PAFP Camp give them hell — pre-gathering chatter

[FITZGERALD]

Fitzgerald has never realized just how much he does on a day to day basis before. His body itches with the need to move, the need to do anything at all, but he is smart enough not to go against Swallowbreeze's wishes. Perhaps she wouldn't meet his recklessness with wrath, but the images of disappointment on her face is repellent enough against any silly idea that might come Fitzgerald's way.

Really, what he hates the most is missing tonight's fiasco. Grief has burrowed its way into his heart with the knowledge that his Clanmate had met an unjust end... but one only has to take a glance at Hawkstar's face to know that justice will come; she will carry it out like it is her duty to do so. Perhaps it is. Rosebelly had cruelly been taken from them. Who else would fight for what's right, if not Hawkstar herself?

Fitzgerald just wishes he could see the faces of ThunderClan when she arrives to the scene.

The full moon slowly but surely rises on the darkening sky, and with it, a foreboding breeze caresses the cats of SkyClan. Fitzgerald lays by the entrance of the medicine cat's den, watching his Clan pace restlessly while they wait.

"Duskpool!"

He calls out to the nearest warrior that passes him.

"You'll tell me all about the Gathering when you return, right? I wouldn't miss it for the world, but, y'know... timing's not been on my side, I guess."

The gashes along his body pulse, as if they hear his complaints.

Please wait for @DUSKPOOL !
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[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

The older warrior paused at the call of his name, mangled ears twitchin' against a scarred helm to see Fitzgerald by the medicine cat's den. His bulky frame pivoted, carryin' him toward the injured clanmate with a rumbled hum. "Sure thing, kiddo." He responded, deadpan guttural vibratin' his broad frame. "Reckon it'll be a lot of things." The first gatherin' as five clans. Possibly the first cross-clan murder. What a way to start the first full moon. Just tells ya how the rest of the moon is gonna go. Death and lawless creatures who ain't aware of a lot of things other than simply being existin'.

Heavin' a great big sigh, Duskpool glimpsed at the gashes dottin' the warrior's side with a subtle frown concealed beneath obsidian and ivory wool. "Reckon I can find some cobwebs too while I'm at it. Star knows we might need the stuff in bulk." He mused pessimistically, broad helm shaking. Considerin' where this gatherin' may go with the death of Rosebelly. Duskpool ain't too optimistic it ain't gonna end in blood spilt and open wounds, but if the time came, he'd be at the front, perhaps for revenge or to make sure his clanmates got their heads screwed on so that no other deaths would be taken.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
  
  ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
  ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
  ᯓ★ eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[SWALLOWBREEZE]

deciding to stay back was possibly the easiest decision swallowbreeze will ever make. the call for justice hangs in the camp as everyone prepares, tooth and claw gleaming in the creeping darkness. it makes her heart ache that she won't go, but her mind knows this is the safest option. still, she watches her clanmates sorrowfully.

this is a gathering worth missing out, the statement sits unused on her tongue as she gives fitzgerald's bandages a once over. she wonders how he feels watching his former apprentice walk into potential danger, fueled by grief and fury unlike the usually gentle tortoiseshell.

"we could use some more cobwebs, if you um, come across any." she perks up from duskpool's arrival, going over the herb count she'd done just an hour prior. she prayed to the stars that a fight wouldn't break out, but as rosebelly's blood stains their ground, she's not sure they're listening tonight. "they're easy to travel with if you wrap them around a stick."