aint no rest for the wicked | JANUARY GATHERING

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    A crisp, cold breeze shook the limbs on the trees that surrounded the clearing. In the far background, quiet explosions could be heard in the background. It wasn't thunder, but similar to those that sounded on a night in the middle of green leaf. There was no prey out tonight, the distant sounds had long scared them away. All that filled the clearing was a blanket of crunchy snow, and soon to be many cats.


    sheepskin.   BRIARSTAR.   DUCKSTAR   EAGLESTAR.   glade   HERONSTAR.


    ☆Crimsoncry

    these little wonders,these twists and turns of fate

    Crimsoncry padded into the clearing behind his leader and deputy, the cool crisp air still biting into his flesh as he braved the winter night.


    /track


    "Speech." || ☆TAGS

    Smolderingpaw

    10 Moons + TAGS


    The one-eyed Siamese would pad in along with the rest of Darkclan's members that would be joining tonight, his steely blue flickering all around at the other cats arriving. Scents from all clans filter through to his nose, he didn't know a lot of these cats and yet.. There was a horrible familiarity within some of these scents that sent his gut twisting up into a horrible knot. He'd find himself sitting off to the side, somewhat regretting coming along now as his sense were trying to overburden him with images that weren't real. Smolderingpaw sat with his grey tail wrapping around his paws, his eyes shut from the world while he focused in on his breathing. Hopefully this would be a curt, and peaceful meeting.



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    Xko9vcK.png    STORKPAW – – ✧


    – – ✧ Likely against the medicine cats' wishes, Storkpaw had made her way to the gathering. If the journey wasn't a challenge for her, she would have been talking to Smolderingpaw the whole away, maybe about the coyotes, and maybe about more prank ideas for the elders. Part of her wanted to ask him if he was feeling alright; after all, neither had remained unscathed since the last meeting. Both of them were much different, maybe even more grown one could say, as they teetered on the edge of receiving their warrior names.


    First were the two token DarkClan apprentices, but before them was a ThunderClan warrior who Storkpaw undoubtedly did not recognize, not even remotely. "How is the prey running in ThunderClan?" the she-cat would ask quietly, unsure if the gathering had officially started yet.


    Smolderingstride   lizardgaze.


    Thinking. "Speaking." Text.


    You just feel twice as far, you just feel twice as far – –✧

    ( Gyrecall )

    ( ♂ )(grey tabby)(polydactyl)(18 moons)

    ( in character )

    ( Gyrecall had the opportunity to go to a gathering several moons ago, mid-leaffall, but his inability to leave a good impression had left him unable to stomach the thought of attending. Beyond his own mortification, he was fairly new to RiverClan and he knew that any misstep would reflect on his fitness as a warrior and RiverClan’s wisdom in allowing him to join.


    High stakes for a first trip to Fourtrees.

    His best bet, Gyrecall figured, was to just keep his trap shut until he had a chance to collect his thoughts. And maybe keep his trap shut entirely, that could work too.

    And hope beyond hope that he could hide his paws sufficiently to avoid curious inquiries.

    Everything would be just fine. )

    ( out of character )

    ( text )

    The gathering this moon would be different for Briar. This time, she was striding into the clearing as ShadowClan's leader. She was not shoulder-to-shoulder with Sorrelstar like she should be and the reminder stung her heart. Now she was the queen of the marshlands.


    Briarstar took her place where the leaders gather, wondering how many of them would know the news already. There were questions that would be asked that she was sure she wouldn't be too inclined to answer. How would she tell the other leaders that her Clan was stealing prey from DarkClan because they were so hungry and desperate? How does she explain that their lack of judgement led to a battle between the two Clans, ending only when a monster struck Sorrelstar? No, it wasn't easily explainable. Hopefully there wouldn't be too many questions about it.


    (lame track post<3)


    ""

    "So I walk alone down the darkest roads"

    "The anthem of a bird with a broken wing" — Canarysong


    Canarysong was within the flood of group of shadowclan. However, things were different. They were following a new deputy and a new leader within the group and both were deserving on their titles. Soon as they reached the gathering and broke apart she spotted the apprentice she had once saw during her border patrol at night and let a soft neverous sigh play from her maw before she slowly approached the tom with a wary smile upon her maw. It was a time of truce and she wondered what her clan would of said if she had decided to speak with a darkclanner. Of course tenions were gone but everything still felt a bit unnerving.


    She stopped infront of Smolderingpaw before she spoke up towards the tom. "Its nice to see you again Smolderingpaw. How have you been?" she asked him with a gentle soft tone.


    "I am who I say I am"


    "Speak" "Thoughts"

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    Mottlewish entered onto the clearing, eyes wide and full of joy as she attended the gathering again. The enormous amount of cats, the diversity, the colors contrasting with the sparkling snow- beautiful, simply beautiful. She loved all of it, she loved the scents mixing and cats talking over each other, one night of a ‘truce’ which had no reason not to be all year long in her opinion. Wouldn’t things be a lot easier if they hadn’t fought each other every second minute? But that wasn’t on her, and since she just had her opinion as everyone, she would respect the choices of the leaders anyways. She still was a past kittypet and maybe she didn’t have the thirst for fighting in her blood, although how much good did it really bring to everyone?


    The Skyclanner was happy to be there again, perhaps she’d meet some Darkclanners or get to know the other clans better. She missed going here every moon, living like a clan cat, being a part of something bigger. Soaking in the familiar and unfamiliar faces, she approached the first cat she saw.


    “Hey there, my name is Mottlewish. It’s nice to meet you, RiverClan, yes?” she’d meow in a cheerful tone, her big, fluffy form moving smoothly and elegantly as was her custom. "Fourtrees is pretty beautiful this time of the year, isn't it?"


    // Marindee

    ( Gyrecall )

    ( ♂ )(grey tabby)(polydactyl)(18 moons)

    ( in character )

    (
    At the sound of a voice, Gyrecall looked up. “RiverClan, yeah. And, it’s my first gathering? So I don’t really know what it’s like outside of Leafbare but... yeah.. it’s nice.” He pressed his paws closer together beneath his tail and consciously perked his ears towards – Mothwish... Mottlewish? That sounded closer. Mottlewish. She had introduced herself, and he hadn’t. That is sorta the point of gatherings, Gyre reminded himself.

    “I’m Gyrecall. Of RiverClan. Yeah. Um. What clan are you?”


    )

    ( out of character )

    ( .Mottlewish. )

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    First gathering and he didn't recognize clan scents? Yeah, it was pretty much obvious he's just recently joined. Whatever, she could be his guide, maybe she'd make life for him a little bit easier. He seemed pretty lost in the place anyways. "SkyClan. I've only recently joined too, but I was formerly in DarkClan so I am used to Gatherings and all of that... I've also been a kittypet before and more recently a street cat, my life's been pretty wild so far. But, well, it's gone by pretty quick I must say. Well, you must try out multiple things until you find out where you belong, right?" She tried to spill some tea in order to get a bit more non-formal with the visibly nervous Riverclanner.


    Fishbreaths, that's what Sunfeather called them?     Oh, she remembered that day, it was hilarious, the look on her face when she was forced to go with her snd help the queen. Sunfeather was really not keen on helping expecting non-Darkclanners, wasn't she? The fond memories returned back to her, but she forced herself to focus back on Gyrecry. What an interesting name. Well, Mottlewish didn't mind whatever way the cats smelled, although she definitely would've minded back when she was an exposition cat. Whatever scents the clan cats had would've been unacceptable, but she's grown attached to the variety of everything in the wild and learnt to live with it

    ( Gyrecall )

    ( ♂ )(grey tabby)(polydactyl)(18 moons)

    ( in character )

    (
    “Oh! A kittypet? Really? That’s not — I didn’t mean—!” He stopped, sighed, and metered out, “I’m sorry. I’m not... great with words. What I meant is, I was also raised partially by two-legs. A big cat colony, kept inside a house where an important two-leg storyteller once lived.”

    He took another moment. Considered his options – this would be awkward, but what wasn’t, with him? – and raised his right forepaw.


    It was, at first glance, just abnormally large, but upon closer inspection there was a mini-paw stuck onto the inside edge. An explanation followed. “The storytelling two-leg was very fond of his kittypet, partially due to this... malformation. When the storyteller died, other two-legs kept up the house and encouraged the kittypets to have kits, so that the malformation wouldn’t be lost. There are... at lot of cats back at the colony with this... paw... thing. So. Yeah. Um. I wasn’t judging you. Just. Glad to have found someone who’s also from way outside. If that makes sense? Yeah.” Shut up now.

    )

    ( out of character )

    ( .Mottlewish. )

    Smolderingpaw

    10 Moons + TAGS


    He'd peep his functional eye open when he heard Storkpaw speaking to someone else, he hadn't kept track on if Spiderpaw or Owlgaze had made their way out to the gather so he'd be their unofficial eye on his denmate. Escaping the coyotes unscathed was impossible, from what he had been told was all his injuries were internal- So, internal bruising on his chest and hips, as well as a nick out of his ear. His intakes of breaths would have to be slow and gentle otherwise he'd wince at the crushing feeling due to the bruising across his chest. His steely blue gaze would graze over the Thunderclan tom that the rosetted she-cat had taken to talking to before a familiar molly stepped out in front of him to which he'd open up his other eye, though it didn't enhance his sight in the slightest. "Oh, Canarysong." Smolderingpaw's ears would perk and he'd dip his head to the femme. "A little worse from wear but nothing the meddies said wouldn't heal." The grey detailed tom absent-mindedly rubbed at his chest with his paw, there was a slight pinch he could feel from just the touch but nothing unbearable. "How're you doing?"


    // Ravenwatcher

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    A gathering. He hadn't been to one of these in a long time and he wondered if they were just the same as they had been. He knew that Bloodclan had stopped going so he doubted that the ones that boycotted it before hadn't gotten happy and started to come back to them now. It was still mildly upsetting to him that all the hard work that Ruth and himself had done was all for nothing. But it wasn't as if they had been given a chance either so he figured it would have all been for nothing in the end. That Bloodclan would go back to their ways and perhaps that was for the better, they were not meant to live the same lives as the forest clans and he was grateful that despite everything that had happened between them, Sorrelstar saw it fit to give him a chance with in her clan. With a stronger stance the male would make his way after Briarstar to look upon the crowd of gathering of cats, memories of Nightstar filling his head and Lavenderstar. He was almost wistful for those heated conversations and a soft chuckle left his throat as he weaved his way among the other forest cats with ease, large figure dwarfing many that were there.


    He found himself a place to sit, glittering emeralds looking upon the rest as they had their conversations and he licked his shoulder, relaxing himself to the murmurs of conversation. He wondered what Briarstar would say about Sorrelstar's demise. Truthfully he hoped that she wouldn't expression how it had happened, his ears pulling back against his skull before he curled his tail against his thick and scarred form.


    -- open for interactions

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    "Hey, it's okay! All of us are different, and not being great at talking to strangers is normal. I hope I'm not bothering you," Mottlewish stated warmly, hoping she hasn't scared away the newbie. The tale seemed very interesting. She liked hearing about things like this, maybe once she would tell this story to the kits. She liked to collect this sort of things, maybe it could be her new hobby. What a coincidence this cat's owner was also into this sort of thing. She leaned closer towards the paw, the nodded, intrigued. "The storytelling twoleg? Did he take good care of you all? How many were there?" she questioned with interest.

    Strolling into the gathering with the rest of her clan, the lilac calico leader would make her appearance. She was a bit delayed in jumping up to where the other leaders sat, getting caught in a conversation with a RiverClan warrior she used to know. Once her conversation was finished, Heronstar would jump up to take her place among where the leaders gathered, and sat next to Briarstar.


    Seeing the she-cat up here was a surprise to her, as last she knew Sorrelstar was still leader. "Briarthorn," She greeted, saying the ShadowClan leaders former name out of force of habit. When she realised her mistake, she frowned, and gave the other an apologetic look. "I suspect you go by Briarstar now though," She mused. "Did Sorrelstar step down or did something happen to her?" Heronstar asked, doing her best to remain polite and to ensure her question didn't come across as too prying.


    BRIARSTAR.

    ( Gyrecall )

    ( ♂ )(grey tabby)(polydactyl)(18 moons)

    ( in character )

    (

    He lowered his paw back behind his tail. “I’m not great at talking to anyone, really. But thank you. And, um, I never met the two-leg storyteller? I think he died something like eighty season cycles ago? Belle said she had known a cat that knew a cat who the original kittypet as a kit, but I’m not sure. She was old, and one of the best storytellers in the colony, but that doesn’t mean that... ah, everything she said was exactly truthful.” But Belle had sworn that her tales of the strange colonies called ‘clans’ far in line of the sunset were accurate, and look where he was.


    “The colony was around twice – maybe a bit less – the size of RiverClan. Sixty adult long-term cats, with a lot of strays and loners coming and going. Kittens all over, because there was always enough food, and, well. You know how kittypets are treated.”

    )

    ( out of character )

    ( .Mottlewish. )

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    ☆Crimsoncry

    these little wonders,these twists and turns of fate

    Crimsoncry was definintly expecting a quiet night for this gathering, at least from Thunderclan's end. Seeing as he hadn't been to a gathering in so long, since he was a mere apprentice at eight moon's well... this was a different time. He was now a father and a warrior who wished to only protect his clan. Tall ears twitched as a smaller voice sounded near by, they were speaking to him apparently. Opening his maw to get a whiff of who they were, it was obvious they were of Darkclan. They were much younger than he was but that meant nothing because one could hold a conversation with anyone. "Greetings... Thunderclan is doing fine. I hope the same goes for Darkclan... I haven't seen a Darkclanner since I was an apprentice myself actually." He returned softly, trying to remove the icy bite of his tone. Where was his mate? Would she come or was she too busy back at camp dealing with their rambunctious kits? Perhaps if she were here he could loosen up a bit. Hopefully his tone wouldn't scare anyone off with a misunderstanding.


    Storksplash.


    "Speech." || ☆TAGS

    Though slightly afraid of Emberthroat due to his BloodClan past, the fallow-coloured male would sit near him anyway. This was his first time attending a gathering, and whilst it certainly was an exciting moment, Stagpaw couldn't help but feel rather nervous about the whole thing. What if a fight broke out? Would BloodClan come? Did they do that? His lithe paws shuffled with subtle anxiety, molten gold visionaries scanning around, observing the overwhelming mix of unfamiliar faces and foreign scents. What did they even talk about at gatherings?