Gathering 2025 something something DANGER ZONE || September Gathering

[Russetfall]

FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE

EMPTINESS MACHINE

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Her fur prickles with unease down to her very core, green eyes boring into them like acid in the direction of Skyclan's ilk as they begin to spill into the clearing. 'They better not try anything...'

"Remember, watch what you say around the other clans." Russetfall murmurs to her apprentice before nudging @Thunderpaw forward. "Stay where you can see me." She trusted the molly to stay out of trouble, which was more than she could say for some apprentices or even warriors within their own clan.

Satisfied, the life guard stalks away with a flick of her tail, scanning the clearing for a spot to sit that was neither crowded nor stunk nearly so much of pine.

22 moons

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Life Guard of Riverclan

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she/her

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tags

it's been decided how we lose

RUSSETFALL

— Life Guard of Riverclan
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
#8a2c55

ooc: feel free to bump into her etc, she won't bite c:

 

[brightnose!'s icon brightnose! brightnose!]

BRIGHTNOSE ──

skyclan | warrior​

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Brightnose is attempting to tune everything out at this point - between the sheer number of cats that surround her and the tension in the air, she'd much rather sit here and stare down at her paws than even consider socializing with any other cats. Fate seems to have other plans for her, however, as she's suddenly smacked by the pelt of a RiverClanner who's trying to pass by. She recoils with a small "eep!", the smell of fish assaulting her nose. Eugh.

Rather than continue forward, the cat decides to apologize and ask if she's alright - a gesture she'd normally appreciate if not for her current and overwhelming sense of wariness. At least it's not a ThunderClan cat, she thinks to herself.
"Um - oh, yeah, I'm fine," she responds, finally glancing over to the other cat. "Don't worry about it." Awkwardly, she un-hunches her shoulders, trying to sit upright in a more proper manner; not to be intimidating, though Brightnose doubts she could do that even if she tried, but rather because she doesn't want to look like a coward in front of a cat from another Clan. She might be the only SkyClan cat this RiverClanner meets tonight, and she doesn't want to tarnish the reputation of her Clanmates by making them look weak.

now i will tell you what i've done for you

fifty thousand tears i've cried

• ooc: speaking with @Crowvortex , open to other interactions
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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A yawn stretches her maw wide, yellowed teeth glinting in pale moon. She doesn't wander, preferring to stick close to her own. Though her eyes flick from face to face, scrutinizing what she sees. "After how the last gathering went, I can't believe we're doing this again." The cinnamon molly snorts loudly to the nearest clanmate.

Two cats get their blood painted across the clearing, some nutcase claims to see a ghost, and they roll with it? Well, if she had to guess, their attendance had more to do with Juniperstar being there than anything else. Whatever, she wasn't upset with it. Honestly, far from it! She wouldn't have missed the fun for all the frogs in the pocosin. If there was going to be another bloodbath, she wanted to be front and center.

// Yapping to nearest ShadowClanner. It can be anyone.

They don't know, they can't see

FLEAFIRE

12 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 the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleafire is corrupt and has minimal, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Who we are, fear is the enemy

 

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Hawkstar had not wanted to come here. The skin below her shoulder tingled, pink and nakedly obvious beneath the full moon, the fur stripped away in another batch of overgrooming. Her paws felt heavy, and the crown she had been given by her previous leader felt more like a yoke than a regnant's marker. She was SkyClan's leader, she had to be here.

For a moment, she envied the pretend-lender, Fizzystar, with his lack of responsibility and Gathering-less lifestyle. How comfortable he must be now in his little Twoleg home without having to mingle with the bloodthirsty and dishonest.

She lingers behind her clan, watching as they filter into the clearing with wary expressions. With luck, this would end in rainstorm before she had to sit next to any of the other leaders and their fake crown again.

pointed torbie

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64 moons

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she / they

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bio

 

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

There is a slight spring in her step despite the atmosphere and knowledge of what had happened the last gathering. This was the farthest she had ever been from the barn, truthfully. @sassafraschill surely had been this far out, with how her brother tended to wander, and so she walked beside him into the clearing like a pale shadow. He was comfort and safety in one. And she his voice of reason on occasion. It vaguely reminded her of when they had been kits, with Honeyflower toddling after her much more rambunctious brother in an effort to keep him out of trouble yet he was always who she'd run to whenever she got even the most minor of scrapes.

A giggle escapes her at the thought before she looks to her brother, mischief in her eyes. "Should we mingle~?" It's not so much a question as it is a statement for her paws are already carrying her further into the growing crowd. She cast a cursory glance around the clearing, green eyes searching for a cat that might be willing to chat with a windclanner.

Ah, a cat sitting off by themselves... Perfect. Honeyflower pushed forward to the stranger, tail high. "Hello there, mind if I sit here?" She doesn't wait for a response, tucking her limbs beneath herself beside them. "My name's Honeyflower, and you are..?"

xxx

All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honeyflower

✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
#a4e1ba

//addressing @Mulberryburst but anyone is free to interact!

 

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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The return to fourtrees lacked the excitement of the first time. How many of them were obligated to go because of StarClan? Meadowpaw would have tried to attend regardless, but like many others, decisions like those were also to the will of a leader.

There were fewer of them, which was for the better. Less chance of something horrible happening under their noses.

Green eyes dart nervously from one end of the clearing to another. An arrangement of flowers is tucked into her fur. One behind her ear and others selectively woven into waves of mottled fur. She hums in response to Dimmingsun. "There were more last time if you'd believe it." For a cat who spent the majority of their life in solitude, even this many must've been quite a sight. When he begins talking to someone, she is too distracted to notice.

Juniperstar and the rest of ThunderClan seemed to be present. Did Rowanpaw choose not to come? After what happened last time, she wouldn't blame her, but still… "I wonder where Rowanpaw is…" She mutters beneath her breath and sighs. Unable to find any hint of russet fur in the crowd, she wilts.

// Talking to @DIMMINGSUN. Looking for @rowanpaw

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

12 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.

 

[Halfshade Halfshade Halfshade's icon]

I forgot I was a bad BITCH

TRAGIC.

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She knew Juniperstar in the way you knew a passing aquaintance, a friend of a friend, truthfully back in the colony days she did not give the chocolate molly much thoughts and her only awareness of her was knowing she and Sablestar were mates. Sablestar was one of her earlier friends in the colony though she had gotten close to Smogmaw first, she wondered idly what might have changed if fate had lead her paws before his tuxedo patterned pelt before she had met the blue tabby she considered her beloved above all else; Halfshade had always known she wanted two things in this world: a family and the power to protect them and not once did she regret following the tom into the marshes when the divide finally shattered. Part of her longed still for that taste of power but for now she was content. She was a trusted member of the clan, she was even training Sablestar's own son, a sign of respect that was not lost on her, and frankly now that she had the chance to gloat she was going to do so. The bicolor molly allowed Dreampaw to run off and chat with his mother unbothered for a moment before making her way over as well, pausing to give the young tom's shoulder a brush with her tail, "Checking on your mother, what a good lad you are. I hope my future kits will be just as lovingly attentive."
Mismatched eyes find the ThunderClan leader, narrowed in thoughtful indifference as she smiled, the faint curl of black lips revealing shimmering teeth as she tilted her head to nod to Dustystar too.
"I'm Halfshade, Dreampaw's mentor. You'll be happy to know he's exceptional already, a natural born ShadowClanner. Its as though the marshes were made for him and him alone."
Her great plume of a tail flicks up proudly, it is both a boast and an insult, showcasing her blatant belief in her clans superiority even in face of lackluster genes.

Ooc- Bothering @DREAMPAW & @juniperstar & @Dustystar

♥ Breaking all the rules 'cause they were only HABITS.

Halfshade
— Warrior (Trapper) of ShadowClan
— She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Blue Torbie w/Blue & Orange Eyes.
#FEA8A8—#8087BD
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[Jinglemoon]

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JINGLEMOON

RIVERCLAN

MEDICINE CAT

HE/THEY

28 MOONS

DINGO

A familiar voice catches his ear, the scent alone was enough to let him know it was one of his fellow medicine cats but turning to look it was immediately clear which one it was, Dimmingsun was a hard cat to miss after all! On his question Jinglemoon hesitated for a few heartbeats before finally nodding, "Actually, I have two nephews that are in WindClan-" He paused for a few moments as he glanced back over the gathering cats before looking back to the larger medicine cat. "-And I was wondering if I'd see them this gathering" He shuffled his paws a little anxiously, he still wanted for his brother's kits to be reunited at some point but still wasn't sure how that was going to happen or if it ever would at this point. Their sister, Twinklepaw hadn't seemed bothered by the split or at least claimed as much but Jinglemoon wasn't so sure and he had promised his brother he'd look after all three of them. Two of them being in another clan made that a bit more tricky... But he also didn't want WindClan to think he thought they couldn't take care of the two young toms either.

"I hope they don't cause you too much trouble, especially Eclipse. Comet was always the more well mannered of the two" They both had big hearts, Eclipse just also had a big head. He knew they too would be paws now like their sister as well, which meant they likely had mentors of their own. He wondered what sorts of skills WindClan was teaching them, and who their mentors were? Eclipse was sure to give whomever was his a hard time... He never took well to being told what to do by anyone other than maybe his own mother. "Do you know if they're here by any chance?" Maybe next gathering if not this one? If only he had been able to come to the first one he might've seen them then.

When danger greets you with a smile

A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes. Usually walks with a jingle in his step. Good listener and always thoughtful.

Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLEPAW, ECLIPSEPAW and COMETPAW
Mentoring RAINPAW
"speech" // 'thoughts' // #3b90ff

OOC- Talking to @DIMMINGSUN

 

[Iciclepaw Iciclepaw]

ICICLEPAW

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down... You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

Bravery had always been something that slipped through Iciclepaw's tiny toe beans like water, no matter how hard he tried to hold onto it. But not tonight. Tonight, he would be brave. Tonight, he would walk alongside Pikestar with his head held high. Not just for himself, but for his father's safety. His wide eyes flicked to Pikestar again and again, drinking in every movement, every breath. Because the last time… the last time he'd been killed, it hadn't been by an enemy Clan at all. It had been by one of their own.

Iciclepaw still saw it when he closed his eyes. Adder haunted his nightmares. And poor Wavesong, she had been left broken by it. He couldn't let anything like that happen again.

With hesitant little steps, he padded forward, torn between staying close to Pikestar's side and daring himself toward the Gathering crowd. He knew Pikestar wanted him to make friends... To... To know the other clans... His paws wobbled with nerves, heart thudding in his chest. He glanced back at Pikestar once more with hesitation, then suddenly burst forward and pressed his nose into the leader's fur in a quick, earnest nuzzle. " I… I will try to make friends... " he blurted out in a rush, almost tripping over the words. Before he could lose his nerve, he darted away, cheeks hot.

Maybe just maybe, he would even find that nice ThunderClanner again. Boarpaw.

And, lo and behold, StarClan must've been listening. Because no sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Iciclepaw found himself colliding chest-first into a much larger apprentice. " S-s-sorry! " he squeaked, tumbling backward in a flurry of fur and wide eyes. His heart nearly stopped when he realized who it was. " I was looking for-- oh! " His ears flicked pink. " I was… I was looking for you... " he finished lamely, a shy, crooked grin tugging at his muzzle.

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OOC: Tagging @PIKESTAR and @Boarpaw

 

[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar brightens at the mention of the kits.
"Branchkit is doing wonderful! She's already so strong, and lively." She nearly purrs with every word, overflowing with pride. "One of her little eyes has turned green... but the other stayed blue! I was so nervous, I thought something was wrong. Of course, Honeyflower knows better than me."

indentDustystar's ears and nose catch the signs of Skyclan entering the clearing. Trying not to let her anxiety show, her eyes slide over to the newcomers - and their leader among them.

indentIt's just than that Juniperstar mentions Hollykit. Branchkit's family - her old family. "I'm sorry... I don't think that will be a good idea." She has to tear her eyes away from Hawkstar to meet those of her conversation partner. "I just... she needs time to settle in." It's a half hearted excuse. The truth, that Dustystar intends to sever Branchkit from her kin, is too terrible to say outloud. 'It's easier this way... It's just easier.' Dustystar's mind is alight, reaching out for reasoning. 'I don't want her to be torn between to families, is all. If there's a family she can't have, what's the good in her knowing about it?'

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[loonstar loonstar]

juniper

"and this time, she won't be forgiving"​​

Dustystar's excitement riles up an equal passion in herself, overjoyed for a moment to be excited about something with someone with far borders. it meant a more meaningful bond could be formed, didn't it? a chance for ThunderClan and WindClan to see eye to eye and an opportunity to secure consistent, safe passage to the Moonstone. though she could not imagine herself to have motivations in high numbers to visit there herself, the chocolate tabby is familiar enough with the habits of her medicine cats to understand they might need it.

Branchkit... a quaint, modest name. it's cute, and the flustered nature of the younger leader is not lost on her. how daunting, to become something adjacent to a mother so suddenly. but... her rejection is soft but it is rejection nonetheless. her smile falters, disappointment settling in the pit of her stomach with a small sigh. "I cannot understand what it is that scares you all so much about this... Kits don't like being lied to.. and when they are warriors, with teeth and thought to react with... they will not reward you for lying to them," it is the only warning she's willing to give, and the only one she has time for as Halfshade draws near, doting on Dreampaw.

her attention slides to the split coat molly with a wary stare. she was certainly acting like a bird strutting with its feathered freshly pruned. "Yes... I would hope all mothers feels as loved by their kits as I do. I am lucky their father has encouraged that." not all sires were as invested as Sablestar was, she recognized how much fondness he held for his offspring, how much of his heart he still held out to her in turn. the tip of her tail twitches at the under-pawed compliment, growing frustrated by the need to pick Dreampaw apart for his bloodline. he had not been born for the marshes, just as he had not been born for the forests... he was born for love, regardless of its terrain. "An odd way to say he has learned more quickly than the rest of your warriors," she returns with a cutting sharpness. "I am unsurprised he excels, he has ever been a mindful and dutiful young cat. As attentive to his training as he is to his family... I hope the same can be said for all of ShadowClan's children, not just ones that were born on ThunderClan territory."

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• interacting with @Dustystar and @Halfshade [crying]
• juniperstar
  leader of thunderclan
  seven lives remain
  

 

[SWALLOWBREEZE]

thunderclan also has unique ranks like skyclan, she notes mentally, but has no plans to actually utilize that information. "oh, uhm, thank you... it's difficult work, yes but— i'm glad to be providing for my clan." taking compliments is already so difficult, and now she has to accept one from a stranger of the clan that's supposed to dislike each other. politics are so tiring.

"no, no– not at all! i was worried i was the one making it awkward." she returns the sheepish smile, her ears lowering momentarily. it's small moments like this that make her realize how silly the anxiety can become. they're both nervous strangers, having small talk, she's learned that now. "i agree with you... truly, i do. skyclan's not used to other clans, we were solo for so long... hopefully, with time, we don't have to worry about being too awkward." swallowbreeze sighs.


// interacting with @brindlefeather , open to more :]