Giving a small Yelp of surprise as Ravenbright spooked him, his fur puffed up as he watched the hyper cat quickly talk and then take off. "Uh... Bye..." The tom softly said, giving a sigh before glancing around at the new cats. Most of them looked to be his size, or much smaller then him. 'Figures... There's no other big cats here either. Maybe Mistclan has someone with the same issue as me?' he thought, staring at the ground with a blank look before looking at the dead monsters. 'Well, I'll find a friend or at least someone to... I hope.'
Bearstar ducked out of her den, listening to the whispers of her clanmates. They had many new young apprentices to introduce this evening; hopefully things wouldn't be too unusual this time. There had been some cats robbed of their proper welcome thanks to those- she shook her head, sighing through her nose. It was no time to rant about rogues again. This was a new moon. And if rumors were true, one of them had lost their miserable life that evening. Just what they deserve for that little stunt of theirs, she asserted to herself; they'd think twice before doing that again. Even so, it wasn't all celebrations- Silverfang's... message? warning? still rang in the back of her mind. What could it mean? Had the other clans heard anything either, and would they share it even if they had?
All these thoughts troubled her even as she took up the leading position, nodded to her clanmates, and lead them charging through the forest to the little monster graveyard they always met at. As they slipped into the clearing third and MistClan settled in to talk with the others, she quickly found Silverfang and Sabletail, brushing their shoulders with her tail to silently say follow me. Even if Silverfang decided to stay in the clan's group, Bearstar needed her available, near the front.
Leaping atop the monster, she dipped her head in greeting to the two leaders. "Mothstar- I am glad to see you haven't yet left the stars on the ground for the ones in the sky" she murmured with another nod at the old tomcat. The forest needed stability if Silverfang's message was as ominous as Bearstar felt it to be. Losing a clan founder, even if it was certainly within the realm of possibility, was the last thing she wanted to see at the moment.
---:: Mumblesong - -
The black furred she-cat paced along the edge of her clan, clearly agitated. Mudjaw had gone out to help find the missing kits. He wasn't alone like he had been before, but she hadn't cared so much before either. Her normally difficult to read eyes were like pale blue moons, wide with worry as she stared at her paws, focused only on what could happen to him and avoiding bumping into anyone. Of course, that might prove difficult if anyone decided to bump into her instead. She hadn't even told him anything yet. It's too important to tell you if you die- you promise you don't die, she scolded the vision of the brown tom in her head. She was out on patrol when he left. A thousand moons' worth of foxdung, she had cursed at herself.
---:: Silverpaw - -
A bright smile lit up the young grey tom's face, the moon highlighting his pale fur and almost making it shimmer. He felt.... amazing! Like he could take on a whole bunch of mice, or- or build a whole den himself! As soon as MistClan was settled in, he wasted no time in wiggling out of the crowd, shaking the dust from his fur, and peering around for anyone to talk to. "Other clans got new apprentices too, yeah?" he meowed to nobody in particular. Maybe he expected the universe to answer.
---:: Amberpaw - -
The young calico followed on her father's heels to the Gathering. Or at least, she tried to; her short legs ended up pushing her towards the back, no matter how hard she dug her claws into the ground to gain speed, and high jumps took some luck. She panted to catch her breath back in the Gathering clearing, sitting lopsided on her haunches. That's always so much further than I think it is... good grief, she complained silently, at least thankful that she was getting pretty good at it now. Not too bad for a cat so young! She tried to catch Brackenfall's eye, but wasn't sure if she could- he was probably busy already, doing... whatever it was deputies did. Important things, she figured.
Larkbeat (seemed to finally arrive in person this time as she) made her way down to the usual spot of the medicine cats, by the carcasses of monsters, with her black furred apprentice following by her side. She too had taken notice of the early appearance of the third clan, but Ivyclan followed right behind, early as usual due to Owlstar's punctuality. "Look, Mothstar is here this moon." Beetlepaw whispered towards her, and Larkbeat flicked an ear, recognizing the observation. Mothstar himself never made his acquaintance with her, and it wasn't as if she minded, but perhaps shouldn't see Brackenfall where he didn't belong. However, she didn't allow her mind to dwindle on that as she approached the rest of the medicine cats, offering both Silverfang, Cedarleap, and their respective apprentices a greeting with a nod and wave of her tail. However, the numbers were odd once more, and Larkbeat cast a curious gaze towards Sootheart, hesitating a moment before scooting over a bit as if offering the white warrior room to settle. "I guess I don't see any harm.." she would draw, casting a small, questioning glance over towards Cedarleap.
Finchtongue came this moon, followed closely by Cinderpaw. While he was still a child at heart, he was proud to see his son reaching the moons of his apprenticeship. Most cats would reflect back at this time and wonder how they had gotten so... old, but the thought never seemed to cross his mind. After all, Finchtongue was still young, just... ah, nevermind. None of that seemed to matter at this moment in time. He was just excited to be showing his son the same sights he too had seen during his first gathering. Cinderpaw, on the other hand, followed his father with a kit-like curiosity, but one that was less then that of his father's. Was easy to tell by apperance alone that these two felines were father and son, but if wasn't for their respective sizes, would by easy for any outside to assume CinderWarriorName to be the father of a very excited Finchpaw, showing his blessed son the ins and out of a gathering.
"-and up there--you're looking up there right--up there is where the leaders sit!" Finchtongue would gasp, nudging Cinderpaw's shoulder to grab his attention and direct it up to the three. Cinderpaw smiled, squinting up to see them better. "Bearstar looks different from up so high! Which one is Owlstar and which one is Mothstar?" Cinderpaw would ponder, tilting his head lightly to the side. After Finchtongue dutifully spilled the answer ("Owlstar is the pretty one!"), the two toms finally started to finish off their rounds as other cats began to settle down, knowing that the gathering would be starting soon now that all three clans had arrived. The two would make their way to meet up with their family, Finchtongue on the lookout for Meteorfall and the rest of their kits.
Why was it that Mistclan seemed to be full of so many... childish cats? And why was it that they seemed to reproduce? Because Ravenwing was on his way to this gathering as well, following close behind his mate with Minnowpaw by his side. He would love to show off this wonderful place to the small she-kit, but he currently had on a false sense of maturity. Something he seemed to do at gatherings as if it somehow made up for the kit-like energy constantly brewing in his veins back at camp. The same type of energy that stuck him in rabbit holes and spending time with his favourite kits and (almost there) grandkits. And perhaps this grandeur change wouldn't seem to last long as the family began to settle down, told tales of Prickleberry's version of what seemed to happen at the last gatherings. While Frostpaw didn't seem to care too much, his eyes skimmed over the rest (while his heart swelled in pride at the family he had helped to build), resting on Mosspaw's anxious form. Ravenwing cocked his head to the side lightly, peeking over his shoulder to look for Finchtongue (who, at this moment, was showing Cinderpaw the leaders) before letting loose a soft sigh and moving to nudge Mosspaw's shoulder with his nose, attempting to pull his attention out of Firepaw's pelt. Sometimes he managed to forget that Cinderpaw, Mosspaw, Silverpaw, and Cloverpaw were not his own. And if he did, in fact, manage to draw Mosspaw from Firepaw, Ravenwing would crouch down, sweeping his tail across the ground and offering the younger a heavy smile, mischief sparkling in his eyes. "If you don't tell your siblings, I'll let you sit on my shoulders!" Really, Ravenwing? Were gatherings really the right time for badger rides? But, for all that the dark warrior knew, Mosskit could be the first kit in history to see a gatheing from the shoulders of a warrior! Higher then any other cat had watched (apart from on top of the monsters themselves, of course)! He had most certainly never done so.
Websplash came to this gathering, finally making his way around as a character that Doff was willing to begin playing, really. The bicoloured tom cat would follow suit early on behind Mothstar, ducking his head as if attempting to hide the smug smile that tugged at the edges of his mouth. He had not been attendant to the past couple gatherings, so he was curious mostly about the ongoing speak of rogues. Would they dare show their faces this moon? Perhaps was why he had decided to come to this gathering this moon and see these sorry scraps of fur with his own, bright eyes. No, he wouldn't take them on if they did show. Well, at least not by himself. If anybody else started a fight, he would hold off.. but if it got out of control, he would be more then willing to slice some ears to protect and safeguard his friends and his family (not like he had any notable friends and family, but was besides the point). But as he cast his yellow gaze across the clearing, he would quickly note that the three clans seemed to be at peace for now, and so he would let that be. Instead, he would seek out somebody to talk to this moon. Perhaps a stranger from another clan because he could talk to his clanmates from Mothclan at any given time. So Websplash decided not to take a quick glance around, instead setting his sights on the first cat ahead of him who was not a clanmate, and that landed on that of Fennelskip (karambito). So padding over, the bicolour would offer a large smile, throwing up his head to hide any signs of regret or nervousness. He wasn't, really. Social he was, and rather proud, and that seemed to be one of the new warrior's major flaws. "Hey, I'm Websplash." he would meow, standing tall (although he was short), his tail sticking out behind him like a twig as he cocked his head ever so lightly to the side, casting the Ivyclan warrior a bright glance as if expecting his to respond. Because really, he was. "Oh, right-!" he quickly piped up once more, "Mothclan, here!"
And lastly, Burningbranch was there, casting turquoise eyes around to look and scan each and every Mistclan warrior she saw, hoping to catch familiar face. One she hadn't picked out or seen or heard mentioned in moons. While she came to every gathering expectant of meeting up with Rippleshade. But each gathering seemed to dash that hope when she didn't appear. And this moon seemed likewise. The ginger and white frowned, finally prying her eyes away from Mistclan and returning to her clanmates and settling down in her usual spot, offering a couple swift licks across her pelt awaiting the gathering to start and get over with. The content of each session grew more and more the same, and while rogues had mixed things up and were keeping the clans on their toes, Burningbranch was loosing her passion for these. Perhaps next moon would offer her better luck with Starclan's blessing on her backside.
Greyears, Dwarflegs, and Tawnystorm would stay home this moon.
Jaggedtooth padded happily into the gathering like he didn't have a care in the world. Despite the threat of rouges, the fact that some apprentices back home had gone missing, and the fact that generally everything sucked, the odd toothed warrior wasn't feeling too bad. In fact, he'd been quite looking forward to meeting everyone, especially since he'd missed the drama of the last gathering. The round tom had a slight waddle to his walk as he made his way to his usual spot and settled down for the evening.
Hailpaw was busy having her ear ripped off in the city and couldn't make it. The rest of Foggy's cats were either heavily pregnant or staying at the camp for this gathering.
Pebbleshade followed MistClan into the Gathering, worry flowing through him and seemingly dripping from his pelt. His quiet pawsteps slowed as he saw the monsters, but he continued to pad forward. He couldn't hold up his new clan. New scents bombarded him like angry wasps and buzzed around inside of his head. He shook it as if trying to dislodge them, but it was no use. The warrior quickly found a place to stand and closed his eyes in an effort to calm his headache and himself.
His stomach felt like it was doing advanced battle practice. It twisted and turned and flipped over as it batted at his insides. It was less like butterflies and more like birds. He wondered briefly if leaving now would get him into trouble. Pebbleshade hadn't expected to be so anxious. He hadn't been comfortable at Gatherings in his previous clan either, but he was never anything past wary. This was fear. Perhaps it was just being in this monster graveyard. Or perhaps it was being so new in his clan that the scent hadn't fully stuck to him yet.
It's not as scary as you're making it seem, he told himself. He just had to trust that StarClan wouldn't let anything happen tonight... but are StarClan even the same here? They were different ancestors, after all. He'd heard that something went wrong last moon, but nobody had told him what it was. The gray warrior took a deep breath, doing his best not to choke on the scents that drowned him, and opened his eyes. This Gathering was probably his best chance to get information about all of the clans.
Did the tom he'd traveled with find a place in a clan here? What were the other clans like? It seemed the only one causing Pebbleshade trouble right now was himself, and he figured that meeting some new cats would be a good distraction. He stood up and let his pale green eyes slowly scan the faces for another that might talk to him.
The sleek rufescent tabby had pushed into the clearing alongside his niece, Saltweed's dappled pelt occasionally brushing his as they followed after Bearstar. The deputy gave the younger warrior a quick farewell as he then bounded after the leader as the brown she-cat clambered onto the monster's carcass. Sabletail took his place among the rest of the deputies, of which only seemed to be the Mothclan deputy. His dark chocolately eyes set in a level gaze as he glanced from Brackenfall to Owlstar as he pondered over Roseblaze's absence. He hoped it was nothing too dire; Starclan knew all he wanted was an honest to goodness Gathering where nothing extra happened. They could have that, couldn't they?
Mentally shaking away his thoughts, the dark tabby drew his thick, creamy tail across his paws neatly as he flicked his gaze out to the crowd of cats intermingling amongst themselves. Sabletail gave a small smile as he recalled his time spent among them, and wondered how Petalkit would react to being around so many unfamiliar cats. He was certain his daughter would drive some of them absolutely mad; he would have to definitely keep his eye on her then.
|| Saltweed ||
As the orange-eyed molly watched her uncle leave her side to join the others deputies, Saltweed shrugged and weaved her way through the gathering of cats in order to find a comfortable spot to situate herself. She arched her spotted back in a stretch before settling down between a standing grey tom whom appeared to be looking for someone and a silky blue-grey warrior. One sniff told her that the blue she-cat to her left was of Mothclan, thus the silvery white she-cat hissed slowly and shrank back to right side, closer to the cat who she vaguely recognized as one of her clanamtes, Pebbleshade. She only twitched her ear at him in greeting before gluing her eyes to the hull of the monster.
Owlstar was right; there was certainly something in the air. It was as if there was no calm before this storm - just a steady build until the inevitable hurricane hit. That worried Mothstar. He did enjoy a good fight, but that was no reason to look forward to conflict.
"The rogues behave like your average warrior thinks that I do. At the very least, this dispute might teach those criticising me that I am not in fact the Dark Forest dweller that they believe me to be," the great leader grumbled, his answer not really one that added anything into the conversation. When Bearstar joined them, he nodded in greeting to her but didn't say anything more. Yes, yes - he was glad that he was well too. There were things to be getting on with though.
Taking the initiative to begin the gathering, Mothstar stepped forwards and called for the attention of those around him. "Despite facing issues, MothClan continues to thrive. We have welcomed multiple new kits, apprentices, and warriors - though I feel as though none of you are interested in hearing about that this moon. Instead, I will discuss what we all want to know about." That being the rogue threat and what to do about it.
"MothClan has not had any major issues with the rogues since the last gathering, but a few of our apprentices have vanished. At this moment, it is unclear whether they left of their own free will or not, as well as the reason for their disappearance. However, as multiple of them left at once, I do doubt that they have been kidnapped by rogues. No - instead I suspect that they perhaps left to fight the rogues on their own like the foolish children apprentices so often are. If any cat sees these apprentices, please inform MothClan as soon as possible. If you find them on your territory, escort them home."
The most important order of business done, he paused for a moment before he continued. "While we have not had any large issues with the rogues, we do understand the problem of them. Due to that, MothClan volunteers to aid any clan that wishes to eradicate these cats from their territory and the nearby areas. We are strong warriors; you would do well to remember this offer." And with that, he stepped back again.
The leader's offer of aid was not one based entirely in kindness. It benefitted him to help get rid of these rogues. After all, if they took over, say, IvyClan territory, then they had the means to grow bigger and stronger, and then one day they may challenge MothClan too. That, and as the clan nearest to the twoleg settlement, they were at risk, even if the rogues were not currently attempting to pick on them.
IvyClan: Blackheart, Cricketjump, Kinktail, Milkeyes, Rookheart, Raccoonmask, Moorwhisker, Honeychase MistClan: Twoface, Goldenmane, Rottentooth, Stagleap MothClan: Silvertongue, Sheepfur, Littledash, Rowanfrost, Bristleblaze, Fallowflight, Palepaw, Tinykit The Tribe: Night That Passes Slowly, Fox That Screams in Wind, Owl Hidden in Mist Other: Tormund, Whiskey, Pierre
"Absolutely no more characters!" I promised myself, three characters ago.
Things were going on all around Pebbleshade, and he couldn't help but feel like a kit peeking out of the nursery again. Who are these cats? Are they going got bite me? This comparison helped his nerves. Everything had turned out well once he did leave the nursery, until...
Luckily, he didn't have to rethink his analogy. A she-cat from his clan sat next to him. She didn't seem awfully friendly, but then again, it was another clan's cat that she had hissed at. MothClan, I think. He nodded to her and muttered a greeting before directing his attention to the dead monsters once more. It looked like the leaders were ready to speak.
The grey warrior's ears pricked as the tom with the strange fur began. MothClan's leader, Mothstar. Pebbleshade slowly sat down to listen. His head tipped a bit to the side. Of course he didn't care about that clan's new warriors and apprentices, but the leaders in his previous home had always taken the time to talk about it anyway. He wondered if there were too many cats for that here, or if the rogues were just that much of a threat. How will I tell the difference between rogues and those MothClan apprentices from a distance?
By the time Mothstar had finished, there seemed to be more important things to think about. Pebbleshade turned his head to Bearstar for her reaction. Would his leader speak next? Or would it be one of the others?
Owlstar didn't have much to say, so after Mothstar finished she made a few brief announcements with those cold yellow eyes that others had gotten so used to seeing from the Ivyclan leader. "Ivyclan thrives as well, with a few new litters of kits and many new warriors and apprentices. The rogues have been a thorn in our side, I shall admit, but they are merely kits stumbling around in places they don't belong. Ivyclan's warriors are more than a match, and we'll be sure to let the other clans know when they have been put back into their place." She mused, swishing her tail forward so it wrapped around her paws delicately, as befit the elegant leader.
She didn't want to take handouts from Mothclan, but she did want to crush those pesky outsiders with ever fiber of her being and every ounce of her clan's strength. It was clear that the leader's fury was barely contained by her icy exterior, flames burned in her eyes, warning those who threatened her clan. How dare they, think that they could just invade her home as they wished? These rogues wouldn't get any mercy from Ivyclan, that much was true.
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
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