Gathering 2025 Event omach init ──✩°｡⋆⸜ The First Gathering

[GOLDENROAR]

The walk here had been nothing short of eventful. Chatter surrounded Windclan like a warm, familiar blanket, even if the tone was offputting. Like a snag in the fabric that keeps scratching your skin. Goldenroar's eyes were observant on the gaggle that followed them, making sure no apprentices strayed where a warrior may be distracted, but he had a feeling none of them were. This wasn't a familiar thing to them. His own apprentice was watched like a hawk to ensure they didn't scramble off. This invitation that Juniperstar, Thunderclan's leader, had extended to them was something new. Shit, the whole clan thing wasn't as new anymore, but it was different from their lives before.

Goldenroar's aqua eyes shifted towards Dustystar, observing her stancing. An ear twitched, quietly studying her as she announces their arrival to the clan. "I'll have anyone who starts any scuffles carrying water-soaked moss for a moon." He calls lazily after she urges them to keep their claws to themselves. A smirk is on his lips- whether or not he actually means it is up in the air, but knowing him, he may just actually do it. "Go mingle." Goldenroar says, not just to the clan but to @Dandelionpaw as well. It was unfamiliar, but maybe it was a way to creates bonds across clan borders. Albeit, probably tense, held-at-arms-length, bonds. Goldenroar sniffed the air, vision pointed forward. "You can come with me if y' want, Dandy. I don't mind." He says as a final aside to his apprentice.

He smiles briefly at Merrystalk, urging his brother to relax a smidge, before disappearing into the crowd after Dustystar. Confident steps lead him forward, his bushed tail held behind him and ears forward, a naturally easy-going look on his face. Goldenroar didn't seem to stagnate at the crowd, no, he forged forward. Tipping his head and nodding to cats who looked friendly enough, not paying more then a seconds mind to those who wore scowls or settled in the shadows. He pauses beside Dustystar as she begins speaking to the other leaders, of which he believes he recognizes all of them. Juniperstar is blinked over, Sablestar is given a nod, Pikestar is regarded carefully, and if Hawkstar shows up, he offers the King of Skyclan a smile.

They're involved in their own conversations, so he taps Dustystar's flank with his tail before pushing towards two cats who settled in the shadows not far from the leaders. He's got a good guess at who they are, but he decides to extend the paw first- friendly, but caustious- to them both. Smelling of Thunderclan and Riverclan. "Lovely night we're havin'. No rain is a good reprieve for tonight." Goldenroar says, peering at both @OWLBARK and @Frostmoth. "Name is Goldenroar- deputy of Windclan. Yourselves?" He questions. He doesn't necessarily expect a response, but it'd be in good faith to have one return either way.

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

• "speech"
  // interacting directly with the mentioned, giving small tiny greetings to each of the leaders and merrystalk!
  

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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!)

 

[Snakepaw]

He looks at Torrentpaw first with confusion, tilting his head to look at the tom. And then it hit Snakepaw that the rosetted tom was… friendly? Genuinely friendly, even. He felt himself deflate a bit with such a reply. His puffed tail and chest deflated, the half-snarl caught in his throat died down. Even his chin, held up in a prideful stance, went downwards, to meet Torrentpaw eye to eye.

"Uh, I'm Snakepaw…." he muttered, unsure of how to proceed. "Nice to… meet… you…?" His voice dripped now of confusion and uncertainty.

Why did he want to meet someone from Shadowclan? Especially when there was such tension between the clans? No, wait just a second, why was he looking at Stoatpaw then? His suspicion came back in with full force. He squinted at the Riverclan apprentice.

"Why were you looking at Stoatpaw?" he asked, puffing his chest again. He turned to look at Stoat, as if assessing her. "It is not because she is so delicate that you will be able to pick a fight with her, I'm not allowing that!" he finished, turning his head back to face Torrentpaw.

______________IT’S BEEN KINDA COLD ☆ FEELING ALL ALONE _________________

• "speech"
  thoughts.
  
  ☆ OOC: Replying to @Torrentpaw
  pinging @Stoatpaw @FLEAFIRE and @Tickpaw to kick snakepaw's ass.
  
  Art by Pheo!
  

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• SNAKEPAW he/him, shadowclanner, 14 moons.
  ☆ A lanky blue diluted tortie with green eyes. Stands of average, almost tall for his age, height.
  ☆ Mentored by Loudclaw (NPC)
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = mediumpurple
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Stoatpaw Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

Despite her nervousness, looking at her paws just made her all the more antsy. Not seeing what was going on made her stomach churn. Instead, she tentatively let her eyes drag upwards, scanning the nearby cats.

And, to her surprise, she spotted Torrentpaw. In the midst of her fear, she hadn't even noticed her friend's appearance. She couldn't make it obvious they were friends, so she shot him a smile for the moment, maybe later they could tal-

Wait... What was Snakepaw doing- Ohh no, was he trying to threaten Torrentpaw? Shit, this would go awful. She held her breath, trying not to make her newfound nerves about a fight be too obvious to Fleafire and Tickpaw. But it wasn't like she could look away. Stoatpaw was glad that Torrenpaw didn't stoop to being aggressive back, but she was mortified at the idea of her clanmates starting something in a peaceful meeting.

But it was impossible not to freeze up, as even from where she sat, she saw Snakepaw mention her. For a moment, her fur stood on end. Did Torrentpaw spill the beans or? Or...

"It is not because she is so delicate that you will be able to pick a fight with her, I'm not allowing that!"

Delicate. DELICATE?

Stoatpaw prided herself on being a levelheaded cat, but it was like her own paws carried her over to the two cats, admittedly ignoring Torrentpaw and glaring down Snakepaw. "What the fuck did you just call me."

Her voice was quiet, a hushed hiss of a fury that meant it was only obvious to those observing closely she was about a whisker's length away from smacking Snakepaw across the face. "You listen to me. If you think I'm that fucking delicate, I'll show you what I can do." Her eyes tore daggers into the torties pelt, tail lashing.

She stepped away, seething, deciding now wasn't the time for it as much as she wanted to prove a point. "I'll give you a couple of days first." Stoatpaw felt indignated, she hated the idea of being seen as weak or frail or delicate. So finally seeing it confirmed from one of her clanmates cemented it. She was done being seen as the weak link, and she would make it obvious she wasn't as useless as everyone seemed to think she was.

Sending Torrentpaw the briefest apologetic look, she marched away from the two of them and promptly past Tickpaw and Fleafire. "And I don't need bodyguards." She hissed, all too aware how it felt like everyone either circled her this whole time to defend her like some weak little thing or stepped on eggshells around her as if she would shatter in a moment's notice.

She didn't know where she was going, but away from her clanmates felt the wisest in the moment before she would get in trouble again for causing problems she didn't even initiate.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• Talking to @Snakepaw
  Tagging @Tickpaw @FLEAFIRE @Torrentpaw
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  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 10 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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Fleafire couldn't help the roll of her eyes at Mirepurr. She wasn't out here hunting for a fight—but if one landed at her paws? That was out of her control. Surely they didn't expect her just to lie down and take it.

She stood still for a moment, shoulder brushing reassuringly against Stoatpaw's. Her half-lidded gaze combed the crowd, but she didn't spot anyone worth talking to—at least, no one she cared to talk to.

Snakepaw's voice made her ears twitch. She turned toward the commotion, eyes narrowing at the tom in question. He had some RiverClanner figured out from the looks of it. She wrinkled her nose, lips pulling into a scowl as she listened. The fish-eaters excuse was pathetic. Was he trying to get at Stoatpaw?

Snakepaw had it under control. She was gonna leave him to it until...

"It is not because she is so delicate that you will be able to pick a fight with her. I'm not allowing that!"

Fleafire blinked.

Delicate?

Her eyes flicked to Tickpaw, then back. Did she just hear that right?

The warrior shook off her shock and stormed forward. "What the fuck did you just say?" She spat, echoing Stoatpaw's snarl as she locked Snakepaw in place with a glare. She had to have heard him wrong. Snakepaw was an idiot, sure, but was he really that dumb? Running his mouth about her friend—right. in. front. of. her.

Stoatpaw had plenty to say about the matter herself, fire licking her words, and it actually caught Fleafire by surprise. She didn't interrupt—Stoatpaw could hold her own, and clearly, Snakepaw had no clue who he was mouthing off to. The outsider barely had any training. They were training long before he came to ShadowClan.

Fleafire's bottom jaw juts as she burns holes into him, quietly hyping up her friend. But then Stoatpaw turned and stormed off. Bodyguards? Was she mad at them too? W-wh— Stoat!" Fleafire flicked her head back and forth, torn between chasing after her friend and knocking Snakepaw's stupid teeth down his throat. "Rghhhh…" Just great.

She needed to go after Stoatpaw, but first... "Now look what you did, you mouthy rat." She shoved into him with as much force as she could muster, close enough that her teeth gleamed just inches from his face. "You do know she's Sablestar's apprentice, right? So what, are you calling him delicate? Huh?" That should've been hint enough that she was strong, but no, he needed it spelled out. "I've sparred her and I think she's real tough. That make me delicate too?"

He was lucky—so lucky. She'd half the mind to mash his face in now, but she could wait until after the gathering.

Maybe he forgot how things worked in ShadowClan. She could remind him.

She could catch him later. When he was alll warm in his nest. When he wandered out of camp... or the dirt place. There were plenty of places where she could get him all alone.
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Briefly acknowledging @Torrentpaw, @Tickpaw and @Stoatpaw. Actively talking to @Snakepaw.

But touch her and I'll hack you raw

FLEAFIRE

11 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleafire values family and strength the most. She is clever, sharp-tongued, and quick to anger. She is guided by her desire to become stronger and protect those she cares about—at any cost. Fleafire respects strength but not necessarily authority. She will push boundaries and take advantage of the weak at any given opportunity.

Due to her experiences, Fleafire is corrupt and lacks morals. She does not believe in Starclan but now believes in the Dark Forest. While not a devout follower, her loyalty belongs to her mentor, Froststorm, who reached out when she was at her lowest and saw her into warriorhood.

Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, ending up on the streets, and being powerless have deeply affected her view of the world. Despite that, she has grown more resilient as a result of her hardships and bounces back quickly. Her training and mended relationships with some of her clanmates has solidified her devotion toward ShadowClan.

ILL HACK YOU RAW.

 

[Tickpaw Tickpaw]

When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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Tickpaw's torn ear twitched once as he stood among the gathered patrol, his orange eyes flicking briefly toward Mirepurr. He offered her a quiet smile, the faintest purr rumbling in his throat before his gaze shifted to Jadethorn, round belly and all. A snort escaped him. In his opinion, she had no business being out here like this. With her belly swollen and heavy, she should've stayed back in camp. But no... Jadethorn was stubborn. Too proud, too curious. She cared more for drama than caution, he thought. Needed to see how things unfolded with her own eyes, kits be damned.

His ears twitched again when a voice caught his attention, Snakepaw, of all cats. Delicate? Tickpaw blinked, stiffened. Did he just call Stoatpaw... delicate? Or Fleafire? Either option was laughable. Or insulting. The word curled in his gut like a hot coal, and his gaze snapped toward Snakepaw, narrowing with disdain. But he didn't step forward. Not yet. Not when Stoatpaw was already handling it herself. And she did. She approached Snakepaw with the same fire he admired in her, letting loose a hiss and a few sharp words of her own. Good.

But then she brushed past them, shoulders tight, voice sharper still... I don't need bodyguards.

The words hit harder than they should have. Tickpaw's breath caught. Bodyguards? Is that what she thought this was? Did she really believe they hovered because they thought she was weak? His stomach twisted as she disappeared ahead, tail lashing once, then again. No, he thought. No, it wasn't like that at all... His gaze slowly shifted back to Snakepaw, face unreadable at first, until fire flickered behind his eyes. He padded forward, hackles slightly raised, voice low and cold. " Stoatpaw is anything but delicate. " He stopped just short of the other apprentice, holding Snakepaw's gaze. " She's stronger than you. Stronger than me. She can hold her own against Fleafire, she could probably beat me into the dirt. "

He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. " Am I delicate too, Snakepaw? " There was a moment, just a breath before his tail lashed again and he stepped past the other apprentice, voice dropping to a murmur just loud enough for him to hear. " Better sleep with one eye open next time, friend. " And with that, he moved on, brushing lightly against Fleafire's flank as he passed. His chin tipped in silent invitation, for her to follow. No sense in wasting any more time on cats who didn't know what they were talking about.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

10 MOONS

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[Snakepaw]

Snakepaw almost gasped at Stoatpaw's approach. He felt the tip of his crooked ears and his cheeks ablaze, as he felt embarrassed by what he said once he noticed Stoat's reaction.

"You weren't supposed to hear that!" he tried to justify himself, as she took her leave. He then turned towards Fleafire and, wow, Fleafire sure was an apt name, because she was burning. He felt she was as angry as the day she mauled him. He gulped, regret splattered on his face and body language.

"You do know she's Sablestar's apprentice, right? So what, are you calling him delicate? Huh?"

As soon as Fleafire said that, he felt his heart racing. "No, of course not!" He was used at being a bit on the dull side, but even him could understand that he had fucked up. Really fucked up. He kept hearing what she had to say, lost in how to fix things up.

"That make me delicate too?"

"No! You're so cool! I just didn't want anyone to hurt her! I was trying to h-help!" he managed, stuttering at the end of his last phrase. His eyes darted from Fleafire to Stoatpaw's vanishing in the crowd figure to Torrentpaw, who also didn't seem happy with his phrase, to Tickpaw, who seemed ready to kick his ass, and back to Fleafire.

"Am I delicate too, Snakepaw? "

Snakepaw gulped, opening and closing his mouth and then opening it again. "N-no! You have cool scars!" he tried to explain his reasoning. "Stoatpaw is always picking flowers and not picking fights, I didn't mean for her to know that!"

______________IT’S BEEN KINDA COLD ☆ FEELING ALL ALONE _________________

• "speech"
  thoughts
  
  ☆ OOC: Replying to @Stoatpaw @FLEAFIRE and @Tickpaw
  pinging @Torrentpaw because he is also around
  
  Art by Pheo!
  

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• SNAKEPAW he/him, shadowclanner, 14 moons.
  ☆ A lanky blue diluted tortie with green eyes. Stands of average, almost tall for his age, height.
  ☆ Mentored by Loudclaw (NPC)
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = mediumpurple
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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It is a crime that the moon hangs against a clear sky tonight. While the SkyClan of the gorge had never attended a Gathering, nor did they observe a full moon as anything more than another night passed, Hawkstar had heard whispered stories from the elder's den since she was a girl. These stories - full of mystery and some far-flung nostalgia for a mystical "before" - had told of Gatherings done beneath a great canopy of four gigantic trees, tall as the sky itself. All five clans would meet beneath these trees, beneath the full moon when not a cloud was in sight, and offer the latest gossips … or maybe even sneak a kiss when their leader wasn't looking.

Maybe it was a good thing that StarClan had not thought to cover the moon tonight, not when Hawkstar's rage boiled at the base of her throat, not when Rosebelly's blood still stained her paws up to elbow with dark, sticky crimson. Not when Flowercloud walked in lock-step beside her, still drenched in the remnants of her son, poised as the SkyClan deputy for all the world to look upon her pain and realize just what had occurred that day.

She doesn't even blink when she enters their chosen meeting place with her soldiers flanking her. She doesn't care to sit and wait for them to notice her or acknowledge the carnage her clanmates wore upon their paws, their pelts, their minds. Hawkstar keeps moving until she reaches the bottom of a great boulder in the middle of the clearing, sunken into the earth, smoothed no doubt by a hundred generations' worth of rain and dust.

Here, she turns, her electric blue eye sliding past the already gathered cats to land back on her faux-deputy. Her voice is soft and low in Flowercloud's ear, a wasp ready to sting at the mother's order. "Do you see them here? Or do you need a minute to find them?"

@flowercloud

pointed torbie

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64 moons

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she / they

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bio

 

[Teaselfeather Teaselfeather]

TEASELFEATHER

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Something slithered beneath their skin, cold and sharp, curling through their veins like frost. With each step, Teaselfeather marched forward, their eyes wide and unblinking, fixed on the path ahead, on the point of no return. They had chosen to come. No... They had to. After what had happened, after what was taken from them, there could be no absence, no silence. Rosebelly was dead. Their brother. Their flame. Gone in a heartbeat, a breath, a cut too deep. One moment he was standing tall, facing the world with his usual pride, the next... bleeding, still, forever still. Gone. Gone gone gone.

So they walked. For their mother. For their sisters. For the shadow of a tom who once held his head so high, too high for the rest of them to reach. Teaselfeather's throat tightened. They swallowed the storm down. Their eyes flicked upward, settling on the form of their leader, one eye sharp, the other a memory. Hawkstar. Still, quiet strength. A storm beneath her ribs, no doubt. She had trained him. Rosebelly had once stood beside her, learning her lessons, testing her patience.

Now she stood beside their mother, Flowercloud, both queens in their own right, two grief-slicked silhouettes perched upon the stone like statues carved from sorrow. The clearing below rippled with voices and unease, but Teaselfeather didn't hear them. Didn't see them. They stood beside Cygnetscratch, their sister's flank a quiet anchor. But their gaze remained locked forward. They dared not look around. Not yet. Their body was a taut string, drawn but not loosed. They felt the tension in every hair of their pelt, in the brittle breath behind their teeth. Their mismatched eyes narrowed, catching the glint of the gathering moonlight on the stone.

Rosebelly had been killed. And something had to give.

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[stormcrow]

The blood clings to them all, physical or otherwise– the stench of it, the stench of grief and anger. Stormcrow is close by her leader's side, just behind her and Flowercloud, who tonight will play the role of deputy once more. Her son's killer will face justice tonight. She halts as Hawkstar does, coming up to stand closer to her, but a few steps behind out of respect. Flowercloud may only be acting now, but there was a feeling– a gut feeling, she supposes, that the other molly might one day return to the post.

She looks out at the gathered cats, a hot white flame flaring in her chest. This honored tradition of meetings beneath the full moon, now wasted on fools, thieves, and murderers. She grits her teeth, every muscle taut beneath her skin.

"We will put the bastard on trial, here and now," Stormcrow hisses, "with Starclan as our witness, you will have justice, Flowercloud."

♡ STORMCROW. 54 moons
temporary mentor of teaselpaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
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[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

With heavy footsteps, Duskpool padded after his sister with a low, rumblin' ache within his heart. It hurt seein' the life trickle from bright eyes with nothin' more than an all-familiar numbness he ain't wishin' on anyone but himself. She'd done nothin' wrong to deserve this. Rosebelly hadn't either. Two innocents struck down by the laws of life. It ain't keen on sparin' anyone. Because if it had, Duskpool would be the one continuously punished for the wrongs he'd done since young. The deaths of kin on his paws. The loss of innocents.

He might not agree with what is happenin', but the anger coiled hot within his gut because despite it all, the kid ain't comin' back no matter how many folks ya kill or threaten. Their lives gone. Taken by the winds and left to rot deep in the ground till nature came to coil around their ivory bones in a gentle hug, welcomin' 'em with soft bittersweetness.

He had enough blood on his paws. The blood that was on him from bein' so close had been rubbed raw in a near panic just moments before Hawkstar whisked 'em away to the gatherin'. It made him frown, weary-eyed and tired, so fuckin' tired of watchin' bodies drop like flies. Whether he killed 'em or they'd died beside him. It ain't much of a difference. Death was death. It ain't no matter how it happened. They ain't ever comin' back unless they're comin' to haunt ya till yer blue in the face with guilt.

His chest heaved, harsh and heavy beneath the tension and rage coilin' hot within SkyClan's hearts. With a raised head, Duskpool watched Flowercloud from afar, wishin' he could stand beside his sister and offer a moment to grieve without vengeance breathin' down her neck beggin' her to point out the killer and watch as the full moon bled crimson. Some gatherin' eh? His lips quirked harrowin'. His bulky frame standin' on the outskirts of the arrivin' clan, watchin' the other clans with a weary molten iris.

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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[bluegale bluegale]

repay me,

in kind

Bluegale follows out of curiosity, as he does with most things. Sure, he doesn't plan to step out of line- more than could be said for many of his clanmates- but that doesn't mean he came here with the intention to be particularly good, either. He has no interest in learning about the traditions or ways of life of the other clans, but thinks that he might enjoy getting to know one or two other strangers here. Impressing them with his vast knowledge and skills, of course. It was the perfect opportunity for a chance encounter.

He weighs his options. RiverClan is out of the conversation given how ornery they all are towards his own clan; you wouldn't catch Bluegale dead starting drama over plants anyway. ThunderClan seems like an interesting choice, though it seems Serpentberry's open flirting with Jadethorn already has that market cornered. The blue tomcat cannot help but to stare and wonder to himself 'Are there any normal medicine cats that exist?' Serpentberry is pretty, sure, but her name precedes her. WindClan seems like the most viable option, but many of them are just so... bizarre.

His intentions are short-lived as several ShadowClan apprentices (and Fleafire) start to argue, though. Bluegale doesn't intervene as they gang up on Snakepaw for his comment toward Stoatpaw, sitting back and being entertained by it all instead. "They're a lively group," he leans over and snickers to Mirepurr, who he is sure is not happy with her own apprentice partaking in the argument. "What do you think? Our apprentices are delicate?" Bluegale scoffs. The comment had certainly been taken to heart. He vaguely registers the arrival of SkyClan, but doesn't give it much else thought.

/ interacting with @MIREPURR , acknowledging skyclan's arrival vaguely

 

[scorchpaw]

Though mentorless, Scorchpaw has been permitted to attend the gathering by way of some miracle. Enough warriors in attendance or some reasoning like that. The lithe apprentice sticks to the side of Gorsepaw, moving as swiftly as her clanmates as they arrive. She finds that she is shocked by all the sights and smells of the gathering, the thrum of conversation and many warm bodies. Where the barn had once been her whole world- and now WindClan was- she could now see the sheer number of cats that surrounded her every day. Scorchpaw cannot help but to marvel at it.

There's not much marveling to be had before another apprentice seems to nearly walk into her. She stumbles backward to avoid the collision and evaluate the projectile, finding that she is more curious than irritated. Scorchpaw blinks wide amber eyes at the ShadowClan apprentice before her as she practically turns up her nose at her. Is she addressing... her? Scorchpaw looks around owlishly and then back to the apprentice. "WindClan," she replies shortly. The chimera straightens up a little, wanting to measure up to what this apprentice might be seeking from her.

"I'm... Scorchpaw," she remembers her manners after a pregnant pause. There is another pause before she remembers to ask in return: "What's your name?"

I AM WHAT I AM ★ AND I AM NOTHING

• interacting with @cloudberrypaw , mentioning @gorsepaw
  

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• SCORCHPAW she/her, windclan, six moons.
  ★ tortie x blue spotted tabby w/ low white chimera
  ★ mentored by none (yet)
  ★ relations tbd
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by carat ↛ ccaarraatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Magnoliapeak]

Magnoliapeak, like Owlbark (though with less of a dutiful dog-like nature) is here out of obligation. If not solely to her clan, then certainly to her aunt. It had been gutsy to have proposed such a gathering that included other clans. If you'd asked Magnoliapeak, if the clans were supposed to come together then there would have never been a split in the colonies. They were meant to stand apart from each other. She was even reluctant to the idea of having allegiances outside of the ranks of ThunderClan. Still, she walks silently behind Juniperstar with her apprentice in tow. RiverClan, to her chagrin, is the first to arrive outside of her own clan. She is disinterested in mingling with their overzealous, fishy neighbors.

She finds a place among her clanmates- properly positioned so that she is able to defend herself if need be- and watches as the others arrive. She takes the opportunity to teach Sandpiperpaw about the other clans, but doesn't give much anecdotal weight to any of them. To the warrior, the others were just nonsensical obstacles that surrounded them. "You can talk to the other apprentices if you want," Magnoliapeak speaks to Sandpiperpaw with a scoff, eyes lingering on the bickering ShadowClan apprentices "Though I'm sure you'd rather not get mixed up with such... trivial things." If Sandpiperpaw wanted to get mixed up in that nonsense she would get an earful from Magnoliapeak later anyhow, and she already knew WindClan would be out of the question too, given the border scuffle.

The dilute tortoiseshell finds herself quickly disinterested, eyes wandering around the outskirts of fourtrees. Four clans present. SkyClan is the final one to arrive, but they seem far less enthused than apparently reported initially by Juniperstar. In fact, they seem as if they are about to storm fourtrees itself. Her eyes narrow and she turns to her apprentice again: "Don't go near SkyClan," she hisses lowly "They seem to be in foul spirits."

SPILL IT OPEN ❀ LET IT RUSH TO MY HEAD

• / talking to @sandpiperpaw
  

• 

• MAGNOLIAPEAK she/her, thunderclan, twenty-three moons.
  ❀ shorthaired dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes.
  ❀ mentored by her parents (informal), mentoring sandpiperpaw
  ❀ sister of hyacinthrain and honeysucklecry; daughter of hazelheart x bracken (rip)
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline and tag when attacking pls!
  ❀ penned by carat / ccaarraatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Frostmoth]

Cold, blue eyes track the crowd as both WindClan and ShadowClan arrive. A likely pair to be coming together, Frostmoth thinks, but grants it no further suspicion than that at the risk of becoming paranoid even as Sablestar and Dustystar begin openly chatting. He already had been uncomfortable with the idea of coming together with so many outsiders, but now found that he was more on edge than before. There are no surprises though. Everyone seems amicable at best and begrudging at worst (unless you counted the bickering between ShadowClan apprentices). Frostmoth sighs and attempts to focus on something else that will help him pass the time until this can get started and conclude just as quickly.

His eyes snap back forward as someone speaks to him, though. A formidable tomcat he's never met before who introduces himself as Goldenroar, WindClan's deputy. Frostmoth finds himself endeared by the politeness of this stranger. While he hadn't been one of the cats on the patrol to WindClan, he had been under the impression that all of the cats from WindClan were strange and cold, but the opposite could not be more true for Goldenroar. "Frostmoth," the bicolor introduces with the unceremonious clearing of his throat "Deputy of RiverClan. Nice to meet you." His gaze wanders thoughtfully across the crowd, feeling a bit awkward given the stilted interaction with the other deputy who is far more... amicable... than Owlbark.

"The lack of rain is nice," he agrees, tail flicking against the ground as he gives into the lull of small talk "Though it rains enough in RiverClan territory that I wouldn't be bothered by it anyhow." SkyClan arrives, snapping Frostmoth's gaze back to the edges of the clearing. They don't seem particularly thrilled. He picks Stormcrow out of the croud, she is hissing something to a clanmate. A much different cat from the one he had met at the border so many times. He glances at Owlbark, then to Goldenroar, and back to SkyClan. But he says nothing about it.

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• / speaking to @GOLDENROAR , acknowledging the arrival of SkyClan
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!

 

[hazelheart hazelheart]

(🜲) the stocky brown tabby follows her leader into the clearing with curiosity gleaming in her eyes. it's not the worst idea she has ever heard to get the clans together. still, her heart hammers as she notes the shadowclanners mingling about. bracken's murderer may be here, and hawthorne's murderer most certainly is. sablestar sidles over to juniperstar, nuzzling his mate and hazelheart's lip curls. brushing by serpentberry, she notes the medicine cat's poison green gaze flick bitterly over the action. the earthen tabby follows the dappled she-cat towards their leader, bending to murmur in grizzlypaw's ear. "go and mingle, kid. just be mindful and don't talk too much," with an amused twitch of her whiskers, she sends her apprentice on his way.

hazelheart notes her daughter's careful golden gaze sweeping across the crowd, spots a couple riverclan cats she recognizes, but still continues towards juniperstar. brushing her tail across her sister-in-law's flank, the tabby eyes sablestar and then dips her head to pikestar, whom she has interacted with several times at the border.. "greetings," she blinks, offering a small smile to the nervous looking apprentice at the leader's side. "this is quite a feat," she mentions, flicking her ears. "to gather all of these cats under a rule of peace." of course, if any cat were able to, it would be juni.

I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW 🜲 MY BLOODY SWORD TO SWING

• // briefly talking to @grizzlypaw : ̗̀➛ and then guard dog-ing @juniperstar and talking with @PIKESTAR @Iciclepaw etc " #b8a300"
• 
• HAZEL 🜲 SHE / HER, STORM GUARD OF THUNDERCLAN. 58 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold

​

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[gorsepaw]

☼ . ° ✦

There were too many cats here. Her nose wrinkled at the mingling of rotted wood, fish guts, and bog. She clung to those whose scents smelled more like the fresh grass and wildflowers she was used to. Pebblepaw was a comfort during this. He had that giddy look that only faltered rarely. "I'm gonna go with Scorchpaw and see if I can find him," she whispered back, beginning to chase after the she-cat as she wandered through the crowd. She felt bad - briefly - for leaving her brother, but Scorchpaw hadn't seen the tom who gave her those scratches yet. Gorsepaw wanted to show off just how big he was and how awesome it was that she got away from him. He could've killed her!

Scorchpaw was moving through the crowd and Gorsepaw was her pale shadow, scanning with her wide yellow-green eyes. There are so many ThunderClanners here. Or at least she assumes they are. It's hard to tell them all apart. She watched with fascination as Goldenroar cut through the crowd. He was a big tom, too, and other cats seemed to part just for his pawsteps. He stops to talk to-

Him. The tom. Gorsepaw is looking squarely at the ThunderClan tom when Scorchpaw froze in front of another young cat. She smelled of bog and frog slime, but she looked... kind. This is what the gathering was about, according to Dustystar. This talking to other cats and learning about their way of life. It didn't stop the sneer on her face as she remembered the rumor that spread through camp recently. It was her nature to bite first, and she opens her mouth ready to do so. Scorchpaw's very neutral greeting, though, caused her to bite her tongue. Play nice tonight, she reminded herself. She didn't stop herself from nudging her clanmate and gesturing her head toward the brown tom talking to Goldenroar. A silent, that one.

"Gorsepaw." So many words were held back just to choke out that greeting. Another time. Another place. She wouldn't let this friend of thieves walk off without reprimand when they met after tonight.

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ooc information

• ooc: talking to @scorchpaw and @cloudberrypaw after walking away from @Pebblespaw
• 

  NIP GORSEPAW — SHE/HER ･ 6 MOONS ･ APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY MUDDLY!

  silver tabby with high white and yellow-green eyes. a grumpy, independent she-cat that prefers to bite before she speaks. raised by alder. adopted sibling to icepaw and pebblepaw.

 

[Jadethorn]

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

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Oh this was going to be quite the night. In all honesty, the molly was excited to see what would happen. A Gathering of all the clans, situated in the old home of the broken colony. It was bound to be wrought with chaos. Between the tension stemming from the heist and the old rivalries from back in the colony days, Jadethorn was certain her clan would have their own predicaments. Still, Sablestar had told them to behave. Remain civil. Don't cause trouble. But if trouble came to her? Who said self defense wasn't off the table?

There was also the fact that if anyone tried anything with her – a certain aquatic smelling clan in particular coming to mind – they would have a whole mess of Shadowclanners ripping into their pelts. Her steps were slower these days, sides round to nearly bursting and the news of her upcoming litter public knowledge to her clan and any cats who could see. For all purposes, she should have been in the nusery, or at least stayed closer to camp, but she was a council member now. Newly added along with her recently freed friend Cherryblaze. There was no way she would have missed the chance to brag about her new position! Afterall, what council member would miss the first ever Gathering.

The rosetted molly stepped into the clearing after her newly graduated apprentice and her friends. Fleafire embodied exactly what she felt in that moment. Pride. In her accomplishments, in her new found position. Why wouldn't they show it off, holding their head high. Jadethorn watched as everyone started to break off after Sablestar, the view of all kinds of different pelts coming more into view as they spread out to interact with the other clans. She stayed for a moment, green haze scanning the crowd for tell tale markings from any of the Riverclanners she and Cherryblaze may have run in to from the heist. Wouldn't it be fun if they were to find out about her new promotion? First though, there was a particular molly she wants to share that with and - Oh!

The touch to her cheek very nearly took her by surprise if she didn't catch that telltale scent of herbs and oak. Still, it didn't stop her from jolting just a tad before a soft purr emanated from her when that snake like tail coiled around her own, guiding the night guard to her side without a thought of resistance. For all purposes, they should have been enemies of old, spitting insults across the tarmac like she would do with any other from the forest, but there was something so easy to fall into when it involved the late prince's mate. Their relationship was simple. They knew of each other's dangers but there was a sort of mutual agreement between them. The threads between them were of news and gossip. Of cat watching and playful insults. There was no need for anything more between them. Just two queens of the old colony who enjoyed a good talk.

Then why did she suddenly feel heat rise to her ears at the nickname that spilled from the tortoiseshell's lips? Usually toxic eyes flickered sideways for just a second, ears twitching ever so slightly backwards before they came back to position. "A-Ah. I didn't know snakes enjoyed collecting beautiful stones. Don't they prefer plants?" A playful jab on two points. One for her profession and another for how her gemstone had clocked where she had just come from. A sly smile, small and...nervous? That fluttering she had felt for that pointed molly healing at home was now back. But this time, Jadethorn pushed past it. She couldn't let the heat in her cheeks and the sudden feelings she was catching get in the way of enjoying sharing the new tea with the mother.

Her tongue dragged over her lips, clearing the lump that had formed. "I wouldnt want to miss the chance to talk my favorite medicine cat. After all, when else would I tell you, my dear snake, the wonderful news. Your..." A falter, the slight twitch of a whisker. A paw came up to press against her chest and her teeth gleamed as she smirked wider now. "precious stone is shining in Shadowclan as the newest Night Guard. Plus, I wasn't going to let some roundness stop me from seeing whatever disaster might unfold at this 'first gathering'." She wasn't oblivious to the flickering gaze of her companion. If anything it made her a bit more calm in the moment. More like herself, if she didnt have those similar green eyes baring down on her every expression and movement.

A small laugh escapes her at the memory of the spoiled princess of the past. "Oh yes, I truly do remember that. So many acted gentle around you. Couldn't see that you were just as strong with kits as without. These stones..." The nickname came natural, following Serpent's example. A paw pressed against her stomach. "They are definitely rough. They've been making me spend to many lazy days in the sun, if you ask me. I'm gonna miss my freedom when they finally come. I won't get to visit your forest for squirrels anymore." As if that was the only reason she went there now a days.

Her attention was then drawn away as a commotion stirred among apprentices from her own clan, one of them being her old apprentice. Fleafire was already getting into some trouble it seemed, but at least it was with their own clan. It almost made her laugh at how Snakepaw cowered under the weight of the three. Part of her itched to know what was said to cause such a spite fest, but when the telltale white pelt of Sablestar's apprentice broke away from them, she had a bit of an inkling. That Stoatpaw was always a disappointment. Yet, Fleafire was extremely fond of her and so Jade had recently been holding back on making her thoughts known. Plus that would just put Sablestar on her bad side. "Good to see my old apprentice keeping the others on their toes. The runt could teach them a thing or two, now that she's a warrior." A suddle nod towards Fleafire was given before she turned back to Serpentberry. She was about to ask which cat was her own. After all, if she wasn't planning on going to that bug for these few weeks left, she was sure the thunder medicine cat-to-be would appear by her mentor's side at some point.

But the words never made it past her thoughts as a new scent of pine and iron wafted it's way into the mix. She was once again pulled away, tail subconsciously brushing against the snake's own as her attention was brought to the new arrivals. Spotted ears perked forward and toxic gaze widened as the last clan, Skyclan, was lead their way in by scarlet soaked pelts. The smile on Jadethorn seemed to widen, teeth glinting in the moon light. The rosette couldnt help but lean into the tortoiseshell, not taking their eyes off the sudden change of air that came with the last visitors. "I think this is about to get very interesting, my beautiful serpent. I wonder who's blood they're letting matt their fur."
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

• ooc
  —— Interacting with @serpentberry and open to more interacts!
  
• 
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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Night Guard of Shadowclan
  ❖ 35 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

Iciclepaw never fails in making him proud. The little tom has come a long way from when the clan first took him in. Of course, the apprentice still had a ways to go but he was proud of the progress made thus far. He decides to leave Iciclepaw with Boarpaw when Windclan's scent begins to fill the air. If anything goes south with Boarpaw, Iciclepaw could always run to him. For now, he approaches Dustystar who greets Juniperstar with her apprentice. Once she's done he offers a smile and wave of his paw.

"Heya Dustystar. It's nice to see you again and..."

Green eyes shift to the apprentice beside her.

"I don't think I met you last time? Its nice to meet you, my name is Pikestar. I hope your training has been going swimmingly."

He isn't given much time to chat before Shadowclan arrives. Sablestar quickly approaches them. No one is able to get a word in to the Shadowclan leader as his sole focus is on Juniperstar. Pikestar would be lying if he didn't admit looking to Dustystar for some comradery. After all, they were third wheeling? Whatever was going on here. Thankfully, he and Dustystar are not subjected to whatever Sablestar was doing (Juniperstar didn't appear all too pleased). As expected, Pikestar finds himself excluded from the conversation. He wasn't hoping for one anyway. He was more than aware that the three other leaders had ties with each other. Is it bad to admit I wish Hawkstar was here? Even if she hates my guts? Oh well...

Seeing as Dustystar and Sablestar are occupied he turns his attention to Juniperstar.

"What do you think of Riverclan and Thunderclan lounging together at the sunningrocks? A nice sunbath after a long day of work does wonders for the body and spirit."

Especially for you. You've been running around the forest to make to make this happen for everyone. He isn't able to continue chatting with her due to the influx of pawsteps followed by the scent of blood. Don't tell me a fight already broke out! While each clan had their leaders present all of them were aware of the few bad apples within their ranks. Cats that would push the boundaries of what was expected. However, when he locates the source of the coppery scent...

"That... That doesn't smell or look good."

Hawkstar in all her glory is present, but with a blood stained pelt. Her warriors were also covered in scarlet. It was in this moment he couldn't help but scrunch his nose. Skyclan meant business. No one will argue otherwise. What he along with the other leaders could only wonder was who did she have business with? It could very well be all of them, but Hawkstar is not unwise to show up to a gathering and proclaim war against all the clans. Did Riverclan do something? I know things have gotten out of paw, but I don't think anyone in their right mind would mess with Hawkstar. Ugh, I need to find out before something terrible happens.

Without another word, Pikestar slinks away from the leaders. Hopefully, Hawkstar could hold off on her mission just a little bit.

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• talking briefly to @juniperstar, @Dustystar, and @PEONYPAW . Sablestar is around, crying I wasn't sure to add him its not like Pikestar is talking to him per se. BUT! currently pike has left the leader squad to do who knows what smh
• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  ♱ 39 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
  ♱ speech is

  "#00caa2"

  — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
  

 

[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

─〃

"Do not speak to any ShadowClanner. I don't care what Pikestar says, they get nothing from us." While he wasn't intending on directly picking fights, Smokewreath was sure as hell not going to endorse fraternizing with those swamp dwelling bastards after what they did and he sure as shit wasn't going to pretend niceties for the sake of peace. If ShadowClan got their feelings hurt for being snubbed they should pray to the stars that's ALL they got hurt this night because if he had his way they'd be raiding their camp tonight while they all gallivanted around here.
Still not an entirely bad idea, looks like they brought several of those wretches from the raid here to flaunt in our faces anyways. The dark tom's lips curl disdainfully before he tears his gaze away from the other cats gathered and focuses back on Curlpaw, "Go on, feel free to chat with apprentices from other clans. I believe we're on good terms with ThunderClan still." Not that he really much cared for socializing himself but he knew this was a first for several of the youngsters and he would not begrudge them that. Surely having at least one ally was a good idea, but given how ShadowClan's leader seemed to be sliding along the chocolate tabby leader of ThunderClan's side like some slithering serpent he was not beginning to second guess even that. They looked a little too comfortable together didn't they? Gross.

Ooc- Talking to his apprentice @Curlpaw - open to interacts, but he will snarl at ShadowClanners.

─ & the place you need to reach.

Smoke

— RiverClan Warrior
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
#ff7d46

 

[Sealpaw Sealpaw]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

x

She's genuinely excited about something for what feels like moons- a gathering! Sealpaw could meet with all of her old friends from when they were a colony! If they showed up... Even so, Flamerunner was by her side at least so she wouldn't be lonely no matter who did or did not arrive.

He had always been kind and understanding- Marbleshine was too of course but after she'd gotten hurt the apprentice had been worried that the journey to Fourtrees would jar her injuries and she'd all but begged for her to stay home with the promise of telling her all that would happen tonight.

The scents of so many cats was overwhelming, familiar and strange all at once. The colony had never been this big as far as she could remember. It had been big of course but Sealpaw almost couldn't see the ground ahead for all the pelts milling about. If it had been as big as this, would they all have split sooner? Would Leopard have lived? If they had fled to the barn like her mother's original plan, would she be calling herself Windclan rather than Shadowclan?

Flamerunner gently bumps against her and she startles slightly before smiling at the joke. "My own Night Guard..! Or would that make you a Seal Guard?" The laugh that comes from her mouth is genuine, blue eyes squinting a bit before she shakes her head. "...Do you think Thunderflash will be here? I wanna say hi to him."

She could still clearly recall that disastrous patrol across the thunderpath led by Jadethorn where the tom had ominously told her to watch her back. What had he meant? ...Her clanmates had no reason to turn on her- sure she and Fleafire had never really gotten along but she had never once felt like she was in mortal danger despite how often they had argued or not seen eye to eye.

Climbing onto a rock, the apprentice scanned the crowd intently. "I can't really see him with all these-" The words died in her throat as the wind shifted, bringing with it the scent of iron and fury and her head snapped to the other edge of the clearing to see a group of cats approaching like death itself. The scent of blood is sickeningly familiar but what startles her the most is she recognizes a cat in the group. The silent cat that'd appeared when she'd gotten lost on Skyclan territory... The cat that had kindly pointed her, Moth, and Flea home...they looked nothing like they did now.

Sealpaw finds herself crouching slightly, wide-eyed, fur on end as memories of the night the colony shattered come flooding back, powerful and overwhelming. "Flame... W-why are they like that..? Juniperstar said this was supposed to be a night of peace, didn't she..?"

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail. 13 Moons
#4c66bf

ooc: talking to @Flamerunner and looking for @THUNDERFLASH before noticing Skyclan's arrival, in particular @Teaselfeather