get any work done if she sat in her den whining and crying all day.
As Mudslide leaped over some jagged rocks she was quickly reminded of the irritation in her paws once she landed, not prepared for the sharp sting that came with the impact. The lean warrior swallowed a yowl, her ears pinning back as sand slid beneath her unsheathed claws. She fell in a heap, her paws still screaming in protest as if they were little birds that just got their necks snapped in half. Pain pain pain, deep physical pain rooted into her paws and weaved across her skin. It probably looked silly to see her make such a clumsy entrance whilst maintaining a deadpan facial expression. If a few apprentices began roaring with laughter, Mudslide wouldn't even be mad. If she were them, heck, when she was an apprentice, she would've been laughing right with them.
Hope nocat saw that. Not like it mattered, Dawnstar won't kill me for tripping over your own paws... But I'm sure the option's not above her. Desperate to regain her footing, the warrior slowly sat up and her large oriental ears were met with the clam lapping waves of Seastones. Mudslide looked at her surroundings with slightly intrigued blue eyes. She shook the sand out of her pelt and finally eased enough of her pain to start walking again. Yes, it still hurt, but honestly? Nothing hurt more than mental turmoil, so yeah, she was actually doing fine.
Hm, so Thunderclan was the option of socialization? Pass. Major pass. No way was she about to talk to those tree huggers. It's not like she talked much anyways. Icy blue caught on what smelt of a Thunderclan warrior. What were they doing? Mudslide narrowed her eyes as her paws twitched towards the cat (Mind Reader). They looked tired and dejected, as though a something absolutely horrible happened to them. Something about the way they held themselves was familiar. It reminded Mudslide of herself, specifically when she first joined Shadowclan. She had kept her head down, always moping, always daydreaming. She nearly didn't become an apprentice since she was so stressed out about her sister.
Okay.... Change of plans. Mudslide lightly trotted up to the cat, her nose suddenly overwhelmed by the fresh scent of Thunderclan. It was more than odd... She'd only been so close to a cat of another clan when in the heat of battle. She curled her long and thick tail around her paws, looking the Thunderclan warrior up and down. Hm. And she kept her maw clamped shut. Just because she was sitting here didn't mean she was going to talk. She just pitied them and their familiar expression.
Snakefang continued to look down, filled with this unfamiliar feeling. She knew her brother would not be very happy with her when RiverClan returned, sure Snakefang was the one that knew about Reedclaw's affair. Her father was a RiverClan cat, her brother was a RiverClan cat, and she helped to drive RiverClan out! Now her father was most likely dead and her brother was somewhere unknown with the rest of RiverClan, or at least she hoped he was still alive, but the truth is she had no way of knowing. If he came back, he probably wouldn’t be very happy with her. Snakefang never knew this feeling until now, she always thought to be lonely you had to be alone. But now she was lonely in a place filled with other cats, because the cat she was missing wasn’t here.
That's when a strange scent filled her nose. Strange as in unusual, not unfamiliar. In fact it was a scent she recognised quite well…ShadowClan? Because Snakefang was used to an overwhelming scent of RiverClan when she went to these gatherings, the ShadowClan scent surprised her a little. But indeed, a young ShadowClan warrior came to sit not very far from her. They didn't say anything, but not being completely alone and ignored did give Snakefang some comfort. Raising her head a little bit, Snakefang give a small smile to this cat, if they didn't want to talk, she wouldn't make them. Snakefang hardly talked to cats she was unfamiliar with anyway, she lowered her head again after the small gesture, wondering if her brother was safe out there. Wondering if she’d ever see her father again.
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Dark paws carried Sprucejumper silently across the gathered star worshipers, deadpanned gaze judgmental as he stared blankly at the lot of them. He'd been spared of having to come to these... meetings after that one time the monster brought that... that... mockery of sense and reason. But... it was good to come around every so often. Keep an eye out on things. Make sure that there wasn't the prospect of war at their doorstep. If one believed Angry, war was a possibility at every uttered word. But then, this was a cat who killed her own for daring to breath next to her, so it was best to take whatever she said with a healthy dose of skepticism as far as he was aware.
Emerald hues suddenly landing on a familiar, large brown shape, the former kittypet found himself internally bristling. It seemed The Boulder had come along, this time accompanied by both Chatty and whoever that worthless sack of nerves besides him was. Tiny. That's what she was. Chatty the Usurper and Tiny the Despot. Hmph. Figured there would be two. It would be impossible to replace him as the obviously superior son with a singular cat like Chatty.
Anger coaxing a lash of his tail, the tom took a deep breath, his blank expression never changing despite his inner turmoil. He knew that in reality The Boulder owed nothing to him. In actuality it had been a mistake to become so fond of the giant. Friendship. Familiarity. They were all signs of weakness. Useless distractions in the quest for survival. And yet even at the very clear evidence presented here... how impossible to deny it was that his feelings were not reciprocated to the same degree, he found himself hurt. A comical result, really, considering the reality he had learned to cope with before Mudhound's presence changed his life for the better.
Surly emotions swirling within, Sprucejumper sat by the edge of the gathering cats, unwilling to interact with anyone present. There was no point in it, anyways. The cats here were either ThunderClanners he ignored - and was blissfully ignored by - on the regular or enemies. He was here for the news. Not for more relationships pointlessly tying him down and weakening his resolve. Survival was all that mattered. End of story.
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She has a semi-closed den policy.
Her third gathering. As Mallowpaw padded into Seastones, her gaze was drawn to the place Redhawk's paw had been crushed during the last one she had attended. She remembered the rock, wrapped in leafless ivy, flying towards her and Crowpaw. She remembered the chaos that had ensued; Redhawk's pained yowl, cats trying to lift the boulder off her, shock and panic washing through the crowd like a tidal wave.
Mallowpaw's gaze travelled towards the smooth stone the leaders sat on. Three were already there; all of them, now that RiverClan was gone. The sight wasn't strange in the slightest; RiverClan hadn't attended any gathering she had been to. She wouldn't be able to recognise any of their cats, nor their scent- not for sure, anyway; Mallowpaw assumed they smelled like the fish they were nicknamed.
Weaving through the crowd, Mallowpaw took a seat next to a small black tabby that smelled like ShadowClan. As she settled herself beside her, Mallowpaw's eyes caught on her back right leg- or what was left of it. It was just a stump, capped with a scar. It must have been amputated. Like Mudhound's and Wolfpaw's and Silverpaw's and Daylightwing's. It was surprising how many tripods she could name just in ThunderClan.
Forcing her eyes from the stump, Mallowpaw gave the apprentice a small smile. "Hi," she mewed politely. If the apprentice wanted to socialise, she would engage, but if she didn't Mallowpaw didn't mind. She had survived moons alone, not talking except when a cat occasionally took her out to train. She would survive a gathering. Even if something deep inside was desperate for the social interaction she had been starved of.
It felt weird passing through RiverClan's territory now that they were gone. RiverClan's scent was stale, not invading her nostrils like it usually did. It made the trip more enjoyable, though; she could appreciate the marsh-like territory without having to deal with the reek of the fish.
They entered Seastones, and Doeflame looked for a cat to talk to. Eyes landing on a brown tabby and white tom (hey, his pelt looked kind of like hers, cool), she navigated the crowd to plop down next to him. "Hey," she said. "I'm Doeflame. What's your name?" Noticing fresh scars, she added, "got those from the raid?"
[Risingstorm| thunderclan warrior|Purrks: just a scratch-Beefed up 3-shadow fiend ]
rising was sitting his mind going places as his thoughts buzzed in his head as memories repeated till his attention was drawn someplace else a warrior that smelled of shadowclan
og great shadowclan rising could care less for shadowclan but best not to make a fuss over one cat plus they seemed nice enough he took a breath and put a smile on his face "uhh yeah I did a river clan warrior got my leg badly got a limp but its not to bad I can still do most stuff...and my ear got a bigger rip" he said gesturing to his heavily scarred leg as he flicked the ear with a triangular dent he looked over the cat "were you in the raid?" he asked he didn't know if she was or not
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Honeypaw
9 Moons
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Purrks: Flock Together T2
Honeypaw heard a voice. She knew they were from WindClan, but she hadn't interacted with them much. She tried to skim through all of the names of cats she had ever met and decided, after a little while, on this cat's name. "Oh, hi Nightshade! Isn't it weird without RiverClan here? I mean I've only been to one other gathering but I couldn't miss that weird fishy smell!" Honeypaw spoke openly about RiverClan, considering they weren't here and it seemed like the entire forest was against them after what they had done. Honeypaw had spoken her clanmate's head off but seemed oblivious to that fact.
Initially, Midnightpaw could only hum in quiet agreement with the younger apprentice. Energetic little molly, that was for sure–she had a colourful personality. An entertainingly colourful personality.
“Simple, yes,” Midnightpaw began to agree before she lifted her tail pointedly into the air, her tail-tip twitching to point at Magpiepaw. “That is until some brainless idiots go ahead and play with the peace that we've tried to set in place. There's always a few rowdy, careless few…”
Was she a pessimist? No, she preferred to think of herself as a realist. There were always going to be issues and problems aplenty, especially when some cats had problems with authority. While to some it may seem simple and quite easy to stay in line, to follow the rules and do as told, not everyone followed that same ideal. “A fight would be interesting as long as none of our own clanmates get involved.”
Too serious, maybe? A creature of habit, she was. Magpiepaw was trying to spark playful conversation, one of which Midnightpaw didn't usually entertain, unfortunately. She could try, though. “Every time I come to a gathering, something happens. It's either something scary or point blank overwhelming. Usually, after I attend one, I skip at least two or before I even think about coming to another.”
"Yeah," Magpiepaw agreeded with a brisk nod of her head. "But that sure won't stop me or anycat else from dragging there tails right back to camp. I know I'd be the first to volunteer, that's for sure." While Magpiepaw herself didn't mind chaos and thought that disorder was quite fun, she had a natural respect for leaders. Ahem, her leader. So, it anycat decided to make a fool out of themselves, Magpiepaw would be the first to strike them right between their ears, maybe even break a few bones.
Ughhhh, but she didn't even know HOW to fight! It was so dumb, so unbelievably stupid. Good things don't come to those who wait, they come to those who would tear the world apart trying to make their clan a better place. Just sitting around doesn't do anything, taking action does. If that horrible moral were true, then Riverclan would've never been dragged out of the forest like they should've been. Good thing rules were meant to be broken, or dumb morals in this case.
"Or, we could throw the dead weight to the wolves. I'm sure somecat has been causing trouble at borders and killin' cats. Don't know who, but I'd LOVE to see THEM get absolutely obliterated in a fight. I only think it'd be fair." Magpiepaw casually shrugged her shoulders as her caramel brown eyes danced between the gathered leaders and her own paws.
Oh, Midnightpaw didn't like gatherings? "What? The drama's to much for you?"
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Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrks: Mind reader(permanently active) amd Shadow fiend(inactive)
So the dreaded event had come around again this moon. Quietpaw wondered how such a get together could be continued for so many moons without being immediately cancelled by the chaos that would ensue. Well, the clans were a strange place, full of foolish cats. Bo use having a fit over it, though. It wasn't like anything would actually change, afterall. Such a pity that.
Gliding across the sandy clearing, the paw held herself with every bit of dignity possible. She wasn't one to flaunt but she wasn't one to hide, either. She'd have to act as regal as she always was, especially around strangers. Ugh, how the stench of them disgusted her. Seating herself on a smooth stone, Quietpaw stared on with a cold gaze and head held high. Looking out upon the masses of cats crowding the clearing. She had no intention of joining such ignorant chatter.
Gracklepaw
13 moons || ShadowClan Apprentice; Former Loner || 72/100
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Gracklepaw was used to Gatherings by now. They were quite enjoyable. He liked socializing with the other Clans, and hearing the gossip. It reminded him of an old friend of his, a stray who was fond of hearing gossip and the like. He couldn't remember her name now. Had it been that long? Must've been. He was still so young back then, before ShadowClan. It was hard to think he'd been here for so many moons already, atleast it felt like a lot.
He trailed behind the rest of his Clanmates. Even if this wasn't as whimsical of a journey anymore, Gracklepaw hadn't lost his spark yet. He watched the waves and the ocean. There was barely any pink left in the sky, it had faded into lilac and blue and then navy. Stars littered the clear sky. Not a single cloud to cover things up. A beautiful sight. The beach at night.
The dark tom finally found his way to the Seasoned where the rest of the Clans were gathered and took a seat. He pondered over what news might be shared tonight. Oh well. Didn't matter at the moment. Hopefully he'd make some new friends, or acquaintances. Maybe, maybe not. He'd have to wait and see. It seemed as if most of the other apprentices had already gathered into groups, and indecisive as he was he decided not to join any. He didn't want to join a conversation. Somebody would find him. Hopefully.
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[open - come bother grack!!]
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