Open Camp strawberry skies, blueberry eyes — pre-gathering musings

[MIREPURR]

The sun is slowly but surely dipping below the horizon, coating the landscape in darker and darker shadows. Entirely fitting, but for once, the impending darkness does not soothe Mirepurr. The sigh that tears from them is all-encompassing—every bit of the concern laying heavily on their mind is described in that little exhale.

They ought to be grateful. They are, in a way, for it gives them some sort of accomplishment to be chosen for attendance tonight. Unlike the last Gathering, there will be a lot less expectant eyes to witness... well, witness whatever that may occur. That is exactly their problem; Mirepurr hopes with a soaring heart that this night will be better, but their gut knots itself uneasily, unable to get forget past events. Perhaps Sablestar had only chosen them to go for their placidness. If a fight breaks out again, then they will not be the one to blame... that would certainly boost ShadowClan's already-flimsy reputation.

But all in the same, if a fight breaks out- would they be able to do anything but stand still, frozen to the very ground underneath them?

Sharing tongues with their Clanmates has given them some comfort, but they know it will come to an end very soon. Some of them will stay behind to protect the camp and to prevent the same kind of chaos from repeating itself. Mirepurr doesn't dare say it, but they almost wish they could stay behind with them.

"I just hope everything will be okay tonight."

Anyone can be the cat they're talking to!

 

[bluegale bluegale]

REPAY ME IN KIND

Bluegale and Mirepurr had sat together at the first gathering, but unlike the first chaotic-filled truce under the full moon, Mirepurr would be going without him. Bluegale isn't sure whether or not to be offended that Sablestar hadn't chosen him among the ShadowClan cats in attendance. Especially when his own sister and cats like Fleafire had been chosen in his stead. Bluegale is sure he will commiserate with Hollowmist about this later. His pride isn't too hurt, really, but he had been interested in witnessing first-paw the sort of gossip worthy things that would be said and done there. Still, he partakes in sharing tongues with the other ShadowClanners before they round themselves up to go.

He would not be nervous to attend if he had been chosen, but when Mirepurr voices their concern about everything going well he finds that he is conceding to understanding. "It will," Bluegale nudges the shoulder of the chimera with a reassuring smile "Besides, it hadn't even been ShadowClan that did anything or had anything happened to last time." His mind wanders to the scene. The SkyClan leader covered in Juniperstar's blood, and her kits- children of Sablestar- wailing with grief. It had been shocking for even a cat like Bluegale. Perhaps it was unfair to say nothing happened to any of his clanmates, but Bluegale thinks in literals and things he can physically grasp rather than conjecture.

"You will be fine," he reassures Mirepurr an additional time, and then as he leans closer he adds "You have to be because I want to hear about all the stupid shit they say." Bluegale moves away again with a grin plastered on his face. If everything goes according to plan, he hopes that Mirepurr (and Halfshade, of course) will return with pawfuls of gossip.

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⊹ bluegale is a shadowclan warrior who is gregarious and loud.
⊹ 43 moons old, ages on the first day of each month.
⊹ currently has no apprentice, formerly mentored websight.
⊹ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically easy
⊹ his parents are swan x meister and he is siblings to halfshade and hollowmist.
⊹ penned by carat, see his tags here.

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

She refused to seem ungrateful, though she couldn't have denied feeling a little dejected about not getting to go to the gathering this full moon. So used to tagging along at the side of Sablestar, being a warrior meant she was finally considered in her own right, but that didn't mean she wasn't used to not tailing the leader every step of the way.

Stoatstream was assured Fleafire would bring her back the news of the night, but regardless, she would spend the night awake as she always did. But instead, keeping a close eye on the camp in the wake of most of the council being away. It was a post she put herself in, but staying home, she wanted to feel at least somewhat useful if it meant she wasn't able to see some of her friends again until the next gathering; meeting Downypaw or Torrentpaw on their own borders would be dangerous, after all.

Though her attention was drawn by Mirepurr, sweet as always, though it seemed like nerves were catching up to them. She wasn't so sure why until they muttered about the gathering. Bluegale assured them, and Stoatstream nodded in kind, padding to the side of the warrior and giving them a smile. "The only reason the last gathering was such a mess was too many cats and too much personal business being brought to a neutral ground, as long as everyone actually follows the rules, it'll be fine!" She purred, warnly. Though maybe it was easier to say knowing she wasn't going...

It was what Bluegale had to add that made her burst into laughter, the young warrior trying to stifle her amusement, no matter how correct he was. "I'd also like to know if anything at least interesting happens, just as long as it's not one of our own causing it." She decided to omit that she was one of the perpetrators of an argument, though it wasn't her fault.

"Regardless, there's good reason Sablestar would want you to go, Mirepurr, so don't fret it." Part of her wanted to assure it was a choice of bringing trustworthy, level-headed cats, but remembering Fleafire was being brought along made her hold her tongue on the sentiment. Though she hoped her friends and clanmates would have a pleasant night at the gathering, perhaps she would check in on her father and the new little thing Sablestar had brought home, Saffronkit.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 12 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire and Monsterpaw
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.