Gathering 2025 something something DANGER ZONE || September Gathering

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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Back to Fourtrees we go.

The thought didn't land as bitterly as it probably should have, but maybe that was because a part of Wolfpack was genuinely curious as to what would happen next. The last time the clans had gathered together, accusations had flown, lives had been taken, and the dead had come down to walk among them once more. The entertainment alone was enough to convince the mottled tomcat that returning would be worth it– if only he could trust his clan to understand boundaries. Some of them were just too eager to play nice with the other groups, and the Shadowclan deputy wasn't interested in dealing with messy friendships or halfclan brats that wouldn't know where to place their loyalties when the time came to draw lines in the sand.

"Don't wander alone tonight. Stay with your peers." He wouldn't bar his apprentice from speaking to the other clans, but he didn't want to see them wandering off alone with anyone. The stars may have sent a cat to demand peace among their own, but it wasn't the stars who led Shadowclan. He didn't trustHawthorn to keep his group safe.

The clearing was empty when Shadowclan began spilling in, but Wolfpack wasn't surprised. The night was young, and his clan was known for coming alive when the world was wrapped in darkness. There were no sluggish paws or jumping at shadows to deal with here, because the marsh-dwellers knew what lurked in the shadows alongside them. Here in the clearing though, moonlight seemed to fill every crevice. As if it were trying to strip them of their very name by washing out the shadows that normally bled so dark across the land at this hour. He could help the annoyed glance thrown toward the moon where it hung in the sky above them, full, bright, and mocking.

Where are the clouds when you need them?

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — speaking to @cloudberrypaw
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• shadowclan deputy - male - mentoring Cloudberrypaw - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars

 

[Marbleshine]

In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness and you fill my head with you

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The first Gathering, Marbleshine had missed. In truth, she supposed that wasn't such a terrible thing, she had heard the stories whispered from many mouths, all carrying the same thread: it had gone terribly, horribly wrong. Arguments, tension, chaos… So when she'd been chosen to attend this Gathering, her paws had felt light and heavy all at once. She was nervous, flustered even, her thoughts tumbling endlessly over one another as she padded alongside the rest of ShadowClan. Would it all happen again? Would voices rise into snarls, claws unsheathed beneath the moon? Or… or would this be different? Would they be kind to one another, if only for one night?

Her ears stayed perked, blue eyes flicking to familiar pelts as she stayed close to Wolfpack, seeking the steady presence of her friend. Wolfpack, who was now a father.

The thought still made her blink sometimes, as though she had to keep reminding herself it was real. A father, with Coalstrike and Jadethorn, of all cats. It made her head ache if she thought about it too hard, but… if they were happy... If all three of them were happy, then she would let the questions rest. That was enough for her.

By the time they reached the edge of Fourtrees, Marbleshine's breath caught quietly in her throat. They were the first Clan to arrive. The clearing lay untouched beneath the moonlight, bathed in silver and shadow, and for just a fleeting moment… it was peaceful. Still. She padded closer to the slope, peering down into the sacred hollow, the great four oaks standing tall and silent like ancient guardians. Her chest swelled faintly with awe; she could almost feel the weight of history here, the whispers of every Gathering that had come before.

The quiet wouldn't last, she knew, the scents of the other Clans would soon drift in, pelts brushing pelts, voices rising as the hollow filled... But for now, she savored the calm. Her tail tip brushed lightly against Wolfpack's flank, grounding herself as she breathed softly into the cool night air.

" ...The night is young. "

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