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

[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentWindclan's leader enters the clearing with her head held high, her clan following behind her. "All of you, best behavior. We don't need more enemies." She looks over her shoulder, assessing her gathered cats, before locking eyes with a certain bay molly in the crowd. "They may have wronged us before, but we need to trust in Juniperstar's bid for peace." Dustystar is wary of the offer herself, but the chance at peace - and getting answers - is too good to pass up.

indent Silver fur parts a path through the crowd, making its way to the longfurred brown tabby on the opposite side of the clearing. Dustystar recognizes her as fitting Juniperstar's description, based on what Merrystalk had told her. At the moment, Thunderclan's leader is engaging in easy conversation with Pikestar, who's in the middle of entertaining some of the gathered cats.
"Juniperstar. It's good to finally meet you." She keeps the tone light, but there's an air of tension in her voice. Juniperstar is the leader she's last to meet, and get a read on. The molly seems nice enough, but Dustystar remains suspicious. Regardless, she bows her head, politely. "Thank you for putting all of this together"

- addressing @MAREMANE @juniperstar -
-apprentice tag @PEONYPAW -​

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Pebblespaw]

PEBBLEPAW

You taught me the courage of stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after death

Things were happening fast, too fast... But Pebblepaw kept his ears pricked, listening with strained focus as talk of the Gathering reached him. Where others saw excitement, or nerves, or ceremony... he saw opportunity. A chance to search farther than they'd let him wander. A chance to look for Mama Alder beyond the hills and heather. Surely, if he just kept looking... So of course he was striding in step with the other WindClanners, a cheerful smile plastered across his face, a little too wide, a little too bright to be entirely sincere.

" Gosh! This is gonna be super exciting, huh? " he chirped, tail swishing high. " I just hope no stinkin' ThunderClanners are gonna be bullies again, like last time! " His smile sharpened at the edges, tail flicking once with visible irritation. No. He wouldn't let that happen again. All the while, his eyes never stopped moving, scanning every direction, every unfamiliar pelt in the distance. Mama Alder could be here. Maybe not tonight, but someday... someday he'd see faer in the crowd.

He leaned a little closer to Gorsepaw, voice dipping into a whisper full of mock curiosity. " D'ya think that dumb cat who was so mean to you'll be there, huh? " His expression was all innocence, but there was a glint in his eyes, something more feral than friendly. He was watching. Waiting.

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[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

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

It was like there was something caught in his throat, having heard first-hand the suggestion of a gathering from Juniperstar had left Merrystalk on edge since. Maybe a moon ago, he would have thought the idea to be great, a peaceful way to bring the five clans together, catch up with the ongoings and let folks mingle amicably.

But the events of the last half moon had left the Gale Guard shaken; he refused to let it show, but the hypervigilance since the attack on Dustystar hadn't given him time to think straight. Though he wouldn't allow that to strike fear into his clanmates, a council wrought in fear would only lead to issues for the clan, so Merry strode along with Harefoot and Hollowmumble, Cloverpaw following very closely behind. He chattered as he always did, a warm smile on his face and filling the conversation with his usual sort of cheer. The tension of him snapping at Sassafrass had left permenant issues admist some of his friends, so it was something he was nipping in the bud sooner than later.

"- 'm just curious what on earth Juniperstar has planned fer this whole thing." His voice was a hum, trying not to ruin one of the only stalks of rye he had with him. Since his own... Run in. His nerves had gotten the better of him, and he turned to his usual absent chewing on stalks of plants to keep his mind busy over getting neurotic at the slightest glimpse of a problem. Part of him had considered staying home, protecting Honeyflower and Owlbear, but then again, he felt a duty to protect Dustystar where he had failed before.

Though his voice died down as they made it to Fourtrees, it seemed that Thunderclan and Riverclan had beaten them to the punch, but Skyclan and Shadowclan were nowhere to be seen. They would show in time, but for now, he nodded politely towards Juniperstar yet again, trying to show some sort of gratitude for the creation of the gathering as if he didn't currently hate the idea of being anywhere near the cat that could have been terrorising the clan.

His gaze instead fell to his clanmates, noticing @Cloverpaw 's usual nervous disposition seemed more overt than usual, while he hadn't had as much time to talk with the kid, she was close to Hollow, and that meant he felt just as responsible for helping the apprentice out, too. "Aye, Clover, I know the gatherin' is gonna be a lil' dauntin', but if ya' get worried 'bout somethin' ya' can come to me 'nd I'll try 'n help." Sometimes the knowledge of there being someone to keep an eye out is enough for even the meekest cats to relax a little, but then again he couldn't blame her for being on edge.

He couldn't help but notice what seemed to be Pebblepaw and Gorsepaw conspiring in some way, after the confrontation with Thunderclan he needed to keep a close eye on the pair too... Merry let out a small huff, he wouldn't let himself get worked up, but already with so many new faces, he couldn't help but feel on edge himself for the safety of his friends and family.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

• ooc - addressing @Cloverpaw and dragging along @Hollowmumble and @harefoot . feel free to annoy merry or come bug me in my channel for ideas or side threads :3
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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.
  #9D6E46

 

[SABLESTAR]

His rules had been cut and dry before leading his warriors to the oaks. Start a fight, and you'll be licking the camp clean. He did not care for whatever personal vendettas his Clanmates may have beyond what he already knew existed between them and ThunderClan. He knows RiverClan may have plenty to say despite reaching a resolution, at the very least he may find some pleasant company in WindClan or the mystical SkyClan he has not seen of yet.

Before they even step a single paw into the clearing the scent of so many cats tells him of how overwhelmed the Oaks have become. Swarming with different colored pelts and drifting too many scents for him to follow. It would be easy to get lost in, he can hardly spot Juniperstar in the mix of it all. He had been hopeful they might speak again but a crowd surrounded her. He recognized one of the faces from the RiverClan patrol, and the other his kin from WindClan. He did not feel any strong desire to push through the crowd to reach them, but he had anyway- who else would he bother speaking to?

"She really knows how to start a party." Sablestar meowed over the all the noise, reaching to nudge his muzzle against his mate in greeting before settling beside Dustystar. "How is WindClan? I was thinking, with greenleaf so prosperous in prey recently, our warriors may enjoy a hunt together some time." A gathering of their own, maybe, without all this unnecessary pushing between pelts just to walk.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• interacting with @Dustystar @juniperstar and @PIKESTAR :)
  "mew"
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･sixty moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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The moon hung overhead like a silver coin, its light spilling over, molten silver glinting off their backs. Cats poured in like floodwater, pelts brushing, voices blending into a low, indecipherable hum. Fleafire picked through the crowd with her eyes, scanning for anything familiar—though unless one of the other clan cats felt like talking to her, she was content to keep to her own.

She strutted in with shoulders loose and chin proudly lifted just-so, flanked on either side by Tickpaw and Stoatpaw. The latter she nudged playfully with her shoulder. She was the smallest of the three, but between the three of them—she was the only warrior. Tonight, she was looking out for them.

After what happened with RiverClan, she wouldn't put it past one of those fishmongers to try something. She heard just how they treated her friend over there. Fleafire had half the mind to march up to the silver bastard that threatened her and mash his face in.

Her gaze burned across the gathering, embers sweeping the crowd. Let them stare at them. Let them talk too. She hoped someone would make the mistake of testing their luck—just so she could show them exactly what she'd learned from Froststorm and Jadethorn. Scars ached faintly, still fresh enough to sting when she stretched that leg. She'd started to like them, though. Scars looked pretty badass—and if she was going to walk among cats like Sablestar and Coalstrike, she figured she'd need a few more.

"This..." She muttered between the two. "—has got to be the dumbest idea in the history of dumb ideas." A smirk twitched on her face. Fleafire wouldn't have missed it for all the frogs in the pocosin.

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Talking to @Tickpaw and @Stoatpaw

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.

 

[PEONYPAW]

Peonypaw had not needed to think much about whether he wants to come to this oh-so important meeting; with Dustystar herself having crowned herself with the rather unfortunate task of mentoring him, his participation had been expected. Something about proposed peace—Peonypaw hopes with every bit of his being that peace will eventually grace him—warrants all the correct appearances. That is to say, he doesn't belong, but it's not like someone like him could change the mind of someone like Dustystar.

The fur along his spine lifts as soon as he sees the crowd. The location itself doesn't speak to him like it would speak for others, seeing as Peonypaw had not participated in what ended the Colonies, so the night sky or the swaying foliage are all but background noise. It's the countless faces and the overwhelming scents that grab him at once instead.

Like a lost little kitten, Peonypaw follows Dustystar. His tail drags on the ground and his head remains lowered: anxiety bleeds from him with every uncertain, fidgety movement of his too-long limbs. Dustystar had not dismissed him, had not told him to go and mingle (thank the stars for that), and without anything better to do, he instinctively clings to her like some sort of safety net. It's the most amount of obedience she has seen from him in moons.

Dustystar's shadow takes a seat right beside him. Peonypaw's eyes are somehow simultaneously narrowed in suspicion and widened to the size of two moons as he steals glances at the other leaders; he doesn't wish to make eye contact, lest they speak to him, but their presence draws him in nevertheless. Suddenly still like stone, Peonypaw grinds his teeth together and listens.

@Dustystar @juniperstar @SABLESTAR @PIKESTAR & open for interactions!

 

[Hollowmumble]

Hollowmumble, -- 36 Moons / 'Windclan' Cat -- Ages on the 14th
Black spotted ghost tabby with bright amber eyes.
She is friendly, yet quiet, and always willing to help.

Interacting with @Merrystalk @Cloverpaw

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This peaceful gathering worried Hollow. It would be so easy for something like this to be some kind of trap, which she was inclined to beleive due to the aggression that Thunderclan had shown the adolescents of their clan. She didn't quite trust it, but honestly it seemed like none of them did. She could tell from the nervous glances and shifting paws amongst many of the cats that had come along, which was a lot of them. She herself found herself curious, torn between going and staying back at camp to make sure the younger cats and the more vulnerable had someone capable to guard them. Not to say the others that stayed weren't capable, Hollow wasn't experienced at fighting herself, but at least she would be there.

Watching as more and more cats gathered together to get ready to leave, including Merry, she found herself drifting closer to the gathering group until she was standing by Merrystalk with Cloverpaw firmly at her side. As they all set out, she gave the camp one last worried glance.

At Merry's hummed curiosity about Juniperstar's plans, Hollow mumbled "I just hope it's nothing too bad." Anything could go wrong, and she knew it. At least with their large group, if it came down to a fight, they might have good enough numbers to make it somewhat even.

As their group slipped through the ferns and into the fourtrees, she immediantly took her assumptions back. They would absolutely be outnumbered if this were an ambush. It seemed that wasn't the case however, as she watched the cats that were slowly intermingling. Casting a couple wary glances in Thunderclan's direction, she pressed her flank up against Cloverpaw's side. There were so many cats already, and based off of the scents alone, it seemed this wasn't even all of them. There were more clans to go. The noise from all the conversation made her ears lay flat to try and block some of it out, there were more cats here than there ever were at the barn. It was overwhelming.

Focusing back on her clanmates, she heard Merry's reassurances toward Cloverpaw. "I'll stay close." she said, half to Cloverpaw, half to Merry. It wasn't like she was going anywhere. She wasn't as much of a talker as many of the other cats were.

 

[Coalstrike Coalstrike]

Coalstrike marched with purpose, each step echoing his confidence as his amber gaze swept across the gathering cats. His plume-like tail slashed once through the air, a silent signal of both control and tension. The clan he strode with was proud, strong. This Gathering felt like a performance, a hollow invitation. A fool's errand, if you asked him. But Sablestar had spoken, and Coalstrike would obey. Let the children mingle. Let the other clans preen. He would attend, and he would watch.

Perhaps, if fortune saw fit... He might even find his son among the sea of ThunderClan pelts. ...Or her. Though that was wishful thinking, the kind of slim hope that gnawed instead of comforted. His hackles lifted briefly at the thought, a breath leaving him through flared nostrils. He refocused. Sablestar had been explicit: no bloodshed. No unnecessary squabbles. He would behave. Civil, even. To all of them. Even the simpering cats of RiverClan.

The scent of many cats hit him all at once. He narrowed his eyes, scanning the crowd and then he saw him. Copper. The way the younger tom froze told Coalstrike everything. His own satisfaction was quiet but undeniable, curling his lip into the faintest smirk. Without a word, he broke off from the group and settled himself in a spot where he could see clearly, his large form casting a shadow. He loomed, a mountain of silent judgment and sharp memory. He said nothing. But he watched. And waited. Because this was bound to go wrong... And then they would see just what kind of truths would survive the night.

Half a thought to join his son, have small talk. See whether he was as brainwashed as ever, but he decided against it. If he wanted information, he would get such the next time him and Stilldream would meet... Talking about... His gaze wandered momentarily, falling upon the pristine white molly and giving a slow blink in her direction, no more than that as he shifted his attention once more, observing each cat that was currently present.

___________________ I DON'T FORGIVE, I DON'T FORGET ☆ A wound's a warning, a debt is a debt. ___________________

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• COALSTRIKE he/him, shadowclanner, sixty-six moons.
  ☆ a lh black cat dangerous amber eyes. has a mane around his head, is huge [ grandiose ]
  ☆ mentoring vanillapaw
  ☆ loyal to sable, despises thunderclan
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by lion ↛ lionharted on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[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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The blue-furred tom skulked forward, his paws brushing the forest floor as he trailed behind the group of ShadowClanners, at his side his sister and beside her, his friend; Stoatpaw. His form hugged the shadows, shoulders hunched slightly, head low. A faint frown tugged at his muzzle, and his tail dragged just enough to stir fallen leaves in his wake. He cast a sideways glance at the smaller warrior beside him, torn ear twitching to signal he was listening, even if he hadn't said much. The dark pressed in around them like a second skin, and he hated how it made his chest tighten, tight with unease, tight with memories.

His sharp orange eyes narrowed, a flicker of teeth flashing in a silent grimace before he pushed ahead. Already, the sharp scent of many cats drifted on the wind, too many. It made his hackles itch. This was a bad idea. The only reason he had come at all was because Fleafire and Stoatpaw were here. He needed to be close. Needed to shield them if things turned. To bare his teeth at the first sign of danger. He didn't trust this gathering. Not for a heartbeat. ShadowClan and ThunderClan had never been friends. Not even if Sablestar wanted to prance after the ThunderClan leader like a lovesick hare. That didn't account for the rest of the clans. And RiverClan would be here too. Tension pulsed in the air like lightning before a storm. WindClan atleast was an ally... SkyClan had... Been kind to him after the coyote attack...

" Agreed. " he murmured finally, glancing toward Fleafire before his eyes flicked to Stoatpaw. She had changed... Ever since the heist. Ever since her so-called 'grounding'... Tickpaw could feel the weight both his friends carried, invisible but undeniable. Secrets they wouldn't share. Worries they wouldn't speak. He watched Stoatpaw a second longer, his gaze softening for just a flicker before he quickly looked away. Focus. Eyes on the crowd. On the threat. " …This spells trouble. " he muttered at last, his voice quiet and rough with certainty. His eyes slitted as he scanned the gathering ahead.

He was ready. If blood was shed, he would stand between it and the ones he loved.

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