Ravenpaw twitched anxiously as Fadingstar's addressed the clan. She was excited but also nervous, this was her first Gathering after all! And so much has happened! But she nodded in acknowledgement, she would of course be careful around the cats from other clans. She hadn't met any of them yet, so she wasn't entirely she trusted them anyway.
Her eyes found Riftpaw and Brokenstream her idol. Whiskers twitching excitedly, she bounded over. "Heya!" She mewed cheerily as she approached the two. Eyes trained on Brokenstream, though she glanced at Riftpaw and nodded at him in greeting as well. "I'm not sure if I'm more excited or nervous!" She admitted. "It's my first Gathering, but it feels like there's so much pressure and tension too!" Despite her words, her body language definitely conveyed more excitement than anything else.
[@TanghuluCat - Riftpaw and Brokenstream - you can decide if Rift is going to interact with her instead lol! ]
The bengal tom turned his head and purred a a greeting as the young apprentice approached him, taking note of Riftpaw sitting nearby as well. Two young cats he had taken under his wing, and this was both of their first gatherings. It must be quite nervewracking. As Ravenpaw spoke, Brokenstream patted the ground next to him with his tail, signaling for the pair to sit beside him. "That's normal." He replied with an amused twitched of his whiskers. "The gatherings are...they will become more fun with times, but for now, I would recommend keeping your distance from the other Clans." He suggested, eyes flickering darkly for a moment before returning to their friendly demeanor. He could tell the she-cat was excited and he didn't want to ruin her fun. "But on the other paw...it's not a bad thing to get to know your enemies," The Lionheart conceded. "Have you spoke to any of the other apprentices? I remember swapping all sorts of funny stories and the like as a 'paw." He reminisced.
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Riftpaw obeyed Brokenstream's signal and plopped down next to the older tom, gaze turning slowly as Ravenpaw approached. "You again?" He asked, icy blue eyes fixed on his fellow denmate. The question, though would normally seem to be, held no malice and seemed to be just that. A question. He listened as she spoke about nerves and excitement while he held the same sentiment. However, he didn't feel as though he had to agree outwardly. "We're safe." He said with a flick of his tail, clearly thinking he had comforted the she-cat before turning his gaze away.
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Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Lionheart | Moons: 22 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”
TW: This character’s posts often exhibits triggers such as depression, suicidal tendencies/idealation, anxiety, and self loathing
Seabreeze flicked an ear as his blue eyes shifted from group to group, all of the Riverclan cats attending having being grouped up depending on where they were in the traveling group, for efficiency. It helped him keep track of things without getting overwhelmed from constant searching and looking. Tonight will be busy. Everytime they manage to attend a gathering something else always manages to happen. War declarations, murder reveals. It was a crazy world out there, and Riverclan seemed to make their world a stage. They were the first, so at least they didn’t have to deal with staring and whispers right out the gate.
The lionheart didn’t settle immediately, rather he took to slowly and casually walking through the mingling cats. No trouble with any sort of in fighting type deal yet and no cats with a proper head on their shoulders would think about discussing confidential information correct? Yes. After the trial, and the remainder of the fog incident, and then the warning before coming into the seastones proper. But what did Riverclan know about being sensible? It was their whimsy that they should’ve been named after, not their skill. His eyes flashed, catching on the moonlight as he tilted his head towards the main entrance down into the seastones. The next clan has arrived and it just had to be the squirrels.
Well actually. He would’ve said that about any clan that walked in next, huh? They all massacred him. He supposed that even Thunderclan’s ire towards them was outshined by Windclan’s hatred. Surprising. Who would’ve seen that coming. He leveled his eyes on the group as they moved into the area. Immediately, more socializing began, and so far nothing crazy has happened yet. But he couldn’t see everything. The lionheart sighed and finally decided to step towards the far back of the gathering, to settle down in the shadows of the rocks to silently watch the happenings for conflict or just for news, perhaps both, he’ll have to wait and see.
Mudsmoke followed his clanmates in silence, he wasn't looking forward to this gathering nor did he truly want to go neither but he went anyway.it would be a foolish thing to stay back at camp, what if he could learn some useful information, if he stayed he might risk missing out on something important! He didn't want to rely on his clanmates words to fill him in on what would happen tonight. He'd rather just go and find out himself. Maybe it was curiosity that drove his paws out of camp and towards the seastones. Must be, it sure wasn't his brain. That told him to stay in his nest cuase he couldn't deal with walk. His brain was correct, as the finally reached their destination he could feel his leg cramping up. Maybe he'd see the Thunderclan squirrel who had cursed him with such an injury or maybe that shadowclan toad who thought it fun to attack an elder. Mudsmoke paid little attention to Fadingstar's words, a warning to his clanmates with half a brain and only impulse driving through them. Mudsmoke had no worry he'd break any rules, not like he'd be interacting with anyone really. Or atleast anyone from another clan. He only had two cats he'd like to sit with tonight, one was still a kid and very lively and the other. The other was in desperate need of help, help of which mudsmoke was unsure how to give.
Mudsmoke decided to wait near the back of the group, more like rest his leg, and watch as the formed small groups or ran off to explore. He stayed there as the other clans finally arrived, praying to starclan that nothing would happen tonight and that his clanmates would not cause any more grief. Finally once shadowclan had decided to show up, mudsmoke decided it was time to go sit somewhere. Getting up once more he shoved through the crowd, ignoring some of the glared and remarks as he did so. He couldn't care less. One of the cats he decided to push past was oddly familiar. A bit scarred up at most, oh yeah. This asshole. Mudsmoke shot glare over his shoulder and the tree rat (Raggedear; @TanghuluCat) before continuing his path. He didn't have the energy to waste on a thunderclan cat right now and exspecially not the one who had caused this annoying injury of his. Finally mudsmoke spotted one of the cats he'd been looking for. Reaching the lionhearts side, he sat down. "can't get any better than this can it?" he asked sarcastically, knocking the tom with his tail in a semi playful greeting. Maybe Seabreeze just needed a bit of light hearted Ness in his life. Of course mudsmoke can't provide that either. "playing nice with cats that caused us all this grief" he finished his sentence. Yeahhhhh maybe he wasn't so good at this. He definitely wasn't. He should have left this to someone better at feelings, but then again Seabreeze had looked to be alone.
( @/TanghuluCat not need for a reply, just a silly Lil mention o/ )
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rookfire had lost track of marigoldkit somewhere between staring daggers at goldfish and parting from mossfreckle so when he took his place at the back of the crowd, he watched with interest as goldfish called marigold over to sit with her. the amusing aspect of this was thinking about her reasonings, in most cases, it was interesting to consider why cats do what they do, but in this case, rookfire couldnt help but engage in this thought that it was because of him. he was nothing if not a changed cat, no longer ashamed of simply being but instead happily lingering on thoughts thatd view him in the best (or at least the one he liked) light.
even though he had originally had no plans to approach goldfish, this was too good of a opportunity, and he didnt have all that much time to wait around for marigod or goldfish to approach him after all. besides, he was active, rook wasnt like minkpaw anymore, he wouldnt hide in fear (even though that was exactly what he had done the last 2 times he had addressed more personal things with mossfreckle.. 'hes different though'..).
pawsteps silent amongst the crowd as rookfire moved closer, slipping past unfamiliar bodies like a mere shadow. thank the stars his past self had taken to practicing stealth more than he absolutely had to to full fill the training requirement, that made this far easier. from blending into the crowd despite his size and knowing to keep his steps quiet, using the dull mass of bodies as a cover in order to approach unheard. "'been awfully long since we had the pleasure dont you think, goldie? quite rude to pretend you dont know me hmm?" rookfire spoke up from besides goldfish, finally stepping into view, all sharp angles, - from long limbs, ragged scars, unruly fur sticking out in places, to his maw pulled into a sharp grin -. a nod upwards as if urging goldfish to defend her behaviour, whilst hoping to hit goldfish where it hurt with the way he spoke and acted, something akin to malice sparkling clearly in cold grey eyes.
"oh hello mari, i like your feathers." rookfire greeted, turning his attention to the kit, and where he had been all mocking smiles and venom laced words, the second he addressed the smaller feline, his entire demeanour changed into something far more open and honest. leaning down a bit to be closer to eyelevel with marigold, rookfire materialised a feather out of seemingly nowhere, dark fur having previously swallowed every sign of it. a rook feather, one just like the two he had offered mossfreckle as a gift mere moments ago, and so awfully personal rook hoped goldfish would be seething. "its a rook feather"
[ believe it or not, i didnt actually plan on having both my characters gift marigoldpaw a feather of their namesake. apologies if this makes no sense, im very head empty today. ]
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♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
As Marigoldpaw approached, Goldfish’s expression softened slightly. A gift? She didn’t need a gift! But it did send a warm prickle through her spine. Goldfish grinned a bit, but it didn’t quite reach the urgent, commanding expression in her eyes. The expression that screamed escape. The expression that showed her strong desire to keep her apprentice away from something. Away from Someone. but despite this Goldfish cheerfully took the shell. ”Thank you! It’s beautiful. she purred, inspecting the gift. But when she shifted her body to further block the view of Rook, she realized they weren’t there. She tensed.
”Mari~” She started, voice laced with urgency, before Rook came right up behind her and spoke. Their voice sounded different. They looked different. Acted different. But this cat was still Minks, and this cat was still selfish. Ah, yes. A masculine undertone to their voice. Goldfish took all her control to avoid snorting. ”Quite rude to stare, wouldn’t you say? After all, I thought you said you were an adult. If you’re a child still intent on pretending you have interest in speaking to me perhaps you wouldn’t be sucking up to that flower boy.” Goldfish pointed out briskly, making nonchalant work of switching the attention to the cat before her. However Goldfish found her voice lacking any hidden malice. She didn’t sound angry or even remotely bothered. In fact, she sounded.. bored. As if this conversation was nothing but a monotone.
The tortoiseshells eyes expressed cool neutrality, as though this was a whole new cat before her. Beneath the neutrality, however, The Ace Of Spades found herself uncertain. As though there was a fight or flight instinct kicking her shins. Walk away? Stay and snap back? But the attention was swiveled to her apprentice, Goldfish gripped the shell in her forepaw. They still cared about Marigoldpaw, it seemed. But it made her feel super uncomfortable. No cat should be acting like that with her apprentice. They complimented Mari’s feathers. Offered her one. A r o o k feather.
It happened on instinct. It happened without thinking. Goldfish felt her feelings build up in her claws. They flexed so hard they trembled. The Ace of Spades, in a burst of violent movements slapped the feather- hard- away from Marigoldpaw. ”My apprentice won’t be needing that, thank you.” A smile grew in a bulging movement onto her maw, emphasizing the fact that Mari was her apprentice. ”In fact, I’m rather surprised you even bothered, considering the way you acted driving out RiverClan. Guess what?” her grin solidified in icy dislike. ”Im a lionheart now, Minks. I have a family to look after. And frankly, you aren’t part of it. I loved you and trusted you- I called you my own- and you disrespected that. Call me weak all you want, you devil. Because I’m not listening. In Riverclan, we don’t tolerate ShadowClan creeps causing problems. So I’d appreciate if you leave Mari and I the hell alone and go scurry off to your fake little lovey. I don’t trust you any longer. Handle it like an adult, and Please leave it at that.”
at that Goldfish turned to her apprentice with a super intense ‘we need to leave now’ expression. She would stand up to pad away, tense and stern expression clearly not looking for an argument. She needed to get Marigoldpaw away. She needed to get herself away. In theory she would closely guide her apprentice away. She expected questions. She expected ‘why?’ From the brown and white apprentice. And The Ace of Spades felt so damn ready to bust her gut explaining.
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Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\10 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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The day had started out so simple, so nice and secure. But it would quickly turn thick and nebulous with confusion.
She watched with kind eyes as Goldfish's expression of unease slightly melted away at the sight of her gift to her, and she smiled, though the bright warmth that radiated from her features didn't meet her amber eyes. Marigoldpaw took a quick glance around Seastones. What was Goldfish so unsure about? She thanked her, then shifted around awkwardly, as if trying to block her view. No, no, she couldn't possibly be doing that, maybe her current sitting position was just really uncomfortable. But that obviously wasn't the case. Marigoldpaw found herself growing suspicious and she mewed out her mentors name just as Speckles herself was beginning to say hers.
Then a voice croaked behind her, one she almost didn't recognize. Minkpaw. Here. In the moonlit flesh. She looked and sounded different, but perhaps Shadowclan (or just moving clans in general) had that kind of affect on cats. She honestly thought she'd have to look for her old friend, but that didn't seem to be the case. She also thought she'd have to do it more secretively. Minkpaw was in a different clan now, so Marigoldpaw saw that it might be odd to talk to her, even at gatherings because she figured it was frowned upon. But she was here, and in truth, Marigoldpaw felt like crying.
She watched with wide eyes as her friend addressed Goldfish. Right, Minkpaw knew her and her kits, kits that Marigoldpaw had yet to meet. She'd have to ask about them sometime... Her mentor responded in a voice that was oddly nonchalant, as though this whole interaction was irrelevant and boring. Marigoldpaw glanced at her mentor, her expression tightening into one of confusion. Facts. She needed facts, not witty banter. Why had Goldfish been so on edge, why was the edge suddenly gone now that Minkpaw was here? They were confusing her. Marigoldpaw didn't like to be confused, not like this.
And then, surprisingly, she was the center of conversation. Her eyes snapped back to Minkpaw's with a delighted grin, but her expression was dampened with the confusion that rang in her head. What happened between these two? A part of her was scared to ask. "Hi! I uh, I missed you, a lot, too much maybe, and uh thank you---" she had too many things to ask. But she didn't get the time, instead she was fascinated by what could only be described as magic. How in the world cats learned how to randomly pull feathers out of their pelts, Marigoldpaw would never know. This was a mystery she welcomed though, it was fun. A rook feather.
Marigoldpaw blinked slowly at it, her maw twitching up into a smile she couldn't contain. Something she could have to remember her. Her paws inched towards it before she leaned forward entirely to grab it in her jaws. It was nice to know that her old friend also had a passion for pretty things. But soon a spray of sand whizzed where the feather once was, snatched up by a very peeved Lionheart. Marigoldpaw immediately ducked away as sand sprang into her eyes. Her fur began to shoot up at the ends and her paws trembled. What.... What was that!?
What was Speckles talking about? At first she didn't seem to care, why care now? What was the root of all this and how could Marigoldpaw reach it? "But I do! Sorta.... Is uh, is that a bad thing? I thought you two---" Oh. Was this all about the attack on Riverclan? Marigoldpaw shuddered at the resurfacing memories that came from that horrifying night. To her knowledge, Minkpaw had obviously killed somebody, but that was just the horrid thing all cats did when battles came. She also broke her shoulder and Marigoldpaw believed that was a good dept to pay for killing any warrior. So, perhaps Minkpaw had done something more personal to irk her mentor. Marigoldpaw just absorbed the information, flipping it through her brain an decoding it's contents and what it all implied. Trust was broken, once a family.... Oh, Minkpaw liked somecat? It wasn't completely worthy of noting but it stuck with the apprentice.
Goldfish was beginning to rise to her paws, the air around her hot and thick with words that probably forged craters into the she-cats heart. Marigoldpaw winced. Her whole body felt as though the ground just got ripped from right beneath her. The cat she was taking about wasn't Minkpaw, it couldn't be. The facts didn't line up, they were failing her. Marigoldpaw knew she should follow, and she would... Eventually.
"Minkpaw..." She mewed carefully, her voice barely above a whisper. "A gift... For you. And whatever happens, I'll be here, promise. I'm sure Speckles just doesn't have her facts straight..." Hopefully. She wanted Goldfish to be wrong about Minkpaw more than anything because maybe then things would finally make sense again like it had merely sunrises ago. She pulled the shell she had gathered for Minkpaw from her pelt before giving her a stressed smile. A 'I have no idea what's going on, but I swear it's gonna be okay,' kind of smile. Without another glance (okay, maybe a few) Marigoldpaw bounded after her mentor. Once she caught up to her she found that right now was the time to ask questions.
"Speckles... what happened?"
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- Hartebeest by Yalokre
A gathering!! Yippie!! Minus the fact it was with all the cats that drove out RiverClan. But nevertheless!! The brown tom watched as the other clans arrived, a grin on his maw. Maybe someone would talk to him. Maybe there would be a fight that broke out. Who knows?
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Hemlockleaf chuckled at his apprentice, nodding with a smile on his face. He wanted to send her off to enjoy herself while seeming confident, he had to trust her. He waved his tail as she walked off, nodding his head as if in approval. Then, letting out a deep breath, Hemlockleaf sat back on his haunches. Letting his tail curl around his paws to keep others from accidentally stepping on it.
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Ravenpaw felt her paws tingle and her ears grow hot when Brokenstream invited her to sit with him and Riftpaw. She hadn't been expected that! She nodded eagerly and immediately sat as close as she dared to her older clanmate, though their fur was not brushing. Ravenpaw looked at Riftpaw with a tilted head and narrowed eyes. Is he...being rude? She stared at him a moment, considering. I honestly can't tell... There was no hostility or sarcasm in his voice that she could detect. And as a sarcastic being herself, she could usually hear it. It was more like he was just...stating a fact. She decided to just treat it that way and see what happened. Ravenpaw flashed a grin, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. "Just can't get rid of me can ya?" She mewed teasingly to Riftpaw, flicking his shoulder with her thick fluffy tail to show she was kidding.
She frowned slightly and shook her head at Brokenstream's question. "No I haven't... I honestly wouldn't even know what to say..." She shuffled her paws timidly. Ravenpaw was too young to remember much from the 3v1 war, but she knew enough to know that she felt awkward just thinking about talking to cats from other clans. She noted that Rainpaw was having less issues than she was...but that was to be expected. Rainpaw was just fluffy sweetness, she was too kind-hearted to judge. She blinked at Riftpaw when he said they were safe. She knew that! Of course she knew that! She did know that...right? Was she giving off fear scent? She couldn't figure out why Riftpaw felt the need to comfort her, but it actually...wasn't bad? She nodded at Riftpaw, blinking at him gratefully. "I just don't even know where to start." She mewed, embarrassed that she must looked weak in front of Brokenstream and her denmate. But there was a logical reason - she wasn't used to having to start a conversation with somecat who didn't know her at all.
Burnedpaw glanced back and forth between the two apprentices, quietly measuring their conversation. He hadn't yet been acknowledged, so he remained standing, simply observing.
Mistlewhisker was here! Crowtooth no longer cared about whatever the fish was attempting to say, he had decent company and would be paying attention to that thank you very much.
Barely noting that the shadowclan leader was much less round then she was the last time he was her the tom casually slouched, blandly drawling a "Well well well, look who finally dedicated ta show 'er face tonight. Tsk tsk Mistlewhisker, gotta be quicker then that." as the molly joined the three deputies on their shelf. The tone was bland mockery sure, but the pleased flick of his tail and that he shuffled over betrayed a lighter undertone, the two quickly settling in to their routine moonly snarking.
Funny, every single one of Crowtooths friends with mollies specifically (bar Twilightstar of course) seemed to take this form.
Speaking of....
Mistlewhiskers comments on how his fur was smooth orderly and gleaming for once was probably rhetorical to a degree but, still smarting over the 'attack', Crowtooth was gonna complain. His face felt flat into deadpan blankness, ears pinning a bit as he in full seriousness declared. "I was ambushed an' betrayed in my own damn camp. I swear ta ya I dunno where my so called 'friends' get their damn audacity but Im gonna skin them alive fer this." Stars you'd think Crowtooth was murdered in his sleep by his words and not just pinned down and bathed because he was resembling a feather duster but his expression betrayed no joke soooo....
Probably best to unpack that later.
For now the more pressing thing to try and pick apart about Crowtooths strange psyche was how pleased he seemed about the idea of killing/being killed by his friend. The toms head rocked back, tunneler letting out a deep raspy cackle before looking back to Mistlewhisker with a sharp grin. "Not if I dont kill ya first my friend! I aint one ta wish fer war when we both know it only weakens ones clan but aint no way yer killin' me over me killin' ya.
Im willin' ta even stake a bet on it see! Whichever one o' us that dies at the others paws has ta, in any manner possible, meet the other fer them ta gloat. A good proper gloat too, no back talkin' just sittin' an' takin' yer licks like ya earned.
Deal?"
Hetrochromatic eyes were twinkling in full amusement as the tom raised a paw for a shake, tail flicking behind him. He knew Mistlewhisker enough to knew she wouldnt invite war, so this wasnt a bet made in malice, more of one between cats who didnt start fights but ended them. A bet made between cats who knew eachother well enough to not hold grudges and jaded enough to not take it too seriously given all they'd seen.
In the time waiting for her to respond it seemed the fish had finally found her voice, perhaps bored of sitting in silence while others talked, and said something.... Interesting. Otters huh? Crowtooth had never heard of a creature like that but it would explain a certain incident not long ago....
The tom made no comment on Dusklions information, just looked up to make eye contact with Twilightstar, both probably thinking on their recent talk in the starry meadows, before he turned back to focus on his conversation.
- Wolfpaw -
- He/Him - 7 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tabby tom with green eyes and a missing hind leg -
This cat was weird. Wolfpaw watched as the other medic squeaked out her name, then clearing her throat and saying it more clearly. "Wolfpaw," he said again. A few heartbeats later, he scented another clan. He couldn't quite figure out which clan it was, watching as a large lilac she with a missing eye made her way over to the leaders. He didn't know which clan it was, but from the smell of the moors, it was most likely WindClan. Not long after, a large dark brown tabby molly made her way to join the leaders as well. Wolfpaw heard Bumblestar greet the brown leader with 'Dawnstar', so he knew that it was ShadowClan.
He felt small amongst the other high ranks. To be fair, he was the youngest, buts still! Green hues bounced from leader to leader, deputy to deputy as Wolfpaw watched them talk. Where were the other medicine cats? Stars, he wish muddy was here. "Do you know who the other medicine cats are?" he asked Berrypaw. Aside from Berrypaw, the tripod didn't really know any of the other Medicine Cats, not even their names.
Berrypaw could tell that this medicine cat — named Wolfpaw, apparently — was certainly thinking she was coming off... odd. Definitely wouldn't be the first time she'd gotten looks like that from her nervous demeanor, but it was a bit worse this time, given the tension following RiverClan's exile and this being their first Gathering officially showing their faces back in the forest. It made her all the more self-conscious, although that didn't change much, considering her current state.
It was just then that Berrypaw let herself get a good look at the young tom, and... oh. He was missing a hind leg. Just like Cobwebfern... the sharp reminder of what happened to Cob during the 3v1, as well as ShadowClan's marshy scent that was now strongly wafting in the air, made her stomach churn. The young herbalist tucked her tail tighter around her paws, as if trying to make herself a bit smaller, containing the rush of queasiness that roiled up in her gut. No, no, don't think about it, don't even think about it... the ripping, the screams, the overwhelming scent of blood—
She was in a brief, glassy-eyed daze as she warred with her own mind on staying calm when Wolfpaw spoke again. Berrypaw's attention snapped back to him, immediately clearing her throat as if forcing the lump out of her throat, trying to speak normally as if she hadn't just been having vivid, unprocessed flashbacks in her head. "O-Oh, uh... yes... well, I've met a few only once last time we were here, but... I-I don't see any of them yet, assuming nothing's changed..." She remembered that one nice one... oh, what was her name? Springlight? Berrypaw wondered if she would show...
The anxious cat's mind wandered once more and she hesitated, nervously shuffling her paws for a moment. Then she glanced down at Wolfpaw, suddenly reminded of how... small he was. Attempting to be friendly through her awkwardness, she mewed in a timid but lighthearted tone, "And you... must be brand new, I assume? Y-You look... young..."
Okay, that was probably a terrible way to phrase it. But the dark brown she-cat had never been good with words, and much less with deliveries — especially at a time and place like this.
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*despite everything, it's still you.
Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat!
she and Cobwebfern have a semi-closed den policy.
Shellpaw
he/they - 6 moons - Go with the flow [inactive]
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So Rainpaw hadn’t caught on. That was fine! They’d just have to send her a signal somehow. They looked to her, making their eyes wide and bug like, then jerked their head to point towards Slugpaw. Uh. Maybe that didn’t get the point across at all. To be honest, he’d probably confused her even more. It didn’t take long for Slugpaw to expose her own spy status though! Calling Salamanderpaw a meanie Mcgrumpygrouch?!?! No way! “My sister is not a meanie Mcgrumpygrouch!” He retorted, flicking his head up defiantly. There was no way Slugpaw truly had no idea why they’d hate ThunderClan, she just had to be a spy, right? He wasn’t sure what to say, what do you expect after banishing us for two moons? Except, Slugpaw didn’t banish them. She was probably in ThunderClan’s nursery all that time, unless those brutes make their kits fight - he wouldn’t put it past them. Maybe Salamanderpaw was a little harsh, but, was it not deserved? After everything they’d been through?
Now on top of all that, Slugpaw wanted to know about their warrior names. What was this, some kind of intel gathering? Was she sent to learn about the next generation of RiverClan warriors? If so, they wouldn’t let her know a thing! The mention of warrior names did have him curious though - what kind of name would he want? To be honest, he would like something to do with water. They weren’t sure what though, it was hard to come up with something with a ring to it. Shellpool? Shelltide? Shellwave? None of them seemed to fit quite right. Whatever, after a short silence, he came back from his thoughts, “I have a few ideas, but I wouldn’t tell a ThunderClanner.” He sniffed. Normally he’d be a bit too shy to speak like that, but he wasn’t happy with her calling Salamanderpaw a meanie Mcgrumpygrouch - he wouldn’t admit to himself that it could be a little deserved because… There’s no way his sister could be in the wrong against a ThunderClan cat! He glanced to her, awaiting her response, but she’d slid a little away from the group.
She didn’t think… He’d rather talk to that ThunderClan spy than her, right? He would’ve backed her up earlier, but he got distracted - well… He wasn’t sure what he would’ve said to back her up, but he was sure he’d have thought of something eventually. His ears flattened guiltily. Green eyes beginning to flicker from her to their supposed spy a couple times, before they scurried on closer to Salamanderpaw. “PSSSSST” he whispered so Slugpaw wouldn’t hear them (unless she had crazy good hearing), “I think she’s a spy you know..” he pointed to Slugpaw with his tail a little too obviously. He wasn’t sure telling Salamanderpaw would make her feel any better, but, he wanted to let her know he’s on her side at least.
He soon realised his move had left Rainpaw unarmed - and Rainpaw had no idea they were being spied on! What if Slugpaw got some info out of her?! His head flicked upwards as he glanced over, fearing his blunder may have put Rainpaw in grave danger.
PlumShades nodded her head ah snakefang not pelt, tsk well that was okay not like she cared to much or well snakepaw , must have sucked to be demoted huh? she thought to herself, fixing the curly tuft on her head " Well your brother, duskleaf wanted me to tell you he's alive she meowed, she hoped the was good for the Thunderclan cat
Snakepaw turned her head a little and raised a brow at the mention of Duskleaf. So according to Plumshade, her brother was still alive, and it seemed that he asked Plumshade to say that? Why wouldn’t he just come to the gathering? It almost angered her. Okay so he finally admitted to being her brother, at the last gathering he'd nearly lost the plot at her for the revelation. Now it seemed he'd accepted it. Regardless, she did feel a lot better knowing he was still alive, even if laziness kept him from being here.
"Oh I see…well, thank you. I do appreciate you telling me, I thought he was dead…" And now the question she'd been waiting to ask. "So, he finally does admit it after all. Last gathering he called me a liar, said he never wanted to see me again. I’m not angry for that, I’d have reacted the same way. But why's he asked you to tell me? Why isn’t he here himself? Too lazy, is it?"
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"You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland before ye
Where me and my true love shall never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond!"
Nightpaw made his way into the gathering with the rest of his clan. Never before had he been to a gathering, so he wasn’t entirely sure how it was meant to work. Was he meant to go with his mentor? Looking around, he couldn’t see Sleepysunrise. Watching for a moment to see what the other cats did, he watched as some of them approached cats from other clans. Great StarClan, those were some weird smells! The scents of the other clans reached his nose all at once, and it was a strange feeling. Nightpaw looked around the gathering to find some cat to talk to. Sure he couldn’t just come here and not speak to a cat from a different clan?
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"You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland before ye
Where me and my true love shall never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond!"
Re: September Gathering
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
