Darkfall had been watching many of the events of the gathering from a distance. Not much had happened up to this point as far as any drama was concerned. He noticed two WindClan warriors talking, as the pale red one was quite loud and he saw that Rufflepaw, his apprentice, was there as well. He took note of his apprentice’s position but didn’t make a move to join him. This was his first gathering after all, he didn’t need someone hovering over him like some type of helicopter parent. The young warrior decided to just keep an eye out on the cat he was in charge of and continued observing with little interest.
It wasn’t long after the tom thought that this gathering may prove to be a peaceful event, that he heard a loud voice ring out above the rest. Azure gaze flicking to the Seastones, he noticed what appeared to be an apprentice from another clan addressing Dawnstar rather rudely. Eyes drawn to what he held in his mouth, the large tabby bristled with anger and his pupils narrowed to slits. Was that what he thought it was?
It was. That was Starlingheart’s pelt.
Darkfall, admittedly, hadn’t interacted with the young warrior much, but he felt a kind of kinship with her as a member of the them regardless. And now, here they were - or what was left of her - being flung callously at his leader’s feet.
He was going to kill him. He was going to kill that filthy apprentice.
Wrapping the shadows around him as if they were a second pelt, Darkfall sank into the crowd and wove his way through the other cats as he approached the Seastones. He was angry, so thoroughly pissed, that it took all of his willpower and rational thought not to charge at Cracklepaw and tear through his flesh.
Too many of their young apprentices and warriors had shown up dead around the border and within their own territory, and here was this foolish tom, boldly claiming to be responsible for at least some of it. He must’ve wanted to die, right? To make such a statement with half of ShadowClan here was asking to be killed on the spot and Darkfall couldn’t even commend it for being brave. It was begging for death.
Erupting from the shadows the black tabby took up a spot next to Houndhunter, nodding along with haunt’s words. He then fixed his cold gaze to Mapleface. Just who did she think she was to say that “no one touches him”? If given the go-ahead, not even StarClan themselves would be able to prevent him from enacting vengeance upon Cracklepaw, and the only reason he hadn’t done so yet was because he didn’t want to inconvenience his leader.
Tilting his chin up, Darkfall stared down his nose at the queen in front of him. ”Bold of you to assume you’re in a position to prevent us from touching him,” He hissed with a sneer. He was generally a pretty calm and understanding cat, not one to intentionally cause a fight or start conflict. But this? This really bugged got under his fur. These were his clanmates that he was talking about. Cracklepaw not only killed one of them but several. His clanmates. Essentially, his family.
Unfortunately, Bumblestar already addressed her clanmates and his eyes snapped to her. That was it? She expected this to be solved so simply? Unacceptable! Hackles raising, he addressed the opposing leader. ”That’s it?” he asked ”He comes in here with the pelt of one of ours, and admits to doing this before, and you expect us to just let that slide?” He growled out.
Okay, maybe he was getting a bit ahead of himself, as Dawnstar hadn’t yet said anything, but he couldn’t just let this go. Someone had to pay for the consequences of the foolish tom’s consequences, and at present, he cared not who.
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⛆ FrogPaw had only found her friend just as dear crackles unveiled his masterpiece… It sent a chill down her spine… The kind of child you yearn for when you explore alone in the night time, or follow the scent of dogs curiously… This was horrifying, absolutely tragic, But not for FrogPaw… No, This… This was art, and seeing the beauty of karma made her blush… It made her crazy…! She was crazy…!
⛆ The rotten smell that filled her nostrils was enough to make her heart scream with joy, and the looks on everyone’s face was just too good… It was just so… hilarious…! FrogPaw chuckled quietly to herself… The perfectly cut pelt that CracklePaw waved around like a prize looked just as disgusting as the hearts of ShadowClans warriors… The idea of someone rotting away always amused her…
⛆ She knew she’d be sent back to camp for speaking… Actually, Before she could get in trouble, she’d excuse herself… But she wanders up behind CracklePaw and gives a small whisper, “Absolutely beautiful, Crackles…” Brushing her tail across Crackles back, she looks at MapleFace, who would be escorting him back. She kinda wanted to skip out on the dumpster fire of a scene this would be so she headed to the gathering exit…
⛆ Looking at BumbleStar, she giggles and silently prays… Stars, don’t cover yourselves tonight. Let those silly losers pay for their sins… Handle this well BumbleStar, you have all the power now… She could only hope. And with that, she got the HECK out of there. She was out. FrogPaw was going to sleep well tonight knowing revenge was served… The green eyed mollie laughs while she walks home…
⛆ Though I said I wanted her to talk to others, I couldn’t help myself. FrogPaw has left the meeting…
MAPLEBIRD tall battle-scarred calico with a stubby tail and one green eye
Agatha Kitty :: inactive
[ @/closed, @Leafí for crackle mention ]
A hot wave of shock washed over the large warrior as Cracklepaw rudely threw Starlingheart's pelt at the ShadowClan leader's feet. She'd never thought this would happen, at least, not at a gathering! All the clans had been treading on shards with each other, and the ThunderClan apprentice had just threw fuel to an already blazing fire that could destroy both parties. The tension made her fur bush out, eyes wide in anticipation on what would happen next.
SourPaw
"Mine as well!" She said happily. "I super excited!"
'Making friends isn't so hard!' She thought to herself.
"You windclan cats always smell so delight full!" She purred "To be honest I wasn't going to come but my mentor said I should..."!
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*-Lichenpaw-* 3/100
she/her | 7moons small and scruffy calico she-cat with one blinding eye
"Nice!!" The apprentice cheered, her voice squeaking to a higher pitch towards the end of the word, though if she was at all embarrassed by this she didn't let on. At the comment about WindClan smelling good, Lichenpaw couldn't help the purr that rose in her chest. This cat really was sweet, maybe they could be friends now? WindClan wasn't at war with ThunderClan, so maybe having a friend and ally over there wouldn't be such a bad thing!
"My mentor, Sleethound, didn't say anything like that to me, but I wouldn't have missed it even if i was confined to camp!" It was nice having a friend to talk to, especially someone who could match her energy a little better. Littlepaw was great, but a little timid and unwilling to go on any daring escapades. Oh! How fun would it be to have meeting between borders! As long as they didn't cross over, neither of them would technically be breaking any rules so they wouldn't get in trouble unless someone found out. "I'll have to ask Sleethound to take me on our border tours as soon as I can and maybe then we can talk to each other still when it's not a gathering!" She was so excited by the prospect of this, that the calico completely neglected to ask if Sourpaw would even want to. In Lichenpaw's mind, that was already a given so there was no need to confirm.
And then... the disaster at the front happened and Lichenpaw, watching with more curiosity than anything else, couldn't help but shudder at the sight of the cat pelt. The cat who brought it was an apprentice? Cracklepaw his name was... and he claimed to be the one to do... that to that poor cat. Lichenpaw could retch at just the thought of it. She was fierce in her own right, sure, and she didn't think she'd ever be one to shy away from battle, but to do that to a cat after you'd already killed them felt a little too much for her sake.
"Uh," she hesitated, uncharacteristic unease making her paws tingle, "Bumblestar looks real upset now... I don't envy you having to go back to camp after this gathering..." Unconsciously, she shuffles a claws length closer to her new friend, feeling an odd protectiveness for the ThunderClan apprentice.
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he/they | 6moons | Agatha Kitty fluffy brown tom with a bobbed tail and patches of white on his muzzle and chest
Deerpaw froze where he sat among his clan. He'd never known the warrior this Cracklepaw or whatever his name was had apparently... skinned... the sight was horrid and the smell was going rancid around the edges. How long had he been like that? Was he missing his pelt in StarClan too? Would he even be able to reach StarClan if he wasn't whole?
Ears laying flat against his head, and fur bristling in fear, he listened to Bumblestar's words and she sounded... well, she sounded pissed to put it bluntly. So at least her clan's apperentice was going to get in trouble for this? Part of Deerpaw wasn't satisfied with just a scolding, part of him he didn't even know he harbored wanted to run up there and claw the apprentice's smug face in spite of his lack of proper battle training. He wanted to leave more than anything. Would Cracklepaw do that to him if he had to fight the apprentice in the war? Would he even be allowed to fight after this stunt?
Deerpaw swallowed and eyed his leader, Dawnstar, looking for her reaction and edging closer to his clan, trying to stand in the middle of where they were mostly gathered.
Rufflepaw was glancing around the place still taking in the appearances of different cats and the two different clan scents floating around. Thank God Riverclan wasn't here yet since he didn't have to smell the fish scent yet. That wouldn't stop them from eventually showing up if they did that. So far it seemed like they weren't going to show up at all, every clan was here so far besides them. Blue eyes blinked as he glanced around again once he felt done staring at the seastones, leaders seemed boring at the moment. As he turned he came face to face with an apprentice? He is pretty sure they are one, have to be since as far as he was aware only clan cats were allowed at the gatherings. Rufflepaw took a whiff of the air around him to see which clan this guy was from but all he got was a nose full of garlic. Which had him pawing at his nose at the strong smell, what was with all these clans with these strong scents?! First was Riverclan with the fishy smell now it was this guy with the garlic scent. Wait, which clan did this guy belong too! "Hi, I'm Rufflepaw" he sounded a bit skeptical as he stared at Dreampaw. The ginger tom wasn't sure how to handle this guy, he could suppose he came in with Thunderclan since he popped up right when they did so whom else could he be with. He flicked his bushy tail as he contemplated asking the other just to confirm his thoughts, but was that rude if he did? Oh well, he was going to ask anyways might as well suck it up and deal with whatever afterward. "I'm assuming you're from Thunderclan? You came in around the same time they did" he raised a brow waiting for an answer if he got one. As he sat there tail flicking back and forth once in a while, he could feel eyes on him briefly, at which he had seen it was his mentor when he looked back. Guess he was going to be watched by his mentor during this gathering, that was fine he would see how good of an apprentice he could be! Since he found whom it was staring him down, he returned his attention back to Dreampaw momentarily before looking back at the Seastones. At the sound of someone speaking loudly as they approached the leaders, the tom flicked his ear once more before he looked for the voice. Rufflepaw had no idea on earth who this guy was, but he sure was prideful to approach all the leaders like that. No outward reaction to the apprentice's actions so far, since he talked about trespassers. What the hell was he talking about, all he's heard while he was still in the nursery and now in the apprentice's den was how Thunderclan kept trespassing onto their territory! Blue eyes widened when he caught sight of the pelt being shucked at Dawnstar's feet, He had no idea who that warrior was but he was smart enough to know it was one of their clanmates, especially judging by his clanmates reactions. Now he looked like a puffball, he was furious how could that stupid tom do that and be smug about it? If he was sure that his mentor wouldn't be mad at him, Rufflepaw would of ripped his tongue out. Instead, the newly made apprentice sat there and dug his own claws into the ground, he had no power here to do anything. Glancing at the corner of his eye he finally noticed Dreampaw still there again, he had forgotten about the possible thunderclanner. Since he wasn't sure if this guy was one or not he choose to inch away from the other he didn't feel like sitting next to one single thunderclanner tonight.
Darkcloud just narrowed her eyes at the Thunderclan cats "Fox-hearts" she thought coldly she just stayed silent after that until Shadefrost greeted someone turning herhead around she saw it was a Thunderclan warrior why was he talking to her? She was about to ask but her clanmate answered before she could but his answer just brought her more questions "Run in where?" she asked calmly did he go to Thunderclan territory? It was unlikely for Bumblestar to go and rescue one of her warriors that had trespassed on Shadowclan territory or so she thought.
Nightgaze
Nightgaze snapped her head around as she heard a familiar voice a snarl came across her maw as she saw who it was "I'm not your tiny twin mange-pelt!" she hissed angrily her fur bristling as he told the she-cat next to him about there meeting this just made her even more furious "Rescue?! Ha your the one who had to be rescued mousebrain! Your lucky that Bumblestar stepped in or you would've been the one to lose your life!" the small black she-cat retorted hotly she would've attacked already if this hadn't been a gathering.
Thoughtfully, Shadefrost tilted his head upwards, trying to remember where exactly he'd fought with Tiny Twin. It wasn't in Shadowclan or at the border, he knew that for sure. If it had been, than this conversation would've never happened in the first place. But where was it exactly that it all went down. "Hmm. You know, I don't think I necessarily remember." He admitted with a shrug (IRL I really don't remember the name of the place and I don't feel like going to find out either). Then at the Thunderclan warrior's words he turned toward her and said, "Well I wouldn't have to call you tiny twin if you'd just given me your name like I asked." Shadefrost then laughed as a thought barged into his mind, "what, do you think I have a tree that magically kills a cat if I say their name? Ha, ridiculous. Also no, you were definitely in a position where you were about to die." The tom hated it when cats couldn't accept the reality of a situation, especially one where he was clearly the superior cat. This unfortunately, just so happened to be the lates of many. No worries though, he'd probably kill her later. "The only reason why your still alive today is because Bumble Brat just so happened to step in, and even then I was contemplating killing her as well. The only reason why I didn't continue was because Dawnstar would have clawed all my fur off for doing something that interfered with the fun she'd have in the future."
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“Maybe I Should Just Kill All The Higher-Ups.” - Satoru Gojo
A beige she-cat, with a scar that goes across her face and bridge.
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Lynxyowl was just grooming her pelt, paw against her ear, paw against her fur, ah . . . how peaceful! Surely, nothing can go wrong. Surely some apprentice won't jump out with a ShadowClan warrior's remains of their pelt, and then some queen wouldn't jump out as well, then Bumblestar wouldn't get mad, right? Well, obviously not. This was a gathering! Gatherings were peaceful, and nice. I mean, there is a whole truce! Plus, we'd all die under the wrath of StarClan if we break the truce!
Well...
Aha, you've caught on to Lynxyowl's sarcasm. Her jaw was literally on the ground. There was no way an apprentice skinned a warrior---a ShadowClan warrior at that! And a ThunderClan apprentice did it!? Lynxyowl was certain that she wasn't that strong when she was an apprentice. Well, maybe it was different for each clan. Maybe ThunderClan was a tiny bit crueler with their tactics.
And, oh, Bumblestar was mad. It was actually way more terrifying to see the leader angry than it was to see Twilightstar mad at Lynxyowl--even though that was the most petrifying thing that any loyal warrior could think of! Lynxyowl was a hundred percent sure that the two cats---whom Lynxyowl leanred were named Cracklepaw and Mapleface---would get exiled. Well- Cracklepaw, at least. He stooped down low to ShadowClan's tactics!
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Skeleton you are my friend,
but you are made of bone.
Gatherings were boring as hell, Alderstep realized. He always realized this whenever he had to drag his sorry carcass to the Seastones to listen to some other clan ramble about stuff he couldn't care less about. Snoozefest. Drop-dead boring. He'd rather watch the morning dew evaporate off the bush leaves than go to these, sometimes. At least nobody would care if he fell asleep watching dew dry.
Alas, life was a joke and everyone wanted to be the next humorist. Example: Cracklepaw bringing a dead Shadowrat pelt to a gathering and presenting it oh-so-kindly to Dawnstar.
"You've gotta be kidding me," Alderstep muttered under his breath, graciously thankful that Bumblestar had taken charge so quickly. To be honest, he wouldn't've cared if the Shadowclanners skinned Crackleidiot on the spot. The guy probably deserved it for trying to be another dumb joke in life.
So now what?
He wouldn't necessarily blame Dawnstar if she pulled claws and scratched Bumblestar up right then and there. He would've done the same if he had extra lives to spend. Of course, he wasn't really gonna allow that at the gathering. Now was a lovely time, in his unbiased opinion, to appreciate the fake truce, even if some (cough, Cracklepaw) chose not to acknowledge it like normal cats.
Oh well. This gathering was practically over anyway. He looked eagerly at Bumblestar, almost begging her with his eyes that their clan leave this mess.
Thoughtfully, Shadefrost tilted his head upwards, trying to remember where exactly he'd fought with Tiny Twin. It wasn't in Shadowclan or at the border, he knew that for sure. If it had been, than this conversation would've never happened in the first place. But where was it exactly that it all went down. "Hmm. You know, I don't think I necessarily remember." He admitted with a shrug (IRL I really don't remember the name of the place and I don't feel like going to find out either). Then at the Thunderclan warrior's words he turned toward her and said, "Well I wouldn't have to call you tiny twin if you'd just given me your name like I asked." Shadefrost then laughed as a thought barged into his mind, "what, do you think I have a tree that magically kills a cat if I say their name? Ha, ridiculous. Also no, you were definitely in a position where you were about to die." The tom hated it when cats couldn't accept the reality of a situation, especially one where he was clearly the superior cat. This unfortunately, just so happened to be the lates of many. No worries though, he'd probably kill her later. "The only reason why your still alive today is because Bumble Brat just so happened to step in, and even then I was contemplating killing her as well. The only reason why I didn't continue was because Dawnstar would have clawed all my fur off for doing something that interfered with the fun she'd have in the future."
Darkcloud
Darkcloud let out a silent sigh of annoyance was that an excuse or was he really forgetful either way it frustrated her she did want to know. Glancing at Shadefrost as continued his conversation? Argument? Whatever it was though she found it tiring honestly she'd rather not listen to so much noise "Just ignore her there's no use in it anyway" she mewed emotionlessly flicking her tail slightly.
Nightgaze
Nightgaze was now so furious she thought she might explode "You don't need to know my name Fox-heart!" she spat angrily digging her claws into the ground why should he know her name? "Bumblestar is not a brat! And your a mouse-brain for thinking you could kill both a warrior and a clan leader!Also I was not about to die too bad it was cut so short or I would've shredded your pelt!" the small black she-cat growled in one breath her fangs bared.
(Ok but just to let you know it was Sunkissed creek)
Mousefern was just watching everything go down, honestly. Gatherings were always dramatic, but this was just downright awful and disrespectful.. It was deeply disturbing, and yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from what was going on.
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