The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
Welcome to WCC! Here are our latest announcements:
Activity checks take place on the 1st of the month. PM a staff member with the completed form if you missed it.
Newleaf is finally here, and the Clans hope to find reprieve from the tough Leaf-bare.
Gatherings take place on the 1st of the month; keep your eyes out for a staff member's post!
Please feel free to hit up any staff member if you have any questions!
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Fri 1 Mar 2024 - 21:45
Larkshine Tier 1 Warrior | Shadowclan | She/Her
Shadowclan was the last clan to make it to the gathering and Larkshine was radiating excitement. This was her first gathering as a warrior and she could barely keep her composure. The air was heavy with tension, and she picked up on that… not so quickly.
She padded into the clearing proudly with her apprentice by her side. “Orchidpaw, you can go mingle with the other clan apprentices or you can stick with me. Just be sure to stay out of trouble if you do wonder off, ok?” Larkshine smiled down at the young black and white cat. Her golden eyes scanned the crowd in search of another clan cat to speak to. Larkshine had spent her first gathering watching cats instead of talking with them. She refused to spend her first warrior gathering not reaching out to mingle with the other clans.
Her wide, kind eyes landed on a silver molly, who looked approachable. She padded up beside the she-cat and took a seat, “Hello! My name is Larkshine, this is my first gathering as a Shadowclan warrior. What is your name?” She mewed with bright eyes and a smile.
Larkshine is trying to talk to Mintglade but is open to other conversations.
Myrtlebloom walked beside Shatteredsky on their way to the gathering; not a single word was shared between the two warriors. When they made it into the clearing, all the clan cats broke off in different directions. Myrtlebloom gave Honeydew a reassuring smile and then walked away. She couldn’t help but notice Shatteredsky’s unsheathed claws and twitching tail as he sat up front.
'Could he at least look less annoyed for the sake of the clan?' Myrlebloom growled to herself as she sat down at the back of the gathering spot. She didn’t care to mingle with the other clans and preferred to watch the clan cats from a distance. Her tail curled tightly around her paws as her multicolored eyes scanned over the cats of Skyclan. Watching, making sure nobody would try to start any trouble.
Myrtlebloom is sitting alone. She is open to conversations with Skyclan cats.
As Windclan got closer to Fourtrees, Sycamorepaw’s heart started racing in his chest. He couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or excitement that made it race so fast. He pressed into his friend, Oatpaw, as they entered the gathering. Sycamorepaw’s eyes widened and his ears laid flat against his head.
“I’ve never seen so many cats!” He quietly mewed. His ears flew forward as the Windclan cats broke off and started disappearing into the crowd. Panic made his silver pelt stand on end. ‘Is Oatpaw going to leave me by myself?’ His goldish green eyes met Oatpaw’s amber eyes. “Um, is it ok if I stick with you Oatpaw?” He let out a slight smile as he tried to calm himself down.
Sycamorepaw is clinging to Oatpaw, but he is open to conversations
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Larkshine of Shadowclan Art:
Myrtlebloom of Skyclan Art:
<- I mess up coloring my own character I just don't want to fix it!
Sycamorepaw of Windclan Art:
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Characters : bubblenose, thymelight, smallfawn, pantherpounce, cardinalkit Clan/Rank : rc warrior, skc mc, skc permaqueen, wc warrior, sc kit Number of posts : 986 Gender : she/they Age : 21
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Fri 1 Mar 2024 - 22:09
Blooming in chaos& confronting fear
thymelight
Thymelight was tired, both mentally and physically. Fourtrees with the other four Clans was the last place she wanted to be after SkyClan had just engaged in battle against two of them. She could see ThunderClan and RiverClan's scars as more cats poured into the clearing, and it caused a harsh shiver to go down her spine. She'd never be able to forget that day even if she tried. Thick tension hung in the air like fog that Thymelight was unable to see through. She had to remind herself that she was simply here out of obligation and that it would be over before she knew it. The medicine cats had an assigned area to sit in, but she had chosen to sit with Bubblebeam last time instead of them. How would it reflect on her if she chose not to sit with them again? She wasn't exactly feeling like a social butterfly that night.
"Good evening." Thymelight whispered quietly to her colleagues before sitting down a couple of mouse-lengths and keeping her head low and her paws pulled in close.
thymelight is open to talk to, kinda.
pantherpounce
Pantherpounce could feel the tension that lingered within the branches of Fourtrees the moment that he stepped in with the rest of WindClan. It was such a blessing that they hadn't been involved in whatever disaster had decided to strike SkyClan, ThunderClan, and RiverClan all at once. Had it been war? The injuries that some of their warriors held looked like they could've only come from the claws of a cat. He honestly couldn't bring himself to care that much. His priority was WindClan, and as long as they weren't the ones that were sporting fresh wounds, then it wasn't any of his concern.
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Fri 1 Mar 2024 - 22:47
Silverdusk
This gathering should have been an exciting occasion for Silverdusk, instead it was laced with agony and bittersweetness. Their first gathering... Ever, but the occasion was heralded by the deaths of so many, and a burning fire that raged within the ranks of several clans. This gathering would either be the gateway to new beginnings or the pit opening up to swallow them all into a future of blood and war. It was foreboding, and the nature of what lay ahead of the tall warrior made them nauseous. As she padded solemnly into the clearing, they intertwined their tail with Wiggleworm's, a subtle request for him to stay by their side. Not because they were afraid, because she couldn't trust herself. Acornstem's command hung heavy, and they would follow her where she lead, would stary from SkyClan. But just because the russet leader decreed for ThunderClan to continue down the path of peace, it didn't mean SkyClan held the same sentiment.
Green eyes regarded Acornstem, as she leapt onto the great rock. Though it was a fleeting look, before they turned their attention to the other cats in the clearing. Namely SkyClan. Her pelt bristled at the sight, a tattered ear flicking backwards. "Let's go." they snapped to Wiggleworm eyes trained on the murderers "We don't need them seeking us out." They pulled the tom along, dragging him into the thick of the gathered ThunderClan cats, away from SkyClan. Safe from SkyClan. Silverdusk settled into a sitting position, leaning against Wiggleworm. Briefly her eyes fell shut, savouring his warmth on this biting night, but the moment was short lived.
Once again, she was raking through the SkyClan ranks, eyes landing on the pelts they recognised. "They have no shame. They are all here, the ones that took lives from Mottlestar, that killed Vipershade, that killed Softpaw." Sharp pointed words, laced with deadly venom. Finally their gaze found the little warrior... Who was already staring at her. Silverdusk sucked in a breath, a flurry of emotions gracing their features as they continued to hold her blue gaze. The scars that coated Honeydew's flank caught their attention, for a moment she felt regret for what her claws had done, but the molly was quick to dismiss the feeling. They tore their eyes from the warrior, and turned to Wiggleworm. In a low voice, she leaned in close "Do you see the SkyClanner looking at us, the one with the blue eyes and scars on her flank? She is the one I saved." Their tail lashed, before twining it again with the spotted warrior's.
Nettlepaw
How exciting! Nettlepaw raced into the gathering, a flurry of white as he pelted forwards. He skidded to a halt, boundless energy dissipating as he presented himself in a more dignified manner. There was going to be countless secrets here, and gossip too. He was thrumming with the thought, pacing up and down the fringes of the ShadowClan group. It didn't take long for him to find something that piqued his interest. It seemed Fernpaw had a new friend, and she wasn't from ShadowClan. a gleeful smile spread across his features, as he trotted towards the pair. "I'm Nettlepaw~" he cut in settling down across from the pair. "Sorry, don't mind me, I'm just excited to be here. So many things I can learn." Mismatched eyes flashed mischievously "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Pipitpaw."
Clovermottle
Clovermottle had no clue why she'd chosen to come to this gathering, tensions were high and the journey wasn't particularly enjoyable. The trek wasn't long but it left the queen feeling exhausted, and her mood worse than usual. Perchstar's word was final, and so Clovermottle, despite her disagreeable mood clung close to her clanmates. She didn't particularly want to entertain anyone and their small talk, let alone a cat from another clan.
- Silverdusk is sat with Wiggleworm, and is making eyes at Honeydew - Nettlepaw is being nosy and butting in on Pipitpaw and Fernpaw - Clovermottle is sitting with RiverClan and is open to be approached, not that she wants to be
Characters : [C]indersky, [W]olfpaw Clan/Rank : RiverClan, T3 Warrior| ShadowClan, Apprentice Number of posts : 327 Gender : They/She Age : 20
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Sat 2 Mar 2024 - 3:40
wolfpaw
apprentice| shadowclan
Wolfpaw did not really want to go to this. The last cat from another clan-- oh, fishclan, it probably was-- stank of that very same thing. And they were all so noisy. When he learned that all of his siblings were attending, however, he had practically leapt to join them. He had kept the rear, fixated on making sure all of them actually made it to the gathering-place. He could tell when they arrived just by the stench, and all the cats made his pelt bristle.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Wolfpaw mumbled back to his mother, but flicked his tail in acceptance anyways. He could not make promises. If any cat so much as got a hair too close to any of his siblings... He clenched his jaw, and followed Quillsplash as he moved away from Hedgepaw.
And then this Pipitpaw appeared, and why was she so intent on speaking to his brother? Hedgepaw dipped away, and his lip curled, moving seamlessly closer to Hedge and keeping her safe in his shadow. "What's it to you?" He snapped back at this... Dung, she reeked. And he didn't even know what of. Did all the other Clans smell so bad?
Wolfpaw is sticking with his siblings and glowering at Pipitpaw.
Cindersky, coincidentally, also did not want to attend this gathering. She did not want to leave her nest, or her camp, truly. Her body still ached, particularly every time she ate or breathed. Most of the wounds had mostly sealed over at this rate, but the deeper ones still had fresh scabs. Littlesplash, however, had to attend-- And she would not allow him to go into the belly of the beast alone.
They entered the clearing, and she felt sick to her stomach already. Her eyes danced around, frantically searching for who she knew she needed to avoid. She parted her mouth to speak, and was surprised to find it so hard. Nerves, partially, but also the fact that she did not know when she spoke last. "You need to sit with them, right?" She asked, gesturing to the other medicine cats. Her voice sounded so quiet, so low. "I'll be right where I can see you. If you need me, I won't be far."
That simple second of speech sapped the energy out of her. She turned her head, lethargically locking eyes with Larkspring. Her eyes then seemed to move of its own accord, to Rookflight, and Sunpool. Her fur bristled of its own accord, eyes widening with some semblance of panic and her breath stuttered and she snapped her eyes back to Larkspring. Safe. She was okay. She was alright. He was here. She was fine.
Cindersky will be staying with Larkspring this gathering.
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Sat 2 Mar 2024 - 15:12
Sageroot nodded to Acornstem and promptly slipped over to join the deputies. Her leaf ear-guards were tied to her wrists for now, as she wanted to make a good impression but didn’t want to be without them in an emergency. She was about to introduce herself but the new SkyClan deputy beat her to it.
“Congratulations, Honeydew,” she mewed. “And as she just said, I’m Sageroot, the new ThunderClan deputy. It’s nice to meet you all.”
Sageroot is with the deputies. I’ll bring Lighttail and Sunflare in soon.
Guest Guest
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Sat 2 Mar 2024 - 17:58
STOATPAW His first gathering. Normal cats should be excited about these, shouldn't they? But Stoatpaw noticed the tension that crackled in the air that even the full moon and the clear skies above couldn't clear away. Tigerstar had basically instructed them to steer clear of ShadowClan and with good reason. Something had happened, especially considering Leopardstar was in their camp recently. Oh, there was no telling what would go down between the two Clans.
Stoatpaw twitched his tail and let his gaze sweep over the cats. He wanted to look to his left, but some cat was glued to his pelt. Dandelionpaw. The smaller tom seemed frightened and overwhelmed and Stoatpaw couldn't help but feel pity. Tigerstar and Sootstorm should have let this poor apprentice stay in camp where it was quiet. He'd promised Sootstorm he would keep an eye on Dandelionpaw on the way here, but that was all he could really do.
When his father left them to join the deputies, Stoatpaw lightly touched his nose to his denmate's ear in an effort to comfort him before withdrawing. "It'll be okay, Dandelionpaw. Just stay with me, okay? Let's go meet some of the other apprentices. I hear RiverClan cats have real shiny pelts. Let's have a look-see!"
Stoatpaw is with Dandelionpaw. He is open to interact with some apprentices!
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Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ish [T]wilightkit Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T3 Warrior [P] T2 RiverClan Warrior [F] T2 Rogue [T] RiverClan Kit Number of posts : 2493 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Sat 2 Mar 2024 - 17:59
"The weak never have their wings unfurl."
Silverhawk T3 Warrior | ShadowClan | he/him
Silverhawk paid little attention to Leopardstar's voice as she issued something that sounded like warning. The business with WindClan, he figured, but he was focused on looking over his siblings--Wolfpaw in particular. Silverhawk planned on watching over them all anyway, but he was doubly responsible for his own apprentice. His ear flicked with the jesting offer to introduce his brother to Bubblebeam, but Silverhawk shook the thought away. Wolfpaw would eat her, probably. Besides, if he was going through the trouble of finding her at a Gathering... he didn't want to be dragging any of his siblings around.
Silverhawk waved his tail to their mother as she moved away before looking forward again. Or trying to, at least: now that he thought of her, Silverhawk found himself searching the clearing. Fourtrees was wide and overwhelming and tension-crowded as it ever was, but he didn't particularly care for the atmosphere. Was she here? SkyClan's deputy was standing on the Rock, and several cats from their Clan looked wounded--was she alright? Did she earn any shining new scars? What would he do if Bubblebeam had died?
Shaking his head, he blinked and looked toward the rumble of Hawkmist's voice. "Ooooo!" Silverhawk trilled. "You want to go socialize? Well, I'll believe it when I see it." His scoff was dismissive, but the accompanying squint offered encouragement. Looking towards the pack of his littermates again--and narrowing his eyes as a young cat reeking of WindClan came striding over--Silverhawk nodded. Voice stern and lowered only for Hawkmist's ears, he whispered, "Keep a close eye on them. Don't let whoever that is pull anything," then spoke up to chime, "Don't bite anyone's nose off, Wolfy! Hedge, Fern, Stag--all of you be good, too. Hawkmist is going to keep an eye on you. Have fun." He squinted warmly at each of them in turn before shifting a step back to disappear into the moving crowd.
It didn't take long to find Bubblebeam among them. SkyClan was easily recognizable by smell and closeness, and it helped that he knew her scent in particular. When Silverhawk spotted her familiar pelt amidst the rest of her Clanmates he immediately changed directions to pad over to her. Approaching from behind, he moved up close to Bubblebeam's side, brushing against her shoulder while circling to stand properly before her. "Cold?" He purred, tail whisking to trace the path of contact he'd just left. "It sure looks like you are. Need someone to keep you warm?"
Rookflight did not want to attend this Gathering. That was a truism of their life, and was for most of RiverClan tonight, but they could not take their eyes off Perchstar. They kept looking over her wounds, sore and healing as they were, searching the strange look that had settled into her eyes since the war. Rookflight couldn't make it out beyond grief. She often looked as composed as ever, even if her fur was rumpled around the new scars, but they could see it. Maybe they imagined the look entirely... but Rookflight knew better. Whatever they thought or knew, they could do nothing to repair the damage war wrought. Watching Perchstar drift away to ascend the Rock, her warning echoing in their ears, made them feel small-- or maybe they simply wanted to be small --and the clearing's stimulus felt especially battering tonight. Rookflight wanted to lay down where they stood and fold their paws over their ears, squeeze their eyes shut tight until the dawning sun rose.
Instead, they had to contend with the gentle brush of fur against their own. Rookflight's hackles started to lift, and they turned pointedly to frown at who approached--but it was Sunpool. Half the tension immediately left their body, and they greedily took the opportunity to lean against Sunpool's side. He was always warm, big and buried in dense fur where Rookflight was always wiry, always freezing. They exhaled and looked forward again. "I... do not know." Rookflight answered, voice tight. "I hope so. But... we. We probably will not find out until announcements commence."
Pigeonpaw halted at the top of the hill leaning over Fourtrees. The bodies of her Clanmates brushed and jostled against her as they descended. For some reason, she couldn't get her paws to move. Perchstar's warning still felt loud, even though she'd long since stopped talking and moved away. The racing of her heart in her chest was painful, and so were the shallow breaths she had to take through her nose. Pigeonpaw shut her eyes as tight as she could and gave her head a good, hard shake. Nothing was going to happen tonight! Everyone was going to be fine. They'd move on from the tensions of war. No fighting would break out, no one would get hurt--not her siblings or Scarletpaw or herself. She just had to... believe that.
Finally, with the last few familiar tails, she unrooted her paws. Pigeonpaw made her way woodenly down the slope, swallowing thickly as she did. The wall of tension that nipped at the cusp was crushing in the clearing proper. She was quick to drop her head, afraid to look at any of the SkyClan cats milling about. There were so many rumors about how violent they'd been--what if one tried to kill her? No matter what she did, she couldn't expel the awful, awful anxiety from her nerves. Pigeonpaw tried looking for a familiar pelt, but Dovetail was sitting with Murkyriver--like he always was now, of course--and she didn't see anyone else. Not even Scarletpaw, who was always close by when he wasn't training. Unsure what to do with herself, Pigeonpaw wandered aimlessly, waiting for something to make her stop.
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Sat 2 Mar 2024 - 18:19
The aftermath of war was clear to Scarletpaw as he followed Perchstar into the clearing. There was a tension that hung heavy over their heads, invisible storm clouds tainting an otherwise clear sky.
Needless to say it wasn't a particularly welcoming or pleasant atmosphere. Scarletpaw almost wished he'd stayed home, fishing just outside of their island camp.
Only almost, though; and the reason for his presence was a short distance away.
Where Pigeonpaw went, Scarletpaw followed. Often at a distance, as of late, but he was there; or at least he tried to be, when other things didn't keep him away.
She seemed aimless, not looking for anything in particular--and so he decided it would be a good time to approach, nudging her side.
"Find anything interesting yet?"
Scarletpaw is approaching Pigeonpaw, but is otherwise open to talk to!
Characters : Sablestrike T5 Deputy (Shadowclan), Stoatclaw T3 Warrior (Skyclan), Alethea T1 (Rogue), Oakpaw [Perma-NPC] (Windclan), Willowkit (Shadowclan) Number of posts : 1252 Gender : Copper was here <3 (& Kitty)
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Sun 3 Mar 2024 - 2:46
Sablestrike couldn't help but roll his eye as Leopardstar shot him a look. As if he of all cats would dare to break the peace at a gathering. As he joined his fellow deputies below the Great Rock the tom couldn't help but notice an odd air around Poppyshine and the two new arrivals, and why was she apologizing? Stars, new deputies? Tipping his head upwards Sablestrike took in the forms of Wolfblossom and Acornstem. How could both of them become leader before he did? Starclan must just be jerking him around at this point, it seemed like a cosmic comedy. Returning his gaze to the two newest deputies, Sablestrike dipped his head in greeting. He didn't care to acknowledge Sootstorm, and since he had begun speaking to Poppyshine she was out as well. "It's a pleasure to meet you two. If you're as respectable as Wolfblossom and Acornstem then we should get along just fine. I look forward to forging peaceful relationships with both of you." He knew Wolfblossom wouldn't pick someone that couldn't handle the job of deputy, but even so the molly standing in front of him looked incredibly young.
Sablestrike is sitting with the other Deputies
Trailing in behind his clan Stoatclaw stuck close to Lighttail. It would be their first gathering together coming from the same place. It should have been a sweet experience, but the recent war that had broken out filled the air with hostility. He couldn't be sure that someone wouldn't break the peace tonight, but if they did he would be ready to get Lighttail somewhere safe.
Characters : [F]awnshine, [Fe]nnelbreeze, [T]hrushnose, [H]arrierpaw Number of posts : 1478 Gender : Gender fluid, She/They Age : 14
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Sun 3 Mar 2024 - 4:42
Fawnshine
Fawnshine kept her head tilted down as they walked into the familiar clearing, such spaces seeming so oddly still despite all the bloodshed and wars raging in the past. A graveyard repurposed into a sacred reunion. How ironic.
Former deputies now sat atop the Great Rock, following the paw-steps of their predecessors to take charge as emerging Leaders instead. She only glanced at them briefly; she'd been through likely the same amount of wars they had, but it never made things easier. The lump in her throat only grew more uncomfortable by day—and regrettably, it wasn't something that could be physically cured by medicine.
At some point, her head finally reclined to lift upwards instead—peering above the stars in a certain search for a specific, brighter one that'd undeniably outshine the rest. But the moon was so, oddly enough, unusually bright and seeming calm this particular night without a cloud in the sky. And so, bringing herself back to the Gathering, she shook her head and followed with the rest of her clanmates to simply sit in silence. She had no mood to be left chatting, nor reuniting with the rest of the medicine cats today.
Fawnshine is sitting with her clanmates and is open to talk (but SkyClan).
thrushnose
Immediately when he set foot into the Gathering, the first cat he searched for in desperate need of comfort was his sister; Murkyriver. So, so much they've been through together—whether separately or united—but he could care less for that right now. All he wanted was just to see her, and make sure that she was okay. Nervously scanning the clearing he gulped, paws shaky in anxiety —
—Until he spotted her leaning against an unfamiliar tom, eyes saddened and exhausted just as he had been for the past few days.
But Thrushnose knew she needed a place of support just as he did. She needed to know - to have trust on that what their Mother has named him would remain true; that.. That even in the times of darkness, him being alive would still hold as hope. And so, he forced a small smile, albeit wryly, and approached her. "Hi, Sis. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
Thrushnose is starting a conversation with Murkyriver and is on the verge of breaking down!
Fennelbreeze
The moon felt oddly calm this Gathering, despite the unmistakable changes of tension lingering in the air mingled with grief that she couldn't explain. ThunderClan and SkyClan's change of leaders... What has happened? She wasn't sure. But from the looks on their faces and how the clans were distancing each other, something felt certain—some kind of major fight had broken out. But to the point of such devastation? Fennelbreeze only frowned, sitting herself down with the rest of her clanmates and gazing up at her mate, hoping to discover something back later on.
Characters : Murkyriver ♀ | Mistwalker ♀ | Mintglade ♀ | Crakeburn ♀ | Snowvixen ♀ | Hollowpaw ♀ Clan/Rank : Riverclan | Skyclan | Windclan Number of posts : 4940 Gender : She/Her - ash was here :3 and Ro! Age : 21
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Sun 3 Mar 2024 - 12:52
It hadn't hit her until that moment just how much Dovetail had grown. Once, the tom had only ventured in height up to her shoulder, the growth spurt that had hit the snow-mixed tortoiseshell having come much earlier than it did for him. Now, his ears consistently met with her gaze when she stood to full height. It wasn't often she did, though, typically having her head hang to prowl forth-so now, her gaze often rested level with his own. Though, even the molly herself had still grown some. It had been an odd comparison to surpass her mother in height from the moment of her apprenticeship, only to reside amongst the river's terrain at the help of a leader she only just now stood at the same height of. It wasn't something important to notice by any means, not the same as a threat or a familiar set of eyes, but--
Somehow, it brought her comfort. Comfort to know that Dovetail would have the physical strength to keep himself safe if something happened. Not that she wanted something to, but...
The forest had taken her mother. It had taken her leader's friend. What was to say she would be safe from its clutches, too?
Such thoughts were banished in a tundra of ice and shadow as she pressed herself further into the fox-hidden tom's side. Took deep, steadying breaths to convince herself that nothing would happen. They were both safe, they would be safe, and if anything happened, she would enact a vengeance to scorn her name with the infamy of Dawnhawk himself. All to protect him. All to protect her Clan. It was her oath, and she would uphold it.
Most cats that passed by were met with a glare, until a familiar voice pulled her attention.
Hi, sis.
It didn't take anything more than that for her head to whip around, eyes widening in a torrent of emotion that she wasn't entirely prepared to withstand. Relief. Heartbreak. Grief. Protection. Protection. That surged through her with near-violent urge as she departed from her companion's side, immediately scanning every single inch of her brother's fur. No scars. No wounds. Nothing marred his pelt but the emotional grief of what had happened. He hadn't been sent to battle. He didn't have to fight. He wasn't hurt, he was safe. Her head pressed right against his side in a proper greeting after she'd been able to conduct her inspection, the scent of bracken and earth and no blood bringing her racing heartbeat comfort. "You're alive. Good."
Taking the heartbeat to steady herself with the knowledge her brother was alive and safe, Murkyriver pulled away to return to Dovetail's side. "Dovetail... Thrushnose. ... Thrushnose is my brother. Dovetail is my..." Friend didn't quite feel like the right word, but what else did she have? They practically shared a nest at this point from how closely they slept, from how the bordering moss ended up flattened from their shifting as they slept. Yes, nest-mate. Not just clanmate, or denmate. "...My nest-mate. My only river friend."
Characters : [SC]Heatherberry| [TC]Vinecrawler | [R]Grub | [R] Grun Jr Clan/Rank : [H]T3 BT MC / T4 MC | [G]T4 Rogue | [GJ] T1 Rogue [V]T5 Warrior Number of posts : 4493 Gender : she/her Age : 26
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Mon 4 Mar 2024 - 2:41
Feral Tongue Forest Tongue
It was true that death was sad. He would be a liar if he said the Mother of ThunderClan's death didn't still cling to him like wet moss on a cold day. It was unlikely he would see her again in Gekala, but there was always some hope they would cross paths in the eternal hunting grounds when it was his turn. That hope is what pushed him forward, large shoulders swirving side to side to avoid hitting anyone, head held high as though he were unfazed by it all.
The sandy warriors plan was to find the center of the gathering with the best view, but he was stopped short by what he had thought was an owl nesting right in the middle of a gathering. His claws unsheathed, ready to take on the predator... Only to find that - having stalked a little closer - it was a cat! How unsual. He had seen badgers and foxes and rabbits, but an owl? "Can you fly?" His voice rumbled out from behind her, forgetting what personal space was and looming over her. His eyes held a twinkle of interest in her feathered pelt.
Vinecrawler is talking to Lilypaw.
The gathering's vibes were harsh and unwelcoming, but that was none of Heatherberry's business... If it remained a neutral gathering, that is. Her eye wandered in search of Daisyfang - the only part of WindClan leadership she could currently stomach - only to find her absent. She hoped the poor she-cat was okay. But was not all that was different: two deputies sat on the great rock, their leaders no where in sight with two extra cats in their place amongst the deputies. Interesting. But not interesting enough for an exhausted Heatherberry to think any more of it.
"Good evening, Thymelight." Her voice held exhaustion and a slight hint of nausea, but there was no hostility. She gave a nod to Fawnshine as well, a purple flower fluttering down to her paws as the flowers braided into the fur behind her ears jostled. "This is Virtue. Some guests that have been staying with us for the time being."
Heatherberry is speaking with her fellow Medicine Cats.
There weren't too many cats within ShadowClan he felt enjoyed his company, so like a moth to flame, he was on Heatherberry's heels. He shared her one eye and walked beside her in unison, him steering her away from a stray rock or twig, and her steering him in return. Although both were missing their left eye, it still worked out quite well. He did note the flowers he had braided into the molly's fur had begun to wilt. He would need to redo them later.
As Heatherberry slowed to a stop, so did Virtue. He took a seat next to her and bowed his head politely in greeting to the others within the group. "Greetings! The pleasure is mine." There was an odd tension, but it didn't stop him from blasting his cheery grin. He wouldn't say out loud that it was weird to gather under the full moon like some sort of strange cult, but it was weird to gather under the full moon like some sort of strange cult. To each their own. Another story to tell the kits.
Virtue is talking with the Medicine Cats, but is open to talk to if someone pulls him away.
Characters : Missing: Juniperpaw(ShC), Quillsplash(ShC) | Dead: Tawnyshadow(ShC), Sootstorm(WC), Ajex(Outsider), Shatteredsky(SkC), Reedshine(TC), Deerleap(ShC) Slightfrost(Skc) Specklepaw(WC) Sunfire(TC), Copperlark(Outsider), Cinderpaw(TC), Quickpaw(WC), Deerpaw(ShC), Willowpaw(ShC) Number of posts : 3221 Gender : female -Romantica wuz here Fly 2 Age : 14
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Mon 4 Mar 2024 - 3:15
You can’t fix the past, but you can change the future.
Sootstorm nodded in silent agreement to Poppyshine's words. It had been a long moon, and it seems that they would not be allowed even a full moon to settle into their old homes before ancient troubles came knocking once more. He'd almost wish that they stayed at the lakes for a little while longer, just for a few more moons of peace at the borders. He touched the RiverClan deputy's shoulder briefly with the tip of his tail in assurance, as if to comfort the she-cat. "I hope next moons shows better promise than the past," He murmured, gaze sweeping over the gathered cats before him. The numbers itself unnerved him, but a single moment of spotting familiar, loved faces in the crowd gave him enough strength to sit a little straighter.
perfection is found in accepting your imperfections
Tawnyshadow was taken aback by Pineblossom settling down next to her rather than sticking with her kits or other ShadowClan warriors, like Swiftheart or Rookfire. It warmed her heart, that her friend still thought to accompany her though that meant sitting far away from the center of the clearing and her family. It was just for one night, but it was one night more than Tawnyshadow had envisioned she would spend her time as an elder with company.
I don’t feel sorry for what I have done; I feel sorry for the people who do
Shatteredsky was joined by Falconmoon, a tom he wished to neither speak or look at. He was absent since they were kits, forcing Shatteredsky and his littermates to be passed between queens like unwanted crow-food. No one was there when Brackenpaw had tried to feed Harepaw deathberries, or when they had gotten into fights. Even after Falconmoon recovered from his illness, he still stood by while Honeydew was sent to war not even a moon after receiving her warrior name, and now he was saying that Honeydew looked great up there amongst killers, showcased to the entire forest how young and vulnerable she was? Falconmoon may be a terrible father, but even Shatteredsky could not believe that their sire would be pleased to have his own daughter placed in death's spotlight. "What do you want?" Shatteredsky snapped, patience gone in an instant and voice anything but friendly.
Sootstorm is speaking with Poppyshine Tawnyshadow is with Pineblossom Quillsplash is with Snaildance Shatteredsky is speaking with Falconmoon
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Mon 4 Mar 2024 - 11:33
There was no chance for Wolfblossom to form a response it seemed before the rest of the Clans started to arrive, starting with RiverClan. Acornstem, in some sense, was almost disappointed with how quickly Perchstar had arrived as it robbed almost any chance of the SkyClan leader to reply as she couldn't imagine Wolfblossom would want to grace any words in the direction of the very cat who had killed Birdstar - even if it was in revenge. The ThunderClan's leader fell to her paws as Perchstar took her seat, unsure of what to even say but Perchstar found the words first, causing her to glance up at her fellow leader before her expression soften. "...It was...Hard to miss," she replied, her words a bit dry - of course she knew what had happened... Even if it had taken a sunrise or two for her to get the actually story after she had shut down upon their return home.
"...I know. I wish...I wish things hadn't..." she drifted off, scrunching her nose as she tried to even figure out what she was going to say. She could apologize to Wolfblossom, but Perchstar? 'I'm sorry I didn't talk Mottlestar out of helping you?' She shook her head, tail curling tightly around her paws. "...Its just...A lot. We...We'll need to talk. I don't want to ruin what...What we have, but I can't offer... My Clan is tired, we need to rest and recover," she whispered, leaning in softly so only Perchstar could hear it. She didn't like it - she wanted to keep the alliance as it was, in Mottlestar's memory at least, but she also... Her Clan had been torn apart in the wake of Mottlestar's death - she had meant everything to them. She could not offer her paws to help RiverClan if needed...
But that was all that she got to say before the rest of the leaders had arrived - Tigerstar simply offering a simple greeting while Leopardstar greeted them all by name...Until she made a remark about her and Wolfblossom's presence. At that, Acornstem's ears pinned back as she awkwardly cleared her throat. "I...I fear neither of us are deputies any longer," she murmured in a soft tone, before she shook her head - there was no need for her to explain herself, it would come out once the Gathering properly started so instead she fixed her eyes onto the ShadowClan leader. "In...Other news, may I speak with you privately after the Gathering, Leopardstar? There is...Something I've been meaning to discuss with you for nearly a moon now but..." she drifted off with a sigh, gaze falling to her paws. "...Things got out of paw before I could make the trek to our border."
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Eveningmoon was nervous as she stepped into the clearing, staring at the crowd of cats. She hadn't really wanted to go but it was her first since she had become a warrior, she...She wanted to be there for when Tigerstar announced it at least. Didn't change the fact that she was terrified, unsure of where to sit among the swarm of strangers so she circled around where the bulk of WindClan was sitting, taking a seat off to the side where she could watch the leaders and hopefully avoid being approached.
Subject: Re: March Gathering 2024 Mon 4 Mar 2024 - 12:05
Honeydew
Honeydew smiled at her fellow deputies, happy to see that many of them were just as hopeful for peace as her. Her eyes continued to flash towards the knot of ThunderClan warriors, until finally...
"Excuse me, please, but there's someone I would like to speak with before the gathering begins," Honeydew politely mewed, dipping her head and padding away from the base of the great rock. Her pale blue eyes were trained on one silver pelt glistening in the moonlight.
As she approached, she noticed the doubtful, reproachful, and defensive looks from the other ThunderClan warriors. Some fo them she recognized from the battle - but there was a truce now, so Honeydew kept her posture friendly and open as she picked her way towards Silverdusk and an unidentified cat by her side.
"Umm, hello," she mewed awkwardly as she reached them, her expression curious but uncertain. "It's nice to see you again, Silverdusk, and under peaceful skies, at that." A warm smile crossed her maw. Hope and anxiety battled in Honeydew's heart as she spoke, unsure that she would be met with equal friendliness, especially from the cat sitting next to Silverdusk. To him, she introduced herself. "I am Honeydew. I'm the new deputy of SkyClan."
Honeydew is trying to have a conversation with Silverdusk and Wiggleworm!
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Dandelionpaw
Dandelionpaw did not want to be here, but the other apprentices insisted he come. In an effort to fit in, he forced himself, but it was apparent as soon as the clan reached Fourtrees that this would be an extreme obstacle for the young apprentice to overcome. He instinctively stayed close to Stoatpaw, his fur brushing the other tom's at times as WindClan settled among the other clans. The branches overhead made him feel claustrophobic and closed-in, and there were too many cats, all of them seemingly speaking at once.
As the older apprentice spoke words of encouragement, Dandelionpaw could barely hear him over the droning of the clearing. His ears slicked back against his head in a vain attempt to drown it all out. He followed Stoatpaw towards RiverClan. Something about shiny pelts.
But really, Dandelionpaw just wanted to be at home in the comfort of his nest.
Dandelionpaw doesn't want to be here, and is following Stoatpaw closely.
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Ripplesong
Ripplesong emerged underneath the branches of Fourtrees as RiverClan poured into the clearing, settling themselves among the other clans as easily as water itself. She followed close to Weepingwillow's side in case the queen needed anything. The two mollies had taken up the rear of the patrol, ensuring that the queen, her belly round with kits, didn't overexert herself. Ripplesong watched as Clovermottle settled away from the other clans.
Ripplesong is staying close to Weepingwillow's side.
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"I hope that we can meet again one day, you and I," she mewed, "under peaceful skies."
<- I mess up coloring my own character I just don't want to fix it!
