"Duskhound, Dewfawn. I don't know whether you're up to a conversation with the clan of darkness, but I'm particularly interested tonight in sharing some genuine opinions about Riverclan's return. You are free to follow me or not."
Nightfall walked softly, as he was used to, to a brown tortoiseshell tom well older than him. This might have intimidated most other cats younger than bug, but Nightfall didn't have any space for those emotions.
"...Hello, lovely evening, I would say."
The dark-pelted tom settled down beside the Shadowclan cat (he could easily say that, and not only from the fact that he was sitting right there), but far enough so that the other wouldn't easily feel bothered.
"...You know, with Riverclan's return, there will be lots of changes back in our clans."
Nightfall was watching the leaders while speaking, but now he looked sideways to take a look at the other's expression. What did Shadowclan think about all of this?
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Re: September Gathering
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Vinepaw
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As Vinepaw approached Dapplebreeze, he was still buoyed by the lively atmosphere of the gathering. He greeted her with a friendly smile, feeling comfortable and at ease. “Of course, Dapplebreeze. What do you need?”
He glanced back at Burningpaw, offering a quick, apologetic smile.
Turning his full attention to Dapplebreeze, Vinepaw remained upbeat, hoping to handle whatever she needed swiftly so he could return to enjoying the gathering
This wasn't her scene. Despite her moons, the fury lieutenant absolutely abhorred the gatherings. Seemed pointless. The news were nice in a way, yes. But it was more often than not lies. Exaggerations on how well the other clans were doing. Boasts of power that may or may not be had. And wars brewing in the thick of it all.
And yet here she was. A proper WindClanner, as the clan of fish was back, and she trusted them to draw blood. The clan had proven to be disgusting, rogueish, and uncouth at best. Dapplebreeze never thought that she would think of another clan as lowly as she thought of ShadowClan, but RiverClan had gone above and beyond the terrors of ShadowClan... and that plague of a clan had killed her son. A sigh escaping her, the molly turned to look at the high ranks, noticing how most seemed to be gathered already, albeit a few familiar faces seemed missing still. Funny... where was Rabbitpaw?
Mismatched ears twitched as her ears caught on to a young WindClanner's voice. Turning her gaze, she stared at Vinepaw as he spoke to another apprentice. ThunderClan, by the looks of it. Her nose twitching with distaste, she could at least be grateful it wasn't a RiverClan fiend the dark paw was making friends with. Why anyone would fraternize with the enemy was beyond her, but then... it mattered not. What she cared for now was to draw Vinepaw to her. Ask for Rabbitpaw's location. Perhaps the apprentice knew. They were close from what she knew.
"Vinepaw. Darling! Could I steal you away for a moment my dear?" the fury asked, her words kind despite the steel behind her voice, a command coming through. No doubt an instinctual response at being surrounded by so many non WindClanners as they were despite herself.
Burningpaw nodded at Vinepaw,
a smile on his face. "Yeah! I think it's fun so fa-"He cut himself off as a warrior, seemingly from WindClan, by the scent, walked up and asked to borrow Vinepaw.
He shot Burningpaw a smile, and then turned away. Burningpaw nodded, noticing the stiffness of Dapplebreeze's voice.
He sat, shuffling his paws awkwardly. The apprentice glanced around at the other cats, eyes scanning the crowd for someone he knew. When he found no-one, he sighed, and turned back, waiting for Vinepaw to be done so he wasn't awkward.
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After their comment about RiverClan, Dewfawn had noted a certain someone rolling her eyes.
Nightfall said another thing about going toward ShadowClan.
No thanks.
"I'll be back in a moment." Dewfawn said to their siblings, heading over to a certain grey cat.
They narrowed their eyes at Duckfeather as they approached "If you don't like my thoughts on RiverClan, then what are yours." Dewfawn said, though there was the slightest audibpe agitation in their voice.
"Last...meeting?" Palepaw stared at the fellow apprentice, yet to comprehend what that meant. It took a little more gears and bolts for Palepaw's head to turn before he realized. And once he did, he sprung up his feet and excitedly skipped around Lichenpaw. "No way! You're going to be a warrior! Woooow!"
"Congratulations!" Palepaw exclaimed with such a genuine and proud tone, you'd think he was talking to his fellow clanmate.
If that wasn't enough, the next line Lichenpaw said had sparkles blooming in Palepaw's eyes. He couldn't hold in his enthusiasm. His suspicions was confirmed, he was from WindClan. He didn't know that was Twilightstar, but he'd heard her name in the history lessons he had as a kit. His eyes followed to where Lichenpaw was gesturing. He squinted a little before finally catching on. "Wait...that's amazing! Your mentor is the new deputy? Then that ... that means he must be super powerful! Strong and smart and...all the things needed for deputy! And that means he'd pass all that on to you!"
The dilute calico kitten was just in genuine awe at the experiences this apprentice may've had.
Lichenpaw
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17 moons || she/her || WindClan apprentice || honed skill [INACTIVE] scrawny calico with one blind eye; blue eyes
Oh, Lichenpaw liked this kid! He seemed so different from what she was used to with ShadowClan, so much more bouncy and full of life! It was a nice change of pace! Plus, his clear admiration wasn't unwelcome either. He reminded her a lot of herself when she started her apprenticeship, before her world started crumbling around her. She was building it back up now, but seeing Palepaw's reactions and naive excitement definitely brought her back in time.
"I guess it does!" She agrees with a smile and little laugh, "but, y'know, Crowtooth hasn't been my mentor all that long. My first one was a cat named Sleethound, he was like a big brother almost," she could still remember the day his body was brought into camp, murdered by ThunderClan's deputy, Spiderthroat. "I had a couple others, but they didn't teach me a whole lot. Then there was Wolffang right before I got Crowtooth - he was a great warrior, one of WindClan's very best." She liked boasting about her past mentors, even if doing so made her a little sad. "Who's your mentor? Do you like them?"
Larkswoop frowned as Wisteriawren went to introduce herself, and then stopped. Her green gaze narrowed slightly, her ears taking in the nervousness of the other warrior. It intrigued her, honestly. She might have something for Bumblestar.
But, Wisteriawren did look afraid. That had Larkswoop wondering if this was the first Gathering that the fish had been to. She wrapped her tail neatly around her paws, green eyes flicking over to the deputies and leaders.
Aspenpaw had half a mind to just deal with punishment later and get his revenge now when a distorted voice called to him. Even though it sounded odd he immediately put a face to it, Marigoldpaw! Wait this was good, now he had a fellow riverclan apprentice to back him up against this rat. Marigoldpaw probably hated them as much as him, she had been there during the attack and she'd been as upset as everyone else. However instead of a jabbing comment or a snarl at his opponent, his friend instead dropped a shell at his paws and told him to behave. It took a moment for aspenpaw to comprehend the words spoken and by the time he had turned to face Mari she was already disappearing into the crowd, leaving him here. " wait I- you- uh.." too late, she was already far out of hearing range, he couldn't even see her anymore. He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed that she hadn't stayed. He had wished that now that they were both apprentices they would be able to hangout more but that wasn't the case apparently.
"oh shut up, what would you know? You're still a kit. " aspenpaw huffed in response, now looking down at the gift Mari had left him. It was a shell, odd but pretty! He liked it a lot actually. Aspenpaw held it between his paws as he inspected it in interest, only glancing up to answer the thunderclan apprentice. "Aspenpaw, what's yours? Something to do with insects?" he asked sarcastically. Leader of thunderclan was Bumblestar, bumble was something to do with bees if he remembered correctly and as for the deputy. Spider throat! Wow, a spider. Bugs. He hated bugs. He hated thunderclan, what a great coincidence.
When he had looked up to answer this question he had noticed a small commotion happening by where the deputies sat. Was that…a kit? Two kits. Or kits younger than the one sitting in front of him- oh look another kit sitting where the medicine cats sat! "What, does your leader enjoy bringing kits to gatherings or something? Because even your medicine cat looks like a child. What happened to your other one, might I ask? Unless that's springlight." Aspenpaw wasn't sure if that was just springlights apprentice or was that just a new medicine cat? Either way, what was young cats like this doing outside the nursery let alone at a gathering. Quite amusing actually
One more word out of this guy's mouth and Hollowpaw's biting him. Truce be damned.
"No," He says forcefully. Aspenpaw was a stupid name, why would you name your kid after a tree? That's so dumb. More like Ass-Butt-paw. Yeah. New name. Better name. "It's Hollowpaw. And that's Wolfpaw up there, he's our new medicine apprentice... something about 'StarClan's chosen' or whatever," he rolls his eyes for good measure. "Springlight couldn't make it." That's all he offers regarding their dearly deceased. "What about your medicine cat? I only see the runt up there."
Rabbitfur couldn't but mrrrow with laughter at his mate's difficulty. But he loved it. He adored how Gorseflower kept him on his toes even now. "Oh, I think that's debatable." He purred, giving Gorseflower's ear a swift lick. He nodded in agreement to his mate's observation of Bouncepaw. He purred at the memory of their early days. "You were so overwhelmed!" He mewed with a chuckle. "I was too excited to talk to everycat to notice, I spent the next three days trying to make it up to you." Ah their young days. Rabbitfur would be the first to admit he was no better than a furball with bees in his brain. But even then, he loved Gorseflower, even as a paw he had eyes only for her.
He followed his mate's gaze to Daffodil, she was right. Their daughter seemed to be thriving. "Hey!" He protested. "I think I turned out okay!" He added, puffing out his chest with pride. "I'm more surprised she found somecat that appreciates her energy." He added with a laugh. Though he had to admit, part of him was at least a little concerned for Daffodil. He worried she may be too open to friendships with cats outside the clan. But he knew as well as Gorseflower that Daffodil's dedication to StarClan should prevent her from making any stupid decisions.
Burnedpaw nodded, satisfied knowing that his presence was helpful. He was prepared to sit in comfortable silence while waiting for the leader's to start the Gathering, but then Cricketpaw had another question for him. He looked at her and tilted his head to the side slightly, apprehensive to answer. But truly, it could no harm. "Not me personally." He answered honestly. "But one of my dad's, he struggles a lot." Oatmask.
Burnedpaw had many early memories of Oatmask struggling with his anxieties, over different things. Anxiety that Burnedpaw and Charredpaw were not biologically his, anxiety over what the clan thought of their family, what other's gazes could be concealing. Burnedpaw in particular seemed to make him nervous because he was mostly unreadable. Well, except to Charredpaw. He mused. "Oatmask, he tends to struggle over his opinion of himself and what others think of him." Should he be confiding so much with an apprentice from another clan? Probably not, but it felt...okay this time. "I've seen my other dad, Alderstripe, console him many times."
The words came out smoothly, but he realized quickly how confusing that might to some. "Alderstripe and Oatmask are mates. Another she-cat in our clan was our mother so that they could have kits." Burnedpaw quickly offered the explanation, but realized it might still not make much sense. It wasn't complicated, at least not to him, so he didn't like summing it up that way. He always tried his best to explain things to others rather just cover it with something so vague. His tail twitched curiously, even though it wasn't his purpose in sharing what he said he had to admit he was interested to see how an apprentice from another clan would respond to his family dynamic.
Kitepaw looked up at her father when everyone left, her eyes wide with anxiety. Had she done something wrong? "Papa," she mewed quietly, "sh- di- ...did I do something wrong? Why did they all leave?" Her voice trembled slightly as she stumbled, trying to find the right words for her question. Clearly her appearance had been too much. Maybe she should have stayed away after all? Or faced her mother and just clung to her mentor?
The brown spotted she-cat turned her dark blue gaze down to her paws in disappointment. Clearly, this Gathering was not going to be her time to meet other apprentices. She wasn't entirely sure that was something she even wanted until the others left. Now she wished at least one had stayed. Maybe I'm just not likable? This seemed plausible. After all, if she was likable then her mother wouldn't always ben so on edge around her right? More importantly, her family would've stayed together...
Petalrot
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31 moons || bug/him || ShC Warrior slim tortoiseshell tom w/ white tuxedo markings; green eyes
Bug had yet to be fully settled when a dark pelted tom took up residence next to bug. Shifting slightly on bug's paws, green eyes drift over to meet yellow as the WindClan warrior speaks. Changes to all other clans... On some level, Petalrot agreed with him, but mostly, he didn't see how much of anything would change. There had been war in the forest before, this, here and now, was not much different than the aftermath of other wars.
"I suppose," he says, not giving much away one way or the other. If this cat was looking for an opinion, he'd be hard pressed to find one here. Petalrot's opinions are what his leader tells him they are, simple as that. Still, there's little point continuing the conversation if bug can't at least humor the warrior with something slighly more substantial.
"But this is not the first time the forest has seen war," Petalrot intones, "we have made changes before in the aftermath of despair, now will be no different." Would that be substantial enough? Bug tried to make it sound like he had... more profound thoughts than he really did, but really bug was just spewing a bunch of nonsense.
heavily scarred & skinny black tom with white speckles; cloudy light amber eyes. walks with a prominent limp & has protruding fangs that overlap his bottom lip.
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truth of the matter, wormbite was slightly shocked at the simple fact they were already attending a gathering. he understood being eager to show their resilience, but he supposed he would've preferred allowing riverclan to adjust a bit more before interacting with ,, the rest of them. curiously, he wondered how far fadingstar would go with his threat of execution. warriors who could not keep their mouth shut were a liability. apprentices, on the other paw, wormbite had a softer spot for.
the oriental walked slowly, senses high on alert. his muscles were tensed, preparing for the other acorn to drop whilst he weaved through the crowd. typically, he would keep to the back -- uncomfortable with crowds but he had not been .. well, around for an awful long time. he was hoping if he could .. mingle, partially, he could info gather. still, he kept a bit on the sidelines. the true center was far too... much.
wormbite eventually settled down, but did not have long to start his eavesdropping info gathering before a familiar scent started to creep up behind him. he stilled, completely, convinced his breathing must've stopped. memories flash before his eyes in a split second, his skin beginning to crawl uncomfortably. it was impossible. he was far gone, a ghost in the past - in the stars up above. (nevertohearhisvoiceagain) he does not turn around, he cannot turn around for it would only shatter the brief hope he carried.
paws step on his tail and pain shots through and up his spine. he does not need to blink before reflex takes over and he is whirling around to stare at the ghost. ,, and then instead of hearing a voice he knew by his soul - someone pipes up in a panicked high-pitched voice and begins spilling out apologize. an apprentice, wormbite reckons. he blinks slowly, almost wanting to laugh out of .. he does not know. instead, he sighs tiredly.
closer it becomes obvious that the scent is .. off. a tinge of unfamiliarity, thunderclan and other undertones bleeding through. he knew it was improbable, but it does not start his heart from aching at the reminder. a sour look appears over his long face, tail curling over his scarred hindleg -- he stands silently towering over the apprentice; remaining unaware of his body language.
was he truly that tired to make such a mistake?.. foolish and embarrassing. wormbite clears his throat quietly after the feline finishes, ".. you are ,,, fine. you are not the firsst nor the lasst... it .. happenss in crowded areass, " he reassures. truthfully, he would've simply relocated without another word - he did not like talking to cats awfully younger than him nor other clans. this time around though he stared a bit too long to make a swift get-a-away. escape route expired. besides, he's sure she would skitter off and instead sits back down.
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She glanced upward. A tired sigh. A mean look. The cat was glaring down upon her. Timberpaw had never felt so small in her life. She thought she was about to be snapped at, whacked with a paw, or worse. The calico pressed herself as close to the earth as she could and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping Bumblestar wouldn't see the horrible scene that was inevitably about to take place. After what felt like an eternity, but was just a few small moments, she heard the cat clear his throat and tell her she was fine. One blue eye peeked open in hesitant hope.
He wasn't moving, either. And now that Timberpaw wasn't scared out of her mind, she managed to get a good look at this cat. He was very distinct, scars patterning his short black fur. Timberpaw's gaze darted toward his, only to see blind, milky eyes staring back at her. She spent too long watching in silence, and part of her knew this. But another part just couldn't stop looking at this cat, taking him in. Something inside her ached. Eventually, though, she figured it was just a tinge of the sickness going around and dismissed the idea. It was too late to move away, though, so Timberpaw went ahead and sat beside the cat.
"You're... from RiverClan, right?" she asked with a tilt of her head. "Uhh, what's it like there? Is it all boggy and mucky?" This was probably the worst conversation starter, but she had to stay here at this point. It would be rude to leave.
"Cold." It might have been funny, in another life - to see lovely little Vi so standoffish and unwelcoming. "Not even a hello? I'm just wounded." The extent he'd never show.
Sedgeflake considered making things work, getting cozy up to her - push her buttons and remind her that fish-scent belonged on her. But nooo, he had to refrain. Behave. As if he'd ever stepped out of line! Psssh. "It was great - and we're stronger than ever from it." He eyed her frame, mostly just to be judgemental but there was always that inkling.. she did leave for a tom after all. "Shame the same can't be said for you, the squirrels are just making you fat."
Cold? The tabby she-cat snorted. "You're one to talk about cold." Another flick of the tail, another effort not to turn around. "You poor kit."
As he kept yapping, Violetfreckle found herself rolling her eyes more than once. Stronger than ever, huh? Just as she was about to make a snide remark, Sedgeflake spoke up again. This time, Violetfreckle truly couldn't stop herself from whirling around and hissing as softly and as controlled as she could. Which, honestly, wasn't a whole lot different than her normal hissing, but still. The effort was made.
"Maybe you only think so because I'm not constantly hungry like I was in RiverClan." Something clicked in her head, and olive eyes narrowed. "Or are you implying something else here?" Violetfreckle fully turned away from the Seastones and sat down, facing Sedgeflake. "Go on, please, enlighten me, brother."
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