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.

 

[Shimmerstone]

The gatherings were something that Shimmerstone would go to if she were asked to, things that seemed to end only in bad news and broken spirits for the things she had heard, the two she had seen. The only reason she hadn't outright refused when asked to go this time had been because she might be able to see her friend - she wasn't sure if he was guaranteed to go every time or not due to his mentor being the clan leader but she hoped so - and she had sat and listened to the news shared by each clan leader, each cat with the -star at the end of their name. It seemed as though there was death everywhere - some clans faring better than others - but when Sablestar had spoken of murder, saying that it was the fault of a ThunderClan cat, orange eyes couldn't help but flicker over in the direction of the forest-dwelling group, and by the time all the news had quickly been shared, the cats free to mingle before they were soon sent on their way home, she saw the movement of the tabby-pelted feline, moving himself out of his own group of clanmates, jaw clenched as paws moved himself away from those he knew and off in another direction.

Frown found itself on her own maw, concern clinging to the RiverClanner as she, too, moved from her own crowd of clanmates, moving towards her friend in the hopes to cut him off so she could see him, speak to him, make sure he was okay, even if it didn't look like he was in the moment. She didn't know his connection to Copperstorm or Coalstrike, didn't know why this would effect him as much as it seemed to be doing, but she knew she was going to be there for him - and it didn't take her long to catch up, for it seemed his own paws were leading him towards her anyway.

When they were finally close to each other she could see the mist coating his eyes, hear the way he shuddered as he spoke as if he was going to break down at any moment, and when he moved to press his forehead into her own, she didn't flinch away as she would have with others, instead she pressed back into his, trying to comfort the other the best she could for just the moment before he spoke once more, checking over his shoulder for just a moment before his attention was on her again, topic changing and him checking up on her, and in response she found her head nodding. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay." She'd speak in response, looking him over for a moment before she continued on, "You seem to be doing better, you don't look as beat up as you did last time we talked." A small joke, a small bit of the start of a conversation to lighten the mood. If he wanted to talk about what was going on now, she would listen, but she wouldn't pry - he'd speak about it on his own time, she knew.

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SHIMMERSTONE she/her, riverclan 13 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.

 

[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

He didn't try to mute the purr in the back of his throat as he had that moment of connection, smile melting across his maw in relief to hear she was okay. Starclan was kind enough, at least for her to have some respite.

Though he had to tilt his head with a curious smile as the molly seemed to check him over, the young warrior laughed as he realised her lighthearted teasing. "I'm finally healed up, you don't haveta fret. I've been behaving!" The tabby chuckled, letting his shoulders relax a little more, eyes crinkling in a smile. It never took much for her to lighten his mood, already feeling a little better, letting the hubbub fade behind him. "Other than- uh, thisth, and some other sthtuff in camp, I've been okay! I uh-" Even with some bleak recollection, it dawned on Boarthorn the news Shimmer had yet to hear.

His sullen expression lit up again, tail thumping against the ground as pride washed across his face. "'cause of that fight with Sthkyclan and my athessment going stho well, I finally earned my warrior name!" He glowed with pride, finally, he and Shimmer back on equal ground, both warriors. "It'ths Boarthorn now!" His purr rumbled audibly, his name something he cradled with pride, for his strength, as an honour to Loonstar, it even worked with his speech impediment, no matter what, he could speak his name with pride.

Boarthorn looked to Shimmerstone with a glimmering look, barely containing excitement. She had been the one he most looked forward to telling; honestly, he wished he could have sooner. But as a moment of respite, he was just glad to get to tell her the good news. Nothing could pry the joy he got at her side away from him.

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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.