[Mica]

Originally Posted by MangofDoom

╔ Poppysong ═ ✱
╚ windclan warrior║nb they/them║19 moons║tags; -

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Poppysong walks into the space, and their leg seizes. They wince and immediately sit down. In an attempt to distract themself, they remembering their… frankly, embarrassing display at the Windclan meeting. They promise themself to not do the same here as they close their eyes and wrinkle their nose at the pain radiating from their leg.

They notice that Windclan is the first clan here, and wonders how the gathering will go this time. None of the clans are on… exactly friendly terms.

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Hawkfur [he/him, warrior, 45 moons]
[Deep russet tabby with blue eyes and a white muzzle, chest, and paws]
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[Poppysong - @MangofDoom ]
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Hawkfur followed his clanmates towards the Seastones, ears flattened against the cold wind that buffeted him. He tried to spot Locustpaw in the crowd, hoping that he had simply missed the cat leaving the apprentice den earlier, but he knew it was a long shot. The apprentice had disappeared since their last argument, and despite Hawkfur's attempts at locating him, remained vanished.

For now, Hawkfur focused on the clan around him, many pelts weaving in and out of shadow as they crossed over the border into the no-cats-land that was the Gathering space. He watched Twilightstar leap up onto one of the stones, and a deep unease that had been sitting in his chest ever since Dragonflyflare was found dead at the ThunderClan border. Would Twilightstar mention it tonight? Would Bumblestar?

The tom was jerked out of his thoughts by a hiss of pain nearby, and he spotted Poppysong limping to a seat on the outskirts of the stones. Guilt sluiced through him, and he padded over quickly to see if they were alright. After his failure to save them at the Sky Glade, Hawkfur had been torn between hovering over them and avoiding them. He wanted to tell them how sorry he was, but it just never felt like the right time. But the Gathering was a great time to fix the unspoken, right? Besides, this Gathering was probably going to be a rather interesting one, so if he fumbled the interaction, there was a good chance Poppysong would forget all about it in favor of the gossip. ... Hawkfur was a coward.

But he still approached them slowly, clearing his throat to warn them of his presence. "How are you feeling?" He asked tentatively, his own voice still haggard from the incident.