Bumblestar gave a huff of wry amusement. That was holding truer and truer ever moon. "Unfortunate that most of 'em seem to be idiots," she grunted. "It'd be so much easier to get things done if they just listened."
There was Twilightstar, on time as usual. It was odd that the fish leader wasn't here, to be honest, but also a huge relief. No one to whine in her ear about how overbearing or unfair she was being, or how they'd done nothing wrong. They'd finally gotten their justice. She just hoped it would stick once they eventually came back.
Of course, if they decided to stay gone forever, that would be just fine by her. More sources for prey and herbs, more land to make use of - she could only see positives from this.
Her ear turned sideways at the conversation between the other two leaders. Some sort of attack between the two, but it wasn't her problem, so she didn't really have the energy to care. The description offered up caught her attention instead. "Doesn't ring a bell," she said with a shrug after a moment of thought. "Why? Somethin' happen?" Stars help her, if the younger cats were deciding to cause issues now...
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.
Cinderpaw
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9 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
It had been Cinderpaw’s expectation that no one would speak to her - she didn’t attend the battle against RiverClan, so there was no companionship she felt towards those in the other Clans, they all had a history of bad blood with each other, a history of wrongdoings and of violence, one battle together wouldn’t change that regardless of if Cinder had personally attended or not. Still, when the apprentice who carried the scent of oak trees and squirrels sat next to her and said hello, part if the tripod was curious.
The two of them could never be friends, that simply wasn’t in the cards for Cinderpaw, who even felt awkward already with such a small interaction. Would it be seen as disloyalty to her clan if she had a conversation with the ThunderClan apprentice? And, more than that, would they even be able to communicate? The way Cinder uses sign language is… unconventional to say the least of it - she was never taught a universal language, she simply made up signs for herself as well as watched what other cats did with their paws, ears, whiskers and tails when they spoke. If there was someone in ShadowClan who knew how to properly communicate nonverbally they had never reached out and Cinder was never made aware of them.
”Hello,” she signs back anyway with a small wave of her tail and a slight smile. Is this progress? She isn’t sure.
| Lightningstorm | 20 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
The lithe calico walked behind most of her clanmates, white pelt gleaming in the moonlight as she stared around in veiled wonder. She knew she'd been here before. Enough that the place itself was familiar. The ritual scratching at the back of her mind with knowledge hiding in the darkest recesses of her mind. But having had a vague idea of the matter and living through it was a separate thing altogether, and the amount of cats before her was simply staggering. Still, she'd been living for moons now masking her expressions well enough. The cheeky, smug grin that had grown synonymous with her plastered over her face as the stared up the rocks, finding the spot were the leaders sat talking in amicable enough manner before almond shaped eyes settled on three cats already gathered where she was meant to sit.
Two she recognized instantly. The ThunderClan medicine cat - or rather one of them - Springlight alongside the ShadowClan healer, Mossfreckle. The third... however... That wasn't Drizzlecloud. Not even remotely similar. So who was this tom? Younger than her for certain, albeit perhaps not by as much as most other apprentices, not having seen two full seasonal cycles herself. Nose wrinkling with curiosity, dark socked paws crossed the sandy shores, her toes wiggling at the different feel of the sand when compared to the moor's almost dry, barren ground. She was a feline on a mission, however, and had no time to waste being amused by the composition of the soil - or lack thereof - instead keeping to her task, leaping with ease as she took her place with the trio.
"Evening, loves," the herbalist purred, announcing her arrival as she sat, long tail curling around her paws. "Now, I know what you lot are thinking! It's been far too long since you've gazed upon this beauty of a face, and that should simply not be allowed. As penance, I shall try and hold my tongue for tonight and let you lovelies take the stage. Least I can do to appease your pretty little mugs, innit?"
A teasing wink accompanying her words, the molly pokes her tongue out as a small purr escapes her. As if to drive the point further, she lifts a paw and begins grooming between her toes, grains of sand making their home there. Alright. Note to self. Sand may be fun, but it gets everywhere. She could almost swear she had some stuck to her ear by now. Stars alive, she would need to roll around in the moss when she got back home just to clear up her pelt. Thank the stars she had short fur. Couldn't imagine the nightmare it would be to have to deal with these devilish grains on a longer pelt. Right bloody tiff she would throw at that, she would.
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.
Gatherings were just meetings. But bigger. Waaaaaaaaay bigger. Like a copy-cat version just blown up to a much larger size so it sounded and looked cool. Kestrelpaw had called it. And it was like, sooo not cool. So that was totally the reason Kestrelpaw usually missed Gatherings. Not cuz she was lazy, nope. Inching her way onto Seastones, the rattlesnake-patterned apprentice sidled up to the closest cat - and then wrinkled her nose in absolute distaste.
"You're not a ThunderClan cat!" She gaped, as if this was the biggest shock of her life. "You smell horrible, by the way."
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Male | 11 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Mentor: Bristle’Thorn | Posts: 13/100
sleek, small black tom with sapphire eyes and long scar on his side
Purrks: Flock Together T1 [ACTIVE]
Interaction For: @Honey Bee
He hesitated as a cat unexpectedly approached him, especially from a different clan—especially WindClan. It was assumed his parents, or at least one, was from that clan, and he was abandoned by them. His ear flicked back slightly but he tried to keep the mistrust off his face, offering a small, somewhat forced smile.
“I’m SpiderPaw…uh- how about you?” He questioned, calming himself. It’s fine. It’s just a cat. But then again his mentor told him to not trust any of ‘em.
| Snowybreeze | 28 Moons - WindClan Warrior
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
Massive paws padded through the gathered cats, oversensitive nose already twitching and complaining as a small sneeze escaped the wooly creature. Snowybreeze flinched momentarily, both eyes closed in fear before he dared open one shyly, making certain his thunderous roar of a sneeze - in his very personal opinion - had not rudely interrupted any sort of conversations. Gratefully, it seemed as if the warrior had not caused any sort of chaos merely by existing, and his frail nerves calmed themselves some as he continued to wade through the crowd. The gentle giant had never been one for these gatherings. His nose always seemed to want to crumble on itself in them. Being exposed to quite so many scents was always the death of it. It was hard to explain. Like an incessant screeching that only his nose could hear. And he hated it.
He wasn't trying, of course. To be quite so... himself. In fact, that was why he was here! He had no idea where she had disappeared to. Goldenfox. But he had taken her words to heart. When she had suggested he was... distant. Aloof, almost. And. By golly. He never wanted to come across as that. He was distant, yes, but only because he never wanted to bother anyone by daring to stand too close to them. Stars knew he was no one special or important to demand anyone's time. It was far too precious a think to rob them.
So, in his quest for showing support to his clan in as quiet and unobtrusive a way as possible, Snowybreeze had settled on only one viable solution. To try and stand in the shadows wherever his clan went. Be invisible, yes. Not get in the way. But... be there for them. In case something went wrong. In case someone felt so lonely even his miserable existence could cheer them up. He owed it to the clan that put up with him, even after he'd crumbled away into nothing for moons after his beloved had ceased to walk besides him.
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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
Doeflame
Oof, a permanent limp. That must be annoying. Doeflame figured it was a bit like having a leg injury; not being able to run and stuff. After the battle with the minks she'd had a limp for a day, and she knew how bothersome it was. Having one for the rest of your life must really suck.
When the ThunderClan tom asked her if she had been in the raid, Doeflame nodded and twisted to show him the gnarly scars on her belly. "Yep. Got these. I had this fish under me, but she clawed my stomach and threw me off. Slippery little minnow." A huff. "I scratched her face, though. Hope she got a scar."
"Anyway, you haven't told me your name. And if you don't tell me now I'm going to assume it's Mouseheart and call you such." A teasing glint shone in her amber eyes, a grin stretching across her face. Part of her hoped the tom wouldn't tell her just so she could call him that for the rest of the gathering. And whenever she saw him again.
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Re: July Gathering
Honeypaw
9 Moons
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Purrks: Flock Together T2
She nodded. "Still gross though! What do you think the leaders are gonna talk about?" They hadn't really started yet, even though WindClan was the last to arrive. Did that always happen? She couldn't remember who was last the previous gathering she went to. The events involving RiverClan's actions had taken precedence in her memory.
♧SpiderPaw♧
Male | 11 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Mentor: Bristle’Thorn | Posts: 13/100
sleek, small black tom with sapphire eyes and long scar on his side
Purrks: Flock Together T1 [ACTIVE]
Interaction For: @Honey Bee
He hesitated as a cat unexpectedly approached him, especially from a different clan—especially WindClan. It was assumed his parents, or at least one, was from that clan, and he was abandoned by them. His ear flicked back slightly but he tried to keep the mistrust off his face, offering a small, somewhat forced smile.
“I’m SpiderPaw…uh- how about you?” He questioned, calming himself. It’s fine. It’s just a cat. But then again his mentor told him to not trust any of ‘em.
Im Crowfade. She mewed wondering why he looked so nervous Maybe its cause I’m so big imma probably have to sit down. she lowered herself hoping it made her less threatening. How is your training going? Crow asked hoping to initiate friendly conversation.
WHY was he always here? Deadmoon had had quite enough of Shrewstep making his presence obtusely known to her since his return? Gaining of some sort of prominence withing Shadowclan, or simply being back, had clearly turned him into a raging narcissist who not only liked to rub her shortcomings in her face but was very able to do so. The only dirt she had on HIM was that he was short and had failed as a relative. And after the events of the past moon......she could hardly say she was doing much better.
That was a good chunk of the reason she was here, to fill her head with something other than the incessant buzzing it had obtained since Wolffang's death. Since Rosebriar had killed him. She was sure it had been her sister who had done it, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She couldn't tear her way into the stars and yell at her or fight her, she'd probably loose anyway. But it was also so horrid to accept the helplessness of the whole situation. It was no one's fault but Rosebriar's, she couldn't have done anything. It wasn't even Twistedpaw who was to blame, as much as she wanted to scream at the young she-cat for living while Wolffang died. Like the idiot he was, Wolffang had told her to run. She really couldn't blame her. Logically.
Smacking herself inelegantly upside the head to get the bees in her brain to SHUT UP, Deadmoon waited until Shrewstep was looking the other way before waltzing to the edges of the crowd. She didn't particularly want to run into anyone of consequence tonight, she was probably incapable of putting up a front. Emotions were like alcohol, if cats could drink, loosening her tongue on every other subject so there was no need to think of what saddened her.
There was a victim to distract her! He looked young, and not particularly excited to be there. She could empathize, she'd been that cat once. But she wasn't particularly looking to empathize. Deadmoon was more along the lines of looking for a fight than a friend. Not a physical one, she'd get destroyed and she didn't want a tongue lashing from every cat in the gathering, but a nice little spat under the cover of all that chatter would hurt no one. She'd never see this Thunderclan tom again, except on the battle field, and no one in Windclan would be any the wiser.
What're you up to over here? she grunted, taking a seat and ignoring the fact that she was barging into his space quite rudely. If I didn't know better I'd say you're a tree stump rather than a cat, but you're breathing. So spill. It wasn't a friendly greeting, far from it. If the Thunderclanner was anything like her he'd rise to the bait immediately, though he might be of a cooler temper. If so, all the better. It could be a project to find out what would make him snap, an even better distraction than a simple war of words. @Alchemist Kitsune (Sprucejumper)
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