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Week of Aug 2, 2025

LIGHT UP THE NIGHT SKY ౨ৎ gathering return





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Everything that unfolded within the gathering had put him in a temporary shock, he hadn't been expecting for there to be death or let alone more than one, and he isn't certain if he wishes to attend another one of those gatherings. Especially if everyone seemed to be lustful for blood and that thought itself causes the fur on his neck to bristle as he walks alongside Nutmegpurr as the both of them start heading in the direction of home.

When she parts her jaws to speak, he is removed from his mind and begins to flood with several thoughts and the chimera glances in her direction with a frown pulling at the sides of his mouth "I… I don't know." He admits to her only to feel the way that their fur brush together faintly and he bumps his shoulder against her own in a reassuring manner only to see a few of their clanmates returning and those that had stayed home approach. His ear flicks to the side listening to the Gale Guard call for both leader and deputy, he makes sure that his gaze doesn't meet with Goldenroar's deciding to focus his attention elsewhere, and blinks his clay toned pools wondering if Dustystar would make them all go to the next gathering.

Meadowpaw runs towards her sister to bury themselves within her feathery chest and he shifts his gaze towards Merrystalk as he begins to speak. "It's best that we keep our heads low… we don't need the other clans' bloodlust turnt on us next." The last thing that they needed was Skyclan targeting Windclan or another clan with their claws and fangs directed at them, a life for a life seemed fair but… why had it been done in front of so many eyes and Starclan itself? The starry cats must've seen everything start to violently unravel from Silverpelt, right? If Hawkstar had been proving a point, she had succeeded in doing so and making herself as well as the rest of her clan seem like a pack of feral dogs ready to tear and gnaw through flesh and bone. As Merrystalk called them all… hooligans, that's what they were.

Roostertuft isn't pleased with the fact that there would be another gathering allegedly due to a Starclanner ascending from the skies to tell them that they needed to. It did sound like a load of bullshit.

"I think I'd much rather graze like a heifer than end up sharing the same space as the other clans... even if it's just for a night." Rooster snorts sarcastically in response with both of his ears laying flat against his skull but of course, it would all be up to Dustystar on whether or not that they'll continue going to these gatherings. Maybe it'd grow less tense and simpler later down in the future but as of right now, the tomcat can't see that as a possibility where the clans can coexist amongst one another or even within their own clan. The thought of a warrior killing their own leader… he tries not to think about it, he doesn't wish to linger on these gruesome thoughts and instead tries to focus on Dustystar to see what her final decision may be.
FACES ILLUMINATED IN THE DARK
ROOSTERTUFT
WINDCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM​
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a large, longhaired black smoke tortie/blue ticked tabby chimera with a pair of earthy toned eyes and low white
has complicated feelings towards goldenroar and subtly interested in nutmegpurr

charismatic, stubborn, adventurous, aloof, and awkward would be a few words that describe roostertuft as an individual. a former barncat that's getting accustomed to clan life after the events of the barn burning down, he oftentimes misses the life before it burnt down yet he's someone who'll adapt to change.

Week of Jul 26, 2025

omach init ──✩°。⋆⸜ The First Gathering


Stormcrow's eyes scan the clearing alongside Flowercloud's, though she knows not what to look for. As soon as Flowercloud points the villain out, however, her eyes lock on their target– talking to his leader, the coward. Did Juniperstar know? She had seemed so meek when she asked for their attendance, yet there she stood, no doubt preparing to defend her murderous clan member.

At her king's command, she follows on the heels of Flowercloud, weaving through the gathered cats with the skill of one used to jumping from tree to tree, weaving through branches.

"I'll cover his back," she hisses to Flowercloud, low enough not to be overheard by the scheming leader and her follower. "He won't get away again, I swear it."

She gives Flowercloud a nod, then veers right, coming up to the brown tom from behind, her ears flat to her head.

"I advise you not to try and run again," she growls to Owlbark. "Though, cowardly as you are, I suspect such advice is lost on you."

She shoots an icy glance towards Juniperstar, but says nothing, her eyes quickly fixing on Owlbark again, even as her king speaks. She will not let him out of her sight.

STORMCROW. 54 moons
temporary mentor of teaselpaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - addressing @flowercloud then @OWLBARK


Week of Jul 19, 2025

my mother told me - bringing back body


LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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SkyClan falls in easily, each soldier primed and ready for their next order, each set of claws at Hawkstar's command, each set of fangs ready to be bared for their fallen clanmate. For their friend. For their family.

For their brother. For their son.

Hawkstar's electric blue slips from Flowercloud to Maiseyleg. Duskpool. Swallowbreeze. To each and every warrior she had at her disposal. And then to each apprentice that slunk behind them with wide, inexperienced eyes, the kind of eyes that had maybe known of death but hadn't quite conceptualized it yet. Too young, too kind, too sweet. Anger sparks in Hawkstar's chest for them, for the children of her clan who shouldn't have to be acquainted with this dark underbelly of their life so soon.

Duskpool offers something and Hawkstar pushes down the urge to smack him about the ears for his stupidity. "A clan with a leader, a deputy, and a medicine cat is a clan that knows the code. If they refuse to acknowledge it, they can not be dismissed as rogues. They can be torn apart because they are parasites. At least rogues can claim ignorance instead of sacrilege."

She turns her glare back to Flowercloud, determined. "Then so be it. Stand with deputies tonight, act as if you have all the authority that position would give you. Let him see you, find his face. Then let him see your son's blood on your fur and on my paws. We're not giving him the mercy of subtlety."

"Snowveil, Milkheart." the pointed leader flicked her tail, pitching her voice up and towards her former mentor and her friend so that Snowveil may hear the need for justice she instilled in her apprentice all those years ago. "Help Swallowbreeze clean and prepare the body. We will not bury him until our return. Not until I know who to blame. I'll drag Juniperstar here if I have to. I will make sure she memorizes the face of the son she killed." Because even if it were the most unhinged of ThunderClan's warriors that made the killing blow, it was still their leader that had to answer for the failing of her command. SkyClan's warriors would never dare such an act, not when their king had such control of her kingdom.

But SkyClan's warriors were also noble, true, and instilled with respect for the code and the lives of the cats around them. They had shown that much during the journey, during their first interaction with RiverClan, and in all moments in which Hawkstar deigned to test them. Every single time she put them to the sword, her warriors came back better and wiser. Why was it that other leaders could not do the same?

"Fujimoto, Duskpool, Stormcrow, Cherrydawn, Mousefang, Maiseyleg, Swallowbreeze." Hawkstar singles each of them out with a pointed glare from her good eye, her electric blue zinging from cat to cat as she named them. "I will need you at my side at this Gathering. Be prepared to fight. Be prepared to win. But do not strike first. Maiseyleg, I will need you to be prepared to run back to camp to alert the warriors I leave behind if it comes to violence. You and Downypaw will be our messengers. Stonepaw,"

"You will stay behind with Cometglow, Outlawbite, Fitzgerald, and Sagesong. If ShadowClan or ThunderClan choose cowardice tonight, it will be your duties to get our most vulnerable to safety, and then yourselves. Get to the trees and get high. We have strengths up higher than the other clans."

She pauses, her chest almost heaving with the effort it took to stay calm and reasonable, to think rather than act. To breathe rather than feel. "You all have one hour until we depart. I suggest you all prepare yourselves for whatever this night will bring."

/ anybody NOT mentioned may choose whether to stay or go of their own accord



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64 moons
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Week of Jul 12, 2025

just this and that [ gifts + intro ]


Bunnykit's haul is big enough. At least she thinks so until Lotuskit pipes up to ask Honeycombkit if she can handle her own gathering. To the young kit's chagrin, when she turns to glance at her other littermate, she has been outdone by the other; they both have. It had been Lotuskit's idea to do this and Bunnykit had agreed for two primary reasons: because she likes pretty things and gifts, and because she wants to make sure she looks good in front of her mother and father. How many other kits were gathering bouquets like these for their parents? Surely it is just Bunnykit and her sisters who have such heartfelt sentimentality! Still, Bunnykit cannot help but to feel competitive about the gathering.

"If you drop it, it'll just end up getting all dirty...! That'd be gross," Bunnykit remarks, placing her own bundle of flowers and pretty green stems at her paws (daintily, of course) to help Honeycombkit with her larger bundle. She barely has time to begin to support Honeycombkit's gift before Lotuskit is asking if she's 'ready' and then turning without waiting to hear an answer. She huffs, stomping a small paw in indignation, but ultimately following Lotuskit's charge. She picks up her small bouquet of yellow and orange wildflowers, interspersed with tall and short grasses and fronds of... some sort. Thankfully they aren't really traveling, per se.

Bunnykit follows shortly after Lotuskit with Honeycombkit in tow. She's only a little twinged that her sister presents her gift first, but she does suppose that she had been the one to propose the idea. "Hiii Mom and Dad," Bunnykit chirps joyfully, bouncing toward them and placing her own bounty in front of Sweetnose's paws. "And I made this for you," she smiles up at her father, seeking approval. "And Lotuskit is right, you guys can both share the pretty stuff." Bunnykit nods excitedly, thinking of how they might be able to decorate their area of the nursery with the flowers, too.

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  • maybe one day ill put a ref here idk OOOHH JUMPSCARE u owe me 5fk now
  • BUNNYKIT she/her, windclanner, two moons.
    SH chocolate sepia point with amber eyes.
    mentored by none / mentoring no one
    sweetnose x honeyflower, sister to honeycombkit and lotuskit
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by carat! (ccaarraatt on discord), feel free to dm for plots.

Week of Jul 5, 2025

better days || returning with injured [open]

In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness and you fill my head with you

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It hurt. Stars, it hurt so much. Marbleshine drifted between the pull of unconsciousness and the sting of reality, caught in a haze thick with pain. Every breath burned, every heartbeat throbbed through her wounds like a drumbeat of agony. She wanted to let the darkness take her, to sink into its embrace where there was no more hurting… but she couldn't. She had to hold on, for them. So they wouldn't worry. So they wouldn't see how close she was to breaking.

A voice cut through the buzz of her fading focus. Familiar. Fierce. Sealpaw. Marbleshine blinked slowly, eyes sluggishly dragging toward the sound. The young apprentice stood there, so bright, so strong, so full of fire. Her heart ached with love and pride and a wash of doubt. Have I done right by you...? Can you still be proud of me? Do I even deserve to be called your-- The word withered before it fully formed. She didn't have the right to call herself that. Not yet. Not if she kept failing... But wait.. Hadn't the word slipped from Sealpaw herself...?

She heard Sealpaw's voice rise in alarm, screaming to Wolfpack. Marbleshine wanted to reassure her, to say I'm okay, it's not that bad. But all she managed was a faint, pained groan, barely a whisper against the storm in her chest. Then another voice. One she knew just as deeply. Possumgrin. He reached them with a choked sound, pain raw in his throat. Her bloodied cheek pressed against Wolfpack's fur again as her eyes slid shut briefly. Safe. She was safe. And they were here. They were all here.

More shouting. She wanted to tell them not to fight, no need to yell, not now, not like this. Everything was too loud, too sharp, her body ached with every step. But then they were moving again, and the camp fell away behind them. The cool shade of the medicine den wrapped around her like a shadow, and-- " Seal… " The name slipped from her lips in a gasp, like a prayer. She couldn't see her anymore. Wolfpack didn't slow. Sealpaw hadn't followed. Please don't be angry. Please don't cry.

Possumgrin. Her gaze found him again, just barely. He looked scared. So scared. She mustered what strength she had left, forcing a faint, warm blink. A flicker of reassurance through all the pain. " I… will be okay… " she breathed out, the words barely audible.

And then Wolfpack lowered her from his back. The instant she hit the nest, the weight of her injuries crashed down like a landslide. Her body screamed. The pain was blinding. A strangled cry tore from her throat as tears welled in her eyes again, hot and helpless. But even through the pain, she clung to one truth: They were here. She wasn't alone. And somehow… that was enough.
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