Gathering 2025 Open When your patterns start to show, it makes the hatred wanna grow out of my veins || Gossip circle

[Thunderpaw Thunderpaw]

——————————————————— You who bares all your teeth in every smile. ✦

Thunderpaw had basically no legs to stand on with her opinions on Shadowclan. So being stuck in this Starclan forsaken gathering with these snivelling rats who had paid nothing but some drawn blood didn't sit right with her. Especially not after Wavesong's ill health and loss, and poor Strawberrykit being orphaned. It infuriated her. But, she knew something she very well could utilise against them, it's why she took some time to "mingle" with these other cats, a little plausible deniability for her idea.

After a while, she settled near her friends, noticing some apprentices from other clans nearby, trotting to the faces she knew, and a stunned expression was evident on her face. "Junco! Lavvie! Oh Starclan, the things cats say in crowds I can't believe what I just heard." She sat down on her haunches, purring her friends' names as she leaned in close like she was trying to keep a secret, but not trying to keep her voice as hushed as she would if it was meant to be. "Y'know that white cat I saw from Shadowclan, the one sulking after the tiff with her clanmates?" She flicked her tail.

She seemed to be hanging out with some other little white-furred cat from Skyclan. Poor thing, association alone could be a death sentence for the reputation. "Someone said she's in big trouble with her mentor Sablestar." She hissed his name like a boogie-man, gaze flitting to the huddle of leaders. "I dunno about you, but if even my Windclan friend said she ain't seen her at the border anymore, I bet she had something to do with the medicine den raid or worse."

Her extra insinuation was baseless, but her goal wasn't spreading the truth; while there were fragments of the truth of what she said, she wanted it to snowball. If she couldn't hurt the cats who made her clan suffer, making her and the rest of her rotten little clan look like the monsters they really were to the rest of the cats was enough to Thunderpaw. She straightened up, scoffing. "I betchya they all got skeletons in their nests, if even the little scaredy kittens can do stuff like that, who knows what the others might have done."

Thunderpaw's gaze scanned the area, landing on the tiny cinnamon thing that was in the huddle of cats near Trrentpaw earlier. "Look at her, she spells trouble for sure." She laughed dryly, rolling her eyes. "It's one thing when the council wants us to be civil, but they're monsters, evil. Cause of them cats've died, I wouldn't trust 'em as far as I could throw that little runt." Thunderpaw scoffed, glancing over her shoulder at the other apprentices, even if it did all come back to her in the end, she wasn't sorry. Those foxhearts brought this on themselves.

——— Take a swim in the water

Dear Arkansas daughter. ————

• Tagging @JUNCOPAW @lavenderpaw but any non-shadowclan apprentice can join (for now, I'll let shadowclan in later)
  Feel free to bring up any other fun little rumours, this is a safe place to talk shit /silly
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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

 

[Shimmerpaw]

Shimmerpaw had decided that the gathering was a bit much, regretting not fighting to stay home instead of coming along with her mentor - too trusting, too friendly, too kind of a mentor - and instead of sulking and watching as she would have liked she had been shoved forward by the cat training her, an instruction to mingle and try to be friendly on this day given to her, and although she didn't want to, who was Shimmerpaw to ignore an order from her mentor?

He never said that she had to mingle only with other clans though, and luckily Thunderpaw was close by, speaking to a group of apprentices, faces she recognized, some she didn't, and quietly the all white feline moved forward to sit down by the others, ears pricked as she listened. "Civil or not, don't mean we gotta actually talk to 'em just don't fight I guess." Annoyance flashed on the mid-aged apprentice's face at the order. Civility was ordered while they had come here yet all she could feel was tenseness in the air, waiting for something to happen and she was sure it'd be ShadowClan to do it first. "Don't even know why they're allowed to be here, murderers shouldn't be allowed at places that's meant for peace or whatever." She got that Juniperstar wanted all the clans here, all the clans in good faith, but was a group of cats willing to raid another clan for herbs and attack a medicine cat really a clan or simply just a band of rogues posing as one?

OOC

text SHIMMERPAW she/her, riverclan, 9 moons old. a sh all white cat // masking cinnamon tortie w/orange eyes. stands at a short height mentored by none // mentoring none "adopted" kit of Smokewreath, mutually seen as a guardian bisexual/romantic, single, crushing on no one NPC x NPC / mother to none / mated to none peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[JUNCOPAW]

Unlike Shimmerpaw, Juncopaw remains glad to be here. She, too, is a little annoyed at how some in attendance are behaving—something that perhaps her parents will think of their daughter too—, but actually experiencing this night is vital for her. She's certain her siblings would have been glad to relay everything they had heard, but that's simply not the same. Moreover, this is the first time she gets to stay up late without someone berating her for not sleeping in time. Juncopaw successfully stifles a yawn and turns her full attention to Thunderpaw. Juicy details ought to keep her awake.

"What'd you hear?"

she latches onto the hook that Thunderpaw has thrown in an instant. She sits beside her now-denmate, scooting awfully close in order to catch every word.

"Surprised she got to come tonight, then, if she's in so much trouble."

Juncopaw muses about the ShadowClanner. She doesn't ask where Thunderpaw has got her information from, or whether it's actually trustable; Juncopaw takes it all for full-blown truth.

The grass beneath her grass is starting to get torn. Could all ShadowClan cats be evil? She supposes they do live in the dark... and they're named after it, too. It doesn't sound particularly noble.

"Aren't Juniperstar and Sablestar, like, all lovey-dovey?"

Surely that is true and not just some gossip. It's hard to decide when you had been stuck in the nursery for so long.

"I guess that's why ShadowClan is allowed here. Or something like that."

She nods enthusiastically at Shimmerpaw, like she knows anything about what it feels like to want peace, only to get it kicked away from you. Peace is good. Life has been peaceful so far. Can't it stay that way?

 

[Peafowlpaw]

Peafowlpaw caught up to the meeting late, and when he finally had, things had already turned for the worst. Blood was in the air, some cats argued, some hurt, some enraged or confused. His own leader, one of them. Dustystar wasn't his concern exactly so he certainly wasn't needed there. It wasn't a place for questions and it didn't look like there were any answers, but a minority gathered away from the noise; accusations were pointed in their expressions and gazes. There were answers... of a sort. Clarity, at the very least... maybe.

"What happened? Did somebody get hurt?" Peafowlpaw asked as he drew close mid gossip; his attention was split between the crowd in the distance and the few gathered here. He looked lost, to say the least. This wasn't what he expected after talks of peace. Talks that looked promising when they were initially approached, from what Maremane told him.

Hold on tight ∅ My compass is curiosity

• "speech" thoughts
  

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• peafowlpaw he/him, windclan, nine moons.
  ∅ long haired blue smoke chimera with bright amber yellow eyes
  comically large, fluffy ears and a long tail with black striped markings
  maine coon genetics: large for an apprentice
  ∅ mentored by maremane
  ∅ adopted brother of nutmegpurr & meadowpaw
  ∅ views barncats as family
  ∅ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ∅ penned by idola

(OOC super short post to situate myself in here for fun times before i rush out for an appointment gomen gomen)