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{Looking for NON WINDCLAN interactions}
Stagpaw wobbled, limped after Twiglight into the gathering. It was his first gathering! The newly made apprentice was just staring at it in awe at all the pretty shades of grey and all the pretty grey waves. It was so pretty! Yet he still followed Twiglight onto the weird ground before jumping directly into the air. This was so WEIRD! He wasn't used to this ground and he stared at the grey ground with the small pebbles, smaller than the smallest pebble he'd ever seen. Nevertheless the kit with the deformed front paw made his way through trying to see if there was any cats willing to talk to him. He really hoped so, because if not... he didn't know what he was going to do. Maybe go nap and wait for Twiglight's call to home? He all in all didn't know what to do and made his way around looking like a confused, lost mouse.

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Doepaw slowly followed the shadowclan cats down towards the sea stones, the blind molly picking her path with ease but nevertheless hesitation. She didn't know how any Thunderclan cats would react to her since it'd not even been all too long since she ran off to join the clan of shadows... Frostpaw's speech was already rubbing off on her and she let out a mild huff at the thought. Slowly she settled her paws carefully on the sand... It annoyed her. It crunched under her paws and threw her hearing off and thereby the majority of her 'sight' was thrown off course too. It was frustrating, just as frustrating as the last gathering she went to, that last time with Myrtlepaw and where she met those two annoying Riverclan apprentices who both liked to talk insanely loud. Luck was with the tabby as the nearest scent she picked up was that classic Riverclan stench and she let out a sigh of the long suffering before settling down next to whoever it was. Eyes directed towards where the breath was most likely to come from she could at least address them, seeing as a few moments had passed and they weren't going to do it themselves... that was at least an improvement from the yelling last time. "I'm... Doepaw," she said softly, ears flickering trying their best to keep up with the sound of sand crunching underneath the paws of cats from three clans so far. Only Thunderclan had yet to arrive and somehow she was not surprised.

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@Shadeleaf

Stagpaw gazed at the other cat who'd approached him and his eyes winded. This cat was massive! How could they be so big? Would he end up that big? Those were all questions that flew through the small tom's head as he gazed at the scar too. "How did you get hurt?" he asked, with his jumpy and careless attitude. He didn't think it was rude to ask, it was just like someone asked who his mama was. Stag had no mama, not anymore. But he had Twiglight! Who was both Stag's mentor and... somewhat... somewhat not Mama? He didn't know, it had been a moon or so ago since that discussion had taken place and he had forgotten the majority of it already now. Yet when the cat asked him how long it would take he just stared at the ground. Stag didn't know! Twiglight had not told him anything but just to go along with his clanmates... and now he'd also lost his clanmates! Where had his clanmates gone? Looking around frantically the apprentice all of a sudden wanted to get away but he couldn't exactly just escape from this big cat! They were going to catch him! He couldn't walk fast enough to escape. Taking in a deep breath he shook his head in answer to her question. "Stag doesn't know. Stag's first gathering. Mentor is up with the others." He pointed with his tail at the rock towards where Twiglight was sitting with two other cats now.

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@Mayflower { @RedHead , if ya want Moonbirdy to hit Weasel on the head feel free }

Weaselskip was... happy? Conflicted? She didn't exactly know but her green eyes glanced across the clearing, hoping for a chance at seeing her little bird. According to their magnificent and oh so very great plan this would be her last gathering as a member of Windclan. Crazy if you ask her. Yet scanning the clearing she spotted an interesting cat... Riverclan. And a pretty one at that. So making her way over, her gait slow and graceful she sat down next to them and gestured her head. "Is there someone taking up this pretty spot beside you, dearest little ray of sunshine?" she asked in her overly sweet tone. She was a terrible flirt she knew that, but she'd already scored one pretty lady, someone that nobody was to flirt with, but seeing as said pretty lady had yet to arrive, Weasel would try out her skills on someone else. Well there was no harm in flirting with pretty she-cats... if you didn't you were going to be missing out on a whole load of the experiences in life. So Weasel would flirt her life away until Moonbird told her to stop. And even then the Windclan molly would continue to do it.