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

[OWLBARK]

Owlbark watched cats mill about and press pelts and make shy greetings. He felt so out of place here. The confession to himself turned his fur hot in embarrassment. Several cats seemed so at home and at ease with all of these strangers. His mind went back to the Four Trees several moons ago when these swarming masses were comprised of rogues and loners finding any semblance of meaning. Like him.

He tried his best to push Hawthorne from his mind these days. There was no use in it. There was no use in imagining his light pelt mingling among these strangers with his eyes alight in confidence. Owlbark could have watched and followed and answered to his beck and call happily. Hawthorne could have been Thornstar and Sablestar would be slinking around in shame instead of the brazen way he strutted up to Juniperstar. His pelt stood in bitter rage and his claws pressed into the trodden grass. He hated the way the ShadowClan leader made Juniperstar shrink. He hated him.

He rose to approach the group, but stopped himself at Serpentberry's touch after Sablestar's. Juniperstar stood just a little taller. Owlbark blinked away the hot tears that swelled in his vision and swallowed the lump that threatened to make home in his mouth. There was no use.

A sturdy body of gold moved in front of the group he had focused on. Goldenroar of WindClan, he assumed. He smelled of open air and moved like it. He looked to the RiverClan deputy he also addressed. So, they were all second in command. How serendipitous they all ended up near each other.

"Owlbark. ThunderClan's deputy." The tom gave the most polite nod he could to the talk of weather. He opened his mouth to give his brief thoughts when the tang of dried and rotting blood filled the air. His nose wrinkled and ears flattened to his head. He knew that blood scent.

Green eyes snap to attention to see SkyClanners painted in blood. Oh, StarClan above. He dipped his head briefly to the other deputies before slinking away, head bowed. He would have liked to stay and learn anything about their clans, but the tension that filled the clearing now was more important. The mother of that warrior scanned the crowd and he knew it was to find him. There was no way this was going to end well.

Owlbark pushed through the bodies surrounding his leader, heartbeat hammering in his ears. He gave a quick glare to Sablestar before he pressed to her shoulder. "I need your attention. Now," he whispered in her ear. His tail lashed behind him and he could feel saliva building in his mouth. He is nervous, he realized. Not for himself but for the ThunderClanners that milled about. Apprentices, elders, and fresh warriors with no blood to their name. They wouldn't survive this if it went the way he worried.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚

• ooc: mobile post! sorry for any typos <3 again
  
  briefly talking to @GOLDENROAR and @Frostmoth before trying to talk to @juniperstar
  
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  ☾ THUNDERCLAN DEPUTY
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[SABLESTAR]

Juniperstar's insistence on dressing him as some petulant child is waved dismissively with a lazy paw. "Do not trouble yourself with matters outside of ThunderClan, you have enough weighing on your shoulders already." He speaks out of care for his mate, of course. Juggling the mundane droll of drama between his own Clan was enough, especially when tensions with their neighbors across the Thunderpath were far worse. Now with RiverClan in the mix he hardly felt a wink of sleep without it buzzing between his ears.

The face of one that wore RiverClan scent- honestly Sablestar had forgotten he was there- continued to pick up conversation with the spotted tabby. Reminded of his prior suspicions the tom briefly flickered between other faces to see if he could spot the leader of that patrol. Maybe Frostmoth had been lying that he was deputy at all, for all he knew he was the true leader of RiverClan. Regardless, four Clans already collected together, there was only one missing now. The other face he failed to meet- SkyClan's. He is not left wandering long where they might be as the familiar scent of rot entered the Great Oaks.

"That is a strange introduction." He muttered lowly as he glanced around the faces of his Clan. None appeared guilty or smug, this was not ShadowClan's work at the very least. What a relief. And yet he still caught a glare from some ThunderClanner. Unimpressed on many fronts, Sablestar rolled his shoulders with a long exhale. "I suppose we'll hear SkyClan's troubles soon enough. Have either of you met them before?" He doesn't know what to expect outside of Coalstrike and Possumgrin's report from a couple moons ago. They appeared diplomatic and kind, from what he gathered. Very unlike the sight of them now.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･sixty moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[Curlpaw]

- Curlpaw -

Life is to be enjoyed not endured.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟡ "We should get back to our clan, Curlpaw."
Her head nodded towards her companion. The chunky she cat dragged her feet as she padded after Torrentpaw. Glancing back only briefly to assess Snakepaw's demeanor. A sorrow washing over her momentarily. Could shadowclan really be that cruel? To surround and ridicule a young dumb cat for a comment that was well intended? And what's more, why did Torrentpaw react the way he did? What possibly could be going on inside his head?

Her mind was flooded with questions. With a gently shake, she forced the wave of anxiety to subside. Before she knew it, Curly was coming to a halt to greet her clan mates. A cloud of dust filling the air around her from her hard plop into the muck.

...Didn't go well I take it?

A gentle sigh left the she cat's nostrils. Her head lowering to her paws to get more comfortable. She appreciated their humor but wasn't able to reciprocate.

"Curlpaw's right..."

Curlpaw's right..? O-Of course Curlpaw's right! Her thoughts forming in a weird third person point of view.

"That's what we should be caring about!" Her head swiveled to the new clan. "Juncopaw's right." Curlpaw gave Juncopaw a cheeky out of place smile to thank her for the previous approval. [color=3ba087]"Whatever is about to happen cannot possibly be good." Her ears flattened to a rather aerodynamic pose. Fur bristling all over as she tensed. Though in turn Curlpaw nature, she was still laying down. At least her head was off the ground. Truefully, Curly hadn't even paid attention enough during her lessons to know there was a fifth clan. Her lack of education causing mild embaressement. As long as you don't say anything, no one will realize how stupid you are.

‎ Enjoy the breeze ⟡ for it may not last‎‎ ‎

• ⟡ OOC -
  Talking with @Torrentpaw @Galepaw @JUNCOPAW mentions @Snakepaw
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• Curlpaw
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  She/Her | Riverclan/Apprentice
  
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  Dialogue - text - Thoughts
  
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  Curlpaw is a LAZY cat!! All she wants to do is eat and sleep. Having no motivation to progress in her training, she is often looked down upon. She is very carefree and doesn't care what the others think.
  
  Curlpaw is a Havana mix with a curly coat and a docked tail. Her fur is a rather deep amber. Her eyes glow a vibrant green.
  

 

[Cherrydawn Cherrydawn]

CHERRYDAWN OF SKYCLAN

Cherrydawn marched forward, each step laced with quiet fury. Her mismatched eyes narrowed, flaring with a fire held just barely in check. She had been among the first to earn her warrior name in this new land, the land they reclaimed by returning h o m e.... The land their ancestors had escaped from... It was supposed to be a beginning, a rebirth. But now it was painted red, as if the stars thought they hadn't suffered enough. As if their grief wasn't already deep enough to drown in.

A sharp sting pricked at the corners of her eyes. She refused to let it fall. Not here. Not now. She took in a breath, slow and steady, pressing the emotion back into her chest. Her gaze swept over the gathered crowd, settling like a hawk ready to dive. Wind. Shadow. River. And then... She saw Thunder.

Her nose twitched at the forest scent clinging to their pelts. Her mismatched gaze lingered on them, tail twitching once in restrained thought. Did they know? Did they feel the blood that had been spilled? Did they know that a mother now sat in silence, her son never to return? That his name would be cried into the stars with no answer? Did they know?

THROUGH DIRT AND SHADOW I GROW ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I'm reaching light through the struggle

 

[Thunderpaw Thunderpaw]

——————————————————— You who bares all your teeth in every smile. ✦

She had been told it like a hundred times already, but even so, she nodded politely to Russetfall, promising to be cordial and whatever. After everything that had happened, unless she knew the cat, Thunderpaw decided to keep the conversation short.

It was how she ended up in a huddle of familiar cats; obviously, her brother was the one addressing her most. Though she had to agree, scoffing. "I woulda thought they would've limited how many cats could come. Wish they did now its-" She writhed away from some random cats passing by, Thunderclan maybe? "Cramped."

She had to sigh, nodding almost begrudgingly. It was a weird day when she agreed with her brother, which made the whole thing seem almost uncanny. "I dunno, this whole thing gives me a bad vibe. Sorta wished we stayed home with Rainpaw, coulda seen the kittens without Adderfang getting pissy at us again." Her idea of mingling was hanging out with her brother, which any other day felt like hell, but at least he was safe. With Shadowclan here, she didn't want to leave him or any of their friends out of their sight-

"Wait, where the fuck did Torrent go-" She wondered out loud, only to see him with- "Seriously?" Shadowclan! It had to be Shadowclan! It wasn't her business unless they decided to get dicey with the tom, but otherwise his dad would give him like a moon of nest building for immediately going hanging out with those rats,

Though over her own thoughts, she heard her brother mumble her name. She let out a confused grumble, already sick of this shitty party, to see- Oh… "Skyclan." She confirmed to Galepaw, her run in with them had gone fine, so seeing them here in a seeming war path coated in blood… Shit, this is gonna go bad, isn't it? Thunderpaw swallowed hard, backing closer to Gale as she cast her gaze down, avoiding the eyes of the incoming clan. They didn't always get along, but like fuck she was gonna run with her tail between her legs if her brother's life was at stake if shit went south.

It seemed, though, at least Torrentpaw wisened up as he returned to the group, though Thunderpaw's gaze followed some pretty little apprentice padding away from the group of Shadowclan cats who had hovered near him. "Damn, what's she sulking about?"

She scoffed, turning to Torrent and Curl, chuckling at both of them, especially as Junco was quick to jump on them. "How'd you even end up near them? I heard there were apprentices in the raid. I wouldn't trust any of 'em." Thunder shrugged, gaze following that white apprentice as she wove through the crowd before vanishing.

She hummed, rolling her eyes. "I know it's meant to be peaceful, but I don't think anyone's counting infighting at this point, no point in fighting between clans if they kill each other first- What happened over there, I saw that pretty little white apprentice go sulking off." Thunderpaw sneered with a giggle, while she wasn't one to mingle, she wouldn't argue with some fun gossip, Icepaw would love this.

But, the scent of blood caught her attention, her snarky expression falling as nausea hit her hard. Instead, she lowered her voice and leaned in close to the rest of the Riverclan apprentices "Keep an eye out 'nd be careful, Skyclan are pissed about something, they were cold when I visited but this is something else." Thunderpaw grimaced, she knew she wasn't the most reliable narrator, but as some more Skyclan warriors passed by, she steeled herself slightly. Thunder wasn't the nervous type, but dear Starclan, something was deeply wrong.

——— Take a swim in the water

Dear Arkansas daughter. ————

• Talking with @Galepaw @Torrentpaw @Curlpaw @JUNCOPAW
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  Thunderpaw
  ✦—Riverclan apprentice | 8 moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A stocky, fluffy cinnamon sealpoint kitten with long curled ears and soft blue eyes.
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[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentThunderclan's leader is kinder than Dustystar had expected. The tightness in her chest begins to soften as she speaks with the other leaders. She can't bring herself to speak as casually or as frankly as the other three, but she's happy enough to nod along and chime in whenever she has something to add. "Its good to meet you as well, Pikestar." Her tail flicks to the tom standing beside her "This is Peonypaw, my apprentice. I took him on just recently." Normally, she'd scold Peonypaw for not introducing himself, but his hesitation is warranted, given their company. Dustystar herself is a bit nervous to speak up.

indent When Sablestar settles besides her, she nearly purrs. "Sablestar! It's good to see you doing well. Windclan has been faring... well enough, as happens. There's been some... tension near the borders." She looks away, avoiding the gaze of her cousin. "You see, near the thunderpath, a few nights ago..." Dustystar is hesitant to acknowledge her failure to fight off the attacker, but Sablestar deserves to know of the danger that lurks just beyond his border.

indentBefore she can finish speaking, Dustystar is cut off by the stench of blood filling the clearing. The strong smell is all wafting from the tortishell molly leading the newcomers into the gathering. "Is that..?" Seeing Hawkstar in such a state rattles Dustystar. The new leader had never considered Hawkstar could even look so distressed. "I've meet Hawkstar before, yes." She answers the question, but doesn't take her eyes off of the cat in question. "I wonder what could have caused this."

- speaking to @PIKESTAR @SABLESTAR mentions @PEONYPAW -​

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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Ghost didn't like this place.

He didn't like the crowd or the overwhelming scents, didn't like the shifting eyes of strangers pretending not to size one another up. Ghoststrike had come because it was required, because Juniperstar had wanted to show off how well Thunderclan was doing and because Owlbark had nodded like it mattered.

"Don't wander." he called to Rattlepaw as the apprentice split off to do their own thing, wanting them well within sight. Let them talk and be 'civil', but Ghost wouldn't play into any delusions by thinking he knew or trusted these cats. It wasn't paranoia, just caution earned. The last time he'd stood here with so many cats around had been during the collapse of the colony– when the roots of the very trees they now stood beneath had been slick with blood. Thunderflash had nearly bled out in the dirt a half-dozen tail lengths away.

The toms ear flicked at the memory, chasing it away as the chocolate tabby settled beside him. He could feel the tension rolling of them, could smell the scrid heat of irritation on his fellow Storm Guards pelt as they took in the sight of Juniperstar and Sablestar. Serpentberry pressed against a stranger who reeked of Shadowclan.

"I need a spar as soon as I get back."

"That so?" he replied, gaze still pointed outward despite some part of his attention being trained on his clanmate. "Might be able to work something out– assuming you can keep your head long enough."

A jibe, but it was friendly by Ghosts standards, lacking any really vitriol behind it. He knew it wasn't easy for Thunder, being here, seeing them. The shadowy sentinel didn't much like it, either. But for some star-forsaken reason they'd dragged all their apprentices and elders and even some of the damn queens by the looks of it.

If things went south, it'd be even bloodier than last time.

As if to laugh in his face, the scent of copper chose to meet his nose at just that moment. Blood. Old, dried blood, cutting through the mingling scents like a claw. He straightened instinctively, tail tip flicking once behind them as dark, whiskey colored eyes scanned the treeline– and there they were.

Skyclan.

Their leader and her deputy, covered in blood like warpaint.

"Looks like trouble.' he warned lowly, just for the blue-eyed cat beside him, chin jerking in the direction of the furoious looking shecats.

He didn't miss the way Owlbark went beelining for Juniperstar, either, no doubt spotting the pair as well while the rest of the gathering went on unphased.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — Open to interactions! Speaking to @THUNDERFLASH and @Rattlepaw​
• mentoring Rattlepaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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[Jackdawpaw]

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JACKDAWPAW

I'm down but you know I'm not out! I'VE GOT ANOTHER ROUND!

Jackdawpaw was not far from his twin, moving alongside Juncopaw step by step into the assembled cats with wide eyes and an eager smile on his face that made his whiskers quiver, there were so many new smells here and he recognized most of them but not all of them and somewhere Mudpool was frowning because they had gone over this, like, five times and he still hadn't retained a drop of information. He was sure his mentor was disappointed given he had sent Jackdawpaw off to mingle with a 'just stay out of trouble' before wandering away to talk to some other senior warriors. His sister breaks away briefly to head toward some of their clanmates, he watches as Torrentpaw and Curlpaw leave where some ShadowClan apprentice was at and he tilts his head briefly in curiosity to what they were doing over there mingling with those gross marsh thieves. He ambles over with a skip to his step, head high and swaying side to side as he danced forward.

At the gesture to the leaders he follows his sister's gaze to the torbie spotted and blood stained pelt of what he could only guess was SkyClan's leader, she had one eye like papa did and a real mean face, his nose wrinkles as the faintest hint of copper drifts their way from the newly arrived clan, it was such a pungent and powerful scent it nearly made him recoil, "Look at all that blood! Did the SkyClan leader KILL SOMEONE?!" His voice pitches up high, piercing, perhaps a touch louder than he had intended to make it but Jackdawpaw didn't seem to particularly care as he continued, "She's coming for you NEXT!" He declared, whirling around with his tail straight up and his eyes narrowed as he cackled maniacally at the other RiverClan apprentices near him, raising a paw to swat toward them.

Ooc- Joining @JUNCOPAW & @Curlpaw & & @Torrentpaw & @Galepaw

BATTLE WITH A TRUE HERO

JACKDAWPAW

━━━━⊱ apprentice of riverclan
━━━━⊱ son of lichen & haze
━━━━⊱ he/him & they/them
━━━━⊱ A lanky blue tabby lynx point with ocean blue eyes.
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
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[Magpiepaw]

& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me

Twin black ears flatten to his head at all the noise, he is overwhelmed by the thunderous rancor, the voices many swilling around him and at the center of it his mother and father sit near eachother as though life had not split them apart and his family was not divided into small, fractured pieces across several clans. He had a cousin, he thinks, in WindClan, his brother remained in ThunderClan with mother, Dreamkit would be envious to know he was here and not back at the camp but he is not here because he wants to be. There is knowledge to be had in understanding the world, seeing the cats of other clans and listening in but he had not expected how much sound there would truly be. Magpiepaw had been next to Sablestar at one point but once his older mirror had left to stand with the other leaders he shrank back to find Cicadabuzz only to lose bug in the crowd. The tiny black and white kitten raised his shoulders, hunched defensively and he clambered through the crowd with bobbing and wobbling steps to try and find some oasis in this cruel and unforgiving desert and he stumbles into the long limb of another cat. Blindly he curls himself closer, instinctively shifting to settle himself between strong forearms that guard him from the bumping about of the other cats and give him a brief respite. The ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice does not even know who he has chosen as he temporary shelter, but he glances upward with violet eyes to try and see their face, catch their scent before mewling a soft, warbling, "...there's so many cats."

Ooc- Any warrior can be the cat he has chosen to hide under! Just tag me!

I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEPAW

— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
#9272ee

 

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Molten ember bounced from Swirlpaw to Downypaw with a harsh tug of his lips, unwillin' to admit that bringin' apprentices here when things could go south was a dumb move, especially when some of 'em were barely out of the nest, perhaps experienced, but not enough to defend themselves when it came down to it—especially with the amount of clan cats minglin' about unaware, but noticeably cautious at the sight of SkyClan's leader and its former deputy slathered in Rosebelly's blood. His chest rumbled, body pivotin' just slightly to shield Swirlpaw from the few despite being lengths away from the SkyClanners like a silent guard standin' vigil.

It ain't till he felt somethin' bump his forelimbs that he glanced down to see a black n' white kid tuckin' itself between his limbs. His brow raised in surprise, not quite suspectin' the boldness, only to pause, wooly plumage sweepin' the ground, takin' note of the surroundin' scents and conversation floodin' the open air, drownin' out most thoughts. "Yeah, reckon there is." He mused lowly, peekin' down at the small thing with a muted expression.

"Overwhelmin' ain't it?" He hummed dryly. His head lifted, keepin' a close eye on his clanmates before settlin' back on the kid. Reminded him of an awful lot like a scared kit. Duskpool couldn't help but think of Cinderkit and Almondkit tucked away in camp. "Ya got a name, kiddo?" His head cocked, tone neutrally warm despite the tension brimmin' within SkyClan's ranks that had trickled throughout the clans like a virus.

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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[JUNCOPAW]

Juncopaw bounces on the balls of her heels, swaying to and fro as she settles into a natural rhythm with the other RiverClan apprentices. This is fun! All the adults are too occupied with whatever their mission is with this whole fiasco, so nobody has the time to sneer at them for just enjoying the occasion for what it really is to her—an adventurous outing. She nods enthusiastically at Curlpaw, happy to hear her own words getting thrown back at her. We're ALL right. Unlike those ShadowClanners!

Thunderpaw mentions her visit to SkyClan, something Juncopaw has either completely forgotten about or had somehow missed in camp, but Jackdawpaw's shrill cry cuts her off before she could ask about it.

The gasp that comes out of her mouth leaves her momentarily breathless. It is a welcome respite from her voice, surely; the moment she regains herself and her twin's words hit her like a jab, Juncopaw is right back to yelling.

"You're RIGHT! Why didn't I realize that?!"

Hawkstar could be covered in blood for a million reasons, she supposes... but Jackdawpaw just makes sense. She doesn't question it any further than that. Harsh laughter erupts from her as she moves out of Jackdawpaw's swipes.

"Nooo, don't kill me!"

@Curlpaw @Thunderpaw @Jackdawpaw