Gathering 2025 TC RC Less rare than scarce, Less diamond than rough // Shimmerstone

[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

{$title} After hearing the actions of his parents in front of the entire gathering, Boarthorn leaves to seek Shimmerstone on the outskirts to seek comfort and company

Boarthorn found his paws wandering from the larger gathering, movement without thought. His mind was a blur of ringing and the semblance of panic on its edges. It had been a very, very very long time since it felt like everything he knew felt so upheaved. He knew he needed to talk to them away from the gathering, but oh, Starclan, there were too many cats.

He was too bumbling a figure, too large to shy away easily. The terror only clung to his pelt like a sickness he couldn't shake as he clentched his jaw harder and harder as he pressed away from the rest of his clanmates, the rest of the clans.

There was only one cat he needed to see.

Boar had no idea how or why his paws took her straight to her, not realising just how much comfort he felt as his gaze finally dragged from his oversized paws to see the shining pelt fill his gaze. His world had been turned on its head, and yet, there she was.

He had no idea when his eyes had begun to grow misty, nor when it felt like something sharp had wound its claws about his throat, but like an unflexed claw, he could finally take a shuddered breath. "Shimmersthone." Her name like an oasis on his maw. In the face of it all, seeing his very dearest friend made everything feel that little less daunting.

The oversized tabby didn't hesitate to press his forehead to her, a watery smile crossing his maw as his tail thudded slightly against the ground. "Sthtarclan, I am done with gatherings." He chuckled dryly. Every time something seemed to go horribly awry, the Riverclanner made it all a little easier on him.

He peered over his shoulder at the mass of the gathering; no one had followed him, to which he was grateful. Cats had a habit of trying to clamber to explain things, and he wanted an explanation, but not when he was stuck amongst strangers. So, until the conclusion, he wanted nothing more than to catch up with the other. "Pleathse tell me you're okay, at least, Shimmer."

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BOARTHORN He/They, Thunderclan Ranger, 12 moons.
A long-haired, blue ticked tabby tom with a prominent underbite, blue eyes and growing vitiligo.
mentored by Loonstar // mentoring no one
littermate to Saltpaw // sibling to Leveretkit
Copperstorm x Dewshine // parent to none // mated to no one
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.