Post by pants on Jun 23, 2019 1:37:40 GMT
Ocelotjaw | Tom | 69 Moons | MothClan | Bisexual | Single
The lilac spotted tom followed the rest of his clan to the large abandoned monster, not saying a word to anyone and giving a nasty glance when they looked at him, brows furrowed and hackles partially raised. Usual Ocelotjaw... Pawstep by pawstep, he made his way towards the gathering. It had been his first one in moons, and he had mixed feelings about the ordeal. He didn't want to be around his clan, but he might see some familiar faces from MistClan. He was unsure if he should talk to them. Considering the fact that he rarely talked to his own clanmates, how out of the ordinary would it be if he started chatting up cats from other clans? Namely his former home clan? He didn't want to bring any suspicion to himself - StarClan forbid he had to interact with his clanmates, especially in conflict.
As he arrived, he did a quick scan of the area, seeing which clans were there. Turns out, they were the first ones there. The tom was silent, but twitched his whiskers in disappointment. Ocelotjaw continued to follow his clan to their usual spot. He sat on the outside of the clowder of cats, looking to his leader as he hopped up onto the monster.
"Cats of Mothclan, do no speak of Brackenfall tonight. Gather information for us to use later.", their leader commanded.
Ocelotjaw gazed with his wide yellow eyes, no emotion showing except his usual grumpiness. After the announcement, he flicked his ear, noticing another clan approaching, he looked over his shoulder, seeing, one by one, the other clans arriving to the gathering. He watched, keeping his eye out for MistClan. Finally, after quite a while, they arrived. The tom also noticed that a few of the leaders were absent. Heronflight and Sabletail were here, and they took the leader's spots. IvyClan's many deputies were replaced with Dustytuft. And Dogear of MistClan took his spot as deputy on the Monster. Did that mean Bearstar had died? He looked to his paws, brow still furrowed, but a knot in his stomach formed. Had his former leader passed on to StarClan? Or was she just absent? He lightly shook his head. Perhaps she was just out for today. The tom had heard through his clan's gossip that she wasn't doing too well in the first place.
Jaggedstream | Tom | 39 Moons | MistClan | Straight | Single
The large tom ambled at the back of the clan, the marbled warrior's long legs carried him at an unhurried pace. He did enjoy gatherings and learning about the other clans, but he never could be bothered to quicken his pace. Jaggestream was just glad he was able to keep up without speeding up, even if it meant being at the back of the clan. Unfortunately, he was the only one at the back this time, not giving him anyone to talk to. He made the best of it, though, as it gave him some time to just think to himself.
The clan arrived, being the last to show up. The tom blinked. He knew that many of his clanmates would be upset about it, as it would make them look bad to the other clans. But what could they do? It was what it was, and at least they made it. As his clanmates began to take their place in the gathering, Jaggedstream sat towards the back. He was large enough, barely, to be able to see over most other cats. He took his hind paw, getting at an itch behind his ear before resuming his usual position.
The tom, like many of the other warriors, had noticed the change of leadership on top of the monster. The tom blinked. So much had been happening regarding the leaders as of late. He wondered what had been going on within the other clans, as it was unusual to have three changes in leadership at once, or even to send the deputies in their place for this long, if that was the case. Jaggedstream was sure all would be explained tonight. That was what the gatherings were for, right?
Creekpaw | Tom | 7 Moons | MistClan | Bi-Curious / Unsure
"Wow oh wow!" The young tom exclaimed. He had never seen this many cats in one place before. The blue ticked tom's eyes lit up and he bounded up and down. This would be his first gathering, and he was beyond stoked. Though he was loyal to his clan, he was excited to meet the other clans - seeing what they looked like, what their scent was, and how everyone interacted with each other. He bounded forward, not passing up Sablestar, but making his was up to the front, making sure not to bump into anyone. He followed the clan to their spot. They were the last to arrive, but that didn't matter to the tom, nor did he notice many of the cat's silent distraught. Creekpaw was just excited to be there.
He sat at the edge of the group of cats, his sight bolting around to find any apprentices his age to introduce himself to. He wasn't as experienced, but he was determined to meet at least one other younger cat. Or maybe even some older ones that could teach him some battle moves! Creekpaw could barely contain himself, the tom trying his best to stay seated. "Cloverwing, can I go talk to the other apprentices? Pleaaaase?" he begged, looking to his mentor with excited eyes.
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GnawingOnIce - if you wanna involve Cloverwing
The lilac spotted tom followed the rest of his clan to the large abandoned monster, not saying a word to anyone and giving a nasty glance when they looked at him, brows furrowed and hackles partially raised. Usual Ocelotjaw... Pawstep by pawstep, he made his way towards the gathering. It had been his first one in moons, and he had mixed feelings about the ordeal. He didn't want to be around his clan, but he might see some familiar faces from MistClan. He was unsure if he should talk to them. Considering the fact that he rarely talked to his own clanmates, how out of the ordinary would it be if he started chatting up cats from other clans? Namely his former home clan? He didn't want to bring any suspicion to himself - StarClan forbid he had to interact with his clanmates, especially in conflict.
As he arrived, he did a quick scan of the area, seeing which clans were there. Turns out, they were the first ones there. The tom was silent, but twitched his whiskers in disappointment. Ocelotjaw continued to follow his clan to their usual spot. He sat on the outside of the clowder of cats, looking to his leader as he hopped up onto the monster.
"Cats of Mothclan, do no speak of Brackenfall tonight. Gather information for us to use later.", their leader commanded.
Ocelotjaw gazed with his wide yellow eyes, no emotion showing except his usual grumpiness. After the announcement, he flicked his ear, noticing another clan approaching, he looked over his shoulder, seeing, one by one, the other clans arriving to the gathering. He watched, keeping his eye out for MistClan. Finally, after quite a while, they arrived. The tom also noticed that a few of the leaders were absent. Heronflight and Sabletail were here, and they took the leader's spots. IvyClan's many deputies were replaced with Dustytuft. And Dogear of MistClan took his spot as deputy on the Monster. Did that mean Bearstar had died? He looked to his paws, brow still furrowed, but a knot in his stomach formed. Had his former leader passed on to StarClan? Or was she just absent? He lightly shook his head. Perhaps she was just out for today. The tom had heard through his clan's gossip that she wasn't doing too well in the first place.
Jaggedstream | Tom | 39 Moons | MistClan | Straight | Single
The large tom ambled at the back of the clan, the marbled warrior's long legs carried him at an unhurried pace. He did enjoy gatherings and learning about the other clans, but he never could be bothered to quicken his pace. Jaggestream was just glad he was able to keep up without speeding up, even if it meant being at the back of the clan. Unfortunately, he was the only one at the back this time, not giving him anyone to talk to. He made the best of it, though, as it gave him some time to just think to himself.
The clan arrived, being the last to show up. The tom blinked. He knew that many of his clanmates would be upset about it, as it would make them look bad to the other clans. But what could they do? It was what it was, and at least they made it. As his clanmates began to take their place in the gathering, Jaggedstream sat towards the back. He was large enough, barely, to be able to see over most other cats. He took his hind paw, getting at an itch behind his ear before resuming his usual position.
The tom, like many of the other warriors, had noticed the change of leadership on top of the monster. The tom blinked. So much had been happening regarding the leaders as of late. He wondered what had been going on within the other clans, as it was unusual to have three changes in leadership at once, or even to send the deputies in their place for this long, if that was the case. Jaggedstream was sure all would be explained tonight. That was what the gatherings were for, right?
Creekpaw | Tom | 7 Moons | MistClan | Bi-Curious / Unsure
"Wow oh wow!" The young tom exclaimed. He had never seen this many cats in one place before. The blue ticked tom's eyes lit up and he bounded up and down. This would be his first gathering, and he was beyond stoked. Though he was loyal to his clan, he was excited to meet the other clans - seeing what they looked like, what their scent was, and how everyone interacted with each other. He bounded forward, not passing up Sablestar, but making his was up to the front, making sure not to bump into anyone. He followed the clan to their spot. They were the last to arrive, but that didn't matter to the tom, nor did he notice many of the cat's silent distraught. Creekpaw was just excited to be there.
He sat at the edge of the group of cats, his sight bolting around to find any apprentices his age to introduce himself to. He wasn't as experienced, but he was determined to meet at least one other younger cat. Or maybe even some older ones that could teach him some battle moves! Creekpaw could barely contain himself, the tom trying his best to stay seated. "Cloverwing, can I go talk to the other apprentices? Pleaaaase?" he begged, looking to his mentor with excited eyes.
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GnawingOnIce - if you wanna involve Cloverwing