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Open Event THE MOONLIGHT CELEBRATION [ ⏾⋆.˚ ]

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Stormcrow comes when she is called by her king, ever the loyal hound. She listens, watches, as all good scouts do– as all attentive knights should. As Hawkstar finishes, Stormcrow rises, weaving through the gathered cats with a single thing in her mind; the thing which was usually the only thing on her mind. Her king. She dips her head to cats she passes, casts a glance towards her mother, who is already spinning tales. With quiet steps, she falls in next to Hawkstar, tail touching hers in greeting.

"I remember the last one of these we had," she murmurs, voice carrying no further than the ears of her king. "The joy, the togetherness. Then came a time where I thought we'd never dance again– but you led us through it. We have emerged stronger because of it." She turns to look at Hawkstar, reverence in her eyes. "Tonight of all nights, I am prouder than ever to call you my king."

♡ STORMCROW. 54 moons
mentor of stonepaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
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The incessant noise of Chewingpaw's chattering clanmates seemed to blister into too-thin batlike ears, even when they folded tightly against the sides of her skull. It almost reminded her of the gnashing and rumbling of the old place, ringing uncomfortably like a bell that knelled and rippled along the threads of her frail framework. It was different, though, and the wolflike molly knew so deep down. This was a time of unity, communion, cooperation. The Lykoi noticed that Skyclan tended to place a lot of faith upon themselves and their history, lauding it about as a flag of honor. Must be nice.

The coarse-coated molly pawed at a half-eaten rat, as though the marbled meat inside would make her hurl, an indelible stain within the annuls beneath rough skin. Disgust flitted along whetted features, like botflies bulging and blustering along her features. It was not because the prey had gone bad - in fact, she would usually ravenously scarf down whatever would be presented at her paws. It was simply the din, the crowd, the everything that overwhelmed them. At least there existed peace where peace did not often settle, though Chewingpaw knew better than to allow her hackles to fall fully, as if quietude hemmed and gnawed at the one so used to unassailable chaos. There was no such thing as true peace, not even as the clans pretended to tolerate each other beneath the watchful stare of the full moon. There would always be reason to fight, to tear, to kill. No cat was better than a beast.

UNADULTERATED HATRED, RISING OUT, OH HELL
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I'LL EMBRACE IT, SO I'LL HATE IT
  • OOC. shes being emo </3 open to interactions!
  • CHEWINGPAW & SHE/THEY & 13 MOONS

    —— Apprentice of Skyclan / Mentored by Wolfstare
    —— A thin, gauntly-crafted black roan Lykoi molly. She has long, batlike ears and piercing, yellow eyes. Due to her partial hairlessness, she cannot go into the direct sunlight for more than an hour, and her darkened exposed skin is a result of prior exposure. Blessed with wildcat blood, Chewingpaw stands much higher than her peers.
    —— Judgmental and harsh, Chewingpaw is a hard feline to get used to. She has a quick temper and comes off as plainly selfish and catty. Behind her thorny exterior lies a self-loathing and mentally unstable girl. Her insecurities are greatly heightened by the fact that she joined Skyclan as an apprentice, as well as the fact that she has had to be held back from warriorhood.
    —— Chewingpaw's character contains themes of a traumatic past, including animal abuse and parental abuse. She can hold incharitable opinions of those around her, whether internally or externally. PLEASE be cautious when interacting with her if you are sensitive to these topics!
    —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.
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Dovekit​
status: calm​
Dovekit drags the mouse along the ground, it is small but so is she. She makes a beeline for the apprentice known as Chewingpaw who appears to already have prey but isn't eating it. Perhaps there is something wrong with it. Dovekit is pretty sure her own mouse if perfectly safe for consumption so maybe it will help. "Hi." She drops the mouse at their feet and stares wide eyed at their face. Unblinking. "Brought a mouse. Wanna share?" She doesn't wait for an answer before scooting it closer and plopping down next to the apprentice. Her gaze turns to face Acornheart as she wraps her tail around her paws. Her ears perk as she listens to the tail of Rufus and the trail daylight warriors that Acornheart and other apprentices tried to become. It is very funny. Her brother was attentively listening as well.

"It's so strange isn't it.." She mutters low, her thoughts coming out before she's fully finished thinking them. "That Starclan brought us here...Why do you think that is?" She twists and stares up at Chewingpaw inquisitively. She waits to see if they will answer before continuing. "I think it's because the other clans are bad." The snippets of what she's heard about the other clans and her mothers attack lend credence to this theory. "And they needed good to offset the bad. It's why the whisperers are here. They are reporting back to Starclan the secrets they learn. The secrets of the other clans. So that maybe they will one day be good." The moths and birds, the whisperers and the seekers. Such strange creatures they are.

"Did you ever see the Twoleg again Acornheart?" She was not alive when the clan was at the gorge. Living only later she knew nothing about it, nothing about how they lived. She wondered if the whisperers were there or not. "Did moths live there?" Her voice is but a gentle hum next to the agitated Chewingpaw, a flowing, babbling brook over smooth pebbles, a calming presence more than anything. Or she hoped so at least. It would do little good to make the agitation worse.

you are the dreamer and we are the dream

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  • bringing prey to share with @CHEWINGPAW , wonders why starclan brought them there, and listens to @Cloudbearer 's stories
  • DOVEKIT She/Her Fawn tabby with low white and somatic mutation and blue eyes. A sweet whimsical child who loves moths and bird.

    ꨄ︎ Kit of Skyclan / Mentored by N/A
    ꨄ︎ Sister to Berrykit and Ducklingkit / Daughter to Chrysalisgaze and Starlingtrail
    ꨄ︎ 6 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 12/8/2025)
    ꨄ︎ speech thought action
    ꨄ︎ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted

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FETTUCCINE
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21 MOONS
SKYCLAN DAYLIGHT WARRIOR
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Fettuccine was fairly new to the Clan, and he didn't often spend nights at the camp - his nest back with his housefolk was plenty comfortable! But Hawkstar had mentioned some sort of celebration tonight as the moon, nearly full, crested into the sky.

And well, Fettuccine wasn't about to pass up on a party!

His many Clanmates mingled, laughed, told stories, and shared prey around him - while he didn't know everyone yet, he could still pick out a couple of familiar faces. Maybe tonight would be a good opportunity to meet some newer ones?

He picked up a nuthatch from the pile of fresh-kill, a pile he'd proudly helped to stock that day, and looked around the gathered cats. Most were busy in their own little groups, or flitting about like moths, but a few seemed to be on their own, or having just finished chatting with a companion. Boldly, Fettuccine picked one of the cats and strode up to them, setting down the bird.

"Hey! Nice to meet you - my names Fettuccine! What's yours?"
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OOC: Filling prompt 3.
talking to @Maplemouse !
 
Deerkit was a newcomer to SkyClan. Not only was he only a kit - and thus too young to remember the gorge, the journey, or much of anything beyond the beginning of leaf-fall - but he was also not Clanborn. Though he could not say where his parents had first come from, he knew that they had not been Clan cats; he had been found by Swirlstrike and brought here. Since then, his days had been a whirlwind of new faces, names, rules, and scents, an assortment of information he had been diligently working to piece together 'til it formed a complete tapestry. This project was still very much a work-in-progress, but that was okay. It gave him something to do, after all; something to occupy his mind as the comings and goings of warriors flowed riverlike around him, obligated to remain in the clearing he now called home.

Today, though, was special. Tonight the moon was high and yet the clearing was alive with activity, with wistful and joyful chatter. The little brown tabby felt alive, more so than he had realized was possible without something scary or exciting spiking his adrenaline. The celebration of it all, the obvious pride their leader had in them, the community; for the first time since coming here, Deerkit truly felt like he was part of something great. He knew he barely understood it, and he knew that he had barely begun to prove himself worthy to be here - but here, glimmering in the silver moonlight, was dozens of reasons why he was the luckiest kit in the forest. I'm going to earn this. I'm going to prove that I belong.

With determination glowing hot in his chest and curiosity clear in his hazel eyes, Deerkit drew near to Dovekit and Chewingpaw, listening attentively to both Acornheart's tale of Rufus and the Twoleg and to Dovekit's thoughts on StarClan's reason for guiding them here. Why had they been brought here? It was an interesting question. Dovekit's answer felt like a good one to Deerkit, though he found himself wondering if all the other Clans truly were bad. "Maybe they can see us better here." wondered the striped kitten after a moment of quiet. His yellowish eyes shifted from the strangely-pelted Chewingpaw to Dovekit before he tipped his head back and stared up at the night sky, revealed for them in this open patch of woodland. "Um. And because we're good, they want to watch us and make sure we're doing okay." That was a good reason, wasn't it?

OOC: Interacting with @CHEWINGPAW and @Dovekit & completing prompt #4!
 

The mink curled amid the rabble, listening mutedly to the discussions of their clanmates. Code discussions, the journey, praises of Starclan. A small smile tugged on the maw of the warrior; it was a nice change in pace for the clan to be in jubilation. The last few seasons had been hard on them all, so a respite was well needed.

Part of them wanted to join in, but even having come along from the journey from the old territories, they were still rather bad at connecting with clanmates. They had no problem starting conversations, joining them either, but often at poor times. So for now they were content to watch over, perhaps if Peonykit needed any hel-

Maplemouse startled a little, a voice catching them off guard as someone approached from their blind spot. It had to crane to look properly, only to sigh a little to see it was one of the local kittypets who had taken interest in clan life and taken the newly reintroduced mantle of daylight warrior.

It gave a small smile as it shifted slightly to better see the other, Fettuccine he introduced himself as. "Pleasure is all mine, Fettuccine. I am Maplemouse." They hummed, noticing the prey the kittypet had brought; they had little idea if the other had yet to even hunt himself, but the gesture was well thought out regardless. "Kind of you to share prey with me on this day. I'd noticed you on occasion in camp in the day. Have you taken to clan life well?"

Warriorhood wasn't for everyone. Fettuccine seemed bright-eyed and maybe airing on naivety, but Maple didn't want to jump to conclusions. Daylighters were as treasured by the clan as those born within the camp, and those first few bold enough to take up the mantle were to be admired. So, Maplemouse still met him with warmth; it was rather nice to see so many new faces amongst the clan.


Completing prompt 3 with @Fettuccine
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MAPLEMOUSE They/It/Neos, Skyclan warrior, 28 moons old.
 A scrappy, chocolate mink with an overbite and green eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring Briarpaw
littermate to Mulberryburst
NPC x NPC / parent to none / mated to none
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Hawkstar's electric blue stare softens into a look at Stormcrow's touch. She had fallen out of Hawkstar's favor in the recent months, with the most new and exciting attentions of Quailstep and others holding fast her wandering eye, but in the smallest of moments, there is still a small spark at the shared whisper offered.

"You flatter me," the king pushes back at the praise feebly, her tail not twitching or moving away from Stormcrow's own. "Coffeestar was still with us then. Remember how she laughed, so big and loud, we thought a bear had stumbled into camp. She had caught one of the kits trying to do a hunting pounce and they'd fallen right on their face … it might have been… Rosebelly, if I remember correctly."

Small, floppy-eared little Rosekit, straying for the first time out of the nursery with his siblings behind him, eager to impress, Flowercloud anxiously watching with a paw outstretched (as a first-time mother was always wont to do.) Hawkeye had known then that she wanted him as her apprentice, so full of fire and determination.

"Your apprentice is about ready to leave you. Have you thought of a final assessment for her? I'll need your report before I can accurately name her, you know."

+1 - Remember a time in the gorge



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