Honestly, she hadn’t noticed that where she was standing could be in the paths of those around her. She wasn’t paying attention, still taking in all the cats that had come, the now three leaders that were here. One she knew, another she could assume. Still, she couldn't be sure who the other one was, only knowing they led Riverclan, plus gathered beneath were who she assumed to be the other important figures within the clans: the deputies, the medicine cats, and their apprentices.
Just as she was getting ready to pull her attention away to find someone to bug, someone seemed to have found her. The tabby turned her head after an oomph noise had escaped her, trying to keep steady.
Soon after regaining composure she offered a smile, she assumed the other was an apprentice, an apprentice that smelled different. A different clan, but she didn’t smell like water or fish, which was what Ibispaw had been told to look out for when nothing Riverclanners. So this was more than likely a Windclan gal, and the way the other spoke roused curiosity.
“No worries, sorry for being in your way,” she did feel a little bad, not by much, though. It had caused her to find someone to talk with, something so was a little worried about. A small “Ah,” came out, the corners of her eyes crinkling as the smile she had offered earlier turned to a genuine one, “My first time too, kinda odd,” so many cats, so many gathered up in one place to hear the news of the others, to mingle. “But so far, it’s interesting, ain’t it?”
Quill, oh Quillpaw, that made more sense. There was a momentary hesitation, considering, and then relaxing, “Ibispaw, used to be Ibiskit.” Oh of course the other knew how the naming worked, she had no reason to add that little bit on. “You said you joined Windclan? So you used to be an outsider, yeah?” Curiosity flickered back to life in her tone, eyes slightly drawn wide, “Oh wait—it’s nice to meet you, Quillpaw, or do you prefer Quill? Either way, nice to meet a new face.”
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Quillpaw
She/her | 7 moons | Silk Spinner
She was thankful that the cat she had accidentally bumped into was nice, and it seemed like her first gathering too. "You got that right," Quillpaw nodded as she glanced around, taking all of the different sights and smells. Lots more cats than she was used to, that was for sure. "I'm surprised everyone gathers here, 'specially with the weather 'n how uppity it can be. Like a bucking horse in a wooden stall." She... wasn't entire sure what that meant, but she'd heard Ma and Pa say it often when talking about the weather when they had traveled.
Ibispaw. So she had 'paw at the end of her name, too. That likely meant she was training just like Quill was. "Kit is what the youngers are called, right? Until they get up to trainin' like you and me?" It made sense. No one had ever really explained the names to her in much detail when she had joined. For a moment the WindClan apprentice had a thoughtful look on her face before shrugging. "Quill is just fine. Don't see why I can't go by it still." It didn't seem against that... code or whatever it had been that Peachfrost had showed her before her exile from the Clan.
"Former outsider, that's right! Used to travel all over - here 'n there. 'Cept when we'd find good shelter - that could be difficult." Taking a seat next to the apprentice, Quillpaw tilted her head in curiosity. "You smell different from all the others I live with. There's three other Clans. Which one of 'em are you from?" Distinguishing between scents was not something Quill was equipped to do much of, but she could at least tell Ibispaw smelled different.
An ear flicked as it seemed the cats on the stones were starting their announcements. A big, burly brown tabby with more scars than she had ever seen went first, then a smaller and paler she-cat with claw mark scars on her face. Twilightstar and Fallownose seemed to be dealing with something regarding the claw-mark-face gal and the white tom that sat on the rock underneath her. Quill didn't have much interest in whatever was going on and instead looked back to Ibispaw with a smile.
Twilightstar twisted an ear in Dawnstar's direction as the leader started the gathering. It sounded like her clan was being rather quiet, despite her missing a medicine cat. Not interested in prying about that, her eye drifted to the disturbance one of her clanmates was causing followed by Spiderthroat dropping herbs near her paws and an apology on his maw.
Two? Was he purposely leaving Mousepaw out? The apathetic stare that was given in return spoke more words than her maw was willing to give. How did ThunderClan of all clans know WindClan was dealing with any illness? That had her hackles risen far more than the lousy means to settle this discord among the clans.
Fallownose's arrived, late, but was quick to speak up. Since he didn't say anything she wouldn't have, she didn't see it as him overstepping. The mention of the chunk of territory that ThunderClan stole seasons back caught her attention. It was interesting to see how quickly Bumblestar agreed to return it after she finished her announcements. Was this the same molly who had been hissing at the last gathering?
Twilightstar wasn't delighted with this exchange, she did not like Bumblestar's choice of deputy and still felt like Spiderthroat was getting off too easily here, but continuing to push the matter would make WindClan look bad, especially when the territory was being offered. Plus, if these herbs were as helpful as Bumblestar said they were they might be of some help and avoid any more loss of life.
She'll have to figure out who the hell was running around blabbing about sensitive topics later. "WindClan will accept what's offered," Twilightstar said, hiding her displeasure with the whole thing. "I trust ThunderClan will not go back on their word later." She meowed while standing up, muscles stiffening against the cold.
"Lightningstorm," She called to the medicine cat. "Come collect these." She waved her tail toward the herbs in front of her. They weren't familiar to Twilightstar, but maybe she and Cowtuft could figure out what they were or at least speak to ThunderClan's medicine cats about them before they left.
While the medicine cat took the herbs, Twilightstar stepped to the front. "WindClan has been well, Mintpaw, Spottedpaw, Caterpillarpaw, Snakepaw, and Nightpaw have all started their training." Twilightstar finished and stepped back to let Larkstar finish this gathering.
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Fernwillow
ThunderClan
she/her | 19 moons
[Silver tabby with pale green eyes and white paws]
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Fernwillow started when Bumblestar readily handed over the Thunderglade to WindClan, glancing fervently around her to gague the reactions of her clanmates. What was Bumblestar thinking?? The Thunderglade wasn't a particularly lush part of the territory, and was big enough to have plenty of space on both sides of the border, but it was more the principle of Bumblestar's relinquishing. If she was easily giving up the Thunderglade, who was to say the other leaders wouldn't take advantage of that? Would they start overstepping and demanding more of their territory? Fernwillow respected Bumblestar, but she was worried about how this looked to the other leaders.
The silver tabby cast her gaze upon the cat who had started this nonsense, her pale eyes narrowing. Spiderthroat. If Fernwillow had been in Bumblestar's position, she would have handed the tom over no questions asked. The foxheart had admitted to murdering other clan cats for no reason. Why was Bumblestar keeping him around anyway?? Her ears pinned back, the murmurings of the clan cats bubbling around her.
"Im so sorry, she won't do that again" Basilthroat lowered their head.
"I'm sorry Bravebird I got ahead of myself..again" Dovegrowl muttered to the she-cat.
"She..she meant well, they were just standing up for their clan" Basilthroat said.
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Bravebird
She/her | 41 moons | Beefed Up T3 ᐧ One with the Warren
Meant well? Bravebird could understand sticking up for WindClan, but threatening to rip the throats out of apprentices was where she, at least, drew the line. There wasn't much more to say, and her nose twitched as she caught a familiar scent coming up to them; Fallownose. The deputy made quick work of issuing Basilthroat to escort Dovegrowl back to camp. She returned his nod and let her gaze follow the duo as they made the smart choice to leave on their own. A shame, really. She'd been hoping to drag the insubordinate kit back to camp.
Looking over to the ShadowClanner who was still watching the whole thing, Bravebird scoffed. "Get back to your Clanmates, toad," she grunted before trekking some ways away and looking for a seat. The announcements had started but she didn't feel the need to pay Dawnstar's any attention, and Bumblestar's were short and sweet. Eventually Brave took a seat near the back once again to keep an eye on everything, turning to look at the Seastones as Twilightstar began her announcements. Whatever exchange seemed to be happening between her, Fallownose, and the ThunderClan leader and deputy was over a lot quicker than she had anticipated.
Whatever had been exchanged, it was not enough. Bravebird settled her icy glare on the cat sitting beneath Bumblestar, figuring this was the 'Spiderthroat' that everyone was talking about. Good. It was nice to actually see the head she would be removing one day.
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She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - PERM ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
There wasn't really anything exciting reported from the other three leaders, of course, aside from the fact that WindClan was dealing with illness that her majesty, Bumblestar decided to imply was RiverClan's doing. If it was, it had likely been Ottersplash, and that problem was, for the most part, out of only RiverClan's claws now. She handed over some territory at the border and Twilightstar seemed... not annoyed enough by this to continue demanding Spiderthroat which was... good? Larkstar didn't really know how that faired for RiverClan. It was probably fine. She took her place at the front of the stone, fighting a shiver as a chill ran through her body.
"RiverClan has been well. Birdsnow has taken position as deputy, she's proven her dedication and loyalty to the clan and I believe she will continue to aid us in great endeavors." High praise for a cat who deserved it, spoken of in front of all the clans so they'd know how confident Lark was (and still is) in her choice. "We've had an increase in loners and rogues on our territory, many of them hostile. It's unclear if they're just picking a fight or want something with RiverClan specifically, so I would be on the lookout." Only sort of a lie. Some of them she knew were after RiverClan, others and those following the ones after RiverClan... she was unsure of their motive.
"Weaseltooth, Sootpelt and Ottersplash were all exiled for posing a danger to the clan," green eyes drift to Bumblestar when she continues to speak, "Bumblestar, Ottersplash was the one to poison ThunderClan. I gave her the choice to leave with her life intact or die - she chose to exile herself. I expect she'll still be wandering around the territory. Should I find her again, I'll personally deliver you her corpse, but if you find her, you're free to do with her whatever you wish."'I hope whatever you do is painful,' part of her mind sang with malicious pleasure. That's an odd, unfamiliar feeling.
"Some of you may notice our medicine cat, Falconfeather, is missing tonight," she continues, turning again to address the crowd, "this is because he made a foolish decision to collect herbs on ShadowClan's side of Saltmeadow Marsh. Dawnstar," she turns now to address ShadowClan's leader, "I'd like to offer you a formal and public apology for his actions." It doesn't feel good, but she bows her head to the shadow leader in a sign of begrudging respect. Yet, when she lifts her head again, there's something a little more cold in her gaze. "However, I'd like to bring your attention to the fact that one of my warriors, Willowwisp, was fatally wounded on RiverClan's side of the border by one of your warriors.
"I know for a fact that Willowwisp was not one to pick unnecessary fights. I suggest you remind your warriors that they're not the only ones who have the right to kill those who cross the border." Dawnstar's intimidating - large and impassive and seemingly unemotive - but Larkstar hopes she managed to convey how serious she was about this. RiverClan would not be called soft or weak or anything like that if she had anything to say about it. If her warriors needed to kill to show that then that's what they'd do. But the death of Willowwisp was an injustice she did not intend to forgive.
Her announcements done, Larkstar stepped back into her place among the other three clan leaders, feeling anxiety trying to fluff up her fur. Hopefully she could pass if off as the cold.
NIGHTHAIL she/her. 35 moons. long haired black and grey molly with lighter splotches; blue eyes; scarred
( purrks; the collector )
mr. fuzzy..? the windclanner realizes something and two thoughts pop into her head. one, this shadowclanner is very odd. two, or alternatively, she's crazy. maybe both. who just takes a random caterpillar? "you removed it from it's home." she corrects. she can't help but feel unnerved, watching the molly's eyes suddenly widen after a breath of silence. she almost wants to look away, but instead she just focuses on the announcements being made, ears swiveling in the direction of the leaders. not even a second later, the shadowclanner is yapping away.
dusklion is her name, apparently. when nighthail thinks of lions, she thinks of someone that's more..reserved. or at least a little gruff. not this. she mentally renames dusklion, duskkit.
her brows knit together at the fuzzy little bug being pushed towards her. instinctively, she lets out a quiet, warning hiss at her personal bubble being invaded. there's no malice, no true sign of aggression in her body language, though. what was – was dusklion giving her a task? asking her to give this caterpillar some sort of journey? "I don't want that." nighthail says, yet makes no effort to push the bug away. perhaps she feels bad - it's like saying no to a kit (which, she has done on several occasions.) she gives the fuzzy caterpillar a glance, figuring it'll end up dying on the journey back anyway.
"I don't give names." she admits, and turns her attention to larkstars announcement. oh, their medicine cat is gone by the sound of it. one warrior fatally wounded – three more exiled, and one of those poisoning another clan. nighthail can't seem to find any sympathy for riverclan at all. she looks back towards dusklion. "don't want it to be too personal if I meet you in battle."
"Good." Bumblestar's expression remained neutral for the most part, though there was the faintest flicker of irritation at having to make this sort of deal in the first place. "My warriors should know well enough by now to do as they're told, but if any of 'em happen to start trouble, you're more than welcome to do with 'em as you please." She wasn't about to protect idiots who couldn't listen to simple orders.
Settled and done with - for now, at least. Bumblestar turned away from the two WindClan high ranks to listen to the remaining announcements. Unlike with ShadowClan's, she actually paid attention to what was said. WindClan's meant nothing to her, but her ears were on high alert as Larkstar spoke.
Trouble with rogues, exiled cats, a dead medicine cat (funny that ShadowClan got onto her for ThunderClan killing Ivysnake before turning around and doing the same thing to RiverClan's healer), and... wait, that new deputy sounded familiar. Birdsnow, wasn't that the cat who had been named a warrior just last Gathering? Bumblestar hadn't really been paying much mind to the former apprentice then, but now she directed her gaze to the level the deputies usually sat at, finding the new face. And either she was horrific at telling age, or Birdsnow was about her age. So how freaking long had the she-cat been an apprentice for?? And Larkstar had chosen to make her deputy? Not that she could say much about deputies given her own's recent actions, but at least Spiderthroat hadn't spent however long in training.
Disapproval flashed across her features before she shot Larkstar a cold glance. "Noted. For your sake, I hope the poison stops with her." Her words held a thinly veiled threat, but this was at least suitable for the time being. After the last Gathering, she hadn't been expecting Larkstar to actually do anything.
And it seemed that was that. Bumblestar hopped down the rock to the ground. "ThunderClan, back home! We're done here!"
Half mournful her time with Cloudpaw was over, half thankful to be saved from the situation, Featherpaw pressed her nose to Cloudpaw's cheek as Bumblestar called ThunderClan away.
"I'll see you next gathering," she mewed, whiskers drooping. "C'mon, Whistlewing, let's go."
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->> jayfrost [he/him, warrior, 23moons] <<-
a tall silver classic-tabby with well groomed short to medium length fur and icy blue eyes
"hmmm probably swimming"
circling back to his previous thoughts he made a mental note to try and observe someone that has more climbing skill that a limp rabbit in the future. maybe he'd be able to attend the next meeting with less height insecurity than this one. but realistically, how was he even going to get someone to demonstrate climbing without asking.
shaking his head to rid himself of the thought he craned his neck to see who had spoken up. spiderthroat addressing windclan regarding their sickness. he almost rolled his eyes again, not buying not apology fully but he was also not in the loop with the windclan situation, well how could he be as a riverclanner, so he had already decided to see everything critically.
glancing at palepaw out of the corner of his eye, he decided to just continue quiet chatter until just pausing to listen to anything being spoken couldnt work anymore.
shaking his head 'no' as he began to speak "no, ive never had an apprentice before but i hope I'll get assigned one soon. or well. not soo soon, you know, so i can be sure i can teach them to the best of my ability."
he concluded, he could be proud and confident all he wanted but truly didnt feel like he could provide an apprentice with good training right now.
if he ever got an apprentice he wanted to be 100% sure that apprentice would think back to their training fondly.
he tilted his head, smiling at the younger cat calling him nice and strong and quietly nodded in response.
practically able to see palepaws brain work in real time infront of him he let his eyes wander the crowd, the ranks had filled up considerably and he was just a bit surprised at how many had decided to spend their day sitting on cold rocks and dirt and freezing their tails off. but well he had decided to do so too so who was he to judge.
head turning back to face palepaw and nodding along as she spoke. "thank you thank you, i try to not let myself become my father" he chuckled, pleased at the thought of palepaw enjoying her training.
"i think a lot of the younger big cats are more fun than the older ones. your mentor is still pretty young right?"
he asked, glad he had actually not become one of the grumpy big cats yet but honestly he couldnt even blame a lot of them for being grumpy after all that had happened even just since palepaws birth.
he found himself nodding along to the mollys reply again, again pleased to hear she was apperantly more sociable than he was at her age. "i have some friends, but not many from when i was an apprentice because i was really good friends with my brother at the time and didnt think i needed anyone but him."
he confessed honestly, the latter part in a more joking tone than anything else. he should have probably not mentioned his brother, not even in a 'hey look how silly i was when i was your age' type of way but it was too late now anyway.
(late response cuz i fell asleep lol. i hope this doesnt have any typos but my eyes are blurring n i cant find my glasses to proof read again. +my english is really wonky in my posts rn cuz im not used to writing anything but analysis in english cuz english isnt my first language either lol ) @celeste palepaw
Palepaw
shadowclan apprentice | she/her
Ooh, his skill was swimming! That was quite exciting - Palepaw hoped she could learn swimming one day. Maybe she wasn't a fish, but it seemed really fun! Especially in the summer. She imagined the scorching hot sun, sweat drops rolling down her fur, and then jumping in a cool river. That would be so refreshing! "Do you swim often in the summer? To cool yourself down?" Perhaps she'd go bug some cats about learning swimming!! Surely there were a few ShadowClan cats who could?
She saw the RiverClan big cat look up at the even bigger cats, who were doing an announcement. Palepaw didn't really care to listen to the ThunderClan cat talking to the WindClan cat, as it didn't really affect her, instead staring wide-eyed at the many cats sitting up there. Maybe one day that'll be me! she thought with an inner giggle, even though she knew that was really unrealistic. Well, she could keep dreaming - why not? The cats she admired the most were the medicine cats and medicine cat apprentices. Every one of them seemed really nice, and they had a reaaally honorable role, healing the clan!
The WindClan and ThunderClan deputies seemed to be done, and Jayfrost replied to her question. Oh, he'd never had an apprentice before.. made sense, he was really young and probably still adjusting to warrior life himself! When he said he wanted an apprentice at some point, she found herself grinning. "You'll be a really great mentor! That apprentice of yours is gonna be lucky." She couldn't complain about her mentor either. He'd be a mentor as amazing as Batty for sure!
Palepaw tilted her head as he said he was trying not to be his father. That wasn't even possible! She laughed a little. Hm, was her mentor young? Batflight seemed pretty young, the calico molly guessed Batty was maximum 40 moons. Is that young? I.. I think it is!
"Yep, she definitely isn't any older than 40 moons," she replied confidently. "Is that still young? She acts like a fun, young big cat! But.. I think she's also really loyal! And strong!" Yeah, that was the perfect description for her mentor - fun, strong, and loyal! In Pale's opinion, that made her the perfect warrior and the perfect mentor.
Jayfrost seemed happy about her reply to the questions about her friends/social life, which was a good sign! Oh, he didn't have many friends from his apprenticeship? That wasn't bad - she respected cats that kept to themselves. While some cats may think Palepaw loved to annoy others and was a never-ending river of words, she did have some sense, and just adjusted to whoever she was talking with. If she was talking to a shy cat, she'd probably try to get them out of their shell, but also respect their boundaries and be soft with them. If she was talking to a cat who hated talking, she didn't necessarily talk much, just leaving her millions of questions unanswered.
In new situations though she could sometimes get a little overexcited. This was her first gathering so it was one of those, but Jayfrost was nice, so he didn't mind. "That's okay! Not everyone likes socializing with everyone," she mewed with a small smile.
RiverClan started making their announcement. She looked over at Jayfrost, knowing he'd probably like to listen to that. Her bright blue eyes shifted to the RiverClan leader, head tilted in curiosity. She started announcing some nice things, but then her announcements started shifting to worrying stuff and tensions. With ShadowClan. Uh-oh. Why had ShadowClan attacked a RiverClan cat that wasn't even on her side? That wasn't great and would probably start more of a tension between the two clans, but she didn't want Jayfrost to be shocked and hate her for that.
"Jay, I'm sorry our clan did that! I.. I hope we can still be friends?" she asked tentatively. Please don't be mad.. ThunderClan was leaving, so she supposed the other clans would leave soon as well, after all announcements had been made and the conflicts cleared.
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Sunleap listened as all of the leaders announced and headed home when Bumblestar said it was time.
Dogpaw listened to all of the leaders and headed back to camp when it was time.
Beetlepaw listened to al of the leaders and headed back to camp when it was time.
Sheeppaw followed Beetlepaw back to camp when it was time.
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