TW: Sensitive Content LIGHT UP THE NIGHT SKY ౨ৎ gathering return

[nutmegpurr nutmegpurr]

[ cw for depictions of gore / violence ]

The gathering had been nothing short of a mess, of frenzied panic, of accusations, of should bes. She still remembers Merrystalk, remembers his promise to get her home safe. For the second time, she was forced to put her sisters safety in to someone elses paws, despite how much she wanted to sprint and find her baby sister in the crowd. She can only hope that this time goes better than the last. Something uncomfortable, dread-like, a scream rises in her throat as she hurries along in to camp with the rest of them.

Though the ghost of a touch should be long gone now that they've reached camp, her tail still does not leave Roosters side, determined to keep both him and herself grounded. "What the hell was that?" she breathes, collecting herself. When her eyes flutter shut for a quick blink, she could still see-

Pearls digging into soft skin, blood welling… The sickening rend of flesh from skin, muscle from bone. The spray of blood, Hawkstars attempt at a departure following it. She can't imagine the stains on the boulder. Oh, Stars, her stomach churns uncomfortably in its confines, her mouth waters, a telltale sign of… Eugh. "Where is my sister?" she asks to no one in particular, her tone slightly panicked despite the demand, eyes fluttering over each body that had attended the gathering.. She steps closer to Rooster, fur still prickling alongside her back, fur still raised along her tail. "Where is Dustystar!? N' Goldenroar!?"

GOOD NEWS FOR ANYONE ♡ WHO LOVES BAD NEWS

• the gathering patrol is back yay!! tagging @ROOSTERTUFT since she lead him back
  
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  NUTMEGPURR ♡
  
  ( gale guard of windclan )​
  ❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw
  ❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"

 

[SNAILPAW SNAILPAW]

SNAILPAW

To be honest? Snailpaw hadn't expected the group of cats that had left for the word meeting-gathering thing to be back until much, much later in the night. They had gotten to their paws, preparing to sleep- they were sure they'd hear about everything later- when the scent of Windclan greets them, followed by the mass of cats that had left earlier. And none of them are smiling.

"Woah. You all look like shi-"

They cut themself off when they realize just how rattled these cats looked by whatever had occurred. There's all sorts of ruffled pelts, all sorts of wide eyes, terrified and in disbelief, a sort of panicked frenzy to how the group interacted with each other. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that something very, very bad had happened.

They couldn't begin to imagine what that could have been.

"What even happened out there?" Even as they ask it, Snailpaw's certain that they don't want to know the answer. Not when their clanmates are this bothered by it.

 

[PEONYPAW]

Peonypaw drags his feet as he returns to camp. Arguably, this place is so much safer than the throat-choking crowd at the Gathering, but he still twitches and glances around like he's preparing for someone to jump at him. He has never been an optimist, but he still can't believe just how wrong it all went. When he closes his eyes, he still sees the narrowed gazes of Hawkstar's henchmen, eyes blazing with fury and self-righteousness. Do they feel justified now?

Something bitter curls in him. Selfishly, he almost wants to tell Petalpaw I told you so. The logical part of him that still kicks around tells him otherwise though: it's not like anybody had expected these turn of events.

He throws a look back over his shoulder. What will Dustystar say? Is she going to forbid WindClan from attending any more desperate garnering for peace? It's a miracle that they had not been dragged into this mess; they had been mere bystanders, and yet, he still feels like his fur is covered in dust and grime. What a mess.

Whatever Dustystar's plans might be stop to matter when a curious Clanmate inquiries about the Gathering.

"The SkyClan leader killed ThunderClan's leader,"

is all he says to Snailpaw, offeirng no further context. The words seem to scrape against the insides of his throat anyway. It feels like he is speaking against gravel, rough and insistent. At least Snailpaw has the consideration to not look terribly excited as they wait for details.

 

[wheatwhistle]

(★) the elderly warrior had abstained from attending juniperstar's gathering of peace, and as his clanmates stumble in, he finds himself glad he had missed it. concerned golden and blue eyes scan for dustystar in the crowd, relief palpable in the exhale he lets out upon seeing her unbloodied. "darlin'," the elderly tomcat murmurs, moving to brush his pelt against her own in an unsubtle excuse to double check at her health. peonypaw grunts an explination to his fellow apprentice, causing the ginger and white tom to lift his tail in surprise. "that ain't the bid for peace i heard 'bout at them borders," he mutters, ears flattening. is the thunderclan leader okay? why had skyclan acted so violently? they'd never seemed killers, but wheatwhistle supposes he doesn't know everycat well enough to know. as the clan mills about, spilling details of the night, the older warrior hums thoughtfully, allowing his granddaughter to slip past him should she desire to speak to her clan.

DEEP GREENS AND BLUES ★ ARE THE COLORS I CHOOSE

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• COWBOY ★ HE / HIM, BARNCAT. 106 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  an orange tabby tom with low white and one gold eye, and one blue eye. short silky fur reminisces flame and rye, darker ginger tabby stripes slicing through the lighter tone. splashes of white are strewn across his face and body, a snowbank covering the flaming base of his coat. his eyes are odd- one crystal blue, the other sunshine golden, peering with a slightly lopsided look.

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[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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Her paws were sticky, the blood had dried now but it blotched out the white. Meadowpaw was eager to wash her pelt clean of that reminder. She didn't speak on the journey back, unable to find the words.

She lags behind the rest, dragging herself into camp with her head low, the thrum of voices from the gathering still ringing in her ears. The moon hung high and cold above her, casting silver light across the clearing—but it was hazy, distant, as if the stars themselves had turned their gaze away. After what she saw tonight, she couldn't blame them.

Her throat tightens upon seeing the dappled pelt of her sister. "Meggie!" She limps forward to squish her face into the plumage of her sister's chest. It was awful.

"RiverClan's leader was killed too…" The words catch in her throat, she can barely spit them out. "By one of their own warriors."

Talking with Rowanpaw was the only light to be gleamed from the whole thing. With what happened, Meadowpaw wasn't sure there would be another gathering, no matter what StarClan said. She wanted to trust them, in the starry cats that guided them, that gave Dustystar her lives. But that would not come easy, even if she could muster the courage to endure it again, could anyone else?

She dearly wanted to pretend like tonight was a bad dream. Something she might wake up from in the 'morrow. She preferred that to accepting how real the horrible things she'd seen tonight were. That was easier said than done though...

The stench of blood would not be easily forgotten. The pleading of that white apprentice as her father was sentenced to exile… That would live with her whether she closed her eyes tonight or not.

The tears prick at her eyes, a lump wedging itself firmly in the back of her throat. She had to be brave. She had to be… If she couldn't be brave now, then they would never stop treating her like a kit. They would never trust her to take Gladebloom's place one day. Medicine-cats were strong. They didn't flinch at the sight of blood or loss. They were a beacon amid it. Something reliable for their clanmates to lean on. She'd seen that in Gladebloom, and in Rowanpaw.

If she was going to come apart, it couldn't be in front of them. They had to be able to rely on her now. "I'm really tired, I'm gonna call it." Meadowpaw pulls away, limping into the medicine den without another word.

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

10 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.

 

[SNAILPAW SNAILPAW]

SNAILPAW

Well. There was one thing Snailpaw had been right about- he hadn't expected any answer that could have been tossed his way. He's almost expecting news about a dog- the dog- to reach his ears. Maybe it had come back with a vengeance, stopping the group from going much further. Maybe the travel had just been too dangerous, somehow, otherwise.

Anything but the truth of the matter.

Peonypaw's voice comes out rough, like he's forcing himself to say the words, and whatever may be left of Snailpaw's grin fades into nothing as he blinks at the other apprentice, half in disbelief. "What?" He manages, finally, convinced he must have misheard Peonypaw, somehow. That's the only explanation for things, wasn't it?

But then Meadowpaw speaks, and any chance Snailpaw had of just believing he had misunderstood was shattered. Riverclan and one of their own, Skyclan and Thunderclan…Snailpaw almost wished that the made-up rumors from earlier that night had been true instead of all this. "Why would they-"

Before he can even really question it all, Meadowpaw pulls away. And Snailpaw- Snailpaw exhales, trying to wrap his head around all the news. It was a lot- it was too much, really. "So there's not going to be another one of these?"

He's sure there won't be- not when there's so much bloodshed that's come of this one. And if he's somehow wrong, then he's already made up his mind. He's not going, ever- if Dustystar or anyone else expect him to in the future, they'll have to drag him.

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

Merrystalk tailed the rest of the clan, an unexplainable expression knitted across his brow. He let Meadowpaw walk ahead of him; she clearly didn't want to talk, and he wasn't going to press her on it. Even he was frankly disturbed at the sight. Two dead leaders he witnessed in the last moon and a third dead in a spat between Thunderclan and Skyclan.

He had been unsure of the gathering, and by Starclan, he hated that he was right. The clans were in disarray, both internally and amongst one another. The time between leaving Fourtrees and arriving at the camp felt like a blur. He let out a sigh as he and his clanmates set foot within the camp, already hearing the word be passed about.

The Gale Guard met Nutmeg with an exhausted look, glancing over to Meadow as she retired to her nest. His expression fell as he spoke. "Aye, bless her, I ain't sure how, but I found her tryin' to help Thunderclan's medicine apprentice stop the bleedin' 've Pikestar. He was attacked by a clanmate, nd the bastard got exiled on the spot." He sat on his haunches near her, eyes scanning the rest of the clan as they flittered in, now turning to some of the cats who hadn't joined them to the gathering, eyes settling on Wheatwhistle, reliable as ever. "'nd Peony ain't tellin' no lie either, somethin' with Thunderclan's deputy killin' a Skyclan warrior, 'nd Hawkstar demanded a life fer a life, so Juniperstar took the deputy's place." Merry recalled dryly, absently.

He shook his head in disbelief still. "Bunch've hooligans out there I fear, infightin' 'nd fightin' between clans, us 'nd Shadowclan just watched like it was some bad dream." Some of the apprentices chattered with one another. He was horrified that the younger of the clan had to witness such bloodshed. He had already kicked himself for Scorchpaw being anywhere near the bloodbath of Dustystar's murder, but he never could have known this would happen.

"Dusty 'nd Goldy weren't far behind me, I woulda stuck 'round but I wanted to get Meadow home." His expression softened as he looked to Nutmeg with apologetic eyes. "'m sorry I couldn't do more to protect her from seein' the disaster out there, but bless her heart she's too good for those hooligans out there puttin' other folks before herself." His voice a drawl, eyes cast down, shame and guilt evident on his face. Most of his clanmates had their own apprentices to take care of, but he still felt as if he had failed his friend by not being able to help poor Meadowpaw more.

He winced as Snailpaw looked horrified at everything retold. He let out a huff of exhaustion after everything, after what he had seen. "There.. There will be, next full moon, allegedly." Merry shook his head, disbelief as he recalled the ongoings. "I ain't even sure what I saw, some fella claimin' to represent Starclan. Told us all to meet again 'cause 've... Some code?" The Gale Guard shrugged, glancing away. "Damn, now I even say it aloud, it sounds like a whole load've bullshit." He scoffed, dryly.

He was half convinced it was some kind of vision, a hallucination maybe brought on by the stress of everything. But there was an inkling, a small gnawing feeling in his chest. That tom had a pelt like stars, no living cat looked like that and... Well, if it wasn't for his run-in with one furious spirit as it is, he couldn't fully deny what he had seen as a falsehood.

Merry shook his head again, clearing his throat a little. "Let's just wait until Dustystar gets here, it's her decision on the matter." At that point, the tom doubted his reality, had he really seen it all? It felt surreal, like a cruel nightmare of sorts. Part of him hoped he had lost his mind, that there would never be another gathering, but he couldn't hold his breath about it.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

• Talking to @nutmegpurr @wheatwhistle and @SNAILPAW
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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 29 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
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[ROOSTERTUFT]

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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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"speech", thoughts, attacking
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.

 

[Cricketpaw Cricketpaw]

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

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Cricketpaw had rushed forward with excitement lighting up her face, her good eye wide and gleaming, until the atmosphere around her shifted. Something was wrong. Whatever had happened at the Gathering… it hadn't been good. She stilled. Her eye found Peonypaw, the other's words sharp and sudden. SkyClan killed ThunderClan's leader. It hit her like a cold gust. Killed? But, why? SkyClan had saved her once, when she was dangling over the gorge. They had helped her. So why would they… why would they do that?

Her paws faltered as she turned to Wheatwhistle, the warrior's voice heavy with quiet disbelief. This wasn't the peace we'd heard of. It wasn't. She was right. So what had changed? And then Meadowpaw spoke. RiverClan's leader… gone too? By one of his own? A tremble ran through her. Her ears pinned back, eyes wide, the buzz of everything around her fading into a quiet ringing. It was too much. Too strange. Too scary. She swallowed down a knot in her throat.

" W... Wait for me, Meadow! " she finally mewed, her voice soft and barely there. She cast one last apologetic look toward the others before hurrying after her sister. She didn't ask what happened, not yet. Not while Meadowpaw looked like that. So shaken. So quiet. She simply followed her into the medicine den and curled up close, pressing into her side with a gentle nuzzle. No questions. Just warmth. Just presence. There would be time to learn what happened. Later. For now, her sister needed her more.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

5 MOONS

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[Swiftwatcher]

SWIFTWATCHER OF WINDCLAN

There was a certain relief that swept through him as the clan returned, bodies intact, paws safe, voices present, but it was quickly drowned out by the heavy faces they wore and the words that followed. Peonypaw spoke first, abrupt and sharp: ThunderClan's leader... killed by SkyClan's. Then Meadowpaw added, her voice tight, that RiverClan's leader had lost a life, not in battle, but to his own.

And then... she left. Cricketpaw too, not far behind her. A chill went down Swiftwatcher's spine, running all the way to his tailtip. He turned, stunned, just as Merrystalk began to speak. His words came steadier, more detailed and heavier with each passing breath. ThunderClan had taken a life from SkyClan... SkyClan demanded a life. RiverClan's leader got killed by one of his own, the one who caused it was exiled on the spot. His mind reeled. Finally, he exhaled sharply, voice low and tense. " That sounds like a terrible Gathering under the stars.. " His plume-like tail lashed once behind him, anxiety twitching in every flick. His gaze strayed to the nursery. Was it selfish to feel relief that Sweetnose and Honeyflower had stayed behind? That Cricketpaw, sweet Cricketpaw, had chosen to stay and look after her mother?

And then the final blow came. " Wait... a second Gathering? With those cats? " His ears jerked back, his eyes wide, paw lifting instinctively to press at his chest. He looked at Merrystalk, bewildered and not quite able to mask the growing fear in his gaze. A second Gathering... after bloodshed? And at the request of a cat who claimed to speak for StarClan? He stared at him for a long moment, that old, weary look in his eyes. Then a sigh left him. Long. Heavy. Sorrowful.

" Not sure whether that's a smart thing to do... "

I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I'll be the bright, in black that's making you run

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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" I think a second Gathering might be a splendid idea. " Weaselchirp mused as she wandered in, her bright orange eyes glinting against the quiet hush of night. " Just… not that many cats this time. It was chaotic. Too loud. Too many claws and not enough ears. " She gave a small sigh, whiskers twitching. " I'm glad Hollowmumble and Cloverpaw stayed close. That helped. " Her eyes shifted, scanning the dimness. " Has anyone seen Pumpkinspice? I think I'll find her. Cuddling up sounds much safer than talking in circles. Easier to breathe when someone you love is beside you. "

She blinked slowly, head tilting slightly as though considering some far-off dream. " There was so much blood tonight. It was stupid. Senseless. " Then, a small spark returned to her voice. " But maybe another Gathering, one smaller, quieter, could… unspill some of that. If cats aren't dumb about it this time. " She turned to Cloverpaw, gently patting the younger cat on the head with a feather-light paw. " You rest now, okay? If the night's too heavy, come find me and Pumpkinspice. There's room beside us, always. "

Then her gaze flicked to Hollowmumble, and without words, she gave her friend a small, warm nod. A quiet thank you passed between them.

" But Merrystalk is right. " she added, as if the thought had finally floated back to the surface. " Dustystar is our leader. She makes the final choice. And not all the leaders went mad tonight, just some of them got a bit… loud in the head. " She stared upward for a long second, lost in thought. " That starry cat was a weird little surprise, though. Guess that means StarClan's real. Or… " she squinted. " Maybe we all ate something funny. Wouldn't be the first time. " Without another word, she began to wander off, her paws light, her tail swishing behind her like a drifting shadow. She had a mate to find. The stars could wait.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

66 MOONS

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[nutmegpurr nutmegpurr]

Her call for her sister is answered quick, the familiar voice of her ringing sharp in the air. Meggie! Her breath is released, the suspense disappearing from her body as her sister buries herself in to her chest. She holds her close, using her chin to tuck Meadow in to her like a mother hen. Her sisters words makes her heart crack, Riverclan's leader was killed too, by one of their warriors. It's not hard to guess that she had been witness to the bloodbath, her lips turning down. "I've got you, buttercup. You're okay." she murmurs, and she means it. Even if Skyclan stormed their camp right now, she would protect her. In the moment, there is no one else but her and her sister, there is nothing that mattered more than her being safe. The words that come from her side brings her back down to earth, patchwork gaze flitting up, resting on him until her sister speaks gently, hurriedly.

I'm really tired, I'm gonna call it.

"Meadow, buttercup..." her voice starts off strong, dying off at the end as her sister pulls away, her form retreating back to the medicine den. The warmth fades quick. She swears something akin to despair settles in her stomach, unable to stop her frown from becoming strained. I've failed, she presses all of her weight in to one paw to distract herself from the thought, claws digging in to the soft earth below. She's just tired. It's fine. Shes fine. Her face scrunches up, tail lashing behind her. Cricketpaw rushes after Meadowpaw, and Nutmeg is left standing there alone, confliction boiling in her chest.

Star cats. A star cat told them they had to meet again, and she agrees with Roostertuft, with Merrystalk, with Swiftwatcher. Another gathering sounds awful.

She moves to brush against Rooster once more, and selfishly, so, so selfishly, its for her own benefit, if only just for a moment. Something she allows herself, for once, the comfort of a friend. "She didn't stay behind, did she?" her voice comes out dryer than she meant it too, monotonous in a way as she echoes after Merrystalk's musing about the next gathering being Dustystars decision. Her mouth feels like ash, making a silent vow to check on her sister come morning. Shes not even sure she'd be good support at the moment, with thoughts too heavy, rolling through her head like storm clouds. She feels another gag coming on...

GOOD NEWS FOR ANYONE ♡ WHO LOVES BAD NEWS

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  NUTMEGPURR ♡
  
  ( gale guard of windclan )​
  ❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
  ❥ mentoring pebblepaw
  ❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw; reluctantly interested in roostertuft
  ❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"

 

[GOLDENROAR]

The deputy and leader hadn't spoke much on their way back.

They were about ten, fifteen minutes behind the group. He had stopped and stayed to ensure that all of them had left behind him and Dustystar, refusing to leave their leader alone in what could end up being a bid on her life. There was no reason for that, but he couldn't be too sure, right? By the time they're clearing over the moor and into camp, his flank close to his leaders, aqua eyes are narrowed with exhaustion. Hesitance, trepidation. Anger, surely too, for Starclan showing up at the last minute and demanding the return again.

His voice rings clear above the rest of camp. "Settle down!" There's no point in becoming wild-nerved now. "We're both here n' alright. This should be everyone, so relax." He says, the fear-scent thick between the bodies still awake at this point. He's not really himself, he thinks. There's no easy-going smile on his face. No, this time he is as grim as the rest of them, more stoic like Dustystar. Roostertuft is looking this direction- when he looks over, he refuses to meet his gaze. Goldenroar looks on for a moment, then shifts his attention away as Wheatwhistle comes to press against Dustystar. He dips his head to the senior, stepping away after someone else has her side.

"You apprentice should head t' bed. The conversation isn't your choice. Go on, now." He says, giving a solid look to each of the younguns still awake. Once his vision finds Dandelionpaw's, he relaxed a tiny "I think we all should rest our heads, really, after somethin' like that..." He trails off for a moment, for once appreciating Weaselchirp's view on this. Leaving it for later wasn't really an option, but stewing over it now without a clear head wasn't smart, either. "I'm recommending that we hold a meeting- us and the guards, Dustystar. In the morning." Goldenroar says quietly, turning to look at his leader.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

• "speech"
  speaking to dustystar, nodding to wheatwhistle and dandelionpaw, telling the apprentices to go to bed its past ur bedtime
  

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, thirty nine moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)