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
  ☾ 51 moons, ages every 1st of the month
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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 ‎

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  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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  Mentored by Smokewreath
  
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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.
  #DE966C

 

[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
#74CFE7

 

[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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• interacting with @Magpiepaw
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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

 

[Rattlepaw]

RATTLEPAW, 06 Moons, Thunderclan Apprentice // He/They // #ffa34c
Smoke torbie / Chocolate lynx point chimera with low white and amber-yellow eyes
Son of THORNSTAR and SERPENTBERRY, littermate to LEAFPAW and THISTLEPAW
Apprentice of GHOSTSTRIKE
Full of mischief and curiosity! Rattle doesn't always do the right thing but always does what he thinks is right.

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There were so many cats here! And somehow more and more of them poured in, he had never seen so many cats all gathered in the one place! But he knew too somewhat of the history of this spot. Being back here with so many other cats around seemed to make some of the older ThunderClanners tense but Rattlepaw couldn't help but be at least a little excited, this was his first time meeting most of the other clans too after all! He had heard so much about them all, the ones across the river, the others atop the prairie and the third among the pines. He of course already knew of ShadowClan from across the thunderpath... His excitement did not extend to them as well not even in the slightest.

At first he had stuck close to his mentor and his mother but Serpentberry became occupied rather swiftly, the way she interacted with a cat who smelt strong of ShadowClan made him wrinkle his nose slightly but he didn't dare question her about it. So instead he followed along with Ghoststrike who settled close to Thunderflash unsurprisingly. "Yes Sir" He'd mew back after being cautioned not to wander and he did hear his mentor but... What was the point of coming to this big gathering and not interacting with any of the cats outside your own clan! Thunderflash and Ghoststrike were both cool but he'd see them again later when they all got back to camp.

Spotting a black and white tuxedo pelt by Juniperstar and near enough to where he was to make his fur begin to bristle was all the kick he needed to get him back on his paws and itching to go anywhere else but here. Not to mention... The scent of blood? Blood and pines. His nose twitched, an ear flicking as he prodded a gentle paw against Hopepaw's flank after they shuffled closer to their own mentor. "Hey, I think I spotted some other apprentices, c'mon! Let's go hang out!" Hopepaw had been there alongside Boarpaw and Heartpaw when they all had snuck out here before some of them were even apprenticed to help collect herbs, he hoped the other apprentice would follow him now-- Admittedly he didn't want to go talk to other clan cats alone though he'd never say that out loud of course!

"I won't wander far Ghoststrike!" Rattlepaw would call back to his mentor before he trailed off into the crowd of cats to try and find the other apprentices' he had spotted. Hopefully that whole bloody pelt business was nothing too serious...

OOC- @hopepaw in case u wanted to maybe go hang out here but if not feel free to decline ! <3

 

[Starlightpaw]

Take Me To Church

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It's her first gathering and it's also first gathering ever. And it's the first time she's at fourtrees. Fourtrees is admittedly beautiful, though she's not as excited they suppose they should be. Being around so many cats she doesn't know makes them a little nervous. She probably shouldn't be nervous. She's a blessing from Starclan after all! She reminds herself of what their parents told her when she left: "Be polite, but don't get too close to the other clans. You can defend yourself, but don't go around and start fights." If she just does what her parents told her, everything will go alright. She is going to stick close to the other Thunderclanners, they decide. If anyone really wants to talk to them, they will, but otherwise they'll just stick to themselves and the other Thunderclan apprentices.​

I'll worship like a dog ✰ at the shrine of your lies

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  I'll tell you my

  sins

  and you can sharpen your

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• Starlightpaw she/they
  ♡ blue molly with tabby stripes on her legs, shoulders as well as her thighs, a white bless and green eyes with an amber coloured ring around the pupils
  ♡ Apprentice of Thunderclan
  ♡ 6 moons; ages on the 6th of every month
  ♡ speech thought physical interactions attack
  ♡ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed
  
  
  penned by Nightfox​

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[Froststorm]

———— I awaken with the thunder, a bold statement to end my slumber. ✦

The tom was glad to have his dear apprentice with her nose in all of Shadowclan's ongoings, even now as a warrior, she was dutiful in updating Froststorm on important events and this this? Oh, he would not miss it for the world!

Air chilled around him in the cover of the night, watching with a snide smirk as he padded alongside the living. He avoided groups of cats, apprehensive of being spotted. But the beauty of this all, the sheer amount of cats, if anyone who saw him and he wished not to be it was easy to slip away under the guise of being alive.

Though, from what he could see, many of those he would have rather not witnessed were not even present, Riverclan's medicine cat nowhere to be seen, as with Skyclan's. Serpent or whatever her name was clung nearby Jadethorn, who looked about ready to pop, why she was at the gathering was besides him. But, he was curious if dear Cicadabuzz would be present, or maybe any one of their protégés….

Slipping between cats effortlessly, something peculiar caught his eye. A tiny little thing, far too young to be an apprentice, but appearance striking all the same; it was the eyes that were the dead giveaway.

A rumbling sort of noise, crackling and off-putting, a semblance of a purr jutted from the back of Froststorm's throat. As kind as a smile, his tattered face could mutter to the apprentice.

"One of Sablestar's little sprouts, if I'm not mistaken?"

He knew whom, Magpiepaw, a name passed like a whisper through the forest, taken under the watchful eye of Cicadabuzz but not bound to the forest like his mentor would eternally be someday.

There was no saying what the little thing would turn out to be, but regardless, he would treat them in a kind regard. Especially at this age, small and frightened by the crowds, bobbing paws struggling to remain still. It wasn't his first run-in with a cat with his predicament, so there would be no expectation for him to thrive in such an awfully crowded environment.

Froststorm did happen to realise it was a Skyclan cat the little fellow had taken refuge under, one misstep and he would find Fleafire to strike the fool down for a single misdeed towards his clan. He may be dead, long gone so, but he would hold them above all else.

- I want sacred, I want final.

I'm seeking it wherever I go. -

• Addressing @Magpiepaw
  Cats with Clairvoyancy, Medicine cats or the two cats he is currently haunting are as always welcome to notice Froststorm amongst the crowd since he's gonna be hanging about!
  If you want to plot anything specifically feel free to message me in the Purrsonal discord :p
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  Froststorm
  ✦— Dark forest warrior
  ✦— He/Him
  ✦—
  "SPEECH"
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  'THOUGHTS'
  , ATTACK
  ✦— A skinny, grey, speckled cat with amber eyes and various frostbitten wounds.
  
  #CD807A

 

[Torrentpaw]

- TORRENTPAW -

Not some average bones, I believe in love!

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Torrentpaw let out a mew of greeting towards Galepaw, slowing to a halt as he reached his friends. He sighed, shooting him a slightly amused look at his words. Torrentpaw was visibly distracted, of Skyclan's arrival and of the quarrel between Stoatpaw and the other shadowclan apprentices.

His ears swivelled in the direction of Juncopaw as she spoke, his eyes travelling towards Hawkstar.

"That's what we should be caring about!"

That much was obvious, as most of the warriors present in the clearing had also turned their attention towards the leader's arrival. Though Torrentpaw's whiskers began to twitch in slight irritance as Thunderpaw pressed him with further questions, specifically about Stoatpaw.

"It's not like I started the argument–one of their apprentices approached me and acted like I was trying to pick a fight, so I was just trying to descalate. That's when more of them showed up and everyone started yelling." He explained, turning towards Thunderpaw. He left out the part where he had gone over to them on his own. Torrentpaw's gaze held a faraway look, as he thought about how Stoatpaw had stood up for herself, admiration flickering in his gaze for a few moments before he snapped back to the present at Jackdawpaw's sudden yowl.

His eyes flashed with alarm at the younger apprentice's words, hoping none of Skyclan's warriors heard his insensitive mewling.

"Jackdawpaw!" Torrentpaw meowed, trying his best to stifle the amusement in his tone. Reaching out a paw, he snagged the tom at his side as he sat back onto his haunches, bringing Jackdawpaw with him. "If you say things like that–you might get a swipe over your ears from one of our own warriors!" Torrentpaw warned, slapping his other paw over Jackdawpaw's muzzle as he gazed down at the younger tom from his upside-down angle.

Still holding Jackdawpaw, Torrentpaw's eyes travelled back to the leaders, his face growing more serious as he awaited whatever news would be shared.

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• ⟡ OOC -
  Replying to @Galepaw, @JUNCOPAW, @Thunderpaw, @Curlpaw, and being silly with @Jackdawpaw
  
  posts will continue in this thread as he hears them yelling!
  
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• Torrentpaw
  ‎ ‎ He/Him | Riverclan Apprentice
  
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  "speech" - text - thoughts
  
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  Mentored by Pineheart
  
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  A rosetted charcoal Bengal.
  
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  Has a sturdy build with a large head and paws, and short thick fur.
  
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  Holds a zealous and determined demeanor.
  
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  Usually seen with Squid

 

[Mothbite Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMothbite can hardly see through the crowd. Standing at the edge, as he is, the center of the clearing is blocked by a wall of shifting pelts. When the scent of stale blood wafts through the air, the little tomcat has to crane his neck over the mass of bodies to even begin to see what the source is. 'Huh? Cats that I can't recognize? Could they be Skyclan?' They're one of the clans Mothbite knows the least about, not sharing a border with them. 'Guess they're the last go get here. Why do they smell funny though?'

indenttt"Look at all that blood! Did the SkyClan leader KILL SOMEONE?!"

indenttt"Ehhhhh? Skyclan killed someone? Right before the gathering?" His white-tipped tail sticks straight up, fur spiking out like pine needles. "Th-that's insane! Someone should do something!"

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Mothbite | 23 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[MIREPURR]

The clearing erupts into muted chaos; there is no yelling or hackles raised to a concerning degree yet, minus some kittens barely out of the nursery making their voices heard, but Mirepurr feels the tension choking those who are in attendance. Until Hawkstar offers an explanation, the air will continue to hold them all hostage. Even the leaders appear startled—evidently, this is truly not what Juniperstar had hoped for. Are the Clans not capable of meeting without spilling blood? Whether it's on borders or amongst safely-tucked oaks, hostility always seems to spark.

Mirepurr overhears Mothbite from a couple of tail-lengths away. They dip their head to Bluegale, intending it as an invitation to follow if he wishes, and approaches the night guard.

"I highly doubt it,"

they offer, though there is no real confidence to their voice. That would be crazy. Hawkstar does not strike them as a cold blooded murderer, unless for good reason- they catch themself with a flick of their ear. Stars. There is never a good reason for taking the life of another.

"I'm sure there's a sound explanation..."

Stirring panic is not going to help right now.

Talking to @Mothbite

 

[Sealdawn Sealdawn]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

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She couldn't help the way her fur bristled at the sight of the Skyclanners, nearly every single cat behind Hawkstar appeared primed and ready to fight. Flamerunner brushing against her side grounded Sealpaw somewhat, giving a small nod at the suggestion to regroup with her jaw set in a nervous frown.

If it came to a fight...would she be able to defend herself? Flamerunner was right there of course and she had helped fight off the coyotes that attacked Fleafire- but seriously fighting another cat was far different from fighting anything else she'd like to think. Fourtrees was so crowded tonight, would anyone even have the room to fight or get away if need be..? Or was history about to repeat itself mere moons later?

"Yeah, yeah..." Sealpaw finds herself murmuring as she presses closer to her friend, not wanting to show how nervous she actually was. "Let's go find everyone else- OH-!"

One of the bloodstreaked cats dashes forward, grim and clearly searching for something- someone? Striped legs stumble back, trembling slightly before Sealpaw presses herself against the flame point harder, as if she could disappear the more she leaned into him.

"O-or maybe we can... We can hang back and watch from farther away..?" She asked, wide eyed and afraid.

'If there's some sort of higher power somewhere, please don't let this become a bloodbath...'

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: addressing @Flamerunner and being freaked out by @flowercloud

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[flowercloud]

"there." her words were a low hiss, almost quiet except loud enough for those simply around her to hear. including @Hawkstar because that was the goal here. "running right up to Juniperstar, the dark brown tom." her words were accusational, deserved. her body had already started leaning forward, her blood soaked pelt heavy as she began moving. because she couldnt lose sight of them. not now.

her paws led her through the crowd of mingling cats. past apprentices who seemed a bit competive, around those who sat near each other. she ignored the gnawing of tension, of fear from the other cats. she moved swiftly, her maw stretched tight against her muzzle, eyes focused, form tense. she never would've thought their first gathering would be filled with anger and grief. she expected it to be exciting. she expected to meet other Clans, hold conversations- but unfortunately, they had business to take care of.

large lithe frame seemed too focused, but a surprised 'oh' made her white dipped chin for a second. shadowclan apprentice- (@Sealpaw) in which she flicked an ear. "apoligies," she quickly stated, before moving on in her deadset pace. green eyes lingered, too long on tabby and leader, before finally, she stopped, head craning over her shoulder, and eyes watching to make sure hawkstar was following.

hurry up, before they disappear!

she thought, feeling her teeth grind and gnaw at her cheek. juniperstar had to have known. for if not, why would he approach her so blatantly? unless she sent the orders herself! they just didn't expect this, now did they?

well, theyd get what they deserved.

her body slowed a bit, but she continued moving, if not to settle her anger- to allow the shorter leader to catch up. sure, hawkstar may scold her later- but if they tried to escape, or he tried anything, she'd be closer.
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[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Flowercloud gives her the mark and Hawkstar's head snaps up as her faux-deputy makes her bee-line, urging her to follow, begging with her leaf-green eyes for her vengeance as promised. Instead, her leader waits a heartbeat. Two. She waits until she sees the tabby tilt his head towards his leader, perhaps to share a light-hearted joke at the expense of her grieving clan. Perhaps to mock the stench of his victim's blood on their mother's pelt.

She tilts her own chin up, signaling two of her gathered warriors. "Follow her." is the king's simple command before she jumps up onto the boulder, her one good eye casting a wide-net glare across the clearing. ThunderClan and ShadowClan and WindClan and RiverClan, they all mingled so happily, so peacefully, naive to the treachery that lay right in front of their noses. Perhaps they would be more thoughtful if it was their apprentice, their son, their brother that found torn apart as simply and as carelessly as if they were prey to a rogue.

"Cats of all clans!" Hawkstar pitches her voice out, her tall ears a banner under the bright moon. Clear skies, a clear moon: StarClan was at her back, the spirit of Rosebelly no doubt sitting right beside her, watching his mother from his invisible perch. He alone gave her the strength to continue, even as she felt unfamiliar eyes begin to turn to her.

"You have been invited here by the oath of a liar. My clan accepted Juniperstar's offer of peace in good faith, but this morning, not even a day after their invitation, one of my warriors was slain at the border by a ThunderClan warrior -" she points a hooked claw towards the brown tabby at Juniperstar's ear, judge, jury, and executioner evident in her tone. Disgust laces every word.

"Rosebelly was found by his mother on our side of the border, his stomach ripped open, his killer just a rabbit's distance away, watching. He died before our medicine cat could treat his wounds. There were no signs of struggle. In fact, his killer did not even offer an excuse or an apology. Do ThunderClan warriors think it exciting to watch a mother grieve over the bloodied corpse of their child? Do they care nothing for the code? Of law? Of righteous?

Our warrior code tells us that 'an honorable warrior does not kill to win his battles.' Are these the sorts of cats you feel safe with? Do you all truly feel comforted by their presence? This is the blood of my apprentice, freshly named, who I loved like I son, torn apart with all the grace of a fox playing with its food! I dare you all to think of your own children torn from this world in the same manner and not believe this to be an act of evil, allowed by a leader who mocks us with peace."

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