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*-Beetlecrest-*
he/they | 40 moons | ftm
a sleek white tom with pale grey tabby marking and beetle green eyes
Following behind his clan, Beetlecrest could smell that they were the first to arrive, the whole way through RiverClan territory he had been tense, half expecting an army of RiverClan warriors to pounce out of the undergrowth and attack them. This meeting was going to be a tense one, he wondered what RiverClan's wretched leader would tell the other clans, he wondered if he could even stand to sit near WindClan after everything. Beetle certainly didn't think he'd be able to stand sitting anywhere near those cats- if they could even be called that. He didn't think they even deserved to be grouped in the same group as the rest of the clans, in fact, he'd be happy to chase them out of the forest entirely.
Shaking his pelt out, Beetlecrest padded over to a dry spot with a decent view and began to groom his fur clean again, just as he scented ShadowClan's arrival.
{Beetlecrest: OPEN}
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*-Deerpaw-*
23/100
he/they | 6moons | Demi-boy | Agatha Kitty
fluffy brown tom with a bobbed tail and patches of white on his muzzle and chest
Deerpaw was excited to go to this gathering, he could feel the excitement coursing through him like a snake writhing under the claws of an experienced warrior. He followed closely with his clan, bobbed tail held up high, though he noticed others in his clan didn't hold a similar posture. They knew that the clans weren't exactly friends at the best of times, but this was a gathering! There was supposed to be a truce at these meetings, right? Surely they could at least pretend to be friends for this one night?
Regardless, as they approached the meeting place, Deerpaw could scent another clan. He thought it might be WindClan. They hadn't had their required border patrols yet, but this cat scent was sort of dry and grass-ey, like rain was a foreign concept to them or they constantly rolled around in hay. Well, no matter who they were, Deerpaw was excited to see other cats from different clans! He glanced around the area briefly. Should he sit with his mentor? Or was he allowed to talk to the other apprentices? Could he even talk to the ones from different clans? Unsure what he was allowed to do, Deerpaw hovered in the general area of the rest of his clan.
{Deerpaw: OPEN}