Moonmeadow followed after the rest of Shadowclan silently. As they arrived the shadowy cat saw the gathered cats and immediately recognized the group. Thunderclan. The feline kept a controlled face at the other cats and took a space near the back of the gathering place, content to simply watch. Their eyes were bothering them a bit at the moment but it was nothing too bad.
It did make their head hurt a bit as the lights from the moon dug into their skull annoyingly. They groaned under their breath. Maybe he should visit the med den for some poppy seeds after the gathering- now they were going to be able to sleep after this with the lights and all the loud chattering. They watched with hazy eyes as Windclan entered the clearing as well. Mmh, the feline gave a curious glance at the entry at the lack of a sign of Riverclan. Well, no matter.
Moonmeadow gif made by ramen!
[Note I am a little behind- My next post will be Moon reacting to Bumble's news /w\ ]
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-Cornpuff-
Male, 48 Moons
SHADOWCLAN - Warrior
A yellow-eyed, white and cream-point tom.
Cornpuff trotted alongside his clan until they arrived.
His ears rose at the mention of the two cats, Moontail and Hollowfoot, but only shifted as he thought to himself. One down then. You're playing a big game, big cats.
Seating himself he groomed himself as he waited for anything else interesting.
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Moonmeadow followed after the rest of Shadowclan silently. As they arrived the shadowy cat saw the gathered cats and immediately recognized the group. Thunderclan. The feline kept a controlled face at the other cats and took a space near the back of the gathering place, content to simply watch. Their eyes were bothering them a bit at the moment but it was nothing too bad.
It did make their head hurt a bit as the lights from the moon dug into their skull annoyingly. They groaned under their breath. Maybe he should visit the med den for some poppy seeds after the gathering- now they were going to be able to sleep after this with the lights and all the loud chattering. They watched with hazy eyes as Windclan entered the clearing as well. Mmh, the feline gave a curious glance at the entry at the lack of a sign of Riverclan. Well, no matter.
Moonmeadow gif made by ramen!
[Note I am a little behind- My next post will be Moon reacting to Bumble's news /w\ ]
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-Elkgrowl-
Male, 123 Moons
WINDCLAN - Elder
A stocky, brown tom with icy eyes.
Mate: Lilypelt
Family: Kits - Hollowfoot (M), ??? (M), ??? (F).
Mentor: Featherthorn. Graduated at 12 moons old.
Elkgrowl lifted his ears, and nudged the nearest cat next to him, "did that Bumblestar say Hollowfoot?" The elder growled, unbelieving.
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"I was built to protect those.. who.. cannot protect themselves," Zane - Ninjago
"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," William Shakespeare
"Maybe it needs one of these doo-hickeys?" Arcee - Transformers PRIME
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Hushpaw
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8/100
9 moons || he/him || WindClan Apprentice medium furred tom w/ black, grey and white fur; gold eyes
Down goes Cloverhoney, Hushpaw's kill a success! He raises his tail up high, still grinning, and places his forepaws onto his mentor's fallen body. "Stay down, vile villain!" He announces playfully, feeling very much like a kit play fighting in WindClan's clearing. This'll show the other apprentices and warriors how cool he is! "Now everyone shall know to fear Hushpaw, the almighty!!" Immediately, he bursts into a fit of giggles, removing his paws from his mentor and waiting for her to get up again.
When her apprentice begins to speak she can't help but giggle, the movement of her body moving the other's as his paws rest atop her fallen 'corpse'. And when he begins to giggle, well, clover can't help but giggle louder! That is until the big, bad, Bumblystar begins to address the gathering of cats below the stone she sits upon. That was right! This was supposed to be for giving announcements and stuff-- they ought to pay attention! Springing back to clover's paws, she quickly moves to push Hushpaw into a crouch so she can crouch beside him, a paw placed gently atop his head.
"Shoot, Hushy, they started talking already! We gotta listen!" Clover whispers over to her apprentice, glancing to him from the corners of clover's eyes. Didn't wanna make Twilystar look bad now! "Okay, okay, let's listen up now..."
And it all ends up being some nonsense that doesn't concern her. Somethin' about killing Riverclan cats and also Thunderclan cats and then a buuuuunch of apprentices and some other names being given... Boooring! Didn't Thunderclan have anything else to talk about aside from BLOOD, DEATH, AND TRIUMPH!! What was with the obsession of making them seem sooo strong and unbeatable all the time? Didn't make sense to clover so clover didn't care. Snickering to herself and Hushpaw still huddled in close at clover's side, she keeps her tone a whisper.
"Man, they kinda suck, don't they? What're they so bitey for? Sounds like it gets tiring-- maybe we should rename 'em Badgerclan for being so touchy and bitey all the time!"
Riversong listened to Bumblestar’s words, and nodded silently when she mentioned the loss of Finchpaw. They blinked quickly when Bumblestar expressed clear… what was it called again? But all Riversong knew was that Bumblestar seemed kind of glad to announce RiverClan’s losses. How could she celebrate the taking of lives? And RiverClan’s leader was missing? No, they told themselves. They’re heartless murderers. They don’t deserve this sympathy. But was it wise to start the gathering without them? Did they deserve that? It doesn’t matter, it won’t matter, it will never matter. It was probably for the best. If Riversong caught sight of the two stupid apprentices again, they’d probably grab them both and slam their heads against the ground.
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Larkspring yawned from where they sat, then snapped their jaws shut. If another WindClan warrior caught them napping during the Gathering, Larkspring would never hear the end of it. ThunderClan against RiverClan? Pffft, it was an endless fight. So what was the point of an endless battle? Suddenly remembering their new reassigned apprentice, Larkspring tried to find their pelt in the crowd. Hopefully they weren’t being cornered or whatever. Then Larkspring would become Larkpaw again. Larkspring shuddered and continued looking around. @Snips (Also Open)
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-Hollowfoot-
Male, 67 Moons
WINDCLAN - Warrior
A large, built, gray tom with four scattered lighter markings and green eyes.
Family: Father Elkgrowl, mother Lilypelt. Brother of ???, and ???.
Purrks: Honed Skill (unused), Shadowfiend, Primal Instincts, and Death Defier (unused).
Hollowfoot's claws shot into the dirt as he heard of the ThunderClan leader's achievements. Breathing, he calmed himself. Nudging through to just about where the leaders stood he gazed at them evenly, his tail relaxed and low.
"Miss Bumblestar," he bowed his head respectfully, nodding to the other leaders near. When his large head rose, he narrowed his eyes. "It seems you may have grievances with me. Yet... this Moontail..., would you care to explain who this is to everyone so we all might better understand or recall who you're connecting me with? The name seems familiar, but I have trouble remembering everything."
When her apprentice begins to speak she can't help but giggle, the movement of her body moving the other's as his paws rest atop her fallen 'corpse'. And when he begins to giggle, well, clover can't help but giggle louder! That is until the big, bad, Bumblystar begins to address the gathering of cats below the stone she sits upon. That was right! This was supposed to be for giving announcements and stuff-- they ought to pay attention! Springing back to clover's paws, she quickly moves to push Hushpaw into a crouch so she can crouch beside him, a paw placed gently atop his head.
"Shoot, Hushy, they started talking already! We gotta listen!" Clover whispers over to her apprentice, glancing to him from the corners of clover's eyes. Didn't wanna make Twilystar look bad now! "Okay, okay, let's listen up now..."
And it all ends up being some nonsense that doesn't concern her. Somethin' about killing Riverclan cats and also Thunderclan cats and then a buuuuunch of apprentices and some other names being given... Boooring! Didn't Thunderclan have anything else to talk about aside from BLOOD, DEATH, AND TRIUMPH!! What was with the obsession of making them seem sooo strong and unbeatable all the time? Didn't make sense to clover so clover didn't care. Snickering to herself and Hushpaw still huddled in close at clover's side, she keeps her tone a whisper.
"Man, they kinda suck, don't they? What're they so bitey for? Sounds like it gets tiring-- maybe we should rename 'em Badgerclan for being so touchy and bitey all the time!"
Hushpaw
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9/100
9 moons || he/him || WindClan Apprentice medium furred tom w/ black, grey and white fur; gold eyes
Hushpaw lets out a small 'oof' as his mentor shoves him into a crouch to listen to the announcements. It's not exactly as thrilling as he'd anticipated it being, though Bumblestar boasts about their victory over the RiverClan cats who are not here which is, like, fine and all, but it's not particularly important. Why air out your grievances with cats who aren't even here to defend themselves? Something about it rubs the black and white apprentice the wrong way, he's all for gloating about his own achievements, but at least he'd give those he's gloating over a chance to actually, like, sing their own praises.
Golden eyes light with mischief when Cloverhoney teases the ThunderClan leader and he snickers with mirth. "BadgerClan! Maybe their leader can be renamed YapStar cuz she keeps sayin' a whole lotta nothing!" It's lighthearted teasing and the WindClan apprentice dissolves into a small fit of silent giggles, falling against his mentor to steady himself.
Whisperingpaw padded into the gathering, his usual sour look etched on his face. He walked over to the side and loafed, his ear flicking. Would anything happen that involved Windclan? Everything was about Thunderclan and Riverclan fighting.
[Open]
Featherpaw sighed. Socialisation, that's what this night is about... So I should socialise with others. Too bad I've not met many... friendly faces... in other clans. Adjusting the feathers behind his ear, he searched carefully for another cat. Noticing another apprentice, based on how young they looked, from Wind...Clan? he guessed, based on their heathery, earthy scent. "Oh. Hello there. You happened to be a lonely fellow, and frankly... so am I. My name is Featherpaw, what might your name be?" This cat appeared to have had a sour mood, maybe some social interaction(and Featherpaw's typical antics) would help? Or maybe it would make their mood worse? At least WindClan and ShadowClan were on good terms for now, that way Featherpaw wouldn't run the risk of getting torn to shreds. He could handle himself though, even if a fight broke out. Oh dear, why was he thinking of that occurring? This was supposed to be a night of peace, not war!
Featherpaw's tail flicked in anticipation, waiting for this cat to respond.
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Flashpaw slunk into the clearing. Her jade eyes were wide, flicking left and right nervously. A big, scary place full of big, scary cats. She'd never been to a gathering, after all. Flashpaw tasted the air-- so many scents!-- and after a moment of the different clan stinks bathing her tongue she couldn't stand the stink of some nearby cat and swiped it over her jaws before clamping them shut. She wanted very badly to find some source of comfort among the big, tough cats. Some were skinny and lanky (WindClan she guesses), while others were muscular and heavyset. She noticed the muscles rippling beneath multiple cats' pelts. She shrank backward, bumping into a tom. "S-Sorry." She stammered. These cats were way too scary. She hurried out of the group of big buff cats and hurried toward an empty area. It was so cramped she had to squirm and weave to reach it. It was near the front, so she stared wwide-eyed up at Bumblestar as she spoke. "Th-tha-tha-that's a-a-a-a st-stro-strong l-loo-loo-look-looking cat." she stutter-commented, and shuffled her paws as she settled down.
Flashpaw was never the social type. Cats scared her, with their talkative maws and loud, booming voices when they're angry. She was frightened of their long claws and disgusted by their strong scents. She curled her tail around her paws and crouched down to look at the leaders instead. Dawnstar looked proud and worthy of the cat next to her, Bumblestar, who was the big strong cat she'd noticed. Flashpaw could have a million conversations without stuttering in her head, and she wanted to be like Dawnstar, who was confident. She was really nervous. Flashpaw recalled her mentor's tactic and began to 'float' in her mind.
[OPEN]
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alec is in the corner. bean is poking me with a stick.
A tall tri-colored she-cat with blue/green heterochromia.
a light Russian accent [purr after an R]
Purrk(s): Monkey's Paw (wish & withdrawal determined)
Not the most social cat
Maplepaw didn't really react much to Bumblestar's little... "boast" about her attacking RiverClan while it was already weak. Maplepaw didn't really like the fish-cats, but attacking a clan while it was already at its weakest until it's enough to drive them out? Well... she didn't agree, but didn't disagree either. Both ThunderClan and RiverClan were pains in the ass, so Maplepaw didn't really care if one was driven out. Heck, drive both out. Drive out the two problems, then the forest would be peaceful.
Maplepaw glanced around--and came directly face-to-face with another apprentice, one with a crabby looking face, and she almost jumped out of her boots. Her legs froze and her face froze and... everything froze. What was she supposed to do? This cat appeared out of nowhere. Was Maplepaw supposed to talk? Was she supposed to tap their shoulder?
Featherpaw sighed. Socialisation, that's what this night is about... So I should socialise with others. Too bad I've not met many... friendly faces... in other clans. Adjusting the feathers behind his ear, he searched carefully for another cat. Noticing another apprentice, based on how young they looked, from Wind...Clan? he guessed, based on their heathery, earthy scent. "Oh. Hello there. You happened to be a lonely fellow, and frankly... so am I. My name is Featherpaw, what might your name be?" This cat appeared to have had a sour mood, maybe some social interaction(and Featherpaw's typical antics) would help? Or maybe it would make their mood worse? At least WindClan and ShadowClan were on good terms for now, that way Featherpaw wouldn't run the risk of getting torn to shreds. He could handle himself though, even if a fight broke out. Oh dear, why was he thinking of that occurring? This was supposed to be a night of peace, not war!
Featherpaw's tail flicked in anticipation, waiting for this cat to respond.
Whisperingpaw(135/100)
Beefed Up T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE]
Whisperingpaw listened to Bumblestar and how they talked about the beef with Riverclan. Who had started this anyways? 'Wasn't Thunderclan supposed to be the loyal, peaceful clan?' He thought, almost jumping out of his fur when a cat appeared in front of him. His fur bristled for a moment before calming down. 'I need to control my temper. Need to be nicer.' Whisperingpaw thought. He opened his mouth to greet the pretty molly, but another apprentice started blabbering rudely. Could the tom not see Whisperingpaw and the pretty molly were going to interact? "Whisperingpaw." He growled at the tom.
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