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[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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It was an odd sort of gathering before him, but still, Copperstorm had wanted to come. He needed to keep an eye on the apprentices, on his son too. His gaze found Boarpaw first, the young tom already chatting away with a RiverClanner, tail flicking in easy rhythm. Was this the first time they'd met? Perhaps during the Gathering... or had Boarpaw snuck out of camp before? His whiskers twitched, a brief flicker of suspicion that quickly gave way to resigned amusement. No, he decided. There was no use chasing shadows today. Asterpaw and Dreampaw caught his attention next, the latter under ThunderClan's care for now until he would return to ShadowClan. They, too, seemed content enough, speaking to a RiverClanner near the edge of the rocks. For now, at least, peace held steady between their clans.

Still... Too many scents, too many faces. The mingling of ThunderClan and RiverClan made his fur prickle with unease, not for lack of civility, but because it reminded him too much of old battles and old scars. Copperstorm found a rock near the edge of the Sunningrocks and leapt onto it, the stone still warm beneath his paws. He sat, posture easy but alert, golden eyes flicking across the gathering with careful precision. He didn't speak, didn't feel the need to. He was here to watch, to ensure all remained well.

Yet beneath the calm mask, tension coiled deep in his chest. His father's shadow stretched far, even here among the sunlight and laughter. Charcoal's cruelty had scorched too many, and some RiverClanners still bore the memory of it. Copperstorm knew there were faint traces of that monster in his own face... His build, his coloring, his stare when his patience frayed. He hated it. He didn't want to see those eyes staring back at him when another cat looked his way.

So he stayed where he was, quiet, distant, a silent guardian. Watching. Listening. Keeping the peace in the only way he knew how. A soft sigh slipped past his lips, his tail curling lightly over his paws as his gaze swept once more across the clearing. For now, the apprentices were safe. That was enough.

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[Fawnkit]

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She said that out loud, didn't she? Looking up at this tall RiverClanner in front of her now...he seemed tall, but still young. Could he still be an apprentice? She felt blood rush to her face and ears, staring into his icy eyes... cold, but Fawnkit could get lost in them.

"We don't eat fish in ThunderClan!" she proclaimed, her mouth tasting gross even at the thought of that. "We eat rodents though! And birds! My favorite is pigeon, what's yours?" She barely stopped to take a breath, excited to share her clan's life with this tall apprentice. No secrets though! She wouldn't reveal any to someone from a different clan, nuh-uh!

Another pale apprentice joined them before the tall one could answer and Fawnkit felt herself blushing even more - this one seemed worried about her, how sweet. Though she was big and capable, so there was no need for such stress. "Hey - my mother is here!" she turned around to point at her, but Sunleap had gotten lost in the crowd of cats. "...somewhere." No matter, Fawnkit had two apprentices in front of her, she didn't need mother's watchful gaze - she was perfectly fine on her own...well, on her own with these two.

She's so small

Fawnkit thought she was quite big for her age, her mother had been telling her she had taken well to food, her round belly reflecting that nicely. Though, she supposed, next to these apprentices, she was rather small... and they were so tall...especially the one with the curled ears. Oh what a fun day this was going to be for her!

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[Heartpaw]

Everything stays right where you left it
Everything stays
But it still changes
Ever so slightly, daily and nightly
In little ways, when everything stays

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Heartpaw padded quietly after the group of ThunderClanners, her paws light but her heart heavy. Her golden eyes darted around the clearing, wide and uncertain. Every flicker of movement, every raised voice made her flinch just a little. She told herself over and over: Juniperstar and Owlbark are here. Everything will be fine. They won't let anything happen. But even so, her tail stayed low, brushing the ground as her heartbeat fluttered like a trapped moth. Up ahead, she spotted Asterpaw and Lavenderpaw. They seemed close, laughing, chatting easily. Heartpaw blinked, curious.

Could you… be friends with a cat from another Clan? Without it going wrong? Without anyone getting hurt? She didn't know. But it looked so nice.

Her thoughts scattered as a familiar scent reached her, Dreampaw. Her ears perked, her eyes brightened and then she caught herself, her paws faltering for just a heartbeat. Dreampaw was here, yes… but only for now. He'd go back to ShadowClan, to his other friends, to the life that wasn't hers. She was just a blip in the life of Dreampaw... Her chest ached with something she couldn't quite name, and she quickly looked down, scuffing a paw against the grass. Still she couldn't just stand here. She had to do something. She could be kind. She could be brave. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward toward the group, her whiskers trembling.

" Hello..! " she piped up gently, her voice was small but warm, her shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she looked at Lavenderpaw. " I'm Heartpaw… Y-you made friends with Asterpaw? He's nice. Dreampaw is too! " She nodded sagely, as if she were saying something very important, a hopeful flick of her tail. " T-this is nice, right? Not having to spit or hiss about the Sunningrocks and just… enjoying it all together? "

Her gaze flicked between them, nervous but glowing, as if she truly wanted, no she needed to believe that maybe peace could last.

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tagging @DREAMPAW @ASTERPAW & @lavenderpaw

 

[Shimmerstone]

It was unexpected, the way Boarpaw quickly moved forward to headbutt her, even more surprising the way she just... let it happen. Most cats didn't get the opportunity to get near her, met with sheathed paws to bat them away or a not-so-soft growl to warn them off, but they had grown to respect each other from across the river and though this was their first time properly talking - they had seen each other at the first gathering that had taken place only a few moons prior but then all hell had broken loose - she didn't mind the touch, one from a trusted friend, someone she knew that despite their different clans would have her back. "Oooh, Leafbare? I've heard it's rough from the older warriors but I think you'll do just fine, you've got to be one of the best apprentices ThunderClan's seen, right?" She just knew it, and the way she worded it wasn't a question but a fact. Her friend was one of the best, whether or not he liked to fight and battle - everyone had their strengths.

He commented on the growing pains, paws tucking closer to himself as he forced himself to shrink inward for just that moment, sharing that small tidbit with her as a small frown grew on her maw, chewing on the inside of her cheek for just a moment before she'd stand to her paws, at the same time she'd move her tail and her head to the side, a quick "follow me" motion as she'd move through cats to the edge of the water, paws slowly stepping into the warm water, turning to face Boarpaw as she moved backwards into the river as it lapped at her legs. "Here, get in, but not too far, just enough to cover your legs, or you can get in enough to lie down and it to cover up to your stomach, it'll help." A small trick she'd learned when she was going through the same thing, albeit when she was younger, something that all RiverClanners learned eventually as they swam - at least those that did swim - that the water helped when they were growing, helped the elders of the clan when they had joint issues. "I'm not gonna teach you to swim or nothin'" He'd get made fun of probably, and besides no one in ThunderClan ate fish that she knew of, and it meant less food for her own clan, "But I'll let you in on this little secret." There had to be someone in ThunderClan who knew of this, right? So she wasn't sharing too much of a secret, so it'd be fine, right?

When they were settled - whether it be lying in the water for a moment or simply standing in it, paws clutching down on the sand beneath them - she'd continue with the conversation, thinking on the question before shaking her head. "I didn't think about it much until I got it, I feel like if it didn't fit me then I could probably ask Pikestar to change it but it ended up fitting... he ends up picking pretty good names whether it's actually him or StarClan that chooses them in the end." She'd look to him for a moment before continuing once more, "I think Juniperstar will pick a good one for you, she's your mentor right so she knows you pretty well? Who best to pick your name for you than your own mentor huh?" Especially since there was no resentment that Boarpaw had spoken of held between Juniperstar and him, it meant she'd pick a name that was good, and not something like Boardirt.

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SHIMMERSTONE she/her, riverclan 12 moons old.
all white cat masking cinnamon tortie
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[ASTERPAW]

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He swallows feeling the way that his heart seems to beat rapidly against his chest and he fears if it continues it might hop right out of his chest, he blinks his auburn eyes at Lavenderpaw, and couldn't help the warm, fuzzy feeling at knowing that the two of them had prepared to look their best in hopes of seeing one another. A part of him wishes to tell the molly to join him elsewhere away from prying eyes yet he's too focused on the words that slip out from her jaws and she mentions her sisters to him, he blinks his warm eyes at her and flicks an ear to the side with a nod of his head "Of course! I bet they're uhm, cool like you." Truthfully, no one could hold a candle to Lavenderpaw and he was moreso interested in the gray molly than her sisters but if she wished for him to meet them then he wouldn't be opposed to it.

"Are they h-here s-somewhere?" The chocolate tabby asks as his gaze briefly scans the clearing for any sign of cats that potentially looked like they would be related to Lavenderpaw and turns his attention to her once more waiting to see if she'd hunt them down within the crowd so he could meet them. He's sure that they must be nice or that's what he hopes anyways and a part of him prays that they don't look down at him for being sickly, his paws shuffle at the thought, and instead tries to focus his attention towards his dear friend once more.

She reassures him that the pair of butterfly wings are the ones that she had wanted and that they're perfect. That answer alone is enough to soothe any anxiety that tries to surface itself and show its ugly face, a shy smile forming on his facial features, and he gives a nod of his helm "Only if you're certain... I wouldn't hesitate to get you anything else if you asked." Asterpaw would get her any kind of gift if she so much as glanced in its direction... He's about to say more and is distracted by Lavenderpaw that he doesn't realize the approaching form of his sister.

It takes everything in him not to jump up from where he sits or wince at her sudden approach, the chocolate tabby's head snaps in her direction and an ugly feeling stirs within his chest... what if Lavenderpaw took more interest in Dreampaw than him? She didn't struggle to breathe, to exist, and she excels where he falls short or fails. She's perfect when he is not. The feeling doesn't lessen when he hears that the both of them had met at the gathering and he can't imagine the words possibly shared (he didn't want to think about it), he bites down on his tongue to refrain from telling his littermate to go away, and instead swallows the unkindness that he wishes to brandish despite how bitter it tastes.

Jealousy.

Asterpaw finds himself jealous of Dreampaw.

The half-clan prince clears his throat awkwardly only to offer a light shrug and offers a small smile "Ah, I see that the two of you have m-met!" He pauses for a heartbeat glancing in the direction of Lavenderpaw and then tilts his head to the side, "Uhm yes, this is my littermate... Dreampaw." He's prepared to say more until another apprentice approaches the trio and it causes the tip of his tail to rattle like a frustrated serpent. He tries to hide said frustration by offering a well-intended smile in the direction of Heartpaw and he nods in agreement "It's really nice... I prefer this over the hissing and spitting between Thunderclan and Shadowclan. Or Skyclan." His voice a bit sharper than how it had started.

/ interacting with @lavenderpaw @DREAMPAW @Heartpaw

CITY OF STARS; ARE YOU SHINING JUST FOR ME?

ASTERPAW

THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM/THEY/THEM​

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a runty, longhaired chocolate tabby with clay toned eyes and low white. a sickly apprentice with small patches of fevercoat left over in his pelt, kitten fuzz, and fat that clings to him but is fading away to give way to a taller/more lanky build
sickly child of loonstar and sablestar; littermate of dreampaw and magpiepaw; padding after lavenderpaw

asterpaw's an introverted apprentice that keeps to himself for the most part unless family's involved, he usually keeps his head low and eyes averted so he doesn't make direct eye contact. once, he actually gets to know someone is he more open towards them and can prove to be a devoted friend. once he's comfortable around other individuals, he tends to speak a lot more and sometimes over shares about himself without realizing it. he hates that he was born sickly but despite it, he tries to overcome it and pushes himself harder than any of the apprentices

 

[FLICKERDANCE]

Flickerpaw is entirely too apprehensive of this. It's difficult to tell if Juniperstar is immaturely naive, or if they hope to gain something here that could act as a ThunderClan advantage... Flickerpaw fears it's the former. Getting your throat ripped out in front of every cat would have forced Flickerpaw into a defensive corner, from where she would only spat and hiss—not turn around and offer herself on a silver platter.

Of course, it's not like RiverClan has done anything bad so far. But who's to say they won't? Won't run with this olive branch of Juniperstar's offering and strike when ThunderClan least expects it from a so-called ally?

Flickerpaw stifles an unhappy groan as she settles on a wider stone, allowing the warmth of it to seep into her and calm her nerves a little. Regardless of how she feels about all this, it won't be a good look if she grumbles and looks at anyone with hostility. She might as well try to appear... normal. Friendly. Open. Ugh. Her ear flicks as the waves carry the sound of cross-Clan chattering between apprentices. Flickerpaw doesn't see sense in making friendships here. It'd be fickle and fragile; a future battle over prey or territory is all it takes for it to crumble. Why waste all that effort?

That being said, Flickerpaw isn't about to spend hours in complete solitude and silence. Boredom would kill her. So, when she notices a RiverClan warrior lay down from across her, she clears her throat.

"We ought to sunbathe while we still can,"

she says, embarrassed of her own lame opener.

"Soon it'll be too cold for this."

Okay, small talk is not her forte, not when it's a cat she is wholly unfamiliar with. At least she's trying. In an attempt to cool herself down, Flickerpaw scoots forward and allows her paws to dip into the shallow parts of the river. Surprisingly cold; refreshing.

Talking to @Crowvortex but open to any interaction!

 

[GINGERFLAME]

Truth be told he was a bit wary about this party, considering what happened with Skyclan at the gathering. As much as he wants to believe nothing bad would happen, its best to remain vigilant. Something the apprentices of their clans have thrown out the window. Not that he minds in the slightest. At least they're enjoying themselves. It means that this little party between their clans isn't a total loss. He looks to Owlbark who has decided to be by his lonesome. Juniperstar? She is chatting with the leader of Riverclan and its deputy. Who should I talk to? It would be boring not to do something, but I'm not really in the mood for being happy for a long time.

Red eyes land on a lone chocolate mackerel molly. She seemed quite content to dry herself on one of the Sunningrocks. He decided it would be best to join her. It didn't seem like she was a talkative one either, so he didn't need to concern himself with keeping up with long conversations. Climbing onto a rock nearby, he lets out a sigh of relief. The sun did wonders on his aching bones. He couldn't imagine how it felt for the Riverclanner beside him. Languidly he turns his head in her direction and meows, "Enjoying the sun?" If she didn't answer, it wouldn't bother him much. He could see for himself that she was basking in the sun for however long Juniperstar allowed it.

COAL TO DIAMOND ✩₊˚.⋆☾ 𓃦 ☽⋆⁺₊✧ SOLD TO FOOLS

• interacting with @Russetfall
• GINGERFLAME

  — forager of thunderclan
  🗡 21 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 14th — mentoring cardinalpaw
  🗡 speech is "#F2935C" — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  🗡 short haired cream tabby with vibrant red eyes
  🗡 peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  🗡 penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms

 

[hyacinthrain hyacinthrain]

Interacting with @Russetfall​

Hyacinthrain walked gently, their steps quiet as they pressed paws against grass, before it turned to smooth stone and sand. Finding a shallow part was the hardest part as they pressed through the water surrounding these rocks, but they knew a bit of swimming if worst case scenario came to play. At least how to keep afloat.

They didn't come to these rocks often, blue and gold eye uneasy as they pulled themselves free from the water, shaking water that soaked their multicoloured pelt free and sending it in droplets all around them before looking at the scene. Riverclanners and thunderclanners alike sat in almost seemingly harmony, talking as if they weren't two separate clans. Talking as if they knew each other closely. They took an uneasy shaky breath, pushing forward to find unoccupied space- and without any around, they settled to sit next to a riverclan warrior, beginning to lap the water from thick chest fur.

"This, um. Its nice, to see uh, clans harmonizing. I heard the uh, gathering wasn't very ideal, so it's nice to see this." Hyacinthrain started, before dipping back to move over their shoulder. "What do you think?"

 

[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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This mini Gathering was a kind idea, whether it would end well, though, was yet to be seen. Littlebrook's teal eyes swept across the clearing, quietly taking in the sight of so many cats gathered together. Her tail trailed lazily into the water she adored, cool ripples brushing her fur as she tucked her paws neatly beneath her chest. She would not speak. Not yet. For now, she preferred to watch. She observed the nervous apprentice lingering at the edge, the ones who chattered easily between clans, their laughter bright and fleeting. Her gaze lingered a moment longer on Lavenderpaw, ensuring the young one seemed safe amidst the ThunderClan crowd and, thankfully, she was. Her eyes moved then, soft but sharp, catching Shimmerstone in quiet conversation with a ThunderClan tom she recognized from the bloodied Gathering before. The memory flickered through her mind like the shadow of a passing cloud, gone as quickly as it came.

Finding Frostmoth among the crowd brought her a small measure of calm, he looked steady enough. Her gaze wandered to Pikestar and Juniperstar, offering them both a silent, polite nod before releasing a soft, tired sigh. No raised voices. No hostility. Not yet. Perhaps… perhaps she could relax, just for a moment. Her eyes fell upon Russetfall, surrounded by two ThunderClanners, and for a heartbeat she considered joining her friend, just to be sure she was managing well enough. But no. Russetfall was capable, always had been. Littlebrook exhaled, shoulders easing.

" As long as all is well... " she murmured softly, closing her eyes halfway and letting the warmth of the afternoon sun wash over her face. For once, she allowed herself a moment of quiet peace.

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